What's crackin? What's shakin? Waz up? Hola! Hello! My name is AutobotStarlight.

I'm also at http://i-luv-bumblebee.deviantart.com/ Not much of an actual artist, but I do try. More of a photographer.

About Me:

Favorite Colors: Purple, Orange, Yellow, Black

Things I Love: Disney, Transformers, TMNT, Bones, Stargate SG1, Animals, Running

Music I Like: Disney, Country, some Hip Hop/Pop, Rock, 80's and 90's

Favorite Couples:

Transformers: Jazz X Prowl, Sunstreaker X Sideswipe, Hound X Mirage, Optimus X Elita, Ironhide X Chromia, Ratchet X Wheeljack, Red Alert X Inferno, Balster X Soundwave

Bones: Bones X Booth, Angela X Jack, Daisy X Sweets

Disney: Tiana X Naveen, Simba X Nala, Alice X Hatter, Peter Pan X Wendy, Eugene X Rapunzel,

Stargate SG-1: Sam X Jack, Daniel X Vala

Sanctuary: Henry X Ashley, Magnus X Druit, Will X Kate

Warehouse 13: Pete X Myka, Claudia X Todd

Eureka: Jack X Allison, Henry X Grace, Jo X Zane

NCIS: Tony X Ziva, McGee X Abby

In Plain Sight: Mary X Marshall

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Aang X Katara, Toph X Sokka

Teen Titans: Starfire X Robin, Beast Boy X Raven

Stories I Have Written:

Attack of the Transforming Food-Transformers. One Shot. What would happen if food could Transform? Only trouble.

Meetings-Transformers. In Progress.

Touch-Transformers. Poem. Complete. Jazz misses Prowl.

Touch: The Story-Transformers. Complete. Back story to the poem Touch. Jazz misses Prowl.

Come Back and Let Me Love You-Transformers. One Shot. Prowl is too focused on his work again. Poor Jazz feels neglected, and Prowl must face his mate.

HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY

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 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 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 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 ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.

--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

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?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

If you hate racism, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you think that America should work for the environment more, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you think that there's nothing wrong with gay marriage, slash, or gay couples, copy and paste this on your profile.

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

If you love chocolate as much as I do, copy this into your profile.

If you love God with all your heart and are 100 proud of it, copy this into your profile.

If you have music in your soul, copy this into your profile.

If you love rain, copy this into your profile.

If you have a true friend, copy this into your profile.

If you're against animal cruelty(horse slaughter, bear baiting, dolphin hunting, chimp slavery, etc.), copy this into your profile.

FRIENDS: Will go to a concert with me.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kidnap the band with me.

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why I have no food.

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN! We messed up!" OR "LET'S DO IT AGAIN NEXT WEEK!"

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."