Author has written 3 stories for Inuyasha, Xiaolin Showdown, and Rise of the Guardians.
Hello there. I am fluffyinmypocket.
Age: None of your f-ing bussiness (but I am legal in all countries)
Motto: Just because I'm crazy doesn't mean I don't know they're watching me!
Not much to know about me...so I won't share.
Have a few stories going. Have fun reading what I got!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
Reasons For Any Girl To Join The Dark Side
1. They have cookies
2. Kira is a bad guy
3. The good guy seems to become obsessed over their villain
4. You’ll have a good guy on your tail any day you, using your brain and not your looks for once (for the most part), think up a plan
5. Cool “evil” theme music
6. You wouldn’t need to hide your tantrums that happen once a month, since it’s normal to want to kill someone for chocolate at least once a month on the Dark Side
7. There has to be one reason others have called you a psychotic bitch; coming to the Dark Side means you'll just fit in better
8. Sexy costumes
9. Johnny Depp usually plays an evil (or strongly misunderstood character) in movies, and you’d be on his side
10. Obsessing over someone will be completely understandable and accepted when you’re on the Dark Side, encouraged even
We interrupt this profile for an important message to one who has passed on. He will be remembered dearly.
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A moment of silence.
“I had a moment of splendor. It was splendory, there was stuff.” -Jacob Lewis
“Here comes ‘Medieval emo kid’ with his dead bird in a box!” -Jacob Lewis
"You guys were saying that I looked naked...so I was telling you that I was going to wear pants." -Emmett Casey
"Sometimes I wonder if you wil ever make sense...then I remember that I just don't care!" -Me
"I remember that one day, when we were in a car tooling along at top speed, we crashed into a cyclist, an apparently very young and very pretty girl. Her head was almost totally ripped off by the wheels. For a long time, we were parked a few yards beyond without getting out, fully absorbed in the sight of the corpse. The horror and despair at so much bloody flesh, nauseating in part, and in part very beautiful, was fairly equivalent to our usual impression upon seeing one another." -Bataille