Hey, everybody, you've found my channel. You guys should get a medal for exploration. Seriously.

So, what this boils down to is that I post stories about mostly Sherlock and Harry Potter, with some Doctor Who and Skyrim thrown in for good measure. I have some really obscure fics in the making that I probably won't upload until finished, about Oblivion and random crap that I read/watch. I am a total nerd. Ask me anything about Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Skyrim, and I can answer it. Go on. I dare you.

Hey, message me if you're bored. I always try to respond within twenty-four hours. Unless I know you and don't like you, in which case I'll respond immediately with something along the lines of "Fuck off, asshole."

I'm always being attacked by plot bunnies and random story ideas that I write down and develop 30% of the time, so I upload a lot. Sometimes I'll go awhile without uploading because I'm lazy, but i'll do my best to upload as much as I can.

I have a poll up, relating to my story The New DADA Professor. It's a Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover, go check it out and give your vote!

Update: Okay, my mom's taking my laptop so I won't be able to post things for a long time, possibly months. The good news is that I'll be able to use that time for writing new chapters, so that when I do come back, I'll update frequently. Sorry, everybody.

DFTBA, people. Blair out.

By the way, my friend had an experience similar to this, so in her honor I'm reposting this story:

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 percent of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 percent of the people that read this won’t repost it?