Name: Cassie Carter

DOB: 12/14/93

Age: 26

Sex: Female O

U can find me on Facebook

Hi! Im have been to this website multiple times but this is the first time im going to be a user. Im not sure if im ever going to write and post stories because i dont think im that creative but who knows maybe sumthing will come to me and i will. ;-D

I am obsessed with Sailor moon and now Frozen!!!!!!!!!!

Any question u have about the series/manga just email me at .com

I absolutely HATE when authors dont update their stories and leave them unfinished for years especially if its one i LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fav inner senshi: Sailor Venus

Fav outer senshi: none i love all of them they are awesome!!!!!

Fav Starlight: Sailor Star Healer

Fav Sailor Moon couplings:Mamoru/Usagi, Haruka/Michiru, Senshi/Shittennou, Luna/Artemis.

Fav noncanon couplings:Mamoru/Setsuna, Haruka/Seiya, Hotaru/Chibiusa, Mamoru/Ami, Setsuna/Michiru/Haruka xD, Seiya/Yaten, Hotaru/Shingo

Fav OC Coupling:Setsuna/Erin

I saw these on sumone elses profile and they made me think huh... I like these.

Put this on your page if you laugh a lot = (Too much! LOL)

95 of teens would cry if they saw the Jonas Brothers at the top of a skyscraper about to jump. Copy and paste this onto your profile if you are part of the 5 that would sit there with popcorn and a camera and yell "Jump Bitch, Jump!" or "DO A FLIP!!"

Love vs. Sex

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each sharedtheir various experiences of the past year.

She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraidbecause 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?

Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe in God..

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves youno matter what...and if you stand up for him he willstand up for you.I bet 93 of you people that read this won't repost TT_TT...so...are..you gonna... prove me wrong? Go ahead try it!

Stupid Racist People...

A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him.

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:

"When I was born I was black,""When I grew up I was black,""When I'm sick I'm black,""When I go in the sun I'm black,""When I'm cold I'm black,""When I die I'll be black."

"But you sir...""When you're born you're pink,""When you grow up you're white,""When you're sick, you're green,""When you go in the sun you turn red,""When you're cold you turn blue,""And when you die you turn purple.""And yet you have the nerve to call me colored"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

Copy this onto your site and help stop racism!

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you cry if I left?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Choose--me or your life

Boy: My life

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.

The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.

The reason I don't want you is because I need you.

The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.

The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.

The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.

The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.

97% of teens would cry if they saw Robert Pattison (Edward from twilight) standing on top of a skyscraper, If you're one of those 3% who would sit there eating popcorn yelling "Do a Flip You Sparkly Bitch!" Copy and repost this!

Difference between Friends and best friends!

Friends:Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

Best friends:Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food!

Friends:Call your parents by Mr. Mrs. and grandpa by grandpa.

Best friends:Call your parents MOM and DAD and grandpa by Gramps.

Friends:Bail you out of jail.

Best friends:Would be sitting right next to you Saying "Damn we fucked up!"

Friends:Have never seen you cry.

Best friends:Won't tell everyone else you cried... just laugh about it later when your not down anymore.

Friends:Ask you to write your number down.

Best friends: Have you own speed dial!

Friends: Borrows your stuff and gives it back a few days later

Best friends:Loses your shit and tells you... "My bad here's a tissue"

Friends:Will leave you behind if thats what the crowds doing.

Best Friends: Will kick the whole crowd's ass that left you.

Friends:Would knock on your door.

Best friends: Will Walk right in and say"I'M HOME!"

Friends:You have to tell them to not tell anyone

Best friends:Already know not to tell.

Friends:Are only here through high shool/college (drinking buddies)

Best friends:Are for life

Friends:Will be there to take your drink if they think you've had enough

Best friends:Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "drink that BitcH! You know we don't waste!"

Friends:Will ignore this letter...

Best friends:Will repost this!!!

Meaninful Poems repost all in bold letters

Guns take lives :

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

Please if you would,Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Child abuse :

Her name was AurouraShe was only fiveThis is what happenedWhen she was alive

Her dad was a drunkHer mom was an addictHer parents kept herLocked in an attic

Her only friendwas a little toy bearIt was old and worn outAnd had patches of hair

She always talked to itWhen no one's aroundShe lays there and hugs itNot a peep of sound

Until her parentsunlock the doorSome more and more painShe'll have to endure

A bruise on her legA scar on her faceWhy would she beIn such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bearAnd softly crysShe loves her parentsBut they want her to die

She sits in the cornerQuiet but thinking,"God, why? Why isMy life always sinking?"

Such a bad lifeFor a sad little kidShe'd get beaten and beatenFor anything she did

Then one nightHer mom came home highThe poor child was hit and slappedAs hours went by

Then her mom suddenlyGrabbed for a bladeIt was sharp and pointyOne that she made

She thrusted the bladeRight in her chest,"You deserve to dieYou worthless pest!"

The mom walked outLeaving the girl slowly dyingShe grabbed her bearAnd again started crying

Police showed upAt the small little houseThey quickly barged inEverything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowlyOpened a doorTo find the sad little girlLying on the floor

It must have been badTo go through so much harmBut at least she diedWith her best friend in her arms

Abortions kills :

Month one

MommyI am only 8 inches longbut I have all my organs.I love the sound of your voice.Every time I hear itI wave my arms and legs.The sound of your heart beatis my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommytoday I learned how to suck my thumb.If you could see meyou could definitely tell that I am a baby.I'm not big enough to survive outside my home is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what MommyI'm a boy!I hope that makes you happy.I always want you to be happy.I don't like it when you sound so makes me sad tooand I cry with you even thoughyou can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommymy hair is starting to is very short and finebut 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 toesand 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

MommyI 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 more mouth that will never speak.

Gay and Lesbians rights :

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working on the corner because no one will hire a transsexual women.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother's hand through the pain, 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 in my 27 partner into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the most loving family I 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 3 weeks, and in another year, I'll be able to walk again.I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks after graduating high school. It was simply too much to bare.

We are the couple who have the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom to go into so no one will call management.

I am the mother not allowed to see her children that I gave birth to, nursed and raised because the court says I'm an unfit mother since I live with another women.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who suddenly had the support system go cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner was also a women.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who had no support because I am a male.

I am the father who never hugged his own son in fear of showing affection for another male.

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 when they realized I was a transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped going to church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their door on my kind.

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

I am the person who is afraid to tell his Christian parents that he loves another male

Think :

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.

YOUR GUY SIDE:

X You love hoodies.X You love jeans.Dogs are better than 's hilarious when people get 've played with/against boys on a is torture.X Sad movies suck.X You own/ed an X-Box.Played with Hotwheel cars as a some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.X You own/ed a DS, PS2 or used to be/are obsessed with Power Rangers.X you watch sports on TV.X gory movies are coolYou go to your dad for own like a trillion baseball caps. You like going to high school football used to/do collect football/baseball cards.X Baggy pants are cool to wear.X It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.X Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.X You love to go crazy and not care what people think.X Sports are funX Talk with food in your mouth.X Sleep with your socks on at night

TOTAL: 14

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

You wear lip gloss/stick.You love to shop.You wear eyeliner.You wear the color pinkGo to your mom for consider cheerleading a hate wearing the color like hanging out at the like getting manicures and/or pedicures.You like wearing jewelry.Skirts are a big part of your is one of your favorite hobbies.X You don't like the movie Star Wars.X You were in gymnastics/dance?It takes you around/ more one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.You smile a lot more than you should.X You have more than 10 pairs of care about what you look like wearing dresses when you can.X You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.X You love the movies.X Used to play with dolls as little kid.X Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy/joke of being the star of every thing

Total :7