Author has written 5 stories for Transformers/Beast Wars, Hetalia - Axis Powers, Soul Eater, and Criminal Minds.
Nationality: Puerto Rican and Ecuadorian
Favorite Colors: Yellow and Black
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up 4 him he will stand up for you.
The Relationship Status of a Fangirl
"The LORD bless you and keep you;
"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...
"I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is."
By An Unknown Author
I am I your puppet?A toy?A thing that you can play with!
You who have abused me and all i wanted to do was please you?
well NO MORE!
I will cut the string of an infinity of abuse
you the abuser
Will be no more!
Post this if you were abused and were freed and for people who are still being abused find the strength in this to overcome your abuser
I am trapped -trapped-
in the strings of the world
The masters make you think,feel,
and be the way they see the world.
It is as if you are a marionette and they become your soul...
Now I know the truth of these masters...NO MONSTERS
but it is to late i have become
one of the millions of
puppets they have made.
My thoughts are not my own.
My body is not my own.NOT EVEN MY LOVE OS MY OWN MY LOVE IS MY OWN!...
I have become what i hate most ...
A PUPPET of their own making
so now I let the strings
of the master consume me
Post this if you think staying quiet is wrong you need to speak and make yourself heard before its too late
A snowflake falls upon my cheek like a makeshift tear for my hidden silent sadness.
The snow that falls around me become a white room of an insane asylum.
The snowflakes that fall seem too scream out the madness in me.
I soon fell a sharp pain in my cheats from a bullet.
Finally -finally- the screams,the hidden tears,the madness inside me is over.
Now I finally fall into the blood red snow as a snowflake falls upon my cheek like a makeshift tear for my hidden silent sadness.
Post this if you think Suicide is wrong We need to be there before they fall
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
Does my sassiness upset you?
Just like moons and like suns,
Did you want to see me broken?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
You may shoot me with your words,
Does my sexiness upset you?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Post this if you have fallen and hit rock bottom I hope and pray you find courage to rise and stand another day
To Remember The Fallen
to remember the fallen
to remember the fallen
to remember the fallen
to remember the fallen
to remember the fallen
Post this to remember any deceased love one and for your fallen soldiers my prayers are with your families
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
This bothered me because I noticed
So I said to the Lord,
The Lord replied,
Post this if you ever fallen down and felt The Lord carry you during your most trying times
I'm young, so I must be naive.
I'm not like everyone else, so I must be a loser.
I'm Black, so I must believe Jesus wuz' a brotha.
I'm Christain, so I must hate homosexuals.
I'm a girl who actually eats lunch, so I must be fat.
I'm single, so I must be ugly.
I'm a female gamer, so I must be ugly or crazy.
I'm a virgin, so I must be a prude.
I wear black, so I must be a goth or emo.
I'm religious, so I must shove my beliefs down your throat.
I speak my mind, so I must be a bitch.
I'm Black, so I must carry a gun.
I'm skinny, so I must be anorexic.
I wear what I want, so I must be a poser.
Re-post this if you believe in legalizing gay marriage
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 didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person 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. For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile.
TRANSFORMERS COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO YOUR PROFILE!!
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WARNING!! 30 SIGNS OF A RABID TRANSFORMERS FANGIRL!!
1. Can recite the entire movies from memory.
2. Can tell you what Decepticon and Autobot is fastest, toughest and smartest and can give you exact specs.
3. Always has tabs on the best Decepticon and Autobot fanfiction, wallpaper and apparel.
4. Gets into accidents on the off chance Ratchet might pick her up.
5. Whenever she leaves home yells ROLL OUT!!
6. Will stare out their car window as a Camaro, Peterbuilt Semi, Pontiac Solstice, GMC Topkick, or Hummer drives by.
7. Dreams transformer pairings.
8. Wishes that her phone was an Autobot and would name it after a fallen Autobot.
9. Has used mvie quotes to finish her sentences.
10. Cusses like Ironhide, Ratchet, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Rumble, or Frenzy.
11. Makes references to Transformers in every school subject.
12. Wishes that Wheeljack could help blow up some certain people.
13. Immediately snaps awake from sleep when someone says something about Transformers.
14. Sings the Transformers theme in the shower, on the way to school, and on the way home.
15. Gives her friends labels as some of the Decepticons.
16. Gives her enemies labels as some of the Autobots.
17. Wishes she could use a double plasma cannon on her sister. (I'm gonna have to ask Hide about that one...
18. Has posters of her favorite Transformers.
19. Reads wayyyyyyyyyyyy too many fan-fictions about these guys.
20. Has her username having to deal with Transformers.
21. Listens to a song and then immediately thinks of a Transformer.
22. Pairs the TFs with other TFs because it's fun.
23. Squeals at the sight of a Police car and thinks of Prowl and Barricade.
24. acts and pretends to be a transformer constantly.
25. When she sees 2 or 3 jets automatically knows it's the Sexy Seekers and screams, 'OH MY PRIMUS! IT'S STARSCREAM, THUNDERCRACKER, AND SKYWARPP!!'
26. Will do anything to get her hands on G1 models.
27. Screams out the names of random transformers.
28. Can't help but cosplay as them constantly.
29. Talk to electronic devices, saying that they are Autobots or Decepticons.
30. Thinks every electronic device she owns is a Transformer...
TRANSFORMERS! IF YOU LIKE TRANSFORMERS COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO YOUR PROFILE!!
AUTOBOTS! If you are on the side of the righteous Autobots paste this onto your profile!
If you have a little bit of Decepticon in you, paste this onto your profile!(only when i'm angry and tired,had too much sugar/soda,REALLY moody and sore/aching/hurting)
You know you are obsessed with Transformers when…..
-You hug every yellow vehicle thinking its bumblebee.
-You cannot look at a boombox the same anymore.
-You get an Autobot tattoo..
-You claim that the train you took last year was Astrotrain.
-You name your other green Jeep Brawn.
-You go to a museum on natural history and call the dinosaurs by dinobot names.
-You claim the oil crisis is caused by Megatron wanting Energon.
-You also build a model of the Nemesis.
-You take to the shooting range to learn how to shoot moving targets. That way you can shoot down Decepticon Seekers.
97 of teens only see the Transformers franchise because of Shia La Beouf or Megan Fox. Copy and paste this into your signature if you're the other 3 that goes to see things explode and robots beating the slag outta each other!
I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no way Paper can beat Rock. Is Paper supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? If so, why can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that crap up in two seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my ready made fist and say, oh, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile, and add your name to this list: danyan, Zutara Lover, Black'n'red'Butterfly, Enrica, PurpleBunniesWillRuleTheWorld, Roxxi-and-Ali, IsabellaMarieSwan123, Paper Hearts and Paper Cuts, Vampiregal22,Edward-Lover1, SPOONS Secret Agent Alice, Golden Eyed Vampire, Twilight-is-Lovee, emmettsmyfave, Britt-Toe Doc, Princess Skye,Transformer-obsessed
Copy and paste Bunny to your profile to help him achieve world domination!
On the other hand, this is Kitty.
Kitty is Bunny's nemesis. Or evil accomplice. Nobody really knows.
Either way, copy and paste Kitty as well, or Bunny will get lonely!
Put This In Your Profile If You're Still 5 Inside...No Matter How Old You Are Now!!
Why ...do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.
Why ...do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.
Why ...do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.
Why ...do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.
Why . ...do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.
You know what Mommy
You went to the doctor today.
I can hear that doctor again.
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
If you're against abortion, re-post this
Put this in your profile if you hate child abuse.
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 starting 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 start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much 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,
IF THIS MADE YOU GASP POST IT DON'T LET A CHILD'S SILENT CRY GO UNNOTICED
A girl and a guy
Guy:No, this is fun.
Girl:No it's not,
Then he had her put his
If you would do the
Stuff I love(Or found just amazingly awesome):
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A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
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 afterall, 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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
I Love my Dad:
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You
And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
25 Reasons to Thank my Mother:
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
7. My mother taught t me IRONY.
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
19. My mother taught me ESP.
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
25. And my favourite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
Who calls you beautiful instead of HOT.
Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
Who will stay awake just to see you sleep.
The boy who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world.
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Who thinks you're just as pretty without make-up on.
The one who is constantly reminding you of HOW MUCH HE CARES ABOUT YOU and how lucky he is to have you.
Copy and paste this to your profile if...
You believe that you deserve a guy like this.
You believe that there is a perfect for you out there.
You believe in True love.
A girl that has before marrige can get a STD during her 1st sexual experience.
If you are against before marrige, copy and paste this to your profile.
30 percent of kids go to college. The other 70 either drop-out or don't have the proper skills to. If you're on of the 30 percent that you know you're going to go to college, copy and paste this into your profile.
Some examples of why the human race has probably evolved as far as possible. These are actual instruction labels on consumer goods...
On Sears hairdryer:
On a bag of Fritos:
On a bar of Dial soap:
On some Swann frozen dinners:
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box)
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
On packaging for a Rowenta iron:
On Boot's Children's cough medicine:
On Nytol sleep aid:
On a Korean kitchen knife:
On a string of Christmas lights:
On a food processor:
On Sainsbury's peanuts:
On an Amerian Airlines packet of nuts:
On a Swedish chainsaw:
On a child's Superman costume:
Being mature is overrated.
ht it was soooooooooo me!
I am The Girl
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.
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.
I happen to be one of those people...
I am one of the girls who will laugh when Aeropostale and other prep stores go out of business...
I am one of the girls who love going into Hot Topic and finding clothes that my best friend wouldn't wear.
I am one of the girls who will read books over and over again until the pages are ripped out or even puffed up.
I am one of the girls who laughed when Tony and McGee began singing the Boondocks theme. (It was pretty funny)
I am one of the girls who tend to obsess over things that don't even make sense to the people around me.
I am one of the girls who stare in one direction and can talk to the person next to them.
I am one of the girls who have no trouble talking to a guy about guns or cars.
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
Put this on your page
Put that if you would use these quotes to your most loved.
The Hetalia Character Your Most Like
North Italy (Vargas Feliciano)
(x) You were bullied a lot in your childhood
(x)You can be clumsy
(7/10) for North Italy)
South Italy (Lovino/Romano Vargas)
() You love tomatoes
(2/10) for South Italy)
() You're very stoic and serious
(4/10) for Germany)
Japan (Kiku Honda)
() You're very mature
(3/10) for Japan) Wow, a lot more than I thought...
The United States of America (Alfred F. Jones)
(x) You love hamburgers
(10/10) for America) AMERICA FORVER!!!!!!!!
The United Kingdom of England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland (Arthur Kirkland)
() You like tea (Bleh...)
(1/10) for UK) Wow...that's...just...sad
France (Francis Bonnefoy)
() You're very affectionate
(0/10) for France)In a way I'm very happy I'm NOT LIKE HIM AT ALL
Russia (Ivan Braginski)
() You had a very sad childhood.
(3/10) for Russia)
Canada (Matthew Williams)
() You're often ignored by people
(2/10) for Canada)
Prussia (Gilbert Beillschmidt)
() You're quite mean-spirited
(3/10) for Prussia)
China (Wang Yao)
] You're very mature
Austria (Roderich Edelstein)
] You are very well-raised
Hungary (Erszebet Hédeváry)
[ ] You smoke
Lithuania (Toris Lorinaitis)
[x] You're very loyal
Poland (Feliks Lukasiewicz)
] You're very flamboyant
I'm most like AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH X3