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Hi! I'm Lyena! I am not a writer on Fanfiction (just 'cause I can never write anything GOOD to save my life) but I like to read the stories~!
I'm kinda addicted to this site. Heh... well, I don't know, everyone else just inspires me!
Oh, yeah, I'm a girl, and proud of that fact. I love my friends because they are epic and the ones that introduced me to...
Oh, yes, I love KH... And I enjoy Fics in the Harry Potter, Maximum Ride, and various other fandoms that I feel like reading depending on the day...
I love yaoi, yuri, and het... oh, fine, I love everything, but I'd have to say that yaoi is my favorite.
And I think that's it~
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 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.
I am the one that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the teen who lost all his friends because I told them the truth.
We are the couple who can't get the tax benefits of companionship because we are both the same gender.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret, because I won't risk losing my family and friends.
I am the sibling that gets called a fag just because my brother isn't ashamed of who he is.
I am the girl that was assaulted behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a "real woman".
I am the Christian who is discriminated against because many of my faith are not as accepting.
I am the guy down the street that can't get a disability pension because my partner is a male.
I am the man that is afraid of losing his job for expressing his true identity.
I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.
I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the world who I am, but I'm too scared.
I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts won't let me because she lives with another woman.
I am the Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of homes because they were honest with their families.
I am the religious leader that was excommunicated because I said that God loves everyone, regardless of their sexual preference.
I am the woman who suffers domestic violence because I was pushed into a marriage to a man by my church to cure my homosexuality.
I am the girl who struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.
I am the football player scared to come out because I might lose my contract.
I am the Christian that can't find a pastor to marry me to my soul mate, who is the same gender as I, in the eyes of God.
I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family won't let me because I would look like a dyke.
I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one because it was "gay".
I am the adolescant ashamed to tell my own friends I am a homosexual because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year because I told my teachers that I was homosexual. One said I was going to hell; the other wanted to cure me.
We are the parents who buried out daughter long before her time just because she was "different".
I am the daughter, the girl you raised and loved. Now you won't talk to me because I shattered your dreams of ever having grandchildren and you are afraid of telling your friends for shame.
I am the one who can't face her own mother because she knows deep down, she disapproves.
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.
I am the person that cannot be myself for fear of what others will think of me.
I am the person who wants to be treated like a human being instead of an animal.
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 wanted to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the child I bore, nursed, and raised. The court said I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grew 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 girl who believes God killed my uncle because the day before I started dating my first girlfriend.
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.
We are the couple who can never hold hands in public because of the disgusted glares that follow us.
I am the best friend, the same person you grew up with and told your secrets to, the person you don't talk to anymore because my partner is a woman.
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 one who was not allowed to attend church because my "sin" would taint the other members.
I am the teenager who gets kicked off an all-girls swim team because I told one of the coaches about my girlfriend.
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 one who was shot and killed in a place I thought safe because of my preferences.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
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 is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the girl who is always crying herself to sleep at night because I am afraid of my mother finding out just exactly who I love with all my heart.
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Number your 12 favorite KH characters (in no particular order!) and Answer the questions!!!!
1) Have you ever read a six/eleven fanfic before?
Zexion/Xaldin? I don't think Xaldin is in much... but, um, no.
2) Do you think four is hot?
Roxas? *thinks* Sure. Why not? He's cute. Very cute. But hot? I'm not sure.
3) What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
Xemnas got Xion pregnant?????? The world is ending or Xion did very, VERY badly on a mission...
4) Do you recall any fics about nine?
No. No, not really, at all. He was in the background in one story, but... no.
5) Would two and six make a good couple?
Axel and Zexion? It could work... but I can't quite reach the point of saying yes.
6) Make up a summary of a three/ten fic.
Oh, man, Sora/Marluxia????? Do I... *sigh* "Marluxia has decided that just erasing our hero's memory wasn't bad enough, he needs to teach Sora never to mess with Organization 13, and more specifically, him... WARNINGS! Rape, torture, bondage...
7) Is there such a thing as one/eight fluff?
>>" Demyx/Xion? Not really... man, these are all crack pairings...
8) Would anyone on your friends list write two/four/five?
I don't have anyone on my friends list. And if I did, my friend would just about die if she wrote Axel/Roxas/Riku. She hates AkuRoku, loves Riku/Xion... Oh, man, she'd keel over!
9) If you wrote a one/six/twelve fic, what would the warning be?
Demyx/Zexion/Xemnas? WARNING! Yaoi! Author was high on sugar and horny! Bondage, torture most likely, and, um... DON'T READ IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!!!
10) What might be a good pickup line for ten to use on two?
Axel and Marly hate each other. Marluxia: "Hey, you retard! Come help me spread seeds!" XD lame...
11) Cuter couple: five/nine or ten/twelve?
Riku/DiZ or Marluxia/Xemnas?
Oh, man, kill me now. Marly/Xemnas, I can't pervert Riku like that...
12) What would six say if they caught three and eight kissing?
Zexion caught Sora and Xion kissing... "Making out with yourself seems pointless, Fourteen..."
13) How would you feel if eleven died?
I would feel nothing. Maybe happy. Xaldin's just ugly and I really don't care for him...
14) Which pairing is more disturbing - one/four or one/seven?
Demyx/Roxas or Demyx/Xigbar
Aw, drat, I've read both... Demyx/Xigbar. It disturbs me more.
15) Would eight ever want to kill five?
Huh. Would Xion ever want to kill Riku... Nah, they're either in love or really good friends. Darn, why didn't I put Roxas as five? That would be so clever...
16) Would four or nine be sad if twelve got run over by a car?
Roxas or DiZ be sad if Xemnas got run over by a car... I gotta say no. DiZ would be thrilled, and Roxas would be like "Peh. I can leave now?"
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. 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 boyfriend on a cell phone 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 actions, who doesn't need a boy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and, if you are anything like me, so the girls, and guys who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone.
Did you know that... Kissing is healthy. Bananas are good for period pain. It's good to cry. Chicken soup actually makes you feel better. 94 percent of boys would love it if you sent them flowers. Lying is actually unhealthy. You really only need to apply mascara to your top lashes. It's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you. 89 percent of guys want YOU to make the first move. It's impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed. Chocolate will make you feel better. Most boys think it's cute when you say the wrong thing. A good friend never judges. Boys aren't worth your tears. We all love surprises. Now, make a wish. Copy and Paste this into your profile in the next 15 minutes and your wish will be granted.
1) put your iPod on shuffle
2) press the next button for every question
Opening Credits: It Won't be Like This for Long, Darius Rucker
Birth: Here She Comes, Dierks Bently
First Day at School: Fighting Words, Trace Adkins
First Kiss: Someday When I Stop Loving You, Carrie Underwood
Falling in Love: Bless the Broken Road, Rascal Flatts
Fight Song: Songs Like This, Carrie Underwood
Breaking Up: Home is Where the Heart Is, Lady Antebellum
Prom: Outside My Window, Sarah Buxton
Life: Everybody's Here, Brad Paisley (YIKES! I'm gonna have a rough life, huh?)
Mental Breakdown: Cold as You, Taylor Swift
Driving: Then, Brad Paisley (Um, okay...)
Flashback: You Hold Me Together, Dierks Bently
Wedding: The Night Before (Life Goes On), Carrie Underwood (Great...)
Birth of a Child: Me and My Gang, Rascal Flatts (Help. Me.)
Final Battle: Don't Think I Don't Think About It, Darius Rucker
Death Scene: Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk, Trace Adkins (Oh, man...)
Funeral: Undo It, Carrie Underwood
End Credits: Whenever You Remember, Carrie Underwood