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Someone wrote this and I totally agree.

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 28, 2009

Meh. Rant #1: Copy-and-paste in fanfiction profiles.
This won't have too many rants, just what I feel on a whim.

I hate copy-and-paste stuff in fanfiction profiles. Seriously. They just clutter up your profil and make a bunch of meaningless trash.

The stuff that's supposed to make toi cry? No way. It's not making me cry. Why? Because I've read it a million times. Am I heartless because I don't copy and paste? No. I donate money. I help people. I care about others. I do not copy and paste stupid stuff on my profile. It makes those sad cases seem like nothing, okay?

Also, we need to be realistic. It is not 99% of American teenagers that have tried smoking pot. If they did we'd all be dead. It is not 98% of American teenagers who would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them it'd be uncool to breathe. Because if it was, seriously, we'd all be dead.

Really.

I've also seen the abortion one. The one where the baby screams for help because the mother heartlessly aborts it. Bad, right?

Come on. Nobody aborts a baby at six months. The most common abortions are 6-10 weeks. par six months the baby will definitely be alive. The reason for dispute about abortion is because the baby is still genderless, can't think ou feel, etc. So I'm not taking the side of abortion, but the thing is a little too overhead.

I'm not going to be the one with the 75-page profile. Please, get a life.

-Aster

PS: Don't take this personally if toi have copy and paste stuff. I just had to express my opinion.
posté par aster SELENE AT 8:05 PM
Rachel was cleaning her house. It was the only way for her not to think about what she had done. She was vacuuming when someone rang the doorbell. She unplugged the vacuum-cleaner and walked to the front door. When she opened she came face to face with the person she least expected.
“Hi, Rachel.” Veronica said. “I’m back”
“I wasn’t expecting you” Rachel a dit sheepish. Ronnie conjured a huge smile. “Can I come in?”
Rachel couldn’t come up with an excuse to send her away and thus she stepped away, letting her pass.
Veronica walked to the cuisine and noticed the vacuum-cleaner....
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Rachel looked around her at the police station when someone called her.
“Can I help you, ma’am?”
Rachel looked up and saw Sherrif Forbes standing a few yards away from her. “Eh, yeah, I want to rapporter a disappearance”
“Maybe we should talk about this in my office?” Liz offered and she guided Rachel to her office. “Have a seat” she a dit when she placed herself behind the bureau. Rachel sat down.
“Someone went missing?” Liz asked, staring sharply at Rachel.
Rachel, feeling uneasy, moved on her seat. “My husband, Gabe. He hasn’t been accueil in a few days. We had a fight...
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Five days later.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast table, tableau when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the cuisine and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the table, tableau and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. toi will die if toi don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then...
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Rebekah smiled viciously at Katherine, but Stefan pushed Rebekah off. “Katherine, where’ve toi been?” he a dit casual.
“Not in your pants, that’s for sure” Katherine a dit sarcastic.
“Restricted area, staff only” Rebekah a dit smug. Katherine rolled her eyes.
“Can I have a word with you?” she asked Rebekah. Rebekah leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed Stefan. She then followed Katherine outside.
“Now what?” she asked short.
“I’m done with this” Katherine said.
“With what exactly?” Rebekah a dit bored, playing with her nails.
“This whole doppelganger blood stealing thing”...
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Caroline looked around in Bonnie’s room. “It’s all so…white” she a dit turning to Bonnie, who was sitting on the bed. “I can’t believe toi signed up for this. And without telling me”
“I’m telling toi now” Bonnie said, while she opened her suitcase. “Thanks for bringing my stuff. I wouldn’t know who else to bother” she added softly.
“It’s no bother” Caroline said, though she avoided to look at her. She walked to the window. “Wow! toi have to see this view, it’s amazing” she said, looking at the garden.
“Yeah, I’ve seen it” Bonnie a dit a little absent-minded....
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Zoey was walking down the nourriture department in the supermarché when she collided to someone.
“I’m sorry” the man apologized. He squeezed his eyes. “Zoey? Zoey Allen, is that you?”
Zoey rolled her eyes. “That has got to be the worst pick up line ever” she a dit disdainful.
“You don’t recognize me?” the man asked.
“Of course I recognize you” Zoey a dit contemptuously, while she threw some nourriture cans in her cart. “I’d recognize your dumbass face even if it were covered in…well, I’m sure toi can think of something” She pushed her chariot, panier forward, hoping this would be the...
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Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her cœur, coeur beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, toi know what, Damon? If toi want to keep jouer la comédie like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do toi want?”
Elena turned around again and walked back. She took his hands and looked him sharp in the eyes. “It wasn’t a moment of compassion” she began. “When toi were dying and I kissed toi I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t...
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There was a line up until Tokyo, but Damon and Elena waited patiently for their turn. They were in a hamburger place. While they slowly moved vers l'avant, vers l’avant Damon examined the menu’s on the wall. They had numbers to pick from. “You know what you’re going to pick?” he asked Elena. “Hmm, am I supposed to pick something veggie and healthy?” Elena asked. “Elena” Damon said. “It’s a hamburger place. Not even the air in here is healthy. Pick whatever toi want”
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet ou regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh”...
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Bonnie was lying on the canapé watching television. She didn’t really notice what montrer was on. She just needed to lay down. Taking Damon down had taken a lot plus energy she had expected. She closed her eyes, but unfortunately fate chose that moment to let the cloche, bell rang. Bonnie frowned her eyebrows out of frustration. She could sense who it was. “It’s open!” she yelled. “Please, don’t make me get up” she mumbled. But the door stayed shut and no one entered. Bonnie groaned and swung her legs off the couch. “I’m coming!” she shouted when the visitor bang the door. She shuffled...
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After he had gotten breakfast and his guardian had left he crawled to the mur on the opposite side of the room. He had to be very quiet, because he knew she wasn’t the only one who could hear him. The other vampires had a very good hearing too. He lay his hands on the mur and whispered: “Caroline?” No response. “Caroline” a little harder, but still soft.
Caroline lifted her head and opened her ears. No way! That was not possible. When Amber a dit there were others Caroline assumed she was talking about vampires, not werewolves.
“Tyler? Is that you?” she asked.
“Yeah, but keep...
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Alaric was in the cuisine solving crosswords when Jeremy walked to the cupboard and took a glass. He leaned over Alaric’s shoulder. “Cheese” he pointed at the page. Alaric filled in the word. And then closed the book. “I’m done” he said, stretching his arms. “I’m going to bed” he looked at Jeremy. “And toi better not stay up too late, either. Has anyone told toi how wrecked toi look?” Jeremy nodded. “I know. But I have a good feeling that will change soon enough” For a moment Alaric wanted to ask what he meant par that, but then decided he was too tired. He a dit goodnight...
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Katherine slammed the door and leaned against it. She had not signed up for this mess. They had to find Stefan, but instead Elena was living in arc en ciel Land, Damon was in control of the bitch. And Caroline was with her father. At least that’s what Sherrif Forbes told Elena. Katherine found it rather suspicious. It was too sudden. Caroline was helping them and now she stepped out of it, just like Elena. Did Carolines physical absence relate to Elena’s mental absence and did Bonnie have a hand in both cases? For the first time in a very long time Katherine wished she was human. There was...
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Elena was in the kitchen, making dinner, when Jeremy sat down on a chair, his head leaning on his hands. “What’s wrong?” Elena asked. Jeremy looked up so Elena noticed the eye bags. “What happened to you? toi look like a mess. When’s the last time toi had a good sleep?” Jeremy laughed scornful. “It’s been a while” “Is it because of Jenna?” Elena asked compassionate. Jeremy played with his fingers while he thought of a good reason. He knew Elena would want to know what was going on, but he didn’t want her to get involved in his mess. He believed she had enough going on...
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Liz was standing in her office, her deputy’s surrounding her. She was briefing them about the murder last night. Caroline was standing outside, making sure her mother couldn’t see her, and kept her ears wide open.
“The boy’s name’s Derek Janders. He was Amber Lindy’s boyfriend. Amber’s the girl that lived there. According to Mrs. Lindy Amber had been jouer la comédie off earlier that day. She came home, wrecked, like she was sexually assaulted. Mrs. Lindy insisted Amber to rapporter this, but Amber became aggressive and violent. She threw Mrs. Lindy on the ground and then basically robbed the...
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Damon and Elena were standing in front of Bonnie’s house, waiting for Bonnie to open up. Elena looked from the door to Damon, seeming to be uncomfortable. “Maybe toi should let me do the talking” she suggested. “Like toi said, toi and Bonnie are not the best friends” Damon pursed his lips. “Suuuure, all toi want” he a dit with a smirk and a wink. The door went open and Bonnie looked at them. “Hi, Elena” she a dit and hugged her friend. She looked at Damon as if he was dirt. “Sorry, but I’m not going to hug you” “But that would’ve been the highlight of my day!” Damon...
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Damon was lying on Elena’s lit as Elena was going through her jewelry, looking for some bracelet ou collier she didn’t like anyway. “I think your wiccan friend might be an issue” Damon said. “How’s that?” Elena asked distracted without turning around. “Well, she and I are not the best friends, toi know. I doubt she’ll invite me in, in her magical little house” Damon replied. “So?” Elena shrugged. “You can wait outside, we don’t need toi to do the spell” Damon frowned his eyes angry. “Well, then I suppose I can go back home, so I can play with Katherine, like...
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posted by LowriLorenza89
1. A Mary Sue is described as being overly perfect. Every feature of her appearance is beautiful, and nothing about her is unappealing ou even plain. Sometimes she considers herself to be ordinary ou plain, but the other characters' opinions of her disagree with this.

2. Her physical appearance is often described in far plus detail than any of the other characters. Sometimes an entire paragraph, ou even multiple paragraphs, is used to describe her. She is often also described in over-the-top, flowery and romanticised language. Her features can be compared to gold, gemstones and other valuables....
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Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need toi to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commenté offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled...
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The suivant morning
Grumpy and irritated Klaus entered Ric’s loft. Even with Tyler dating Veronica, Caroline was still clinging onto her ex-boyfriend. He should’ve never turned Tyler. He should’ve just killed him.
“Nik”
Klaus reluctantly looked up at Rebekah who came off the stairs.
“We need to talk” she a dit with her hands on her hips. She waited for Klaus to say something back, but he just raised his eyebrows. “You have to tell Stefan what happened in the past. We are losing him, Klaus. Katherine is weaving her web around him and we need to get him out before it’s too late”...
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