Hi.i am probably the biggest Shego fan ever and have unfortunately just now found this site,and obviously i love to write,or i don't think i would be on this site, :) i am currently writing on my desk top a D/S fic and i have one on paper a short one about Shego and her bothers. the D/S will take a while and i am not completely sure i will finish it... but i don't know. Well about my self, one yeah i am a STRAIGHT girl, but i could compare my school status to that of Ron's,only instead of how he has two girls for best friends i have two guys,uhh i am southern so yeah that also means i am republican but that does NOT mean that i am bad in grammar ! I also have a youtube account(which is were the southern thing came from.) and i am also under the name shego1142, ok. well t.v shows other than K.P NOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE well how 'bout 3rd rock and spongebob and chowder.oh and TDI !! i have read all the D/S fics on here that are complete and am now reading an incomplete RonGo the one "loving you behind closed doors" and that is all i have to say right now g'night

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wow... I haven't updated this in... forever... uh, I'm just going to leave it.. to remind me how I used to be...hmmmm okay, uh i have more to say, but I'm impatient... and I have a little cuz to look after, I'll just post this.. :

My name is Tiffany, I am three, My eyes are swollen,I cannot see, I must be stupid,I must be bad, What else could have made my dad so mad? I wish I were better,

I wish I weren't ugly,Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me. I can't do a wrong, I can't speek at all or else I'm locked up, all day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone the house is all dark, my folk aren't at home when my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll just get, one whipping tonight.

I just heard a car, my daddy is back from Charlie's bar.

I press my self against the wall. I try to hide, from his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words he says its my fault he suffers at work. He slaps and hits me and yells at more, I finally get free and run to the door.

He's already locked it, and I start to bawl, he takes me and throws me against the hard wall I fall to the floor, with my bones nearly broken and my daddy continues, with more bad words spoken,

"I'm sorry!", I scream, but its now much to late his face has been twisted, into an unimaginable shape the hurt and the pain, again and again

O please God have mercy, O please let it end! And he finally stops, and heads for the door, while I lay there motionless. Brawled on the floor. My name is Tiffany

I am three, tonight my daddy murdered me and you can help, sickens me top the soul,

If you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness because you would have to be one heartless person, to not be effected by this Poem, and because you are effected do something about it!

Okay, I copy and pasted... please, people spell correctly!lol, that reminds me...

Hey, you! Yes, you, the netspeak addicit, listen, if you are not going to take the time to write what you have to say, I will not take the time to read it.

Okay, I also used lol but this is refering, yes to a lot of people, but a fanfiction that I was going to read, only to find that it was completely in netspeak. copy and paste if you feel the same, or if you have also read the fanfiction, please do.

Month one

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 boy!!
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's 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 and if you almost cryed post this in your profile

It's Halloween, you have candy from the drug store, and candy from Wallmart.. the difference, "Mommy, does Willy Wonka make a candy called My-doll?"