Hey everybody!

I'm StarRoseColors!

My ships are:

Billdip

Mabifica

SansxFrisk

Papyton

and lots more!

Champion of Oz and The Downfall of Lila Rossi are currently on hiatus until I can find inspiration for them.

Got a problem with me? Solve it

Think I'm trippin? Tie my shoe

Can't stand me? Sit down

Can't face me? Turn around

Love me? Great

Hate me? Even better

Think I'm ugly? Don't look at me

Don't like my style? Don't like yours

Don't know me? Don't judge me

Think you know me? You have NO idea!

I'm me. Hate it? Get over it!

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.

The white man said, "colored people are not allowed here."

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 colored"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away…

Copy this onto your account and help stop racism!

Mummmy...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 Columbine 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"

Now you have two choices

1) repost and show you care

2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

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

I didn't write it but when I saw it on somebody elses profile it touched my heart, so I had to repost. I hope you can repost as well.

If you have ever cried when your favorite character in a movie, T.V. Show, video game, or book died, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are insane and proud of it copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you believe in God, copy this into your profile.

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.

If you have ever seen a movie (or a show) so many times that you can quote it word for word, and do at random moments, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...copy and paste this on your profile.

If you have ever yelled at the book you were reading because the characters did something stupid post this on your profile.

If someone put a gun to your head, asked if you believed in God, and told you they would shoot you if you said yes, would you say yes? If you would, copy this onto your profile.

88% of teenagers think that reading is a waste of time. Copy and paste this into your profile if your the 12% that thinks those people are nut jobs.

If you think sometimes songs really speak to you, paste this on your profile

If when your saying "good game,good game ,good game" but really, all you want to say is " WE WON YOU SUCKKERS!!!!!!" , copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are crazy and proud of it copy and paste this onto your profile

If you have sudden mood changes out of nowhere copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever yelled at an inanimate object copy and paste this into your profile

If you love rain, copy this into your profile.

If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.

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

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile

If you are against child abuse, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are in la la land most of the time copy this into your profile.

If you've ever talked to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile

If you have ever tripped up the stairs, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you love irratating people with these annoying copy and paste things, copy and paste this into your profile.

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

If you think TV Golf is the most boring thing on TV...Copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have an annoying younger--or older-- sibling, please copy and paste this into your profile.

If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile.

If you have ever fallen up the stairs copy this into your profile

If you have ever tripped over air, copy this into your profile.

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy this onto your profile. (on many occasions)

If you've ever wished you could go into a book and strangle some of the characters for being so incredibly dumb, copy and paste this into your profile.

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

Ninety-Five percent of teenagers are concerned about being popular. If you are part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list, Queen S of Randomness 016, Queen B of Randomness 016, AnimieKittyCaffe, The Gypsy Pirate Queen, That Bloody Demon, The Astrology Nerd, Shadow929, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Yavie Aelienel, Hyperactively Bored, Spymaster E, Shanny-Boo, Oathkeepera, FF Girl, SailorKairi91, Akane Naomi, Patamon Cutie 13, The Illustionest, Blood of the Dawn,Girloveswaffles5, Robin the Girl Wonder, hplover1999, Annabella Lucy Nox

If there are times when you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, copy this into your profile.

If you're easily confused or confuzzled add this to 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've walked under something that was about two feet above your head and ducked anyway copy and paste this is your profile

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

If you think everyone's out of their mind (including yourself . . . but that's a given), copy and paste this into your profile

If you have ever fallen off a chair backwards, copy and paste this in your profile.

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

If you think that those stupid kids should just give that poor Trix rabbit some Trix, copy this into your profile

If you think that the kids should leave the leprechaun and his Lucky charms alone, copy this in your profile

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile

If you've ever walked/jogged/ran into a door copy and paste this to your profile

Pluto was declared no longer a planet on August 27 of 2006 just because it was 'too small' and 'off its orbit' for a couple scientists' likings. If you still think Pluto should be a planet then copy and paste this to your profile

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, 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 have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vice versa copy this into your profile

If you and your friend break out into song in a public area put this on your profile

If you've ever yelled at an inanimate object for not listening to you, copy and paste this into your profile

If that inanimate object now hates you more because you yelled at it, copy and paste this into your profile

If you think your siblings where possibly born stupid, copy and paste this into your profile

If you have ever had done something or said something that made perfect sense to your real friends and only caused your "peers" to look at you strangely and roll their eyes, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you walk into walls because you have your nose in a book, copy this to your profile

96% of teens won't stand up for God. Put this on you page if you're one of the 4% who will

If you have ever run into a tree, copy this to your profile!

If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.

I like cheese. I have seen purple cows. If two gooses are geese, then why aren't two moose meese, or when two foots are feet, why aren't two footballs feetball? Milk tastes good. People call me crazy, but I'm just random! If you're random and proud of it, copy and paste this in your profile!

If you like chocolate as much as I do, copy this in your profile.

If you have ever laughed at something that you wouldn't normally laugh at because it was really late at night, copy this into your profile.

"I'm not suffering from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it."

If you have ever considered going to the EmpireStateBuilding and asking for an audience with Zeus, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you ever wanted to be a hero from Greek mythology, copy and paste this onto your profile.

Weird is under-rated. Copy and paste this in your profile, if you agree and add your name to the list: Celiana, SuperSidney, Wisegirl101, Seweedbrainrocks314, Shorty and KG Inc., Journalist793, percabethatw, Ultimate Percy Jackson Fan, Robin the Girl Wonder, hplover1999, Annabella Lucy Nox

If your part of the .0000000001 percent of people who does NOT have a MySpace, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you want to see a Quidditch match copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've ever talked to yourself, copy this to your profile.

If you like chocolate as much as I do, copy this to your profile.

If you cried during/after reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, copy this to your profile.

If you cried when Fred Weasley died (in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows), and not afraid to admit it, copy, paste this on your profile.

If you're one of the few people who actually reads profiles, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you love Harry Potter, copy this into your profile.

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing, or a combination of both, copy and paste this into your profile.

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

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile

If you have ever read a 250 pg book in less than one day, copy and paste this into your profile

If you loved DH, HBP, OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, and SS/PS, and know what all those initials stand for, copy and paste this on your account.

A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. for you.

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.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia and transphobia are wrong. Please do your part to end them

You Know You're a Writer/Author When...

Every time you hear a song, you think of a new story or one you've already written.

It takes you like 10 minutes to write a sentence basically saying that they woke up.

You often imagine your books becoming movies.

Spell check is your best friend.

You give even the smallest of characters a huge background.

You hesitate before killing of one of your favorite characters.

You smile really big when you are going to finally write a character love scene.

Every time you read something, you make your own story of the same thing.

You'll spend an hour trying to find one word cause you won't dare use a synonym.

Not being able to write is like not being able to pee to you... you just can't hold it in for so long.

You write so fast, you leave out words in a sentence.

You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written.

Things that are written badly annoy you and make you want to re-write it better.

You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself.

You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time.

If you are not writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly.

When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away..

You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end.

You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it.

When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, sleepiness, or the urge to pee until you run out of ideas.

If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending.

You like to fidget, tap, or chew on the tip of something when you are trying to come up with a new sentence, paragraph, chapter, or story.

You are in love with the Thesaurus.

You dream about your stories.

You dream of new stories.

You often revisit some of your old stories.

Someone can call your name twenty times without you hearing if you're writing.

You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you.

You would rather write than go out.

Your/you're and their/there/they're are errors that send you into an apoplectic fit.

You get cranky if you don't get to write.

You've heard/seen/thought something, and thought, I need to write that down.

You wake up in the middle of the night and scrabble for a pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep.

A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you're writing takes place right in front of your eyes.

You start to laugh out loud in public at what something your character might say.

Even though you try your hardest to resist, you often correct your own grammar.

You talk to yourself... constantly

Your family/friends have come to the ignore the habit of your talking to yourself.

FINALLY YOU KNOW YOUR A WRITER/AUTHOR WHEN, YOU DIDN'T SKIP MY CRAZY RANT!!