Nope. Not at all.
It was a person I blocked for a few different reasons who decided to make a new account and sent me hate mail. Now, I'm not mad about that. Honestly? I kind of take it as a compliment that someone went through all that trouble to send me hate stuff.
BUT, what I do have a problem with is this person accused me of blocking him because I was "being a pussy". That, of course, isn't the case. I had multiple reasons to block him and that isn't one of them.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
This person had the audacity to go on the journal where I talked about my suicidal thoughts after something really awful happened and told me I should have killed myself.
Now, I was originally going to post the guy's name here, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction of a mention. But I will say this: You think you're so funny, but we all know that you won't win. I have so many people to support me and I am so lucky to have the friends I do. So guess what? I'm blocking you again. So yeah, enjoy that.
Umm....Not what I meant.
Either way, I've been thinking what I wanted to do something special for this and I want your guys' help. I'm stuck between a few different ideas and I don't know what to do. So, I want YOU to pick the celebration. Vote in the comments
Here are the choices:
And anything else you can thing of. I'm not creative, so give me some suggestions!
1) Post 8 facts about your character
2) Tag 8 other characters
3) Post these rules
4) Post their names along w/ their creator's avatar
8 Facts about Silver Shot:
1. Silver Shot was born in Texas, but isn't technically a citizen of any country. The USA lets him stay in America as long as he doesn't do anything to threaten national security.
2. Silver Shot loves poker, especially Black Jack.
3. Silver Shot's boots are custom-made and cost him $300 for each pair.
4. Silver Shot lost his left eye after he was stabbed by a prince. The prince was his target, but he was ambushed while in the throne room. The prince's guards distracted Silver Shot when the prince got lucky and managed to stab him. He still zapped his target, so in his opinion nothing went wrong.
5. Silver Shot has been to almost every country, including Japan, Mexico, Canada, New Zealand and many more.
6. Silver Shot doesn't own a car, phone, or computer.
7. Silver Shot can speak Spanish. Es bastante fluido en ella . ¿Ver? (Translate: He's quite fluent in it. See?)
8. Silver Shot has an extremely high alcohol tolerance. It takes him about 5 shots of whiskey to get buzzed.
So that's all there is to the Merc That Never Misses. Now......Who's next?
(Fairy God Mother)
- Listening to: Sound
- Reading: Words
- Watching: Actions
- Eating: Food
Hey guys, it's that guy in the fedora again with a question for you. How about an rp? A Tg rp? What do I want the rp to be exactly?.....I don't know! Here's some things I would be okay with:
Slave/Submission(And no, it's not always sexual)
+18(Only in notes)
Heavy Kinks(Will elaborate through notes)
Things I'm NOT okay with:
Canon Characters(Don't just say you're flipping so and so from this anime)
One Sentence Contributors(If I'm post like eight sentences that are very descriptive and you post something like "I walked over and punched him" and leave it at that, you and I will NOT get along)
If anything else pops up in my head, I'll update this. If you see this and the title is changed to have this at the end---> (CLOSED), it means I've stopped taking requests.
If you want to rp, send a note with the subject "Tg Rp" and we can talk. If I say I don't want to do something, don't be offended. I won't be upset if you don't like what ideas I come up with.
My Biggest Fears are:
Cars: Yes, cars. I was in a total of 14 car accidents in my life. So yeah, not a fan of cars.
Bugs: Honestly, I think bugs are cool. I love those documentaries about Amazonian bugs. But, I don't like the little fuckers anywhere near me. Especially spiders. I swear, they crawled straight from the depths of hell.
The Dark: Not as much as I used to, but still a little. I can handle like sleeping in the dark, but after like 15 minutes of not knowing where the hell I am is when I say, "Nope."
Knives: Do I have to explain this? Knife goes stab stab. End of story
Clowns: They're fucking creepy, what do you want me to say?
Dolls: To be more specific, Victorian era Dolls with those huge eyes that follow you as you walk. They give me the chills. If anyone ever tgs me, they better not use a flipping doll!
Judgement: I hate being looked down upon. I hate it.
Mirrors: I heard all those dumb stories about ghosts in mirrors, and they got to me.
The Number 4: In Japanese folklore, the number 4 is called the ghost number. It's the Japanese equivalent to the Unlucky Number 13. I try to avoid the number 4 as much as possible.
And now, the fear to end all fears.........
People: Yep. People. I hate human interaction face to face. I always feel like I'm somehow not as important as other people are. So, I avoid people.
There you have it! I've given the internet enough ammo to throw at me for years. Either way guys, I'm off to go talk to an alternate version of myself that comes from a dimension where everyone is the opposite gender of the one they are in our world.
I was only about 6 when I moved to live with my dad. He was never really there until that day, so I felt happy. I had brought all my things, and my dad was unpacking them with me. He pulled out a doll and he asked me about it. I told him it was mine. He wasn't happy. He said that boys should play with action figures and cars, not dolls. I never really new what I liked about it. I just liked it, it was fun to play with. I didn't know there were such thing as "Boy things" and "Girl things" except the bathrooms. I was eight when I got in trouble for getting into my step mom's make up. My dad was almost more shamed than angry. Looking back, I can understand why he would. Still, I was grounded and was sent to my room. The weird part was I didn't really know why I wanted to play with that stuff. I just wanted to.
I was twelve years old when I had the first dream. I was living with my dad again. Having moved between his place and my mom's for years, I learned not to make friends. I was a loner and I was okay with that. I went on the computer mostly(Hey, this sounds like how I am now!), so YouTube was my main escape from reality. One night, I fell asleep and began a very weird dream. I was a hero, with a sword and armor. I was trapped in a fortress full of only women and girls. After escaping my cell, I was stabbed by a random girl. All of a sudden, I was a girl. In my dream. I had no idea why the heck I was a girl and what was going on. I turned around to what looked like a wedding. I looked at my clothes and, of course, it was a wedding dress. I woke up right as I saw my dad walking into the room. After that night, my life changed forever.
That's all I have time for today. Sorry it was short, but next week I continue where I left off. Until then.
- Listening to: Epic Rap Battles of History
- Eating: Nothing
- Drinking: Milk
Hey all you people, hey all you people, hey all you people won't you listen to MEEEEEEEEEEE! Hey guys, it's that guy in the fedora here with a new little thing I'll be doing to let you guys know more about me. It's Friday Story Time with Joenomrc! I'll be trying to do this every Friday, although I might miss a week on occasion. Either way, I think for this first story time, I'm going to get a little weird, creepy, and slightly scary. This is the story of my actual stalker. This is one hundred percent a true story. I might change some names to protect the innocent. Be advised, this isn't going to be pretty.
I was about 13 years old. I was very stupid and I hung out with the wrong people. Of course, I didn't care what I was supposed to do, because I was a kid still. I would always hang out at this old park with my friend. We would smoke cigarettes and drink, never getting caught. One day, my buddy brought his girlfriend and we started a conversation. Apparently, she had a friend who was interested in a relationship. I said I wanted to meet her. After a few days, I met her. Her name was Ashley. She was pretty, and I was happy. We went out, started talking a lot, and almost........."had fun". I thought I would love hanging out with her forever. Until she started wanted to hang out more and more. I thought it was normal, but she started to show up at my home at random times. My mom was never home at the time, so that was good, but I still felt uneasy with her showing up so often. After every time she left, I noticed that something of mine was missing. At first it was just a random piece of junk or a pencil, but then my toothbrush disappeared. I had extras, so I wasn't too worried, but I still didn't know where it went. A week later, I went to Ashley's house to hang out. When I got there, I asked to use the bathroom. I went in, and the first thing I noticed was a toothbrush on the counter. MY toothbrush. I started getting a little freaked out. I got out and I told her that I had to go. I left her house and got back to my place as fast as I could. When I got home, my mom was in the kitchen. She told me I needed to break up with Ashley. At the time, I didn't have a phone, so I used my mom's to call and text my friends. Ashley was able to get the number and started to text my mom when she was trying to text me. She was sending very descriptive texts about her love for me and started begging me to....I'm keeping this PG. I was already uncomfortable, but knowing that my mom was seeing this was too much for me. I went back to her house and I told her we were done. She started to cry and begged me to not break it off. I told her that I wasn't going to take her back and I tried to leave. She freaked out and grabbed my arm. She was surprisingly strong and I had to really fight to pry her off. Her nails drew blood and I kicked her in the shin. She finally let go and I ran like hell. When I got home, my mom saw my arm and was extremely angry. she wanted to call the cops on Ashley, but I told her not to. I still felt bad for her, plus I didn't want to have her involved with my life again. My mom agreed, helped me clean my arm. I thought it was over. Nope. Not even close.
A month later, I was walking home. I finally got my own phone and I had started to hang out with other people. I was about a block away when my phone ran. I answered and heard my friend Rachel. Before I could say anything, she started crying a little. I asked what was wrong and she told me she was attacked. I asked where she was and she said the library. I was there faster than Usain Bolt. She was sitting on a bench outside the library. Her face was cut and her eye blacked. She held her arm close to her and was crying. I asked what happened and she said a girl said she took her boyfriend. Before Rachel could clear anything up, the girl started hitting her. She got away, but she was shaken up. She described her attacker to me. Lo and behold, she sounded like she was talking about Ashley. I was going to call the police, but Rachel told me not to. She begged me not to and I begrudgingly complied. A few days later, my mother gave me a call. She was apparently being followed by someone and she was positive it was Ashley. She was home a few minutes later and I decided to go outside and check. I saw down the street someone running. It looked like Ashley, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was.
For the next six months, I would have to keep my eyes peeled. I started losing sleep because I was afraid she was watching me. I finally decided to call the police, but apparently they didn't have enough evidence. Ashley started to call my mom again. She would constantly call throughout the day, to either harass her or to beg to talk to me. Nothing we did was working, and I was losing my mind. I didn't want to leave my room. I lost weight, started to get panic attacks and even turned to drugs for am easy way to forget. My mom saw me slipping and she couldn't do anything. It finally ended when my neighbor happened to be visiting my mom when Ashley called. My neighbor was a nice but very intimidating woman with a surprisingly booming voice. My mom had told her the situation and what it was doing to me. I wasn't home at the time, I was at a restaurant with my friends who were trying to cheer me up. Either way, my mom and my neighbor were having a chat in my house when my mom got a call. She answered and it was Ashley. My mom tried to tell her to stop, but Ashley wouldn't listen. At this point, my neighbor took the phone out of her hands and started to yell at Ashley. She told her that if she called again that the police would be called and she would be arrested and charged with harassment. Apparently, it worked. She hung up and never called again. When I got home, my mom told me what happened. I looked at my neighbor, hugged her and started crying.
I don't know what happened to Ashley. I don't care. She put me through a hell that I never want experience again. Some might say this is a lie, that I want attention. Believe me, it's not a lie. I was tortured in a way that you can't describe without knowing it first hand. This isn't even that bad. Stalkers can be much, much worse. They might kidnap, murder, rape, or more to the victims and their family or friends. That's it for this Friday Story Time. Next time, it probably will be less.....well, less crazy. I'm done for now.
- Listening to: Epic Rap Battles of History
- Eating: Pizza
- Drinking: Orange Juice
- Listening to: Epic Rap Battles of History
- Reading: My work schedule
- Watching: Law and Order: SVU Reruns
- Eating: Protein Bar
- Drinking: Milk
Here are some examples
- Anthro or Animal
- Inanimate Objects
- Multiple Body Parts (Extra Heads, Extra Arms, etc.)
- 18 and over content
- Overdone Ideas (Like how many more "Science Experiments Gone Wrong" stories exist? Originality is a key part of my writing.)
- Existing Characters (Again, real sick of seeing a bunch of Naruto Tg stories. ORIGINAL PLEASE!!! )
I have no problem with Tg stories that include these things, but they're just not my style. I might do Anthro or furry Tg stories later, but for now I have to pass. Please list any ideas you have in the comments below, or use the other methods listed. Either way, can't wait to see the suggestions. Let's write a story, shall we?
*Note: This is NOT an RP suggestion list. I have no problem with Rp, Heck I'm a fan of it too, but this is for story ideas.
- Listening to: Epic Rap Battles of History
- Listening to: My own heavy breathing
- Listening to: Introductions to Lucid Dreaming
I'm giving away 5000 POINTS that will be shared to everyone that joins this giveaway. EVERYBODY WINS a share of the points~
HOW TO JOIN THIS GIVEAWAY
- Favorite this journal. (Be sure to do this, it'll make it easier for me to know who is participating in the giveaway and see who followed the rules~)
- Create a journal to spread news of this giveaway. (Leave a comment below with a link to your journal.)
- Watch me~
- And... YOU'RE DONE! : D
I've been wanting to do this for some time after being inspired by another person that has done this before. I thought it was a nice gesture. Even if you end up getting only a couple points in the end, it's the thought that counts~
The due date for this giveaway will be at the end of February, should be plenty of time for many people to have a chance to get some points. I will be distributing points to everyone at the end, may take some time but it's the thought that counts!
*NOTE: If somehow this giveaway reaches more than 5000 participants, I'll keep increasing by another 1000 points.
This is on this account of a really cool person. I kinda feel bad about taking points from her....
Heres the link. IM NOT THE ONE DOING THIS!!!!!!