Hello, my lovelies! I would be pleased if you read my shtuffumz.

SHTUFFUMZ - n. stuff, random people, places or things.

I do appreciate reviews. Long rambly reviews will always make my day, but I'd prefer you leave a little "This was nice" rather than not review at all. I like knowing what people think. When I don't know what you think and something gets zero reviews I'll assume it sucks and no one has the heart to tell me and that'll compell me to eventually delete it unless I have some sort of emotional attachment to it and lalalala you get what I mean. lol. And I thought you might care to know that every time you fave without reviewing, a puppy is nailed to a wall. Okay? :D Okay.

In short, REVIEW ME PLEASE I NEVER GET REVIEWS AND IT MAKES ME SAD SO SAY SOMETHING I PROMISE IT WILL MAKE ME HAPPY

In case you wanted to know where else you can find me ('cause I'm so popular right), I'm on Twitter, DeviantART, and Tumblr. All under the title ShinkisRule. I don't tweet as much as I used to just because I don't have time to scroll through my timeline more than anything else. :P I've got a good number of paintings and edits on dA. But Tumblr is where you are guaranteed to be assaulted with my weirdness. Seriously, follow at your own risk because I am crazy. But if you're crazy too that's cool :D LET'S BE BEST FRIENDS YES.

Because this is a place where it's not obvious since we're all about originality and junk here, these be my fandoms:

Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (particularly Giles and Anthony Head but we won't go into that now), the Hunger Games, Newsies (who sits in her room alone and listens to Santa Fe eating ice cream and crying? That's right, meeee), Phantom of the Opera, Transformers, Evanescence, Invader Zim, Repo! the Genetic Opera, pretty much every musical ever, and Big Time Rush. I regret nothing. I also like food. It makes me happy.

RANDOM QUOTES TEIM

"We blog, and deliver papes." - The Newsies cast

"Well, I'm not dead or unconscious, so I'd say bravo for me." - Rupert Giles

"Well, I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's depressing." - Tara Maclay

"Look at the detailing on this cheese plant!" - the Doctor

"REPOSSESSIONS ARE DANGEROUS." - Shilo Wallace, what wisdom

"Watermelons can't make toast." - Logan Mitchell

"I thought it was going to be food. It's just words." - Jennifer Lawrence

"What a crazy random happenstance!" - Dr. Horrible

"And sometimes there's a third even deeper level that's exactly the same as the top surface one. Like with pie!" - Dr. Horrible again durhurhur

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You're walking in the woods. There is no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him.

Shia LaBeouf.

He's following you, about thirty feet back. He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint. He's gaining on you.

Shia LaBeouf.

You're looking for your car, but you're all turned around. He's almost upon you now, and you can see there's blood on his face... THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE.

Running for your life from Shia LaBeouf.
Brandishing a knife, it's Shia LaBeouf.
Lurking in the shadows...
Hollywood superstar, Shia LaBeouf.

Living in the woods, Shia LaBeouf.
Killing for sport, it's Shia LaBeouf.
Eating all the bodies...
ACTUAL CANNIBAL SHIA LABEOUF.

Now it's dark, and you seem to have lost him. But you're hopelessly lost yourself. Stranded with a murderer. You creep silently through the underbrush.

Aha! In the distance, a small cottage with a light on - hope! You move stealthily toward it. But your leg! AHHH! It's caught in a bear trap!

Gnawing off your leg, quiet, quiet.
Limping to the cottage, quiet, quiet.
Now you're on the doorstep...
Sitting inside - Shia LaBeouf!

Sharpening an axe, Shia LaBeouf.
But he doesn't hear you enter, Shia LaBeouf.
You're sneaking up behind him...
Strangling superstar Shia LaBeouf.

Fighting for your life with Shia LaBeouf.
Wrestling a knife from Shia LaBeouf.
Stab him in his kidney...
Safe at last from Shia LaBeouf!

You limp into the dark woods, blood oozing from your stump leg... But you've won. You have beaten Shia LaBeouf.

(Why yes, I did just put that into my profile)

-look it's another page break wheeee-

Abortion is wrong.

Month one

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.

Month Two

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.

Month Three

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.

Month Four

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.

Month Five

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?

Month Six

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!

Month Seven

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.

BLACKS didn't choose SLAVERY.

JEWS didn't choose GENOCIDE.

BABIES don't choose ABORTION.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...

You talk to yourself a lot. (Alot meaning all the time...)

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask my self random things?')

When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someone's liver?')

After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow,this stuff is great for sugar highs...'

You live off of sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)

You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.

You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.

When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.

No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.

The letters on your keyboard are wearing off. (well no, but I've gone though ALOT of pencils)

People think you have A.D.D.

You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.

You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.

You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason

Your friends stopped looking at you funny when you laugh for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.

And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.

(copy that into you're profile if you fit one or more of the descriptions.

-A WILD PAGE BREAK APPEARED-

I've been screaming on the inside and I knoooow you feeel the paainn

CAN YOU HEAR ME?! CAN YOU HEEAR ME?!

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