Update! So. I have an update. I’m going to be very slow in my writing of stories. School has started and its heavy. I have started a timeline for my Narnia fanfic and don’t expect it to be out soon.

•-JulsaIthil

previously known as MariaJulietBituin

Hello there! I have been on fanfiction now for a long time but never got the guts to sign up until now. I have read a ton of fanfiction by now. I have had an idea, a long time ago, to make a Narnia fanfiction. Maybe a series, LotR(Lord of the Rings), crossovers, romance, Avengers ... Who knows (shrugs) this is what Fanfiction is for ... isn’t it? And hopefully posting every other Friday. Hopefully. Don't count on it.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says "if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven."

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, so weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

I hereby swear to never leave Fan Fiction and the friends I've made here without trace. If a circumstance occurs in which I must sever myself from this site, be it known that I will put an explanation on my profile. This is because my heart breaks whenever I read an amazing story, and then find out that the writer is gone. I never know if he/she'll ever come back, and must live my days wondering, hoping against hope that he/she'll return.

Signed: Lily Lindsey-Aubrey, Pip the Dark Lord of All, Sixty-Four K, Eldhoron, Mirkwood Warrior, Erelil Morningstar, Jaya Avendel, MariaJulietBituin

I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book.
I am the girl that people look through when I say something.
I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal.
I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on Facebook, or talking to a friend on a phone. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and admire the beauty of the landscape after the rains. BUT, I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird, who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with books, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a boy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the people who are different, beautiful, and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone:

HarryArtemis1220, edwardcullenissosexy, Mikiness-Teh-Goddess, Kawaii-Inu-Mimi, hungrylikethewolf1994, ellaoptimistic, Darling Summers, Rozzyrox, Lupus Stevens, xThexBlackxRosex, Rose angel 428, Alyss Mainwaring,Ali Ranger51, Mo the Forensic One, Celebel Svit-kona, kookookarli, Pie in the Face, AryaFan1121,God’s Little Hope, lotrlover2931, Lydwina Marie, MistressOfImladris, Erelil Awarthiel, MariaJulietBituin

I believe in Jesus Christ the Lord as my Saviour and redeemer, and could not live without him in my life. If you do too, and aren't afraid to admit it, copy and paste this into your profile, and add your name to the list.

:Kakashis-First-Kiss, jedigal125, iloveJacobandJasper, Vampirewithasecret, Lacey-The-Invisible-Ninja, James018, AdorableElephant, MelRose520, I am an Anonymous Person, WingedPurpleBookWorm4Life,FluteFishySmart, Pirate-Spy-Demigod-Wizard,Sweetpanda12, SamCarter121314, Gigigue Epic Elven Warrior Princess, TimeyWimeyGirl, OneSizeFitsAll, Lily Lindsey-Aubery, Elleth of Hidden Lore, MariaJulietBituin (:D)

Quotes that stuck in my mind (also possible that I made them up)

"It's only in the dark when stars shine" - ? I really don't know who made this.

"I wanna be a match to light other people and bring a bit of light into this world" - Me

”No matter whether you are nine or nine hundred years old, I can still beat the living daylights out of you!"

"Help! A kinslaying in the library! Oof—"

- Full Circle (a fanfic) by Snowthorne

”And so it was that the last elf to depart Middle-Earth found his way home. Long may the Firstborn children of Eru live together in bliss beneath the stars of the Blessed Realm, and long may we who remain behind remember their names. For even as the world must endure without their light, nothing that is cherished is ever truly lost, and all that we love lives eternal within our hearts.”

— The Last Elf-Queen of Arda (fanfic) by TheGreenScholar

Feel free to repost (Just put credit) and do read the fanfics I mentioned!

reposted from Schattenjagd's account

I wish to see Aslan shake his mane,

To help destroy Isildur's Bane,

To soar high upon a dragon's back,

To sail the seven seas with Captain Jack,

To take lessons with Professor Dumbledore,

To fight in battles until evil's no more.

All this I wish to do and see,

If I could just escape reality.

-Maethorelen

I saw this on Posher10's account, Posher10's right it's so sweet.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

"The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Reposted from POSHER 10's with permision

I will remember Frodo
When I am faced with an impossible task
I will remember Sam
When my friend needs me
I will remember Merry
When I want to fight for those I love
I will remember Pippin
When curiosity gets the better of me
I will remember Aragorn
When I can't hide from my future
I will remember Legolas
When defying the laws of friendship
I will remember Gimli
When I feel proud of myself
I will remember Boromir
When I forget about friendship
I will remember Arwen
When I sacrifice things for the people I love
I will remember Elrond
When trying to make wise choices
I will remember Galadriel
When I see that someone has the potential to change the world
I will remember Éowyn
When I cannot be with the one I love
I will remember Éomer
When I look at my siblings
I will remember Theoden
When I see my family for the last time
I will remember Gollum
When I want something for myself
I will remember Faramir
When I feel worthless
I will remember Denethor
When I'm blinded by grief
I will remember Grima
When fear controls me
I will remember Saruman
When I ignore people in need
I will remember Sauron
When I become addicted to power

I will remember Bilbo
When I find hidden courage inside of me
I will remember Thorin
When I lose faith
I will remember Fili
When I protect my siblings
I will remember Kili
When I feel reckless
I will remember Balin
When advising others
I will remember Dwalin
When I need to be strong
I will remember Gloin
When trying to save money
I will remember Oin
When I need to pay attention
I will remember Bombur
When I am cooking
I will remember Bofur
When trying to be positive
I will remember Bifur
When people doubt others by their appearance
I will remember Dori
When I am over-protective
I will remember Nori
When I take my life into my hands
I will remember Ori
When people doubt me because of my age
I will remember Bard
When helping strangers
I will remember Thranduil
When wanting the best for my family
I will remember Smaug
When I want to destroy things
I will remember Gandalf
When I am faced with death

I will remember John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
When reality is ruining my dreams
But when it's time to read the last sentence one more time
And close the book forever more
I will remember one last time
That John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Has given me a light in dark places
When all the other lights went out

That boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago.

That girl you called a slut today? She's a virgin.

The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family.

That girl you pushed down the stairs the other day? She's already being abused at home.

That girl you called fat? She's starving herself.

The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

You think you know them. Guess what? You don't!

Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but re-post this if you are the 1% with a heart.

Reposted from Jaya Avendel’s profile:

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children without spanking. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

RIP We shall remember