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Author has written 8 stories for Tokyo Mew Mew, and Shugo Chara!.
HI! I hope you enjoy the stuff I post! Call me Mew Vanilla, though it's obviously not my real name lol. I like to write about TMM, I'm starting to take an interest in Pretty Cure, Warriors, and just random things I think up that have nothing to do with anything! I have a dA account, but I don't have any art up. (yet!) Although I do have a few groups up on there! If you're interested, my dA account is jayxbriar4ever. I will write on here when I post a new chapter of something or a oneshot. So, a little bit about me!
Haircolor: Blonde (NO JOKES!!!!)
Eye Color: Gray/Blue
Fave Color: Blue, Green, Purple
What I Write About: Heartbreak, Tokyo Mew Mew, Warriors, Pretty Cure (Later)
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You say vampires, I say MEW MEWS!
You say Stephenie Meyer, I say MIA IKUMI!
You say Bella and Edward, I say ICHIGO AND KISH (no masaya!)!
You say Team Edward, I say TEAM KISSHU!
You say Bella, I say ICHIGO!
You say Jacob, I say RYOU
You say Forks, I say TOKYO!
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You say vampires, I say SHUGO CHARA!
You say Stephenie Meyer, I say PEACH PIT!
You say bella and Edward, I say AMU AND IKUTO!
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You say Bella, I say AMU!
You say Jacob, I say KAIRI!
You say Forks, I say TOKYO!
BEAT THAT TWILIGHT FANS!
You say vampires, I say SHINIGAMI!
You say Stephenie Meyer, I say ARINA TANEMURA!
You say Bella and Edward, I say MITSUKI AND TAKUTO!
You say Team Edward, I say TEAM TAKUTO!
You say Bella, I say MITSUKI!
You say Jacob, I say EICHI!
You say Forks, I say TOKYO!
BEAT THAT TWILIGH FANS!
I am the girl...that doesn't go to school dances, and when I do, 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 or writing or doing other activities that other teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on Myspace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regulay phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year...or ever. 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 compliement) who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one has the time to do anymore, who can express herself better with words, and knows the impertance of the little things.
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-Prettyfangirl, Truth Be Told 13, Defiience, torchwoodfanx3, Secret Memory, Faith, Sam, Witchy Rain Girl, Danforth's child, DeadPoet0712, Mam'zellecombeferre, O'Labrintho, ElizabethSnow17, Mindcaster15, The Hunter of Artemis, KoreanGal5, SilverFox37, xAliePiex, Butterfly Ninja 14, fangirlgonesupernova, Nilla Mew Mew, Peace love and Tokyo Mew Mew, MewVanilla567
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's 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, re-post this
REPOST IT OR ELSE!
My name is Molly
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 Molly And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.
child abuse, MAKE IT STOP
TRY NOT TO CRY:
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.''
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
12. Deep Blue
1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
He's cute, but not in a BF way. :)
3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
I would find that impossible and gross beyond measure
4. Can you recall any fics about Nine?
Yep! Alot of Shipping pairings with hmm, Nine/Ten and the like. OH! Amd Nine/One.
5. Would Two and Six make a good couple?
LORD, SAVE ME FROM THE HORRORS OF THIS OUTRAGEOUS NONSENSE!!!
6. Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Five/Ten because now that I think of it that would be UBER cute!
7. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve kissing?
Quietly walks away. When gone screams* WHAT IS THIS COMING TO???
9. Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
I would die before I read any.
10. Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
'We'll Be Back, With a Vengenance'
11. Does anyone on your friends list consider Three hot?
I hope not!
12. Do any of your friends write or draw Eleven?
ARE YOU KIDDING? We STARTED The Aoyama-Haters-Club!
13. Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
Hmm, I can see the two and the four, but five would be kinda awkward.
14. If you wrote a Song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?
'Take A Hint' By Victoria Justice. Ichigo would be singing that to him.
15. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
May scar EVERY TMM FAN for life.
16. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Never, at least not yet.
17. "Kisshu(1) and Pai(7) are in a happy relationship until Pai(7) dumps Kisshu(1) for Mint(9) . Kisshu(1), brokenhearted, goes on one date with Aoyama(11), has an unhappy breakup with Deep Blue(12), then follows the wise advice of Lettuce(5) and finds true love with Ichigo(3).
Holy mother of Pete. That's messed up.
18. What title would you give this fic?
I can't think of anything wrong enough to describe this.
WHY DO BOYS FALL IN LOVE WITH GIRLS??
So sweet, please don't break! :)
1. They will always smell good even if it's just shampoo.
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.
3. How cute they look when they sleep.
4. The ease in which they fit into our arms .
5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.
6. How cute they are when they eat.
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.
8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.
9. The way they look good no matter what they wear.
10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on this earth.
11. How cute they are when they argue.
12. The way her hand always finds yours.
13. The way they smile.
14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight.
15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later...
16. The way that they kiss after you have had a fight.
17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you".
18. Actually...Just the way they kiss you...
19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt (even though we don't admit it).
23. The way they say "I miss you".
24. The way you miss them.
25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...
Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
This chain started in 2002.
It is a love chain letter.
In an hour you are supposed to repost this.
Now here comes the fun part.
You then say the name of the person you like or love and then the person will say "I love you," or "Will you go out with me?" NO JOKE!!
NOW THE CONSEQUENCES!!
The consequences are:
If you break the chain letter, you will have bad luck in future relationships.
If you don't break the chain, then you will be a happy camper!!
You have been chosen to participate in the LONGEST and the LUCKIEST chain letter on the internet.
Once you read this letter, you must IMMEDIATELY (meaning within the hour) post it with the title "why do boys fall in love with girls?" After you send it, make a wish and it will come TRUE
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. ex.you are 25 years old, it will take 25 minutes for your wish to come true).
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