User:Phoenixcrystalgoddess

Hello Eclipse the epic!!! How are you?

Here is some stuff about me:

~ I LOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE Anime

~ I am a teenager

~ I play prodigy

~ Eclipse the epic is my first friend on here. ( she'd very helpful, by the way.)

~ I am pretty lonely sometimes........:(

ANYWAY. My nickname is Spades or Queenie on Fandom. I am an Anime fan, but since school started again, I haven't been able to watch it much. 8th grade really sucks........

I really wonder if it's too late to consider homeschool......

Solo789 I have a heart, and I feel what you felt when you read this. This contributes to Solo789.

Look, if you have a heart, read this ~From Solo 789
'Please read-true story (This did not happen to me, I copy/pasted it.) 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 around. 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 after all, 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. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.'

Saw this on Sunny's, Diamondsea's, and many others' profiles.

'This is a true story related to this. I had major Déjà vu as I read this. If you don't think that's a sign, then you're wrong. Not long after, I remember seeing a white cross on the road. That cross had white roses and teddy bears all around it, as well as many other flowers and stuff animals. I don't know if it was the same incident (since I don't normally watch the news), but it means something to me. Now everytime I see a cross or drive safely sign, I fall quiet. During December 2020, not long after I read this story for the first time, I told my mom I saw another drive safely sign and we said a prayer for them. That's when my brother asked the stupidest question I ever heard, "Why are we doing this?" Enraged I told him because someone died, most likely because of someone else's mistake. He than asked, "How do you know that?" I fustradely answered that the city put up those signs in remembrance of them and that the name of the person was on it. I was straight out mad because he was beginning to get disrespectful. Finally He said what set me off, "I didn't see a name. So I don't think anyone died." We had a full blown argument while my mom was trying to get us to shut up. The very next day, he started the argument again as we drove by the EXACT SAME SIGN. Finally, as we got out of the car to go to Home Depot, my dad gave him a scolding. He would of slapped him, but we were in public. As soon as we got home though, my brother wound up doing extra school work instead of playing Prodigy as he usually does. I began to wonder, how many other people are as disrespectful as my brother that day? Now there are three things you can do here, and you can do multiple..........


 * 1) Re-post this
 * 2) Start being respectful toward those who past away, most had unjust deaths.
 * 3) Or you can ignore this. Pretend that it didn't send you thinking, pretend that those people didn't die, and pretend I don't exist or that it never happened.

This isn't going to be too long. I just want to this to those who aren't a fan of anime.

"If you have never been a big fan of anime, chances are, you probably think about Dragon Ball or Naruto when you hear the word “Anime”. Fairly enough, Dragon Ball and Naruto are two immensely popular series that had a huge impact not only on the anime industry, but also on how the world perceived anime as a whole. Moving on from Dragon Ball and Naruto you might be able to name a few more popular series such as One Piece, Bleach, Attack on Titan and Fullmetal Alchemist. All great shows that have been watched and loved by generations of anime fans around the world. And all these shows have one thing in common: they’re all aimed at a younger audience.

The most prominent reason as to why these younger audience anime, officially labeled “shonen” anime, manage to break through the bounds of popularity and reach the vast majority of TV viewers, is because they’re aimed at kids. Animation has always been associated with childhood, immaturity and basic morality. And unless you take time to dig deeper and watch more consciously, popular shonen shows mostly seem to abide by the laws of “basic cartoons” with energetic protagonists, explosive action scenes, lively scores and colorful designs. And for seemingly operating within their expected style and appeal, shonen anime are widely accepted and deemed appropriate.

But something the vast majority doesn’t know is that behind the facade of colors and energy, shonen anime cater a lot more food for thought than you’d expect from a typical work of animation. And something that the vast majority won’t anticipate is that beyond the border of shonen anime is an entire medium of entertainment, varying in their targeted demographic, sometimes philosophical, sometimes hilarious, sometimes emotionally devastating but not any less brilliant than the greatest movies, TV shows or books the world has come to admire." 'Please read-true story (This did not happen to me, I copy/pasted it.) 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 around. 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 after all, 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. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

'"This is a very sad story. I want as many of you to repost this everywhere. Thank you." ~ Spadesqueen137krw'

I have reposted this as my own in my profile, like Diamondsea and others had done.

Thank you for reading my very sad but real life profile.

This is a shout out to Eclipse the epic

THANKS ECLIPSE THE EPIC FOR HELPING ME WITH MY ABOUT PAGE!!! YOU ARE BETTER THAN MOST!!