'Ello! I'm KittSune here! I really haven't done anything useful with my life so why not write fanfics... God I'm useless --. Well, Here are some things you may want to know:

Nickname(s): Kitt, Kat, Aisu, Yuki, Ash, She-Demon( Don't ask... Just don't)

Favorite Animal(s): Fox!!! A Raccoon and a Black Bear too!

Favorite color(s): Black and Red and Gold

Favorite Anime: FAIRY TAIL!!!!!!!

Favorite Otp(s): NaLu, GaLe, GrUvia, JeRza, MiXus, BiAnna, So on and on it goes... Love 'Em All!!!

My Quote: "Fear doesn't shut you down; It wakes you up," Veronica Roth

What My Oc(s) looks like: Aisu; Aisu is a cat. She is a grey cat with frosty blue and metal blue on her, Hence the name Rain. Also has Turquoise eyes. Yuki; Yuki is my Shape-Shifter. She has white hair(Fur) and frosty blue, as well as pearl and grey. She has pointed teeth and she is most like Insanity or Lust. Having Golden eyes.

What I look like: I have fluffy blonde hair and light grey eyes. My teeth are like Yuki's, Sharp and pointed. I'm 92.2 pounds although of my age. You may have noticed, I am a fan of Random Capitalization! My Bff is the cat I have had all my life, Rascal, or Mr. 'Tard (Standing for Retard, Cause he is the dumbest cat there is). I have a lot of other Bffs, Like (I'm using nicknames here) WolfGirly, Poptartz, Mr. Mario (Mario Fanatic), and Shy Guy. My brother is 3 years older than me and we hate each other when the parents are home. When they are gone, however, is when we are the best of friends.

Favorite games: Minecraft, Roblox (DON'T JUDGE), Sims 3, Spore, and Don't Starve

Fav. Author: John Green, Erin hunter

Fav. FanFictions!: Tales of Fairies, Mystical Creatures, Suicidal Boyfriend and many others.

I think that's all there is to know about me ( Other than I am a Grammer Nazi, Even if I don't know the words, Microsoft Word does)

HOMOPHOBIA IS STUPID!!

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 I'm a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets, because no one 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 27 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 not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself weeks before graduating high school.
It was just too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us because 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 even allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am 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 trach gym until somebody told me only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs 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 didn't always have to 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 ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to the fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".

THAT'S MESSED UP! IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG REPOST THIS.

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. 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.