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Bridgette wrote: "What on Earth does LOLZ mean? Laughing Out Loud... Xylophone?"I just realized I made a terrible mistake... I meant to post Laughing Out Loud... Zebras! Lol! :D
This is one of the funniest pictures I have ever seen!
Heres a little somthing that I made up today:If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then a word must paint a thousand pictures.
Tyger, Tyger burning bright,In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
My English teacher has recited this poem far too many times. :(
I believe that books (and movies) should be marked Clean or Unclean... Ok, I know that movies are rated but its not that way for books. I hate picking up a book and flipping through it and running into unmentionable words/phrases etc. COME ON AUTHORS!!!! THAT LANGUAGE IS FOR IDIOTS!!!!!! ((Sorry guys, but its true...))
The Pixar Theory.... look it up. ;)
For those of you who were lazy enough not to read my earlier comments.... I will post again; Look up Scotland's national animal, it is pure poetry! :)
Don't push something too hard, It might break.How do you know if you are about to push something too hard? Well.... its all up to the thing you are pushing.
Don't let yourself get put down, and if you find yourself on the ground... JUMP UP!
"I didn't fall, the floor just needed a hug."
•My wife tells me that if I ever decide to leave, she is coming with me. - Jon Bon Jovi
"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education." - Mark Twain
Best friends: They know how stupid you are and still choose to be seen with you in public. - Anonymous
If your friends don't make fun of you, they're not really your friends. - Anonymous
Am I the only one that likes to re-read my rp lines?
I am who I am, no matter what anyone else says or thinks, I am still me... and that will never change.
Does anyone else see an increase in natural disasters recently? And other disasters? Yea...... a big increase!
I am jealous of those who see math like that *snap*For some of us, including myself, it takes *snap* X 25.
I like radio edits (Not the rapping ones, I'm talking about the blanking out the bad words), Although it bothers me that we even need them. We shouldn't.
"If you find me obnoxious, annoying, smart-aleky, either you have acquired a new friend or you don't like me. If you have acquired a new friend, congrats! If not, and you think of me as those listed things... well, to put it simply, I don't give a chap-stick."
For those of us who have long eyelashes almost every day we get the question, "Are you wearing mascara?" Then for those of us who don't its more of a statement, "Whoah! You are wearing mascara!"
Have you ever heard of Studio C? If you haven't, look it up. It is a series of clean comedy videos.
Books are amazing, we always seem to like the ones that have happy endings and hate the ones that don't. But in a totally different category are the ones where nothing happens.... then we just put them down.
Some people think happy endings are boring, others cry with happiness at the happy endings.
"If someone tells you that you can't, turn around and say watch me."
I made a collection of a few of my own quotes and poems and such.... I would appreciate it if someone would be kind enough to tell me if these are way too cheesy or not. :) https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/...
Sooo... for you Hobbit fans out there who don't know yet... The Hobbit: The Battle of The Five Armies trailer has been released! :D
The next few posts will be some of my favorite RP quotes. :)
June's shoulder muscles tensed as the hair on the back of her neck stood up, "If you could quit staring," she growled, "then I could at least attempt to organize my thoughts before deciding whether or not to break your nose again."
My character: Cress's frown deepens as she looks at Alistair, "Do you have authorization to interrogate prisoners?" Friend's character: "I found him." he says, "SO technically he's my prisoner."
My character: She rolled her eyes, "So now we're reduced to the playground rules? Finders keepers losers weepers?" Cress smirked.
She leaned closer to the bars, crouching down, "Because I don't think that anyone deserves to be put in a cage. Not even a tiger."
"Tsk. Tsk," Lyn shook her head with mock disappointment, "Tigers never learn do they?"
The mountains line up with their blue-silver trim,While behind them the shadows lengthen and dim.
The trees seem to shrink as the distance grows cold,
and behind the white turns crimson and gold.
Yet before darkness takes whole power,
there is but one simply short hour,
when the Sun shines in its full beauty and glory,
declaring and sharing its hard won victory.
The promise that light will again reclaim,
the lands that were once part of its domain.
The cold tugged at my long, grey fur and the snow crunched beneath my paws as I climbed the rocky cliff-trail. The small pack, my pack, had never endured such a cold season. It became so cold in our valley that we had to leave.
We left for many reasons, like food. There was not enough of it to feed five adult wolves and two middle-aged pups. Another reason was the icy winds that brought snow, my pack couldn’t live in them a moment longer, but things were worse in the mountains. The snow seemed to fall in waves, the ice clung to everything, the wind howled at us, and the sun hid in a fur coat of grey.
We have been traveling through, across, and even around the Rocky Mountains for only three days now, yet we are exhausted and starving. This is not good. The two alphas, Kito and Mara, are snappier than usual. Bask and Alla, the betas, were lagging behind. Flick, the omega, was off hunting nearby. Then, there is Ren, my brother, and I. We were right behind the alphas in the small path that they carved for us through the chest deep snow. The path was shallow, but still too deep for Ren and I to walk confidently.
Kito tilted back his head and howled the “Come gather” howl. My brother and I closed the distance between the alphas and us in seconds. Bask and Alla arrived minutes later, panting. Flick didn’t come.
Kito growled, baring his teeth in annoyance. He was angry. Alla, Bask, Ren, and I hunkered down in the snow, trying to look smaller. When Kito was angry, bad things could happen. He probably would have left Flick behind when we left the valley, but Mara wouldn’t let him. Mara was nicer than Kito, but she was still an alpha.
Kito howled again. This time it was an agitated “Come gather” howl. We waited. I looked around for Flick’s familiar brown tail, but it never showed. I whined. Flick had been our playmate, the pups I mean.
After a long wait in the freeing snow Kito tilted his head back and howled yet again. This howl was very different from the previous calls. It sang of loss, sorrow, and pain. The “Death and loss” howl. One-by-one we all joined in. First was Mara. Then, Alla and Bask. And, finally, Ren and I.
Once we were done with our song Kito took the lead and Mara walked at his side. The pack continued our long trek. As I walked I thought. I measured the odds of the rest of us surviving, wondered when our next meal would be, what our new home would look like, when we would stop and rest for the night, and how long we would be in these mountains.
I began to hear strange noises coming from the forest to my right. I sniffed the air and sneezed. I have never smelled that before. I was curious but I kept walking. After a while the smell got stronger. I crept off the path. None of the other wolves noticed.
I crept around snow-covered bushes, under the remains of iced trees, and past cold rocks until I found the source of the strange smells and sounds. Lying in the snow, just under a bush, was a small, white bird. It looked like a grouse from the old valley but white was the wrong color.
Instinct took over and I crept around the bush, towards the bird. My paws hardly made a noise as I pushed through the snow. Once I was close enough to the prey, I jumped. This bird was very easy to kill and looked delicious. I would eat it now, but the alphas had to eat first. This was pack law, all wolves follow it.
I followed my own path back to the main trail, dragging the dead bird with me. When I found the main trail I dropped the bird. There were no other wolves in sight. I tilted my head back and howled the “food” howl. I stopped and listened for answering howls, none came. There was no noise except for the rustling of the wind in my bird’s feathers.
I howled again, more urgent this time. I heard nothing. I whined. Either they were too far ahead to hear my song or… maybe dead.
I steeled myself for the worst, picked up my bird, and continued on the path that Kito and Mara had made. After a small while my limbs grew heavy, the food seemed to also, but still I pushed on.
The trail became steeper, more windy, and rockier. Suddenly, the trail split. I looked one way, then the other. I chose left.
No more than eight steps down the trail the hard, frozen, ground gave way to a very tall cliff. I turned, dropped the bird behind me, and crept to the edge of the drop. There, on the ground below, barely visible, lay two lifeless bodies. Wolf bodies. I whined and looked back to read the tracks.
Ren had fallen. Bask had caught him. The snow had given way. And they had both fallen to their deaths.
I tilted my head back and watched the snow fall on my muzzle for a while. Then, I let loose a howl. This was a new song. It had not been sung before. This howl sang of sadness, fear, anger, loss, grief, and a call. I was calling the remaining pack members, but they could not hear my needful cries.
I felt like my song could be heard for miles. I felt like it should go on forever, but I had to move. My mouth carried the bird, my paws carried me. I followed the trail that Kito, Mara, and Alla were (hopefully) still traveling on. I am scared, yet I still have hope.
I continued walking until I thought I would drop. I dug into a snow drift just off the trail and slept with the dead bird at my paws.
When I woke the trail had been nearly covered in fresh snow, but there was still enough of it left to follow. I ate my snow-bird and immediately felt better, yet worse. I had given none to Mara or Kito, but I assume that they would understand if they were still here.
A wolf is nothing without their pack, I thought miserably as I trudged along, paws dragging. Flick, gone. Ren, gone. Bask, gone. I winced as every name and face flashed in my head. I know I should leave the dead in the past, but a wolf pack had ties deeper than the moon and start.
Suddenly, the trail was fresh! I could smell Kito, Mara, and Alla! I began to run. The trail soon opened up to a large view of a beautiful green valley.
I threw back my head and howled. This song was not sad, nor full of loss. This song was glad, exited, warm, welcoming, promising, and sang of new things.
Three howls answered mine.
I was lost.
I am found.
And now, I am home.