You seemed to have stumbled upon my profile, *insert name here*. Why yes, I do know your name. ;) Not really. BUT ANYWAY. If you would be so kind as to read some of my stories, and/or read/review my favorite stories, you are 100% welcome! Oh, and in case you previously knew my old account (Anastasia Laurlels), HI! It's the same one, just with a fancy 2.0 on the end. No imposters impersonating me. :) Even though, I'm sure nobody would want to... I'm really not that great.

If you're here to PM me due to the fact I haven't update anything in...I dunno, maybe 2 months, you can just read this. I am aware I haven't updated. Lately, I've been writing some original stories that I'm not going to mention nor post. I'm trying to ween myself off straight copyright infringement. :) If I ever professionally published a copyright infringement, I would be sued. THEREFORE, I'm clearing some ideas out of my brain so I can have a clear head. In addition to that, some people (of whom I will not name) have read my original stories, and are requesting that I write a novel. I'm also reading several books at the moment, so... Yeah, lots of stuff going on! Just hold your horses.

To those who are waiting on edge for a new story: I AM SO SINCERELY SORRY!!!! Honestly! I was writing this oneshot that was going to be around 2,500 words long, if not longer...but... My laptop updated unexpectantly, and it didn't save the document!!! Nnnnggrroooooohhhh!!!! (Sorry, running inside joke.) Some people wouldn't have gotten it. (It was a Leo and Gumshoe centered fic. Gumshoe is from a different fandom... He's an Ace Attorney character, and the best one at that! He's totally awesome!!!) It was soooooo goooooood... GRR. Sorry.

Facts of life:

Contrary to popular belief, America is not a democracy. It is a Leopertatorship.

There are no steroids in baseball. Just the power of Leoper.

A picture is worth a thousand words. A Leoper moment is worth 1 billion words.

When taking the SAT, write "Leoper" for every answer. You will score over 9000.

If at first you don't succeed, you're not a Leoper shipper.

He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword. He who lives by Leoper never dies.

To be or not to be? That is the question. The answer? Leoper.

All roads lead to Leoper. And by the transitive property, total awesomeness.

President Roosevelt said, "We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And pairings that go against Leoper."

In a fight between Batman and Darth Vader, the winner would be Leoper.

There’s an order to the universe: space, time, Leoper . . . just kidding. Leoper is first.

There are two types of people in the world . . . people that aren't in the realm of sanity, and Leoper shippers.

Only Leoper can prevent forest fires.

The pen is mighter than the sword, but only if the pen is held by a Leoper shipper.

Most people know that Descarte said, "I think, therefore I am." What most people don't know is that that quote continues, ". . . a Leoper shipper."

He who laughs last, laughs best. He who laughs at Leoper . . . dies.

People have often asked the United States, "What is your secret weapon against terrorists?" We simply reply . . . Leoper.

Some people say that Leoper is a myth. Those "some people" are now dead.

*Note. I am sorry if I have ruined the canon pairing that I will not name by convincing to join the world of Leoper. (If you're Jasper and HATE LEOPER, well...I'm mad. If you're Jasper and DON'T HATE LEOPER, than you're okay! :D) This was originally Percabeth, but I changed it to Leoper to be ORIGINAL. :D

PUBLICITY: If you like me, then you'll LOVE Franziska von Karma! She's super duper awesome! :D

Things I absolutely DETEST:

1. Jason Grace. :P
2. Jason Grace's face. E 'stupido! I mean, COME ON. In short, he has perfect blond hair, perfect blue eyes, perfect muscles, and HE CAN FLY? No. E 'stupido. (I always write "E 'stupido" in place of "It's stupid." "E 'stupido" is Italian! :D)
3. Grammer mistakes. (I am constantly correcting myself...)
4. Spelling mistakes. (Again, constatly correcting myself...)
5. When people say, "Mac and cheese," instead of, "Macaroni and cheese." (Weird, but true.)
6. Spiders!
7. Insects in general. (Excluding butterflies and ladybugs.)

Favorite songs of the moment:
1. Radioactive by Imagine Dragons (ROCK/ALTERNATIVE FTW!!!!)
2. Don't You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia. (SO GOOD!)
3. Kill Your Heroes by AWOLNATION. (I LOVE Awolnation!)
4. Sweet Nothing (feat. Florence Welch) by Calvin Harris. (It's so Dubstep, yet emotional!)
5. Fixin' by WALK THE MOON. (WALK THE MOON is an awesome band! SERIOUSLY!)
6. Trojans by Alas Genius
7. Everything Has Changed (feat. Ed Sheeran) by Taylor Swift (Her new album is awesome!!!)
8. I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift
9. Sail by AWOLNATION
10. Submarines by the Lumineers (I LOVE THIS SONG!!!! GO LISTEN TO IT NOW!!!)

QUOTE MODE.

"I've got a preposition to make." -One of my friends. :D

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life gives you a homicidal bridge, then you know that you have done something to make life REALLY angry." (Not exact words, but relatively close.) -Nancy Drew: the Tomb of the Lost Queen

Please read-true story (not me)

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

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the drom so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.

Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

Flowers love to be chartreuse. It's the color of beauty. Like vomit.

I love Leo Valdez.

Have a rhinoceros day!