I'm just a fangirl here...

Languages: I speak Spanish and English, understand Portuguese, currently learning Japanese

Games: Final Fantasy Crisis Core (so many feels for this game I've played other FF games but this is the only one I've ever finished), Kingdom Hearts, Pokemon, Animal Crossing, etc., etc., etc.

Rock: My Chemical Romance, The Academy Is..., All Time Low, Breaking Benjamin, Bring Me The Horizon, Cute Is What We Aim For, A Day To Remember, Falling In Reverse, Three Days Grace, 30 Seconds To Mars, 3 Doors Down, etc.

J-Rock: D=Out, SuG, the GazettE, BORN, Nightmare, Golden Bomber, Deluhi, LM.C, Lycaon, Alice Nine (main), ONE OK ROCK, MoNoLith, etc.

Anime: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh! GX (main), Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, Death Note, Nyanpire, Lucky Star, Ouran High Host Club, Vampire Knight, Fairy Tail (I like other animes too but these are the ones that come to mind right now)

Genres: I write mostly angst and romance, involving some humor, slight warning that I kinda enjoy making my characters suffer *cough* also for stories, I write both yaoi and straight, I just happen to write more yaoi but whatever (also beware of the lovely lemons and sometimes limes)

twitter: @sweetcountdown

quizilla: DarknesOnly13 (I accidentally didn't type an s ''' / I'll try posting some stories here from there soon)

YouTube: Gotoaholeanddie (I was pissed off at YouTube for deleting my account after the new layout so I typed this in, also the names I wanted were taken too)

I have a tumblr too (ok three, Alice Nine dedicated blog and two rp accounts)

Favorites:

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Seto Kaiba, Ryou Bakura, Duke Devlin

Yu-Gi-Oh! GX: Chazz Princeton, Jesse Anderson, Jaden Yuki, Aster Phoenix, Jim "Crocodile" Cook

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's: Yusei Fudo, Kalin Kessler, Crow Hogan, Akiza Izinski

Death Note: L (and he died... *sobs forever*)

Nyanpire: Nyatenshi

Lucky Star: Konata

Ouran High Host Club: Tamaki Suo

Vampire Knight: Zero

Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Happy, Gray Fullbuster

Final Fantasy Crisis Core: Zack Fair, Cloud Strife, Genesis Rhapsodos (these men, sweet mother of candy...)

Kingdom Hearts: Riku, Roxas, Marluxia, Squall

Favorite pairings:

Yu-Gi-Oh!:

- Euroshipping

- Hostshipping

- Tendershipping

- Ryou x Marik (don't know the name of that one, it's probably Hikarishipping or something)

Yu-Gi-Oh! GX:

- Spiritshipping (I really don't care who tops, I just adore them together)

- Cowboyshipping

- Superiorshipping

- Valentineshipping

- Fiancéeshipping (I only enjoy reading it, I don't ship them though)

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's:

- Junk(Faith)shipping

Let me dazzle you

COPY/PASTE SECTION (Above you'll find some more things about me / the serious ones are here, the not so serious one are on the next line thingy):

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a girl!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this.

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the enthusiastic friend that comes to a party of a friend's and wonders what her friend would do if she kissed her.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

PLEASE READ.

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 afterall, 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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school He told his friends that it was cool And when he pulled the trigger back It shot with a great crack Mummy I was a good girl I did what I was told I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another And all because he got the gun from his older brother Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush And tell my little sister that she is the only one now And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class And never to forget this and please don't let this pass Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack Mummy listen to me if you would I wanted to go to college I wanted to try things that were new I guess I'm not going with daddy On that trip to the new zoo I wanted to get married I wanted to have a kid I wanted to be an actress Mummy I wanted to live But mummy I must go now The time is getting late Mummy tell my Chris I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date I love you mummy I always have I know you know it's true Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you" In memory of the Colombine students that were lost Please if you would Pass this around I'd be happy if you could Don't smash this on the ground If you pass this on Maybe people will cry Just keep this in heart For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye" AndNow you have two choices 1) repost and show you care 2)or just ignore it and show people that the place your heart should be is bare (Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)

Unfair:

My dad was a wonderful man. He was so kind and caring. He did all that he could for the world, helping those in need even when they blatantly refused help. Dad was a tall man, not giant tall, but tall enough to be noticed. His wonderfully bronze colored skin made his topaz colored eyes more noticeable. His shoulder length dark black with crimson highlights in it caught many peoples attention; however his heart was taken by my papa, me, and my sister.

My papa was a gentle, kind man. He, like my dad, loved to help those in need. He ignored the cruel, hateful things that others said about him, just because he fell in love with a male. My papa was a shorter then my dad, barely making it to 5 foot 5. This was due abuse that my papa suffered when he was little, just because my papa’s dad didn’t like papa because papa’s mommy died when papa was born. He was pale in skin color, but not that sickly pale and his bright, sapphire blue eyes shimmered with a deep, soul shattering sadness that he covered up well. He, like dad, had shoulder length auburn red hair that, in the right light, seemed to catch fire.

My sister and I were born 7 years after dad and papa got married. Our surrogate was a wonderful woman with golden blonde locks and dark brown eyes. She was very kind, and had even said that if dad and papa wanted anymore, she would be willing to host our little brother or sister like she did for us. That made dad and papa very happy, because they knew that one day; they would love to have more children.

Sakura and I were identical twins, save for our eyes. While she had papa’s black hair with auburn highlights and our surrogates’ dark brown eyes, I got papa’s sapphire blue eyes. We had a combination of dad, papa, and our surrogates’ skin, which made a beautiful olive brown color. Our poor dad had so much trouble letting us go to our Homecoming Dance last year.

We lived in a wonderful 2-story brown house surrounded by fields of grass and cows. In our backyard there was a variety of apple and cherry trees that during the fall, was a beautiful sight that made my papa bring out his easel and paint the view the fields made. Sakura, my sister, and I had a garden in the back to. We grew so many things like pumpkins, potatoes, green beans, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, beets, corn, and many others. We had so much fun planting and harvesting the plants we grew.

Everything was perfect. Sakura and I grew up with two loving parents, had lots of friends, and had the best childhood ever. We were our daddies little girls and were promptly spoiled rotten (well, as much as they could). That is, until they came.

They were a group of anti-gays that had come to ‘purge the world of those who defied God’ that called themselves Purgens. They attacked in the middle of the night, when dad, papa, Sakura, and I were all asleep. It was the night before Christmas, and Sakura and I were so excited. Papa had promised us that Dad would teach us how to drive the next day, as Papa was just getting over from being sick. Dad and Papa had come rushing into our room (it was a tradition for Sakura and I to spend the night with each other every Christmas) when the first wisps of smoke came through. Dad and Papa took us by our hands and led us out of the rooms, smoke making it difficult to breathe. We had made it out to the hallway when strange men came and grabbed dad and papa from behind and had thrown them to the ground. A few others grabbed me and Sakura when we tried to go and help them.

They wore disgusted looks on their faces that were only partially covered with masks when they would look at Sakura, papa, dad and I. Dad and Papa were on the floor, pleading for them to let us go. The people just grinned, before they started beating papa and dad with metal and wooden bats that we hadn’t notice until now. They taunted and cursed our parents with every swing. Blood sprayed all over the place, and no matter how much pleading Dad and Papa did, they didn’t stop. If anything, the beatings became even worse. Sakura were screaming and crying, telling them to stop, when they turned on us.

Dad screamed at them to leave us alone as one of the males grabbed me and quickly stripped me of my clothes. Those men took mine and my sisters’ innocence that night; over and over again as they flames steadily rose higher and higher. Dad and Papa were forced to watch, which made me sick. After they were done, they started beating us again.

Papa was the first to go, with a final blow to his head that sent him crashing into a wall, where he took his last breath.

Dad followed soon after when one of the people took out a gun, and blew our fathers brains across the room.

Then they turned on us. They gave us small looks of sympathy, as if they were sorry for what they had to do. I remember clearly what that man said to us, before they finished.

“You should never have been born.”

A single shot rang through the night, before the flames devoured our bodies.

As Sakura and I sit here in the mortal world, wandering around looking for our daddy and papa, we have only to think this:

Why us? What did we do to warrant such anger? What was wrong with loving the person who your soul cried out for? Was it so wrong, to fall in love?

We, two children who were cared for by two wonderful people, were murdered just because our dad and papa were gay and in love.

If this story touched your heart, then please post this on your profile.

If it didn't, and your a homophobic, then ignore this and let those who have died make you think about your actions.

For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.)

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm blondeE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.(wtf)
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals. (in a way I do but I'm not all happy and giddy with all of the stuff they do)
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN so I MUST be white trash
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A's(almost), so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist. (I barely eat meat so I'll mark it)
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN(Austrian, is close enough...), so I MUST be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited (you're kidding, right?)
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
Im a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction
Im a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude
Im STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND so I MUST be a dork. (I kinda am)
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm GOTH, so I MUST worship the devil.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty. (I think it counts?)
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social. (I kinda am)
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser. (Manga counts right?)
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I MUST be homosexual.
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker. (NO SHAME)
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted. (... I've watched some JGV)
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE. (I'm very sad that I'm not)
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blonde blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my own SPIRITUAL IDEAOLOGY therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I love YAOI/YURI, so I MUST be GAY.
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast.
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times
I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I an friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.

(A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him)"Coloured people are not allowed here."

The white man said

The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black."

"But you sir..."

"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And yet you have the nerve to call me coloured"

(The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...)

This next one is really sad, you have been warned
Her name was Auroura

She was only five

This is what happened

When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk

Her mom was an addict

Her parents kept her

Locked in an attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear

It was old and worn out

And had patches of hair

She always talked to it

When no one's around

She lays there and hugs it

Not a peep of sound

Until her parents

unlock the door

Some more and more pain

She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face

Why would she be

In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear

And softly cry's

She loves her parents

But they want her to die

She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking," God, why? Why is

My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life

For a sad little kid

She'd get beaten and beaten

For anything she did

Then one night

Her mom came home high

The poor child was hit and slapped

As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One that she made

She thrust the blade

Right in her chest,

" You deserve to die

You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dying

She grabbed her bear

And again started crying

Police showed up

At the small little house

They quickly barged in

Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the sad little girl

Lying on the floor

It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least she died

With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no heart!!

Normal people VS. YuGiOh fans

Normal people: rely on their local weatherman for the weather forecast.

YuGiOh fans: would rather rely on Ishizu for future predictions.

Normal people: say OMG!

YuGiOh fans: Say oh my RA !

NORMAL PEOPLE: say shut up or I'll tell on you!
YuGiOh fans: Say shut up or I'll steal Seto's check book and blame on you.

Normal people: Think bad guys are very ugly

YuGiOh fans: Know a lot better and absolutely love Bakura and Marik.

Normal people: when being chased yell HELP ME SOMEBODY!

YuGiOh fans: when being chased yell HELP ME MARIK.

Normal People: get nervous or scared during thunderstorms.
YuGiOh fans: know that their might be a duel between Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura, and that some of them might be shirtless.

Normal People: would choose somewhere sunny to go for vacation.
YuGiOh fans: would go directly to Domino city.

Normal people: Would be scared when they see people in purple cloaks chasing them.

YuGiOh fans: Just know that Marik sends his rare hunters to be sure that you are fine.

Normal people: Get freaked out when they see scary people on motorcycles

YuGiOh fans: Know a lot better and know that it is Marik or Valon the badass Australian.

Normal people: Think YuGiOh is just a stupid children’s card game

YuGiOh fans: Know a lot better and know that it even was in the Egyptian past.

Normal people: Think little people are stupid.

YuGiOh fans: Think that Mokuba is way too cute to be stupid. (Unless they are Abridged fans “Shut up Mokuba”)

Normal people: Would never go to an orphanage

YuGiOh fans: Know better and go a lot to orphanages to check out if there is someone like Seto.

Normal people: Think Egypt is stupid

YuGiOh fans: Would go immediately to Egypt, because maybe Marik is there!

Normal people: Would never buy to expensive thing because they might become out of money.

YuGiOh fans: Would just kidnap Mokuba and force Seto to shop with them.

Normal People: Solve all their problems by suing people

YuGiOh Fans: Solve all their problems by playing a children's card game (YGO! The Abridged quote Copyright: Little Kuriboh)

If you are a YuGiOh fan, then put this on your profile

If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

If you've ever been on your computer for hours on end reading numerous fanfics, copy and paste this.

If you have ever copy or pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste.

If you have a scary crush on a book anime or game character copy and post this into your profile

"I'm bringing sexy back..." Copy and paste this into your profile if you never even knew sexy was gone.

If you think villains rock and are da bomb, copy and paste this into your profile!

"Villains are the new heroes. We dress better and are MUCH hotter!" If you love all villains and baddies and psychos in fandoms, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you think that several anime characters are sexy, paste and copy this on your profile.

If you LOVE YAOI, copy this and paste it on your profile

If you've ever thought about something when you were talking about something else, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think that Writer's Block sucks, copy and paste this into your profile.

Most people would be offended if someone asked them what was wrong with their mind. Copy this into your profile if you would be one of the few people that would answer, "Where to begin?"

If you run into inanimate objects...and then blame them for it copy and paste this in your profile.

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.

If people think you are mentally insane...copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you've ever walked into a doorway/wall that you could've clearly dodged, you just weren't paying close enough attention, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile

If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile

If someone actually gave you the answer to said stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this on your profile

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are a chocoholic copy this into your profile.

If you have embarrassing memories that make you want to smack yourself/ someone else, copy this into your profile.

If you think everyone's out of their mind, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are anti-social sometimes copy this into your profile.

If you have ever said that an anime character is sexy/hot and you love them, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you ever threatened a computer or video game console, copy and paste this in your profile.

If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy this onto your profile.

Only crazy people can understand the brilliance of crazy things. If you are crazy and proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile!

If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile.

80 of young teenage girls think Zac Effron is HOT, if your one of the 18 who shake their heads sadly and dismissivley, paste this into your profile. if your one of the people who nearly puke when you hear the words Zac Efron or High School Musical paste this into your profile (I choose J-Rockers any day over him)

If you have music in your soul, post this in your profile!

If you love any and/ or all things that Mac/ Apple, then copy and paste this on your profile.

If you love rain, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you sometimes talk to yourself copy and paste this onto your profile. (*cough* always *cough*)

If several inanimate objects hate you copy and paste this into your profile.

If you want to learn Japanese, copy/paste this into your profile.

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think rap is the most awful thing to ever be called "music," and that rappers are wanna-be's who are being paid to make fools out of themselves and can't even sing, copy and paste this into your profile.

Recent studies show that 92 percent of teenagers have moved on to rap. If you're part of the 8 percent that has stayed loyal to either rock or metal, put this in your profile.

If you have ever changed your password on something and forgotten it, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you know a video game/book/movie/anime/manga character or weapon that need(s) to exist, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've ever laughed so hard that you had trouble breathing, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think the kids should just give the rabbit some freaking Trix, copy and paste this into your profile.

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Would the Soundtrack be?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.

Opening Credits:
RED - the GazettE

Waking Up:
rosary - SCREW

First Day At School:
Akashi - ピコ (Piko)

Falling In Love:
Blue Planet - Alice Nine

Fight Song:
Show Me Love (Extended Version) - TATU

Breaking Up:
Naturally - Selena Gomez And The Scene

Prom:
The Devil's Den - Skrillex & Wolfgang Garthener

Mental Breakdown:
Suffocated - Orianthi

Driving:
Happy Endings - The All-American Rejects

High school flashback:
our days - LOVE DIVING (it's from BeatRock Love)

Flashback:
The Way You pope - Rihanna Ft. Eminem

Getting Back Together:
Solitude - LOVE DIVING

Wedding:
-Dice- - Alice Nine

Birth Of Child:
Animal - Secondhand Serenade

Final Battle:
Bad Influence - P!nk

Death Scene:
Kousai - Alice Nine

Funeral SongPaper Gangsta - Lady Gaga

End Credits:
Dead School Screaming - Alice Nine

(and the bonus is Sweet Shackles - GUMI)