|Yamino Tenshi 202|
Author has written 66 stories for Yu-Gi-Oh, Danny Phantom, Jhonen Vasquez, Hetalia - Axis Powers, Misc. Games, Sherlock, and Avengers.
Name: Yuki Mutou
Location: My mind
Status of Sanity: I sold it on EBay long ago... I got 40 bucks for it...
Short Bio: My name is Yuki Mutou... I was born on July 19, 1994... do the math, dipstick...
DeviantArt account: Yami-and-Hikari-Yuki (you do the work because I won't give you a link)
YouTube Account (please see it):
Tumblr (where all my naughty drawings go):
Favorite Animés/TV shows/Mangas:
Yu-Gi-Oh!, Chibi Vampire, Vampire Knight, Yostuba, Tokyo Mew Mew, Tokyo Mew Mew Ala Mode, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Kai, Full Moon wo Sageshite, Elfen Lied, Trinity Blood, Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Abridged Series (not really an animé but oh well), HETALIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favorite/Random Sayings :
"Push me and then just touch me so I can get my... satisfaction. Yami's satisfaction, Yugi's satisfaction..." - My friend Tyler telling me what an audio keychain at Spencer's says when you push the button on it. (Yaoi and YGO at Spencer's... sweet.)
"St. Austin's Funeral Home and Morgue - You kill 'em, we fill 'em; you stab 'em, we slab 'em. How may I help you?/ What's to do when you live in a shoe and you ain't got no soul?" - My friend Taylor's frequent sayings
"Screw X-Box; I play old school Nintendo... I must be emo" - The Emo Song
"The only hard part was the actual killing. How does one... kill a man? It is one thing to dream about it. Another to actually do it." - Salieri talking to a priest on the movie Amadeus (a Mozart movie) (how does one kill a man?)
"Clara, have you seen that so many people have a fetish for blonde people? I mean... look at all the fans Fergie has!" - Me on the phone with my BFF Clara
"Hey, Autumn, I have a question." "NO, I won't make out with you!" - Me and my friend Autumn
"Fuck, I feel like just got slapped by a bitch with a sledge hammer that you didn't pay last night." "Whoa, that's pretty bad... wait. What?" - My friend Aleks and Me
"I hurt myself to feel alive...!" - Tickle Me Emo
"'Emo' is a sub-genus of the group 'goth', which in itself is a sub-genus of the group 'punk'." - A video on YouTube called 'What is Emo?'
"Hey guys! Did you know that Edgar Allen Poe..." "The writer?" "Yes, anyway, did you know that Edgar Allen Poe was one of the first people to use heroin! We got the writing thing down. I say we try to follow in his footsteps!" "YAY!!" - Me and some of my friends
"You know what? If I died at the Inquistion, I'd want to die in the head crusher-" "No, dude, that would give you a killer headache." - Me and my friend Shelby
"Love is the slowest form of suicide." - Johnny the Homocidal Maniac avatar
"Mary Thomas said I've got cooties... Those're bad." - Squee!
"Hey, guys, look! I'm a goth!" "I knew that from Day 1." - Me and my BFF Ali
"Ah, such a beautiful night... I think I'll kill myself." / "The world would be a lot nicer if people only used guns on themselves." - Johnny the Homocidal Maniac
"If you look at a corpse, you see tomato sauce, white cheese, and broken noodles." - The observation I made that is the basis for Atemu, Yami, and Lasagna
"The only difference between a taco and a burrito is that a taco isn't wrapped up at the ends, but a burrito is." "(blinks, goes wide-eyed) I don't want to think about what you just said." "What? What did I--? Ugh, SICKO!" - Me and Kate, who applied the topic of virginity to our conversation
"I know I believe in nothing, but it is my nothing." - Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
"Since they're both hermaphrodites, that means double the babies, which means double the fun, which means double-stuffed Oreos, but if you have enough milk, you'll be fine." - Ben, a drunk guy my friends and I met through Omegle
Question of my Life : Tell me if this question is stupid: Why?
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 girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
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 is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
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 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
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