Becauseeeee....Today.is.my...BIRTHDAY! my 18'th B-day DURHURR

Oh my god, i've been here for like, what, about 5 years now. And well, I've learned quite a lot in that time. I have seen numerous fandoms rise and fall, I have seen various and wonderful comics and animations, tried out (and failed, although) for OCT's (and even saw the famous 'Endzone' as a firsthand audience), and learned what the internet is for, haha.

But at moments like these where change is forced upon you, it can really make someone think. I joined dA when i was only 13 years old, the minimum age requirement that a youngster can legally register. But the moment after creating my user-page, i wrote something underneath the default avatar, something i though would suit me for my younger mind

"A Fan-Girl of many things"

In the back of my head, there was the occasional choice of changing that to something more wiser and fully-formed. But whenever if it was laziness or lack of inspiration, i never did change that saying. But now, i think that my 13-year-old self must have been smarter that what i give her credit for. For in my heart, i believe that phrase still rings true to me.

But to hell with it, I'm still the crazy idiot with the strange (and even questionable) interests, without the ability to create Mary-sues. So I'm gonna eat my cake, jump on the bed, and not give a rats ass.

I now ask you to excuse me as i browse dA with the Mature filter set to OFF, oh fuck yes.

I only want to shorten the journal page again, no worries

But on a unrelated note, I'm still auditioning for SoA, I'm just trying to adjust to college life.

...Okay, the title was a bit of an exaggeration, but this journal,(unlike an infamous cake,) is not a lie. I will now explain the rules...

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1) If you are one of the first 15 people to comment on this journal entry, I will add you to the list!

2) For each of the 15 first people answering this journal I will put his/her avatar and the three deviations I like most from his/her gallery.

3) If you answer, you'll have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place, completing this way the list with 15 people. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone!
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And since I'm continuing this chain journal from , she gets to go first. Huzza!


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[link] - Based off a very strange dream, this fan-fiction piece made me unsure whenever to LOL (in a good way) or to be slightly disturbed. WARNING: To anyone squeamish about fan fiction, robots, or the sheer SHENANIGANS that occur in dreams, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

[link] - To the part of me that LOVES gore and carnage, this Silent hill themed story doesn't leave much to disappoint.

[link] - She actually posted this very recently. Some hinted slash, but nothing too bad. Honestly, i liked it for all the hiccups. *hic**hic**hic*

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Shorten my journal page. yes, that's is all

also...

Please, repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, sexual preference, or gender. Feel free to add your own story to the end.

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 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 a lesbian.

I am the one 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 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 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 woman who died when the EMTs 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 a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the who isn't sure what she is. I am the who is rejected by her "best friends" because of a less-than-conventional crush.

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."

This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of brutality . Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. MURDERED BECAUSE HE WAS GAY!!!

IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS
AS "HOMOPHOBIA."

IF YOU ARE IGNORANT... IGNORE

Please, repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, sexual preference, or gender!!


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I usually don't do this sort of thing. But after reading it on another journal entry, i felt that the message had to be spread.

Please enjoy the rest of your day.