To anyone who saw that notice, I got in a bit of trouble from my parents, and my summer Hiatus was part of that. With the end of it though, will come more stories. So yay!

Hi! I'm Agest1. I have deleted my old profile because... It was Bad, capital B. I like to be sarcastic. I don't write a lot, but I read a ton. I may never write a good story, actually. If for some reason you are here because you read one of my old stories, when I was younger, I thought bad spelling was 'cool'. It's unlikely though that I'll take them down, they have some type of sentimental value.

If any of you are wondering about my name, Agest1, there is a story behind it. When I first started going on fanfiction, I was really bad at spelling, (and I've barely gotten better,) and I didn't have an account. Not knowing how the review system worked, I tried to say, A Guest, as one word, AGuest. However, like I said, I was absolutely awful at spelling, and it came out agest. When I started thinking about getting an account, I looked up agest in the Writer search, and found someone by that name. I then picked the name Agest1.

Of course, it could just be that I like the places along rivers where the current has gathered brush.

Name: Emily

Gender: Girl

Age: Not old enough to drink alcohol, not so young that I can't read T rated stories.

I'm looking for a Beta. In fact, it's really hard to find a Beta through the link, so I'm almost always looking for a Beta, or two, or five, to help me with my stories. I need help in: what I need to expand on(you might want to explain this-or-that), correct tense(past tense jumped to present, etc.), and making sure I didn't skip a word or two.

Stories:

Emerald Fires. Danny Phantom. The subject of the my poll, semi-AU. In this world, Danny's a guy but his ghost form's a girl. He goes through the Fenton Ghost Catcher, a temporary 'love spell' is cast, becomes Mpreg. Updates will be sporadic. Inspired by SoundlessSong's challenge, Yin and Yang.

Tunnels. Danny Phantom. In Progress. Mostly some Phandom ideas, Danny makes tunnels under Amity.

Black. Danny Phantom. Still Writing.

Now for the fun stuff!

You're a Weirdo...

If you hate all the characters your friends love in certain books and movies, would like to slap them, and don't think they're all that attractive (maybe even ugly);

If you have seriously watched a movie with your friends or family and spent the entire time writing a story;

If you talk to yourself, talk to yourself about talking to yourself, and/or talk to yourself as though you are talking to someone else;

If you narrate your life in your head (or aloud), usually in third person past tense;

If grammar was your favourite topic in school;

If you would rather read fanfiction off one of your favourite books than actually read one of your favourite books;

If you are bored when your friends talk about the movies they love;

If you don't have any real friends;

If you occasionally have an unexplainable urge to punch/slap/kick/kiss someone just to see what he would do;

If you always have at least two tabs up of fanfiction whenever you're on the computer;

If your room mate has ever woken up to hear you telling some invisible person to kill some other invisible person slowly and painfully and laughing maniacally in your sleep, or you have done something else equally crazy in your sleep;

If you can spend hours pondering on the possibility of: getting into other people's dreams, finding (and travelling to) the edge of the universe, inventing a robot or computer that can actually think and feel, surviving for two years by lying in one place (you know, sort of like Odin sleep), falling in love with someone that isn't real, or something equally as weird and random;

If you talk back to the TV (my conversations with the TV often consist of...Silly jerk in the movie: I love you. Me: Aaaah! Punch him, the jerk! Silly girl in movie: I love you too. Me: No!!);

If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word, and you do at random moments (for me, these are Danny Phantom, and a lot of Fanfictions);

If you have your own little world;

If, to fall asleep, you imagine yourself as one of your favorite characters relaxing/fighting for their lives;

If you read this profile, and particularly this section;

Then you are a Weirdo. Weirdos need to know that they are not alone. They need to know that there are other people in this world who are every bit as weird as them. If any of the above describe you, copy and paste this into your profile (you can delete the ones that don't apply to you personally...in fact, you can even add your own...go ahead) and add your name to the list. OneSizeFitsAll, biddle29, Helios.J.Mears, Agest1

Quotes:

I am insane. Literally. Not someone who would be thrown into a padded room crazy (even though it would be fun) but I am crazy. I listen to soundtracks and know what part of the movie it’s at. I throw my book at the wall (because I love to read) and then feel sorry because I hurt it. I yell at inanimate objects. I still get mad when something bad happens to a character in a movie or a book even though I’ve seen it a bazillion times. The library is my second home. I read books over and over again until I have them memorized and I still read them. I forget where I put things, get mad when I can't find them, and then laugh when I do find them. I can't remember what I did an hour ago, let alone 5 minutes ago. So yeah, I’m crazy. (I don't know who this belongs to.)

That moment when you're a new writer and you see your story in someone's favorites.

That moment when you hope beyond hope that your friends/family don't find your Fanfiction profile.

That moment when you go on Tumbler, are scarred for life, vow to never go on again, and find yourself on it two days later.

Feel free to add your own moments! If you agree with these moments, copy and paste this onto your profile, and add your name to this list: Agest1

I read a book about a girl on fire,
I read a book about a fearless Prior.
I read a book about a boy with a wand,
I read a book about a girl whose drawings respond.
I read a book about a boy with demigod powers,
I read a book about a girl whose weakness made her flower.

The girl on fire taught me to never give up
And the fearless girl taught me all was corrupt
The boy who lived taught me to follow my fate
Along with the ruined girl whose destiny was great
The son of Posiden taught me to be a hero
The girl with cancer taught me to live for today, you may not get a tomorrow.

They taught me to keep my chin up when things get bleak,
And make me strong when I, myself, am weak.
They showed me that I don’t need a wand or a knife,
To be a savior of my fictional life.

We call them “the heroes of our generation”
But no, we can be the heroes of our own inspiration.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
As the doctor once said
"Rose Tyler, I-"

Roses are red,
Sherlock's blood too.
There's a pain in John's voice,
"He's my friend, let me through.”

Roses are red,
Nightlock is blue.
It's called Catching Fire.
Not Hunger Games 2

Blood is red,
The ocean is blue;
If you’d fall into Tartarus,
I’d fall with you.

Roses are red,
but that's enough for today,
"After all this time?"
Snape replied, "Always.”

95% of girls would scream if Justin Bieber went missing: Paste this on your profile if you are one of 5% who would smile and poke your new prisoner with a stick

You should always proofread what you write in case you any words.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 81, and find line 4.

"night, he had left something behind: his City College"

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?

The bookself.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

I have no idea. I'm not sure I've watched TV today. If I haven't, CW The Arrow

4. Without looking, guess what time it is:

5:30 P.M.

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?

6:41 P.M.

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

What about the music I'm playing with the computer? Other then that, there's the TV in the background.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

A bit back, to enjoy the evening after coming home.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at on the computer

FictionPress. Which I accidentally exited out of.

9. What are you wearing?

A shirt, pants, socks, other.

10. Did you dream last night?

Probably. Can't remember it though.

11. When did you last laugh?

When I read this question.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

Paint. A bookshelf. A rope.

13. Seen anything weird lately?

I looked in the mirror.

14. What do you think of this quiz?

I want to dream, by Imagine Dragons.

15. What is the last film you saw?

Thunderbirds. Which is what I actually last saw on TV.

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?

A room, so I could spend all my time on Fanfiction. Or a Phantom Of Truth book, plus Danny Phantom so HiaJu wouldn't have to worry about copyrights.

17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

I'd end war. And pride.

18. Do you like to dance?

Yes. Not that good though.

19. What is the first thing you think when you hear these words: 1)heart, 2)straw, 3) applesauce.

1 Love

2 Horses

3Applesauce

20. What would you call your first child? Give a boy and girl name.

Girl- Abigial Boy- Daniel

An atheist professor of philosophy asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

Now the professor asks, "Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil," replies the student.

The professor grins knowingly.

"Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes, sir, I would."

"So you're good…!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er… yes," the student says.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God," he answers after a few moments.

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest, minus 458 degrees.

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word.

"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.

"Sir, science can't explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from monkeys?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

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