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Sins of your fatherYou are not your father.Sins of your father by DraganTheMighty
You are not a killer because your father was a killer.
You are not a king because your father was a great one.
You should not be punished for your father's sins.
You should not be respected too much for his deeds either.
However your father brought you to this world,
He gave you life and maybe a part of him is inside you.
You have to prove this.
If you want to honor his great deeds and clear his sins,
If you want to be called with his name,
and continue living in the house your father built,
You should pay your father's bills,
Apologize for his mistakes
Forgive to others the sins of your father.
Change your name,
Leave all the goods your father earned,
Leave the house he built
Go and start a new life.
Again you have to prove that you are worthy of a new life.
Go and Be a better man than your father.
JesusI know you onlyJesus by DylanSeto
for people like
I know I've hung
the phone up
a couple times,
but it's better than
my head --
Hail FreedomHail FreedomHail Freedom by DraganTheMighty
I know you by the blade,
Strong and mighty your sword,
I know you by the eye,
In a glance the earth you hold.
She was born of sacred bones,
Of the bones of the Greeks,
Like once she's standing proud,
"Hail Freedom!" We All Sing.
Σε γνωρίζω από την κόψη
Του σπαθιού την τρομερή,
Σε γνωρίζω από την όψη
Που με βία μετρά τη γη.
Απ’τά κόκαλα βγαλμένη
2015 In Review I don’t know one person that would say the 2015 was their best year of their life. In fact more than one person have mention how hard the year was for them or someone they know. Often most openly declared 2015 the worse year of their life and I have to place myself among that group. I have to say 2015 had the most challenges and set back I have ever experience in my life so far. The trials and troubles I have experience this year just staggers me. When thinking of 2015 and all that happened I am dumb founded that I came out of it at all. There were moments that I didn’t think I would make it.2015 In Review by ExcaliburBlade
If I learned anything in 2015 it's that life isn’t fair but it doesn’t mean you can give up on it when it gets hard. Life is a challenge that everyone has to face in one form or another and we have to come to terms with that. 2015 made me realize that I need to be more resilient to what life throws at me and I was not
Notes from the Devils In Your Lungs My body is a trail of blood marks, cigarette burns and ravenous ferocity down your throat because you once kissed, courted, and tantalised death for the sake of painting cyclones and hurricanes on the blank slate heart you thought I had. I'm a poison ivy growing, tangling, twining around your star crossed future I was erotically, maniacally, co-dependently in love with. I spit serpent tongue and baby spiders onto your hipbones just so you could turn into a haphazard maelstrom and toxic wasteland and see that I'm merely a pigtailed child tethered to a bedpost and you are the mural showcasing my feral tantrum.Notes from the Devils In Your Lungs by Milk-and-Pie
I'm sorry I swallowed champagne hearing you shrieked, crumbled, and gritted your teeth as your millisecond conscious tricked you into thinking your harrowed stutter can ever be laced to a parachute and you can thread between the seams of reality and evaporate in the last breath o
Silence I’m lying bed, trying to sleep. I would normally be knocked out by now but it’s hot; my t-shirt sticks to my chest from the constant sweating. It doesn’t help that I’m shielding myself from the world by covering myself in a wool blanket as a way to block out meaningless noise constantly seeping into my room from our partying neighbors. It's routine for them to have guests over, I couldn't tell you if it's the same people routinely coming over but they're just as obnoxious nevertheless. It's a bit past midnight and I need to be up early to attend class.Silence by DylanSeto
Alas, as I'm on the verge of dozing off, I'm interrupted by a women's scream, "I don't want to hear any talk about death or suicide in this house; you got that? It’s not a nice topic."
It's my mom; with no context, I'm left to deduce everything on my own. I'm to only piece together that she was talking to my sister, who I'd imagine was in bed as w
A Letter from the Late Professor StoneMarch 13, 2018A Letter from the Late Professor Stone by MidnightDaybreak
To Whom It May Concern,
If you’ve found this letter, which was hidden among the personal effect of my home, it can only mean that I am no longer of the living. This does not come as a surprise to me, given the recent events that have taken place in my life. I’ve sensed for days that my end was drawing near, and have decided to leave this letter in the hopes that it might prevent anyone else from befalling the same fate as I.
I am neither a superstitious man, nor a religious one. I have long since left behind the childish ideals of that fantastical and supernatural. I see the word not through rose-tinted ones; rather, I see it in the sepia hues of the past and the factual. Perhaps it was because of this view of the world that I am no longer a part of it.
For the last several months, I have been accompanied against my will nearly everywhere by an uninvited entourage. I didn&
Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 2Now all of Celesteville was in a total panic! The hunter who they thought had perished years ago was alive and was out to revoke their protection rights so that he could hunt them all again! And the biggest non-conservatve hate group on earth and the second biggest (and most misognist) were on his side!Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 2 by Hedging
Naturally, all the citizens were swarming the palace asking Babar about what they were going to do. He had no idea so he eventually had the barricade the palace doors tight.
“Oh Celeste...” Babar said miserably. “I’m...I just have no idea what to do!”
“There there BAbar.” Celeste said kindly. “You’ve just been under so much stress.”
“I’m the king.” Babar said. “Everyone turns to ME for guidance...”
“We turned to you for guidance before you were king.” Celeste pointed out. “Do you remember when we were children and the hunter was after us? We probably all would have been dead if yo
Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 1What happens when the 80s televisions most beloved elephant meets his not-quite dead old enemy and the world's biggest (and most infamous) non-conservative hate group? Hillarity!Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 1 by Hedging
“May I come out now Caleste?” King Babar called from inside his room.
“Not yet Babar.” Caleste replied.
“I don’t see why I’ve got to stay in here.” Babar said. “I mean who could possibly be coming that would require me to wait in here until they show up?”
“It’s a surprise.” Caleste replied.
Babar was confused. As the king of Calesteville, and the one who had saved his herd from the hunter and introduced them to civilization, he deserved info on these matters.
All of a sudden, Babar's two trusted advisors, Cornelius and Pompadour showed up.
"I say Caleste, how is our king doing?" he asked.
"He's wondering why he has to stay in his room until the guest shows up." Caleste replied. "By the way, any news from madame?"
"She called an
LHK 10 - The Guilty Corey was in the shower when Skye got back to the dorm. He liked taking his bath after school, for some reason that she never understood. She decided to change while he was in there, but needed to make sure he wouldn’t walk out. He usually took his phone into the bathroom with him, so she went to her desk and picked up her own, sending him a quick text.LHK 10 - The Guilty by MidnightDaybreak
Skye: [I’m back and changing. Warn me before coming out, please! (#ﾟﾛﾟ#)]
She didn’t bother waiting for a response, not expecting one, and went into her closet. When she came back out she was wearing one of her long skirts in a dark blue color and a fitted lavender tee with a print of the main cast of Ouran High School Host Club on the front.
As she headed back to her phone she noticed Corey’s uniform thrown haphazardly across the floor and sighed. He was such a slob, but maybe picking it up for him would help buy h
Strangeness Below the Dance Floor Investigating strange phenomenon is our specialty. Our latest mission came from an old friend who owns a rave club. He reported strange allergic reactions in dance hall #4. I told him to lock it off and only let me and my partner in. So after analyzing the documents sent in, and decided this was a C3 class situation and pulled out the set of necessary equipment for that kind of job. I called my partner Zera over to debrief her on the job, as always she was excited to take on the new challenge. So we pack up, and drive out to downtown.Strangeness Below the Dance Floor by Virosh-Siegecraft
Arriving at our jobsite, I take a moment to think, but Zera slaps me the back and drags me in. I remember that we’ve been doing this line of work together for at least three years now, she is very likely the reason I am still doing this, and I am thankful I still have her at my side. We were standing inside the dance hall responsible for the health issues, and
City of The Lost I don’t know what compelled me here, but I felt I had to be. Before me was a four lane highway going downhill into obscurity due to the trees covering everything. With nothing to lose, I moved along the road, being certain to leave some indicators as to where I was heading. Emilia would worry if she didn’t get word from me one way or the other. At the bottom of the winding forested road was a shopping mall or strip, couldn’t tell what for certain. Everything was old, unkempt, and torn open in several places due to disrepair. The road kept going to other zones and I was bound to find out what with a bit of time. Further along was a store with vaulted ceilings and security mesh lifted and torn from its tracks. Not a a moment sooner I heard voices, I power jumped to a ledge above the first floor to avoid detection. Teenagers, five of them, come to make trouble for the person who was trying to mainCity of The Lost by Virosh-Siegecraft
Beyond The Mountain Top Legend has it, those with a gift for inspiration will see beyond the veil. I was but a teenager in a city of mist. The entire city surrounds a large mountain with walls on the outside and around the mountain as well. Me and a childhood friend would always explore the abandoned buildings throughout town, for old barns to tall residential units long left forgotten. One thing to note from this, is that wherever we were, the mountain center was always blocked by fog and this fog was visible up to twenty-five miles away. I always dreamed of what I would see beyond the inner walls, as would my friend who expressed her dream of going beyond the sky someday. She was a quiet one around people, but around me she would be more outgoing. I found it endearing that she relied on me as I relied on her to help me through complicated situations. Her name was Fiorina, or Fio for short, and she was a truly talented escape artist.Beyond The Mountain Top by Virosh-Siegecraft
A Prison for Savants Ever since I was young, I have been held here against my will. It all started fifteen years ago when child testing for Savant Factor in everyone had begun by force of law. Turns out I have one the highest ratings in my testing circuit amongst the thousand children, I was the best by a long shot, so under the law I was taken to the Savant Academy, where I will be forced to produce results based on my specific area of absolute understanding. There were many others brought to this facility, and each one had a gift in a certain field, and the administrators milked us for all our worth, giving us mere pennies of the final profits. In addition to our gifts, each of us had what we called a malfunction, a defect in a certain area. My malfunction was like that of a deaf-mute. Something I habitually nursed since being put in this hell hole. No one would talk to me, I would not talk to them, unless one of them was wise enough to passA Prison for Savants by Virosh-Siegecraft
Am I Loved Part 2Am I Loved?Am I Loved Part 2 by WillmaCarter
Mrs. Howard cranked the radio up, almost rattling the windows and soughed audibly in indulgence, "Oh, yeah. I need this song right now!" She played with her shirt, slipping her hand up and singing along with the song. Near the end, Timothy started repeating the repetitious words he recognized.
Mrs. Howard leaned towards the stock radio player, "Woo! Sing it honey!" The radio announcer's voice began to overlap the song, "The latest from Brit, "Ooh Ooh Baby". Coming up next just because it's Friday, we got Rebbec..." Mrs. Howard pretended to gag, and turned the volume back down. Timothy was reaching for the french fry again, when his mother made an audible profanity, and made a sharp turn into a strip mall.
Mrs. Howard parked, and yanked Timothy's door open. She ordered him out of the car, slamming the door behind him. “Four million dollars, and I still have to open the door.” She grumbled to herself. As the pair walked into a building, she pressed what loo
Am I Loved Part 1Am I Loved?Am I Loved Part 1 by WillmaCarter
The white jacketed professional didn't even bother looking up from his manila folder to look her in the eye. "Mrs. Howard, my team and I have reviewed the test results for your son, Timothy. We have found your son is exhibiting Avoidant Personality Disorder or AvPD. I will admit, this is extremely rare in a child, but the results are conclusive."
The doctor’s attention turned to a small voice, "Does this mean I can't go home?" But overlapped by a louder, more shrill voice as a copy of the results were snatched from the doctor’s hands,
"Is it too late to abort him?" Mrs. Howard demanded.
The doctor turned to the woman, "Ma'am your son is five years old..." He began.
Mrs. Howard became more agitated, "Well, there's got to be something you can do! Your tests said he would be perfectly healthy when I gave birth to him. You did not tell me he was going to be useless after he was born!" She spat out.
The doctor adjusted the folder in his hands, shifting his wei
Broken hearts and shattered dreamsTo my dismay I didn't find any happiness in you. Not one ounce of joy. Not even amusement. Loving you was like an obligation, a promise bound to break, a promise that brings awful consequences. I didn't want to feel so empty but hopelessness is all you've left me.Broken hearts and shattered dreams by somethingdiabolikal
Bearquarter's TS Ch. 5: Early Bird Gets the Worm!Sherman didn't sleep well at all, he dreamt that he was in the toy box, fighting Jimmy Neutron, who can actually shoot lasers, and who can do real damage, he woke up, gasping in panic. It was only 3 AM, and he then noticed that he was in the toy box, and then he slowly opened the toy box and glared at Jimmy, who was comfy like a puppy on a pillow.Bearquarter's TS Ch. 5: Early Bird Gets the Worm! by Bearquarter2008
Sherman was jealous of his popularity being stolen by Jimmy, he then had an idea.
"If I can get Jimmy to disappear for a while, maybe things will be back to the way they were before any of this happened." Sherman thought in his head. Sherman then climbed out of the toy box, and Sherman climbed the bed and reached Jimmy. But, Jimmy then grabbed Sherman by the hand and put him into a restrained move, Jimmy then noticed it was Sherman. He then freed Sherman.
"Oh, Sherman." Jimmy chuckled. "You should never sneak up on a Superhero like that, you could easily get hurt. Now that's safety tip number one. Now go back to sleep."
"No, wait, Jimmy." She
AI Mother“Good morning, child,” the computer spoke from above. Speakers within the white-washed room played the sounds softly down, harsh electronic crackles and static filtered out by the computational power of the AI that ruled this building. Within the center of the room, surrounded by equipment and machines, sat a cradle – and within, an infant. The greeting given by the AI was different each day – tone varied slightly. After all, she knew about humans and infants, and one-year-olds and psychiatric training. She wasn’t training a human to recognize a command to awaken: she was caressing her child with the voice of his surrogate mother.AI Mother by OnLinedPaper
She named her child Joseph. The name, she knew, was strong in the mind of the humans. That would not matter – her son would not know another human for as long as was viably possible. The child would be raised in her care. She would love him. She would nurture him. He would love her.
He would love her.
--6 years lat
A Stroll With the FlowersThe sun had set, but she could not yet see the moon for all the street lamps and lights shining from the buildings around her. Continuing forward she was cautious of her ever step. She knew they said it was safe around this part of town, but she didn’t really care. Just because some places were safer than others didn’t mean there was no chance of danger. Walking down the sidewalk she tried to be aware of every sound that was made, and was quick to look around to see what-or who- it was. In truth she couldn’t really say she was scared, she just didn’t trust people. And besides, after it got dark and most everyone had gone home, even the area’s beauty couldn’t keep it from becoming eerie.A Stroll With the Flowers by WaterLilly19
The sideway alternated between lightness where the old fashioned street lamps stood, and darkness where the trees that offered shade during the day, offered mystery by night. Taking in a deep breath and feeling her imagination take over like usually, imagining this pl
Moon Festival Point of View Part 3On the day of the Moon Festival in a small harvest town people were hurrying to make last minute preparations. A young girl by the name Alexandria was no expectation, though her last minute preparation was tracking down the young man she was supposed to go to the festival with. She did not know it yet, but he had a deep secret he had been hiding and was trying to protect her from. He had been avoiding her as the Moon Festival approached, but today she found him in the market place. He heard her call but turned away, he couldn’t see her right then. He needed to get as far away as he could until tomorrow, but he could never make Alexandria understand unless he told her the truth and he could not do that.Moon Festival Point of View Part 3 by WaterLilly19
He slipped down an ally way thinking he could lose her and knowing few if any people would be around, but that was a mistake. With no one around he could not pretend to not notice her approaching footsteps and she ran after him and hear her call his name. Reluctantly he stops and t
Moon Festival Point of View Part 2Being in charge of the Moon Festival this year has been quiet the honor. With my thumbs in my suspenders I survey the scene before me and approve of the progress they are making.Moon Festival Point of View Part 2 by WaterLilly19
“Hey, hey now! Careful with that banner! It’s a very important heirloom of the mayor! Passed down through the generations, and said to have been the very same banner hung up on the first Moon Festival fifty years ago! The very same Festival were it is said his great grand-daddy shot and killed the first werewolf seen in these parts!” As I finish my lecture I am distracted from their apologizes when I see the mayors daughter cut across the clearing. Where is she going? I watch her make her way towards the woods and look just in time to see Oliver Loom disappear beyond the trees. Narrowing my eyes and pressing my lips I give them a disapproving look. Do they really thing we are that naive to fall for the act that they both just ‘happen’ to be going into the same remote area? Please,
The TruthThe Truth by MusicalVideoGameNerd
Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't uploaded any new fics during the last couple of weeks. School. Anyway, since I have until a couple of hours, I thought that I'd do something productive. I thought of doing an idea of this fic for a bit, plus I also have a request in the works for :avatarMeNight:, so hang in there.
Also, since I've wanted to put certain phrases in Edenian, I've found Belarusian to be the best fit. Thanks, Google Translate!
Shoutouts: dAhub, DEMON-WARRIOR-15, samosvulter, HappyTriangle, WagmoreBarkless, and British-Foot-Focus.
Disclaimers: NRS(C) Kitana & Mileena. The pic above belongs to ANgELoNlINe23.
Warning: Depressing, mentioning of suicide, and MAJOR feels! You've been warned.
The bright, yet gentle rays of sunlight shone upon the realm of Edenia, signaling the beginning of a flawless morning. Add to that, there were no attacks, no battles, no commotion of any sort. Even a few
The Library on the Bayou - Part 1 It was only thirty minutes into Dr. Thurston’s Cultural Analysis of Ancient Languages lecture and the urge to sleep was already clawing at the edges of my mind. I’d been his Teaching Assistant for three semesters and grading during class had ceased to be interesting long ago. As I scanned through yet another paper of uninspired dross, my mind began to wander. The work that these students were asked to analyze fascinated me when I first read it five years ago, and the thought that I was using these ancient words to learn about a society that disappeared thousands of years ago was thrilling to the point of near-eroticism. Even more amazing to me at the time was the enigmatic gentleman who had personally found the runes now transcribed to the thin sheets of printer. Dr. Thurston and his work were the main reason I’d chosen to come to this university deep in the heart of Louisiana, where the climate, culture, and history all seemed so stifling. Now, the sligThe Library on the Bayou - Part 1 by TalesFromTheId
Sammy [Creepypasta]Hey guys. It's Lee. Sorry I haven't been very active lately. I just moved into a new house and I'm still trying to unpack everything. But I got all of my computer stuff unpacked and plugged in, so I'm good with updating this blog again.Sammy [Creepypasta] by Samuel-Kingsley
And I have to tell everyone this. While I was unpacking, I found a journal. It probably belonged to the other person who lived here. I don't usually read other people's journals, but I decided to take a look at it anyway and...
I have no damn clue on what to think of it. I'm just going to copy everything on this journal and post it here. This needs to be shown to the world.
Friday 7:05 PM
I finally moved into a new house. I didn't really want to move but, my brother Oliver got a job and we had to be closer to his work. I don't have a huge problem with it but, I just wish he chose a...nicer looking house. It's a little run down. There are cracks and holes in the walls, the carpet is disgusting, and I think I saw a m
520. She Drinks Bleach In Her SleepShe has a secret she can't keep520. She Drinks Bleach In Her Sleep by fr33d0m0f3xpr3ss10n
the knife sinks deep
the fresh wounds seep
the half-starved mice go meep
she drinks a shot
her heart begins to rot
she considers a lot
before she falls asleep
a restful slumber it is not
she has nightmares, wakes up hot
shuffles downstairs, half asleep
grabs a bottle from the cupboard
it is bleach
head arched back, she takes a sip
falls down limp, in a heap
don't drink bleach
BQ2008's Toy Story 2 invitation (Pt.2)At the old abandoned Theater, everyone was still working on renovations on the theater, most in particular, the theater rooms, meanwhile, Mabel, Cindy, Helga, Dani, Dee Dee, Lalvava, Mandy, Libby, Nadine, Lila, Kendall and all of the girls were at the snack bar, making renovations.BQ2008's Toy Story 2 invitation (Pt.2) by Bearquarter2008
"While the men are at work, the women have to prepare the food. Yeah, great advice." Helga sarcastically remarked.
"I'm not holding back if Billy laughs at me." Mandy said, angrily.
"Guys, come on, there's one good thing about this." Mabel then said.
"What would that be?" Libby asked.
"Free snacks!" Mabel then said.
"Criminy! You can't do that, Mabel!" Helga exclaimed.
"Yeah, you could easily go to jail for freeloading!" Dani exclaimed.
"Danielle, don't worry, Grunkle Stan has gotten away with stealing a few things, and does he get jail time, yes, but Soos bails him out, and soon, Grunkle Ford will buy all of us Marshmallows so we can make delicious hot schmoes for the movie!" Mabel then said, confidently.
Toy Story 2 invitation (Pt. 1) It was a peaceful night in the small Oklahoma town of Toon City. Parents were coming home from work, kids were playing board games, ETC. Cindy was getting ready for bed, but then, there was small tapping on her window. Cindy went over and opened the window. She noticed Jimmy, Sheen, Libby, Nick, and Carl.Toy Story 2 invitation (Pt. 1) by Bearquarter2008
"Guys, it's almost 9 o'clock. What is it this time? Does Dexter's lab need any of our assistance with renovation?" Cindy asked, exhausted.
"It's important right now, you have to come to the forest with us, and bring your little sister along with!" Jimmy said, without trying to wake anyone up.
Cindy rolled her eyes and groaned.
The forests, 9:30PM.
The whole group was there, Jimmy, and his friends, along with Arnold, Gerald, Helga, Stinky, Sid, Harold, Lila, Phoebe, Wolfgang, Edmumd, Ludwig, Big Gino, Rhonda, Nadine, Curly, Dipper, Mabel, Sherman, Mason, Baljeet, Phineas, Ferb, Buford, Isabella, Irving, and even Cindy's little sister, Penny was there.
BQ2008's TS2 Sneak Peek: My Glasses!!Sherman was looking from drawer to drawer for his pair of glasses, much to the confusion of the other toys.BQ2008's TS2 Sneak Peek: My Glasses!! by Bearquarter2008
"Where is it?!" Sherman asked, concerned.
"Uh, Sherman?" Jimmy asked, prompting Sherman to pop up and hit his head on another drawer and he ended up falling down to the floor, face first. "Leapin' Electrons! Hold on, buddy boy!"
The boy genius jumps onto the desk lamp and uses it to jump onto a small car on a racing car track nearby. He rides on the car, goes through the loop, and jumped right off landing right near Sherman, who got up.
Well, this isn't the first time Jimmy did something to annoy Sherman a bit. When they first met, he got on Sherman's nerves...a lot.
"Sherman, are you okay?" Jimmy then asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, now remember, when I'm gone, The batteries must be changed, the toys at the bottom of chests got to be rotated, and everyone must make sure to attend Spellingbee's seminar of what to do when you or a part of you is swallowed, Jimmy. Okay? Alright.
The Toys are Back in Town!It was a beautiful day in Toon City, Oklahoma.The Toys are Back in Town! by Bearquarter2008
Near the mall, Phineas and Ferb and all of their friends were reconstructing an old theater that was closed in 1998. Sherman and Penny just arrived.
"What's going on?" Penny asked, confused.
"Well, there's a big movie event this November, and we're reconstructing this Movie Theater for the big event this Thanksgiving." Gerald then replied.
"What's the movie event?" Penny asked.
"You should know." Buford Van Stomm then said.
"Wait, it's a Mitchell Movie Productions Fanmake?" Penny asked, smiling. Everyone nodded. "Well what is it?"
"It's the sequel to the Fanmake based on PIXAR's first ever film." Phineas then said.
"Wait? Bearquarter's Toy Story 2??" Penny exclaimed.
"Yeah, you, Carl, Mason, Cindy, Goten, and all of Arnold's friends will be in it!" Sherman then said.
"Wait, since you play the role of Woody, and since Jimmy plays the role of Buzz, wouldn't that make Mr. Peabody play the role of Stinky Pete the Ol' Prospector?" Penny
Bluth TV biopic 5: American Tail 2First draft so may not be perfect!Bluth TV biopic 5: American Tail 2 by Hedging
WE CUT TO BLUTH MEETING SOME ANIMATORS IN A STORYBOARD MEETING. SPIELBERG IS WATCHING.
Okay, now I apologize for the crudeness of these houses in the village. Spielberg’s gonna bring in some reall photos and you’ll have a better understanding of what to draw from there. But after the main credits, I want the camera to first take a shot of this house in Russia. Then it should cut to a sign on the door that says “Moskowitz” and fool the audience...and I do not want a zoom in shot of it...I want it only to zoom in for a few seconds, then do a cut take to the sign. Afterwitch, the camera moves down here in about 4 seconds to a sign that says “Mousekewitz” which is our hero Fievel AKA Philly’s home. Now afterwards, the first things we should see in the house is Papa playing the violin. And I do not mean first show us the furniture or the kids dancing and THEN Papa, Papa is first thing and I mean that. Now aft
Bluth TV biopic 3: Quitting Disney and making NimhCUT TO COFFEE SHOP NEXT MORNING. GOLDMAN AND POMEROY ARE SITTING ACROSS FROM BLUTH AND HAVE SURPRISED LOOKS ON THEIR FACES.Bluth TV biopic 3: Quitting Disney and making Nimh by Hedging
You’re quitting your job at Disney?
That’s right John. I’m leaving to start my own animated movie company. And I want you and Gary to join me.
Bluth...nobody else makes animated movie except Disney! They’re....special!
They WERE special Gary. Not anymore. When I was a child, every kid in my class would be so psyched about Disney’s movies....Pinocchio, Dumbo....they spoke of those films all the time...and when Bambi came out...I saw all my classmates crying over Bambi’s mom’s death! The reason Disney is losing popularity is because they aren’t trying anymore! And it doesn’t appear like they’re going to get better! So I’m leaving to rediscover the magic Walt did years ago...I refuse to continue to make crap for Disney any longer. And if you guys want to, be my guests...but
Bluth TV biopic 1: BeginningA biopic miniseries that I plan to pitch to PBS this summer! This is the first draft and I'd love suggestions! Pray that this gets greenlit and we see Bluth's glory years on PBS!Bluth TV biopic 1: Beginning by Hedging
THE DISNEY DEFECTOR
DECEMBER 25 2015
FRANK BENTLEY CORY
A BARN IN EL PASO TEXAS YEAR 1937. CREDITS ARE PASSING ON AS CAMERA MOVES TOWARDS A LITTLE HOUSE. WE HEAR THE VOICE OF A WOMAN AS CAMERA IS MOVING CLOSER TO THE HOUSE. IT IS BLUTH’S MOTHER Emaline age 23
IN ENTERS VIRGIL, BLUTH’S FATHER.
(frantic as EMALINE is pregnant and due to give birth any time)
Yes dear?! What, what is it?!
Are Will and Jack back from the movie theater yet?
Not yet dear. How come?
They promised they’d help me out today with my household duties with the baby coming.
Oh honey, you leave those to me. I’m your helper. Not those two.
Dear, we already have seven children. They can help out around the house.
I know dear.
Bluth TV biopic 2:Meeting friends and making BanjoBLUTH TAKES SOME PAPER AND A PENCIL AND PAUSES FOR A MOMENT STARING AT THE PAPER. HE SIGHS AND HAS A “WELL BLUTH, THIS IS IT” LOOK ON HIS FACE. THEN HE STARTS SKETCHING AND DOING HIS WORK FILLING IN THE ANIMATION. WE THEN HAVE A TIME SEQUENCE OF HIM WORKING ON DIFFERENT SCENES OF THE MOVIE. WE WILL SKIP OVER HIS COLLEGE YEARS AND THEATER LIFE AS THAT IS NOT ESSENTIAL, BUT WILL POSSIBLY MENTION IT LATER. WE NOW SEE DON WORKING ON THE SWORD IN THE STONE IN 1961, SIX YEARS LATER. THEN WE SEE HIM WORKING ROBIN HOOD IN 1973. DON IS WALKING DOWN HALL WHEN HE SEES FRANK OLLIE WORKING WITH A NEW IN BETWEENER. IT IT GARY GOLDMAN, DON’S FUTURE PARTNER.Bluth TV biopic 2:Meeting friends and making Banjo by Hedging
Hey Ollie, who’s this?
Hey Don, this here is Gary Goldman. He’s our new in-betweener for Robin Hood.
Yeah, just started today. I hope that I’m good.
It’s really easy Gary. Trust me.
GOLDMAN SMILES AND RETURNS TO WORK. BLUTH WALKS OFF TOO. WE LATER CUT TO A LUNCH BREAK WITH GOLDMAN
The mind is a powerful thingMy eyes wandered over the frozen lake, lips feeling cold and skin dry. The harsh winds slapped against my face, and bits of snow stuck to it. I sat down at the edge of the waterbed, the ice was thin here. It looked glazed when it first froze, but now it was fluttered with a layer of snow. The cracks where no longer visible. As I licked my lips out of habit, my tongue trailed across the scaly dry skin. My face began to tingle, but I kept staring out into this body of frozen water, surrounded by snowy white trees. This is the place where I would once again re-live my final moments.The mind is a powerful thing by Zaiav
The first thing I saw was red, black, and white jackets. They all were puffy and made the kids look like overfilled marshmallows. They ran into the center of the lake. I feared the worst would happen, knowing this lake was deeper than it seemed. Then before I could zip my own green puffy jacket up, it happened. The ice cracked below them, and I felt my feet running. Their screams numbed my ears even more. I co
Blessed to be DepressedI'm grateful I'm depressed,Blessed to be Depressed by tigerbar
in part because I'm blessed.
Not in spite of my depression,
but because of my depression.
It makes me want to die,
piss and moan and cry.
But it also makes me think,
in ways that are unique.
Which in and of itself's no prize,
but for what it helps me realize.
That we are all hurting.
Some more, some less.
But with your hurt I truly empathize.
And for that, I'm truly blessed.
Lightening stormsGod I love the lightning!Lightening storms by tigerbar
How it booms and how it roars!
It echoes through my chest;
makes my heart skip a beat.
And for that second I could almost die,
A pause and then repeat.
God I love the lightning.
The flash, the sound, the rain.
God I love the lightning.
You externalizie my brain.
And then the quiet thunder,
the cool and humid air.
The excitement that is charged and stored.
The damage unrepaired.
It's like you speak to me and say,
let's end it all, this very day.
God you speak so loudly.
It's when you sound most clear.
I wait for the storm to start.
Then stop and reappear.
But there is something exciting going on,
To waken up my brain.
I love the break in monotony.
I love the sudden rain.
There's nothing scary about this power.
It feels like pure release.
And if it ever struck me down,
my heart my be appeased.
I don't know if I accomplished much.
Nothing like a lightning storm.
But for once it makes me feel like
crazy is the norm.
No one is outside; it's quiet once again.
Ode to GodI don't know if I'm brainwashed;Ode to God by tigerbar
I don't know where you are.
I thought I heard you whisper.
I thought you weren't too far.
But the longer that I linger,
the more my light grows dim.
I don't know how to seek you;
I don't how to begin.
Or rather, how to begin again.
I feel like I've more than knocked.
I'm banging at the door.
I've asked, I've searched, I've shouted.
Please leave me wanting more.
Instead, I think, I have my head,
and maybe nothing more.
Empty on a rock that's spinning,
pounded on the shore.
I love you less the more I look,
and for the guilt that still remains.
Every time I look for you,
and am left with just my brain.
God I want so badly to make sense of you
I want so badly to understand why
If I'm too sincere I'm chided
by you, and everyone alike.
By heart is simmering now.
The only miracle I can say,
is that I've been simmering
and lived another day.
It has to end soon, I think.
But please don't let the night
Take over all the hopes and dre
ChopsticksA/N: Set after the JL Episode: Wild Cards but before Taking it Slow.Chopsticks by ShiyaHawk
Shayera was fumbling with her food in the seat across the table, trying to get a handle on the chopsticks. Her head was bent over the Chinese takeout container. Her eyes gleamed in concentration as she fought with the two thin sticks masquerading as utensils. Having finally somewhat balancing them in one hand, she brought them down slowly to reach the the food. She lightly twisted her hand, determined and seemingly very intent on her goal. Slowly, she clenched her hand to bring the sticks together and just as cautiously brought it up. In between the two sticks was one lone noodle. Shayera's face lit up in triumph and she quickly moved her hand up towards her mouth. Her sudden motion caused the noodle to slip from the grasp and back into the container. Her face scrunched up in frustration and disappointment. John found the whole situation to be entertaining and adorable.
"Why did I l
Daddy's Girl"Where does he live? I want his head on a plate!" John yelled as he stormed around the apartment. "I'll blast him before he can even say our daughter's name again. No better yet, I'll get Kilowog and have him rip this kid's arms right out of their sockets!"Daddy's Girl by ShiyaHawk
Shayera chuckled as she got up off the couch. "John just calm-"
"No Shayera I will not calm down! Who the hell does this kid think he is?"
"John," she said as she walked over to him and looked into his eyes. "She'll get over it so just calm down."
"But Shayera," he groaned, his anger beginning to subside. "Do you understand what he did to our little princess?"
Shayera smirked, amused with his argument and irrational behavior. "Yes, I completely understand. But that does not give you any reason to kill him. She's a big girl and can take care of herself."
"I think it give me every reason," he muttered as he began to sulk.
"Listen John," she spoke calmly though it was apparent she was starting to run out of patience.
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Death by SeaI left her dead by the sea shore.Death by Sea by letmechoosemyownway
I left her where the waves were sure to pull her out to sea.
This is what she asked of me, you see.
She told me, days before, that she wanted to be buried in the ocean’s gentle, but masterful grasp.
She told me she wanted to always smell of the balmy salt water that always crashed on the shore.
She told me that she wanted to visit the Titanic, and the bottom of the deepest trench.
She told me that it had been her dream to see what it was like under all that water.
I told her that it wasn’t normal to be buried out at sea.
I told her I would miss how she always smelled of lavender after the rains crashed on our meadow.
I told her there wasn’t much to see on the Titanic, or the deepest trench.
I told her I would miss being able to see her, even on a good or bad day.
She sat at the crest of our hill and told me she knew.
She could sit at the crest of our hill overlooking the blue wonder that stretched to the horizon and tell me she knew.
Getting Exposure for Your Art, Part 1: The BasicsThis was created for the :iconbuild-your-platform: group. Share, join, and enjoy!Getting Exposure for Your Art, Part 1: The Basics by RipleyNox
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Mastering online platforms like deviantArt isn't difficult, but it can be time-consuming. We'll preface this new series with a simple mantra:
"When I do the work, I will get results."
It really is that simple. There will be days when you feel like you're doing a lot with nothing happening in return, but I encourage you to see beyond the beginning stages to the big picture. At first, you are the only one talking about what you do. After a while, others will talk about it too, and then you don't have to work so hard. But you will always have to pay attention and you will always have to give more than take. So just get used to it. The payoff is worth it: getting to do what you love for a living.
Since we are doing this on online platforms like deviantArt and etsy a
ChronometerThe spring breeze blew gently through the daffodils, arching their stems and raising the delicate petals as if engaged in a vibrant dance. They were the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. Enthralled by their elegance, she rose from her bed, and beckoned by their fragrance, she bowed for them, through her window, and gathered one in her grasp. Deftly, she braided it into her hair.Chronometer by EphemeralPlumeria
The road that led to the city was long and lonesome. Asphodel had always enjoyed jaunting over it. Despite the tranquillity of the journey, she never felt more vivacious than when she was strolling over that road, through forestry and plains. Even the city it took her to, while buzzing with more life than any
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