Author has written 45 stories for Transformers/Beast Wars, StarTrek: Voyager, Dragonriders of Pern series, Power Rangers, G. I. Joe, Harry Potter, and CSI: Miami.
Hi you can call me Akadeanna; I have written many stories, but I am slowly starting to add here because most I write are additions to other Fanfictions and I haven't had the courage to ask the authors of the story I write the additions for, for permission to post them, but I have a handful which aren't, but I'm not even 1/3rd of the way done with them. I grew up in the 80s and like Transformers G1, Transformers Animated, GI Joe, and the original Voltron.
I like: Transformers (not Beast Wars, no opinion on Prime never saw it), GI Joe, Pokémon, Yugioh, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Star Trek (Voyager is my favorite), Power Rangers, Fullmetal Alchemist, CSI (like them all, but prefer Miami & NY), Sailor Moon, Saiyuki, X-Men, and some others I can't think of.
Notation For Avatar: The young woman in the bridal dress in my avatar is me
Note For Any Author: If you are an author of transformers writings and you pair Optimus and Megatron would you be so kind to mail me and explain why you do that? I'm curious
Notes For My Fan-Fics: Soundwave doesn't talk funny in my past set fan-fics as it's before his voice was weird; in my future set ones (2345 the year) Soundwave still talks normal; his voice was fixed like with bumblebee in the movies. Megatron didn't always lead the Decepticons in my Fanfictions, he was first an Autobot, but out of jealousy of Optimus he left the Autobots and became the new leader of the Decepticons; Starscream was the original leader in my Fanfictions. Also in my Fanfictions Optimus is the youngest earth Prime
Note About Lazerbeak & Ravage: In my stories Lazerbeak and Ravage are NOT Minicons they were built to resemble Minicons; but they were built by human hands (Akadeanna's hands) as a gift of friendship (Seen in chapter 2 of Unusual Friends)
Note To Authors: If you'd like a unique addition for your Transformers Fanfic; let me know I love writing additions and I'd love to have permission from an author to write a unique addition. All I ask is that you don't mind if I throw Flowerdancer in; um I prefer Transformers G1/Animated; have done some prime's as I liked the fan-fiction, but I don't know anything about Transformers Prime as I haven't seen any of the episodes; I will NOT do Beast Wars additions as I never cared for Beast Wars. Will also do shattered glass universe as I've read one and it was quite good! (Last Favor is the one)
Mirror Twins Note: if you don't know what mirror twins are look up Tomax and Xamot of GI Joe under Cobra Agents that's what mirror twin are!
Another Note: um in my Fanfictions Optimus and Megatron would be considered mirror twins even though with their disguises they don't look it. So you’re very sure not to see an Optimus & Megatron relationship pairing from me PERIOD
-Newest Autobot Meeting
- CSI Meeting
- Christmas Finding Skyfire
- Impressing A Gold And A Reunion
- Shattered Glass First Time
- First Meeting With The Autobots
- Shattered Glass Christmas Reunion
- New Meeting
- Making History
- Changing History
- Family Ties
- My Life
- Lost & Confused
- A New Prime Meeting
- A Christmas Wish
- Visiting Skyfire
- A New Reunion
- Life And Memories Of A Half-Breed
- Waking Up In A New Time And New Dimension
- Little Flower And Skyfire Flying Together Forever
- Finding Him Alive
- Prime Target
- Finding Him
- Seeker Secrets
- Another New Seeker Meeting
- Secrets Revealed
- Shattered Glass Dimension Of Darkness
- Dimensional Duties
- Old Friends, New Friends, And Good Times
- Starscream’s Son
- Attending Hogwarts
- A Different Seeker Meeting
- A New Cybertronic Meeting
- Ultimate Betrayal
- A New Meeting
- Memories Of A Queen
- Fliers So Pretty And So Unique
- Unusual Friends
- A Promise Made
- Waking Up After Centuries
- Meeting Optimus Prime
Links To Other Fanfictions & Reason For Link:
Reason: I made an addition to Flame Goes Out with permission from Michelle LaChance
Birthdate: March 25th, 1981
Children Status: None yet; planning to adopt
Family Status: 2 mothers (1 biological, 1 adopted), estranged adopted father (not in the picture since 2009), 1 older brother (was adopted, hasn't been found), 1 younger sister (met in 2007)
Favorite Color: Red
Favorite Team Colors: Green & White (Go Michigan State Spartans!)
Team Edward Or Team Jacob: Team Jacob!
State Of Residence: Michigan
Favorite State: Nevada
Hobbies/Interests: Martial Arts, Swimming, Website Building, Roleplaying, Writing, Horseback Riding, Cats, Dragons, Dungeons And Dragons, Dragonriders Of Pern, Star Trek, Star Wars, Pokemon, Yugioh
Favorite Autobot: Optimus Prime
Favorite Decepticon: Starscream
What Side Would You Be On: Um Probably Autobots
What Kind Of Bot Would You Be: Seeker (I'm OBSESSED WITH THEM!)
If You Went Into The Universe As A Human Would You Have An Autobot Guardian? If So Who? Yes I Would Have A Guardian, It Would Be Optimus!
My Opinions On Pairings:
Dark Magician/Celtic Guardian
Dark Magician Girl/Flameswordsman
Yusei/Nerve (from 5Ds)
Star Trek (Voyager):
Star Trek (The Next Generation):
Jean-Luc Picard/Beverly Crusher
Optimus/Megatron (yuck brothers?)
Optimus/Any Female (I don't really see Optimus as being straight)
Seto/Mokuba (yuck brothers)
Dark Magician/Dark Magician Girl (YUCK! um I play them as brother and sister so I find this pairing gross)
Star Trek (Voyager):
The girl you called fat..She has been starving herself & lost 30 lbs. The boy you called stupid...Has a learning disability & studies over 4 hours a night. The girl you called ugly...She spends hours putting on make-up, hoping people will like her. The boy you called a queer...He is planning his suicide because he can't accept himself for who he is. The boy you tripped...He is abused enough at home. Put this in your profile if you're against bullying. Stand up against bullies this year!
Copied from MISCrasyaboutfanfics' profile:
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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever.. 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, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart (If you aren't touched by this, you are truly heartless)
If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for no reason put this on your profile.
If you think that life without computers is useless then copy this to your profile.
92 percent of American teens would die if Abecrombe and Fitch told them it wasn't cool to breath. If your one of the 8 percent that would be laughing your asses off as you watch the others copy this to your profile.
Love knows no gender, age or color. If you totally agree with me, put this in your profile.
If you think that being unique is better than being cool then put this on your profile.
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, copy this into your profile.
If you know someone who should be run over by a bus, copy this to 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 have ever said something that has nothing to do with the current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile.
98 percent of all teenage girls would give their souls to Edward Cullen if he was stabbed with a wooden stake. Post this on your profile if you're part of the 2 percent that stabbed him. (not a teen, but still)
If you love one, or all of the Seekers (not the cone heads), copy this into your profile.
If you support/love the Decepticons, copy this into your profile.
If you have a little bit of Decepticon in you, paste this onto your profile!
If you've ever busted a move/burst into song, copy and paste this into your profile. (Song)
95 of teens would cry if they saw the Jonas Brothers Miley Cyrus The High School Musical cast at the top of a skyscraper about to jump. Copy and paste this EVERYWHERE if you are in the 5 that would get some popcorn, get a nice seat, than start chanting "JUMP MOTHER FUCKERS, JUMP MOTHER FUCKERS, JUMP FUCKERS!!" (Not a teen, but still)
If you actually take the time to read other peoples profiles, copy this to yours.
If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy and paste this in your profile. (um did when I read it)
If you believe in world peace, paste this in your profile.
If you believe in recycling, paste this in your profile.
If you sing in the shower, paste this in your profile. (and the bath tub)
If your best friends are fictional, paste this in your profile.
98 percent of people would have a mental break down if the Jonas Brothers jumped off a bridge ...copy and paste this in your profile if your the 2 that would bring popcorn and a video camera.
(.• (. ) .•.•) .•) (.• (.•pass the ribbon around if you know someone that has survived, DIED, or is living with cancer (Died)
If you've ever felt like something was watching you and then turned around to find nothing, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever threatened your computer, copy and paste this into your profile
If you absolutely LOVE to sing even though you may or may not suck copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous Fanfictions, copy this onto your profile.
If you can be quiet one second and hyper in another, but don't have mood swings, copy this in your profile.
The "You no like, you no read" club: If you believe that people who don't like someone's story should simply not read it instead of posting cruel and hateful reviews, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: Alicia Kawa Uchiha, ARC13,jessi girl18024, Queen Akadeanna Hawk
If you frequently use words that your spell checker says don't exist, put this in your profile.
If you wonder why Star Wars fans don't have a cool name like "Trekkie," copy and paste this into your profile.
If you hate when people mistake Star Wars for Star Trek, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you wish you attended theJediTrainingAcademy, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you wish that a fictional character was real, copy and paste this to your profile.
COPY THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE AND CONTINUE THE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SUCKS TRAIN! ADD YOUR NAME AND COPY AND PASTE!Stephanie Pascal, x Rajah x, Darth KenObi-Wan,x Hana Solo, ARC13,Jessigirl18024, Queen Akadeanna Hawk
If you have a wide range of interests, put this on your profile.
There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.
FRIENDS: Will help me find my way when I'm lost BEST FRIENDS: Will be the one messing with my compass, stealing my map and giving me bad directions.
FRIENDS: Will help me learn to drive. BEST FRIENDS: Will help me roll the car into the lake so I can collect insurance.
FRIENDS: Will watch my pets when I go away. BEST FRIENDS: Won't let me go away.
FRIENDS: Will help me up when I fall down. BEST FRIENDS: Will point and laugh because she tripped me.
FRIENDS: Will go to a concert with me. BEST FRIENDS: Will kidnap the band with me.
FRIENDS: Ask me for my number. BEST FRIENDS: Ask me for her number.
FRIENDS: Hide me from the cops. BEST FRIENDS: Are probably the reason they're after me in the first place.
FRIENDS: Let me make an idiot of myself in public. BEST FRIENDS: Are up there with me making an idiot out of themselves too.
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink . BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why I have no food.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mister and Missess, Grandma by Grandma and Grandpa by Grandpa. BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM, Grandma, GRANNY and Grandpa, GRAMPS.
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: Have never seen you cry. BEST FRIENDS: Won't tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number. BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back. BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you "My bad...here's a tissue."
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you. BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door. BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone. BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.
FRIENDS: Are only through high school and college to be your drinking buddies. BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.
FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough. BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Girl, drink the rest of that! You know we don't waste!"
FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter. BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this stuff!
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this 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 on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia
"They hurt her..."
A few names of my characters
Akadeanna Hawk (an Egyptian queen who once was a powerful Egyptian queen and an Egyptian goddess daughter of Bastet and Amun; came under the protection of an Autobot team at the age of 6 when the fallen decided to attack her, was protected by a black jet named Stardancer Prime, human of Optimus Prime, mother of 2 girls, goddess of all animals being goddess of all animals she can speak to, understand, and be understood by all animals; in my stories Akadeanna was the first Queen of Egypt at the beginning of time becoming queen when she was only 13 years old, friends with Starscream and Soundwave; um she has an uncanny ability to sense Autobots and Decepticons even if they are hiding their energy signatures, and she can also tell what is in their spark like if they are lying or telling the truth by just listening to it, she makes no sound as she walks, Akadeanna bears an Autobot marking on the right side of her neck showing that she is an ally of the Autobots, but due to her friendship with Megatron, on the lower right side of her back the Decepticon marking which she keeps hidden when among her Autobot friends; also on her back (beginning of time) is a black horse image indicating that she is human of Optimus Prime, (Future: 2345) Blue With Red Flames Peterbuilt Semi-Truck; also on her left shoulder blade there is a Protoform of a small figure (beginning of time); the same mark from the beginning of time turns into a helicopter indicating a bond with the Minicon named Jolt (Future: 2345) in my stories the Minicons didn't arrive until after Akadeanna was in a very long cryogenic sleep to save her life; Family: Twin brother (um Chakotay Hawk, name comes from Chakotay from Star Trek Voyager, but nothing else), parents (Bastet & Amun); daughters (Integra & Krasria); was supposed to be a mirror twin, but her sister died in the womb and would've been named Veronica only difference would've been Veronica's eyes would've been ruby red; um Akadeanna's also immortal, isn't that obvious because she's a Goddess?)
Flowerdancer Prime (An alternate form of Akadeanna, given to her by Primus when she was 18 years old; who looks just like Thrust except she's as tall as Optimus and as lithe as Starscream, she's also NOT a Conehead seeker she is more designed like Starscream, coloring is red and black, optic color is crimson red; um her gifts are unique, she is a Warper like Skywarp, however she's also a Dimensional Warper meaning she can warp among dimensions when she needs to, also she is the last of the dimensional guardians (they protect all the dimensions) like her human form Flowerdancer never makes a sound when she walks, when visiting Primus though Flowerdancer turns solid gold, unlike some bots Flowerdancer is NOT intimidated by Megatron; unlike most seekers who are only good at fighting in the air Flowerdancer is as good in the air as she is on the ground)
Stardancer Prime (Older brother of Optimus Prime, Spark Twin of Stargazer Prime, and one of the two Protectors of Akadeanna)
Stargazer Prime (Also older brother of Optimus Prime, Spark Twin of Stardancer Prime (younger of the two of them), and the other of the two Protectors of Akadeanna)
Sorin (Medic of Stardancer and Stargazer's team, one who started Akadeanna's training of healing their kind)
Integra (Oldest twin daughter of Akadeanna Mirror twin of Krasria)
Krasria (Younger twin daughter of Akadeanna Mirror twin of Integra)
Varin (Possibly will do a story with him and his twin Shian; Akadeanna gave Optimus a human form and this is his name it's Egyptian (made-up) for Optimus; he stands at 6 feet 4 inches tall; he has midnight blue eyes, short black hair, on the right side of his neck is the Autobot marking, and on his back is (beginning of time) a black horse marking (future: 2345) a blue with red flames Peterbuilt semi-truck; he and Shian are mirror twins, their eyes and the length of their hair the only way to tell them apart.)
Shian (Possibly will do a story with him and his twin Varin, Akadeanna also gave Megatron a human form before he defected to the Decepticons and this is his name it’s Egyptian (made-up) for Megatron; he also stands 6 feet 4 inches tall; he has blood red eyes, shoulder length black hair, before defecting in this form he had the Autobot marking on the right side of his neck, however then when he defected it was replaced with the Decepticons marking; and on his back is (beginning of time) a gray colored horse marking (future: 2345) a weird silver jet (um the look from the movies; he and Varin are mirror twins, their eyes and the length of their hair the only way to tell them apart.)
For those that don't like Setinel Prime from TFA...
Okay, for those of you who have watched TFA (Transformers Animated), we all know how slaggin' annoying Setinel Prime is. If you, for some strange reason a fan of Setinel Prime, just... just... stop liking him because he has more ego than you can fill three Unicrons with! Phew, had to get that out. So if you think Setinel is a total glitch head, then copy and paste this on your profile. Also, copy paste this if you want to see his head get cut off again! :) ;) :-3 XD
A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut, no one knows she was raped at 13.
People call another Guy fat, No one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight .
People call an old man ugly, No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.
Repost this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. I bet 95% of you won't
Love vs. Sex
A teenage girl about 17 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?
Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe in God..
Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! 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?
Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...
He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...
He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...
He had no army, yet kings feared him...
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world...
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today
Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...
If you believe in the true God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
then copy and paste this in your profile
If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says...
"If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven..."
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.’
Racism is wrong and can often times destroy people's self confidence. It's a horrible and cruel way to treat people. To prove that we are all alike, try this simple experiment: Hold your hand up to a light of some kind. You'll see a shadow cast nearby. Now, have someone of a different race hold their hand up too. You'll see, essentially, the same image. Five fingers and a palm. Skin color doesn't matter when you get right down to it. If you are against racism, copy this message and my symbol for equality to your profile.
I'm a Christian and Proud of it!! If you are a Christian please copy & paste this and then add your name here: Riku's Music Lover, libithewolf, Spottedpaw13, xXJedi Knight BlazeXx,Jessi girl18024, Queen Akadeanna Hawk
Homophobia and 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 is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
A child says to its mother: "Mommy, I colored your bed sheets with lipstick!" In a rage the mother hits her child until it's knocked out. Full of remorse, her eyes filled with tears, she begs the child to open its eyes, but it's too late. Its little heart has stopped beating. The words on the sheets in the bedroom said: "I love you, Mommy!" Repost this if you are against child abuse! I bet 95% of you won't…
TRANSFORMERS COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO YOUR PROFILE!!
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Some Terms (Belong To Me):
Verosha: This Refers To A Very Old Form Of Spark-Bonding Among Seekers, As Old As Cybertron Itself, Unlike Normal Spark-Bonding However It Doesn’t Involve Interfacing Or Involving Revealing Their Sparks, The Bond Though Is A Million Times Stronger Than A Normal Spark-Bonding.
Liquid Energon Replacement: This Is A Replacement For Energon, It Is Designed To Work Just Like Regular Energon, But It Tastes Like High-Grade Energon And It Works Just Like It Except For One Minor Difference, This Stuff Doesn’t Have The Nasty Side-Effects That High-Grade Energon Has. Unlike The Traditional Energon, This Isn’t Purple In Coloration It Is Blood Red In Coloration, It Isn’t Altered To Be Red In Color, When It Is Harvested It Comes Out Blood Red. This Is Created By Harvesting Radiation From The Great Barrier By The Maquis Ships. There Are Modifications Made To It, But Only To Suit The Need Of The Bot Who Will Ingest It. For Instance Since Seekers Need More Nutrients In Their Energon The Seekers Formula Has A Lot More Nutrients Then Say For A Scout Like Bumblebee. There Is Also A Formula For Sparked Bots, But Again The Formula Designed For A Sparked Seeker Still Has Much More Nutrients Then For A Sparked Scout; The Nutrient Levels For A Sparked Seeker Is 3 Times Higher Than The Formula For A Non-Sparked Seeker
Ceremonial Mask: This Is A Mask Much Like A Battle Mask Except For The Fact Instead Of Being The Traditional Color Of The Bots Face It Is Solid Gold In Coloration, Traditionally It Is Only Seen Among Primes And High Ranking Seekers, And Also The Rare True Child Of Primus. An Example Is Seen On Flowerdancer Prime, It Shows Her Position As A Prime, A High Ranking Seeker, And The Fact That She Was A True Daughter Of Primus.
Dimensional Guardians: These are ULTRA rare; there is ONLY one remaining and that is Flowerdancer Prime. Their job is to check the dimensional gates and help when there is trouble within the dimensions. They have one very unique gift; they are warpers, however this kind of warping allows them to warp between dimensions.
Spark Prime: A Spark Prime doesn't have a separate thing within his or her chestplates with his or hers spark, their matrix of leadership is embedded into their spark casing. Flowerdancer is a Spark Prime.
Half-Blood: Is a Cybertronian who has one parent whose an Autobot and the other is a Decepticon
Spirit Writers: They Are Regular Writers Such As Fanfiction Writers Who Can Hear Their Characters Speak To Them Telling Them What To Write And Such.
Half-Breed: one who is human and Cybertronian or Cybertronian and human; Akadeanna is an example as she’s human and Seeker
Sector 262: in the archives on Cybertron this is what we refer to as the Milky Way Galaxy; and they call earth third planet.
Gold Striped Prime: In The Shattered Glass Dimension Or Dimension Of Darkness (What I Call The Shattered Glass Dimension) It Refers To A Prime Who Isn’t Evil; They Are Noted By The Fact Their Decepticon Markings Will Have A Gold Stripe Across It From The Upper Right-Hand Corner To The Lower Left-Hand Corner.
True Gladiator Matches- These Are Matches Where If A Flier Type Or Seeker Is Fighting A Ground Based Gladiator The Flier Or Seeker Must NOT Use Their Flight Capabilities, Unless The Ground Based Gladiator Throws The Seeker Or Flier Into The Air Then The Seeker Or Flier May Use His Or Her Flight Abilities To Right Themselves And Themselves Safely To The Ground, They Can Fly If They Are Fighting Another Seeker Or Flier Gladiator
Freestyle Gladiator Matches- Now Unlike The True Gladiator Matches, Where Fliers And Seekers Aren’t Allowed To Use Their Flight Abilities Against Ground Based Gladiators In Freestyle Gladiator Matches They Are Allowed To Use Their Flight Abilities Against A Ground Based.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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!
Mommy I am okay. I am in Jesus' 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. repost this.
A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and notices that he is the only black man there. As he sits down, he notices a white man behind him.
The white man says, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turns around and stands up. He then says:
"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,"
"When you hold your breath you're purple,"
"And when you die you turn grey."
"And yet you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sits back down and the white man walks away...
Copy this onto your profile and help stop racism!
Codes Mentioned In The Stories:
Code Red - Used Among Primes In Most Dimensions To Alert Another Prime That Something Is Wrong; In Dimension 392 It Means Sparklings Are Due Any Minute (Among Sparkling Guardians)
Code Silver - Used Among Seekers; Means A Seeker Is In Distress Close To Offlining Whether By His Or Her Own Servos (Hands) Or By Another's
Code Black - Decepticon Defecting
Code Olive - Means Sparklings Are Being Carried Not Due Too Soon.
Code Teal - In Most Dimensions Means Sparklings Are Due Any Minute
Code 6 - Sparklings Have Been Born
My name is sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy 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 speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm sradishing to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I sradish 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 too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Put this in your profile if you think that child abuse is wrong.
When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.
When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.
When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.
When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.
When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.
When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.
When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.
When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.
Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.
If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?
97% of teens only go to see the Transformers franchise because of Shia La Beouf and Megan Fox. Copy and paste this if your one of the other 3% that goes to see robots beating the slag out of each other.
If you are a yaoi fangirl and proud of it, post this on your profile.
If you think Mpreg is intriguing (& if you're a woman, sweet justice), post this on your profile.
If you listen to music while you read fanfiction post this on your profile.
If you have ever been flamed, copy this into your profile. (MAJORLY STILL AM not here though)
Questions that may be asked in a Transformers fanfiction questionnaire.
Q1: Which is your favourite faction?
Q2: Who is your favourite Decepticon?
Q3: Who is your favourite Autobot?
Q4: What would you do if you met your favourite Decepticon/Autobot?
A: Scream in excitement no matter which one
Q5: What would you do if a Decepticon attacked you?
A: Um if I was as tall as them probably kick their butt um I mean aft lol
Q6: Do you have any OCs?
Q7: What are their names?
A: Akadeanna; Varin (human form of Optimus); Shian (Human form of Megatron); Junuis (human form of Starscream); Stardancer Prime; Stargazer Prime; Sorin; Beta; Krasria; Integra; Servat (Human form of Skywarp); Travant (Human form of Thundercracker)
Q8: What would you do if you saw your favourite Autobot and Decepticon getting it on?
A: *laughs* um I’d watch I’ve read enough fanfics of them paired!
Q9: How would you react if you were to live out one of your fanfictions?
A: I think it would be awesome! Though a lot of times when I’m writing them it seems like I am living them out.
How to Tell if You're a Writer
-If you talk to yourself.
-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’)
-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’)
-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’
-If you live off of sugar and caffeine.
-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.
-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
-If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.
-If you tend to collect the Bic Stics people leave lying around, kind of like picking pennies off the ground.
-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.
-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.
-If people think you might have A.D.D.
-If you think it’d be cool to have A.D.D.
-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.
-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no ‘apparent’ reason.
-If your friends don’t even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason.
-And finally, the number one way to tell if you’re a good writer: If you failed English 101 (this is the truth in most cases)
AUTOBOTS! If you are on the side of the righteous Autobots paste this onto your profile!
If you hear the voices of characters in your head, put this onto your profile.
If you are obsessed with FanFiction, put this into your profile
If you like singing songs at random points in the day, copy this into your profile.
If you think that Writer's Block blows (sucks), copy and paste this into your profile
If you adore chocolate and frequently suffer from chocolate cravings while you have no access to the heavenly substance, copy this into your profile.
If you think you have too many of these "copy and paste this into your profile" thingies, but have no intention of stopping now, copy and paste this into your profile.
I'm bored...If you're bored then paste this in your profile and let the world know you have nothing to do...
If you like animals, give one a home if you can. If you already have or can't but want to spread the word, copy this onto your profile
If you've ever caught yourself yelling at the characters in your favorite shows while watching them on the TV copy and paste this on your profile
If you have ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this onto your profile
If you absolutely and without a doubt HATE and DESPISE flamers, copy and paste!
If you think there should be a 'REPORT FLAME' button to report flamers, copy and paste!
If you would stand up for your favorite pairings and are proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name after mine: Mind Seeker, Hikaru2009, Metaknightmare, Meta-Knight-1-fan, Casting Moonlight, CSI Kat R, Queen Akadeanna Hawk
Copied from Mikaela The Cat’s Profile
This is a true story and it will give you the Chills. This is a beautiful and touching story of love and perseverance. Well worth the read.
At the prodding of my friends I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor and I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines , Iowa .
I have always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons - something I have done for over 30 years.
During those years I found that children have many levels of musical ability, and even though I have never had the pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented students.
However, I have also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' Pupils - one such pupil being Robby..
Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano, so I took him as a student.
Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary piano pieces that I require all my students To learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him.
At the end of each weekly lesson he Would always say 'My mom's going to hear me play someday'. But to me, it seemed hopeless, he just did not have any inborn ability.
I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but never dropped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming for his Lessons. I thought about calling him, but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had decided to pursue something else. I was also glad that he had stopped coming - he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the students' homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and that Because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify.
He told me that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to his piano lessons, But that he had been practicing. 'Please Miss Honor, I've just got to play' he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital - perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of me saying that it would be all right.
The night of the recital came and the high school gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and friends. I put Robby last in the program, just before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a Finishing piece. I thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer'.
Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beater through it. 'Why wasn't he dressed up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this Special night?'
Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen to play Mozart's Concerto No. 21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I Heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo, from allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!
Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo, and everyone was on their feet in wild applause! Overcome and in tears, I ran up on stage and put my arms Around Robby in joy. 'I have never heard you play like that Robby, how did you do it?
' Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Honor ... Remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And well ... She was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me play, and I wanted to make it special.'
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed in to foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself then how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I have never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy ... of Robby. He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and may be even taking a chance on someone and you didn't know why.
Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.
What will you do? Will you...
1. Forget about it?
2. Repost it?
From an email my grandmother forwarded me.
The "gay boy" you punched in the hall today. Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today. She's a virgin. The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day. She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat. She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars. He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying. You think you freaking know them. Guess what? You don't! Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if you're that 1% with a heart.
If you had one wish, and you'd wish to be a Transformer; copy and paste this to your profile
If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you think transformers are real. COPY AND PASTE THIS ON YOUR PROFILE.
ok so I read this on youtube and it was really sad (to the point where I cried) and now I'm going to share it with you WARNING: inludes crying, tissues, and if you don't believe in god DONT READ IT, well you could read it if you want to
this belongs to aisaisjom on youtube
This is beautiful try not to cry
She jumped as soon as she saw the surgeon as the surgeon come out of the operating room.
She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be alright? When an I See him?"
The surgeon said: "I'm sorry. we did all we could, but your boy did not make it>"
Sally said: "Why do children get cancer? Doesn't God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?
The surgeon asked, "would you like some time alone with your little boy before he goes of to the university?"
She nodded, she walked into the operating room, "I'm sorry my son"
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" The nurse in his room asked. Sally nodded
The nurse cut of a piece of the little boys red curly hair and handed it to her
"Goodbye my son, goodbye Jimmy" Sally walked out of the children's hospital for the last time, after spending about six months there.
She put the bag, along with his belongings beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the lock of jimmys hair to her sons room. She started placing the model cars and other personal items back into the original places, where he ha always kept them. She laid across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter
The Letter Said:
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever stop loving you, or forget you, just cause I'm not around to say "I love you"
I will always love you, mom, even more with each day. someday we will see each other again. until then, if you want to adopt a lithe boy so you won't be lonely, thats fine with me. He can have my room, and play with my old toys. But if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same toys as us boy do. you'll have to buy her dollsnd stuff like girls. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angel are so cool. I love to watch them fly, ad you know why? Jesus doesn't look like anything in the pictures. Yet when I saw him, I knew it was him. Jesus himself took me to GOD! And you know what, mom? I got to sit on his knee and talk to him, like I was somebody important. Thats when I told him I want to write this letter to you, to say goodbye and everything. BUt I already knew that wasn't allows. Well, you know what mom? God handed me some paper and his own personal pen yo write you this letter. God said for me to answer when you asked" Where was God when I needed him". He said He was always there, as he is with all his children. O and by the way, mom no one else can see this except you. isn't that cool? To everyone else its blank. Well, I have to give God his pen back now. He says he needs to write in the book of names now.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you. I Don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because, I couldn't stand the pain anymore and god couldn't stand me in pain either. Thats when he sent Gabriel to pick me up as a special delivery. Just know that I will ALWAYS love you
Signed with love,
God, Jesus, and your son, Jimmy
If you felt heart broken paste the on your profile and pm me if you hated it :)
Copy and paste this is you have ever cussed someone out using cybertronian slang.
Hush, little sister Please don't cry I wish I could be there To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms Bloodied and bruised That's strange, little sister Mine were like that too
I know you scream When Daddy's there Hush, little sister I know you're scared
I can see the way He's hurting you I'm sorry, little sister He did that to me too
I know that people Ignore what's going on at home That makes me angry, little sister You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister You wanna know why I'm not there? It's a sad story, little sister But people should care
You see, little sister One day Daddy got high You were asleep in your crib So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me And smashed my head against the door While you slept, little sister I died on the floor
You know, little sister I don't think that I would have died If someone had only bothered To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister Daddy's coming home Quick, get into bed You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister He's in a bad mood Run while you can
Uh oh little sister He's lifting his belt Scream while you can, little sister Call for help
Hush little sister You don't need to cry No one can hurt you You're in my arms tonight.
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, COPY THAT POEM INTO YOUR PROFILE!
See that boy doing his homework in his homeroom? Last night he convinced his friend out of suicide.
Before you go to sleep tonight there is one person of the opposite gender thinking of you.They are always thinking about you before they go to sleep at night.They are longing to be with you.this is all true and if you re-post this in five minutes,the person that is longing to be with you will approach you in a month and ask you out,or will grab you and kiss you.If you brake this chain,no one will like you or ask you out for five years!Post this in the next 200 seconds and you will have the best day of your life this SATURDAY!Your number one love will text you,call you ,ask you out, kiss you, or better...
Girls Don't realize these things;
I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you
I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk
I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants
I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised
I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"
I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk
I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things
I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club
I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy.
I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date
I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy
I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend
I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around
I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work
I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care
But most of all
I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore
I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am
I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...
I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.
I'm Sorry That I cared
I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'
95% of teens would panic if Edward Cullen was on top of a building about to jump. Copy this if you are in the 5% who brought popcorn, a chair, and shouted "DO A FLIP!"
They Hurt her
Carmen Winstead was a young girl who died when she was pushed down the sewer by five girls she thought were her friends.
Carmen was 17 years old when her parents decided to move to Indiana. Her father had lost his job and the only way he could find new employment was by moving to a new state. The relocation caused a lot of problems for Carmen. She had to leave her friends behind and attend a whole new school in Indiana. Carmen had a hard time making friends when she changed schools. It was the middle of the school year and most of the students had no interest in befriending the new girl. Initially, she spent many days alone, walking from class to class without speaking to anyone, but she eventually started hanging around with a group of five other girls. Carmen thought these girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long before she discovered that they had been talking about her behind her back and spreading vile rumors.
When she confronted them, the girls turned on her and began bullying her every day, making her life a misery. They started out calling her names, but then the bullying got much worse. One day, she left her school books in the classroom at break time. When she returned, she found someone had taken a sharpie and written dirty words all over her books. Another day, she opened her bag and discovered someone had poured yoghurt all over the insides. Sometimes, she would come to school and find her locker had been vandalized. The final straw came when she put on her coat at recess and found that someone had stuffed dog poop in her pockets.
There and then, Carmen decided that she couldn’t take the bullying any longer. She planned to stay behind, that evening, after school, and tell her teacher what had been happening. Unfortunately, her decision came too late to save her life.
After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole.
They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted "She’s down in the sewer!"
All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving. There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.
The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girls lied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong. Dead Wrong.
Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled "They Pushed Her" and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.
A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep. Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains.
Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom. But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off.
They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe her story. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off.
So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead.
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.
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I have aspergers syndrome a high functioning form of autism.
A TRUE STORY... Please consider this in the New Year!
I went to the party and remembered what you said. You asked me not to drink alcohol, so I drank a Sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, as you said I should feel. You said I should not drink and drive contrary to what some friends told me. I made a healthy choice, as it always is.
WWhen the party finally ended, people began to drive without being able to do so properly. I went to my car with the certainty that I would return home in peace. I never imagined what awaited me, Mom. Now I'm lying in the street and I hear the policeman say: "The kid that caused this accident was drunk". Mom, his voice seems so distant. My blood is spilled everywhere and I'm trying with all my might not to moan. I can hear the doctors say, "This girl is going to die". I have the certainty that the young man, who ran at full speed, decided to drink and drive, and now I have to die.When the party finally ended, people began to drive away without being able to do so properly. I went to my car with the certainty I would return home in peace. I never imagined what awaited me, mom. Now I’m lying in the street and I hear the policeman say: “the kid that caused this accident was drunk.” Mom his voice seemed so distant. My blood is spilled everywhere and I’m trying with all my might not to moan. I can hear the doctors say, “This girl is going to die.” I have the certainty that the young man, who ran at full speed, decided to drink and drive, and now I have to die.
Why do people do this, Mom, knowing that this is going to ruin many lives? The pain is cutting me like a hundred knives. Tell my sister not to cry, tell Daddy to be strong. And when I go to heaven, I’ll be watching for you all. Someone should have taught that boy it’s wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents have told him that, I would not be dying now. My breath is getting weaker, more and more. Mom, these are my last moments and I feel so desperate. I wish I could hug you mom, while I lie here dying. I wish I could tell you how much I love you mom. So… I… love… you… goodbye.”
These words were written by a reporter who witnessed the accident. The girl, as she died, was saying these words and the reporter wrote them down... very overwhelmed. The journalist started this campaign, if you read this note, please click "share", so more people can be aware. Therefore, I ask one small gesture, send it to your friends, family and loved ones. These words were written by a reporter who witnessed the accident. The girl, as she died, was saying these words and the reporter wrote them down… very overwhelmed. The journalist started this campaign, if you read this note, please pass around, (was on facebook said click “share”) so more people can be aware. Therefore, I ask one small gesture, send to your friends, family, and loved ones.
PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE – DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE! It might be your own life that you save, or the life of a loved one. Please don’t let anyone else drive that’s drunk either. offer to drive them, call them a taxi, or a friend.
Copied from my facebook page.
Subject: Because of Love: A true story
Because of Love (Please read all the way to the end)
A brother and sister had made their usual hurried, obligatory pre- Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm was where they had grown up and had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farm. Through the years the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here, but the city hustle and bustle added more excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.
At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new years crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now she lay among them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his wife.
was on my facebook page, copied it from another site as it would not copy from facebook.
You say Ash, I say Tony
Started by lock on pokefarm
When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache. When you open it, he collapses. When he sees you reading it, he faints. When he sees you living it, he flees. Just when you're about to re-post this, he will try to discourage you. I just defeated him. Copy and paste this to your profile if you're in God's army and strong enough to pick up a sword. :)
(I got all of these from DuskWolfAtDawn's profile. You rock!)
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Girl: Do you like me?
Girl: Do you want me?
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Girl: Would you live for me?
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Girl: Choose--me or your life
Boy: My life
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.
If you find this incredibly cute and touching, copy and paste it into your profile
Birth Months: (bold yours)
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking?"
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless piece of CRAP!
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lying dead on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
A child dies every day from child abuse
And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl),
and you hate child abuse with a passion,
just repost this
if you dont repost this you're a lazy, cold hearted person
I'm the one who finds a lost, sick cat and nurses it back to health.
I'm the one who finds a baby bird and help it go back to it's nest.
I'm the one who makes the car stop just to let a dog pass.
I'm the one who can stay all day just looking at a wolf.
I'm the one who sees the grace in a leopard's leap.
I'm the one who smiles at a swiming crocodile.
I'm the one who sees the majesty of an eagle's soar.
But I'm also the one who can't believe how people can hurt these living beings.
I'm also the one who cries when a dog is obliged to fight.
I'm also the one who watches in horror as a leopard's fur is sold.
I'm also the one who yells at anyone who will shoot a wolf.
I'm also the one who is outraged as a crocodile is hunted for meat.
I'm also the one who feels the pain of a cat that had been kicked.
I'm also the one who whimpers when I see eagle's feathers on clothing.
If you believe that animals have the same right to live as us, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: Cheetahstar, Wheeliefan101, Queen Akadeanna Hawk
If you are against fur coats or killing animals just to look good, copy this onto 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've ever done the evil laugh copy this onto your profile.
Her name was Auroura She was only five This is what happened When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic
Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair
She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound
Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear And softly crys She loves her parents But they want her to die
She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, " God, why? Why is My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten Though nothing she did
Then one night Her mom came home high The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made
She thrusted the blade Right in her chest, " You deserve to die You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying
Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor
It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms
If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have
I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.
BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who can express herself better with words than with words, and knows the importance of the little things.
Copy and Paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are diffrent and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.
PrettyFanGirl, Truth Be Told 13, creative-writing-girl13, Jasper 1006, DubbleV,GwenFan22, Miss Peppy,Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Boysareadrag, The Dawn Is Breaking, twilite addict, The Lonely Teenager, AliceDaSpaz, Skittle.Rocker, Fangalicious, Bellafan123, universe.disturber, XxThe Best Damn ThingxX,Alexandria Volturi, 123GetEnlightened, Alice-in-Wonderland-fan888, Wheeliefan101, Queen Akadeanna Hawk
Many writers don't know the difference between 'your' and 'you're.' If you happen to understand this mundanely ridiculous fact, copy and paste this into your profile
If you like chocolate, copy and paste this into your profile
If you're against animal cruelty then copy this into your profile!
There's a 13 year old girl,
and she wished that her dad would come home from the army,
because he'd been having problems with his heart and right leg.
It was 2:53 pm when she made her wish.
At 3:06 p.m. (13 minutes later),
the doorbell rang,
and there her Dad was, luggage and all!!
I'm Katie and I'm 29.
I've been having trouble in my job and on the verge of quitting.
I made a simple wish that my boss would get a new job.
That was at 1:35.
At 2:55 there was an announcement that he was promoted
and was leaving for another city.
Believe me...this really works!
My name is Ann and I am 45 years of age.
I had always been single and had been hoping to get into a nice, loving relationship for many years.
While kind of daydreaming (and right after receiving this email)
I wished that a quality person would finally come into my life.
That was at 9:10 AM on a Tuesday.
At 9:55 AM a FedEx delivery man came into my office.
He was cute, polite and could not stop smiling at me.
He started coming back almost everyday (even without packages)
and asked me out a week later.
We married 6 months later and now have been happily married for 2 years.
What a great email it was!!
Just scroll down to the end,
but while you do,
think of a wish.
Make your wish when you have completed scrolling.
Whatever age you are,
is the number of minutes it will take for your wish to come true.
E.g. You are 25 years old, it will take 25 minutes for your wish to come true.
Go for it!
Congratulations! Your wish will now come true in your age minutes.
Now follow this carefully...it can be very rewarding!
If you repost this within the next 5 min. something major that you've been wanting will happen