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TalonsHis talons sunk into the baby rabbit as i watched. I wondered if I should feel sad. Remorseful. The bunny was dead but the hawk had the same right to live too right? Where does it cross the line between right and wrong? Where does anything? Sometimes I wish life could be just black and white. That make everything so easier. Why gray? Why maybe? Why someday? Black or white. Yes or no. Now or never.
OffsetI looked up the word offset today. It's a verb that means to counteract or place out of line. Like you do whenever you argue with me and i can't understand why. You confuse me more then anyone I've ever met and i can't decide if i like it or not. Offset is my new favorite word.
DefinedI don't like to be defined by anyone or anything. No person can know me well enough to define me. No machine. Nothing. To fully know me you would have to be me. And even then you can't describe a person with one word. I don't understand why people try.
DissapearSometimes i really wish I could dissapear. Vanish into thin air. Without a trace. Without a tack. Where would I go? Wherever I want. No one could stop me. Not one person. Then I go back to earth and I know that i can’t and the scariest part is that I can’t decide if I really want to or not.
SpiralEverything always spirals out of control. Theres always chaos always disorder. I like it that way. Much more fun don’t you think? Besides control never last forever but a spiral goes on and on and on and on. No beginning no end.
WavelengthsI don’t understand wavelengths. I don’t understand you. I know wavelengths are waves taht are sent to our eyes and our ears. I know that when they reach you you see a picture or hear a sound. I don’t know how that works or why it won’t work for me. No one seems to see me or hear what i have to say. A little attention would be nice. It would make my day.
OrphansOrphans. People who have no one who cares. No one who wants them. No one who loves them. No one at all. Everyone has an orphan inside. Someone who feels no one cares. No one wants them. No one loves them. Some people spend there whole life searching. Some ignore it. But if you let it out and admit how you feel, someone will come, someone will care. That's a good friend. A good friend never leaves you alone, unless. A good friend never abandons you, unless. A good friend never leaves you to fend for yourself, unless. Unless they know you have found someone else who cares. Someone who wants you. Someone who loves you. That person who cares, That person who loves you, that person who wants you. That person is you. It's always been you. So start caring and wanting and loving. Then you'll have so much love you'll love someone else. Then you'll be a good friend. Funny how that works, huh?
ConfideIf I confide in you, it's not because I love you. I love a lot of people. If I confide in you it doesn't mean I trust you. I trust a lot of people. If I confide in you it’s not because I care about you. I care about lots of people. If I confide in you it's not because you mean a lot. Lots of people mean a lot to me. If I confide in you it’s because I respect you and I like you too much to lie. I don’t like and respect a lot of people.
The Adventures Of F-Team Cont.“HOW MUCH DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR YOU TO LEAVE US ALONE!!!!!???????” White Man shouted glaring at Forever Alone Man. “DO! NOT! WANT!” pedobear yelled while Ghetto Girl said words that cannot be repeated. Flasher sighed obviously wanting to be out flashing people but instead they were all stuck inside their evil lair. It was filled with a lot of screens that were hooked up to cameras they had hidden in town. Mostly Pedobear watched those. You can figure out why. There were also tons of junk food and stuff like that. Even their own pool. And all of this had off course come from the money of none other than White Man. Who said crime didn’t pay? The only bad thing any of them could find when it came to crime was… Forever Alone Man. He was their self proclaimed #1 fan and super annoying. He was always following them around and begging to be apart of their team. “Look *BEEP* when i said that you should *BEEP* call yourself Forever Alone Man I only *BEE
Lifestyles With Minerva Mink Episode 12The following episode of Lifestyles With MINERVA MINK(R) is rated....
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At the STARSTRIP joint, lots of male customers going ga ga for the most
attractive winning champ for defeating the most unstoppable kickboxer
ever around the planet.
HARVEY: THERE SHE IS, GENTLEMEN!
THE GRAND KICKBOXING CHAMPION IN THE WHOLE WIDE FRIGGING WORLD!
(got her championship belt while wearing her sexy b
Mpreg Dating and Ed's JulietteWe returned to curriculums after a week of absence, catching up on all the missing school work took its toll on each of us. As did the love in the air. During the lectures and after class, all I could think about was Rebecca Fannigan. She sat a row down from me and eight chairs to the right, and at times I would catch her peeking over her shoulder and pursing her gentle lips at me in a smile. Her almost black chestnut hair was always perfectly curled and her green eyes lit up my heart like the green flash at the end of a sunset. An angel in my eyes.
I know it sounds cliché, only such a vixen would never take to the likes of me: a shaggy blonde with nothing but a faux arm, child support, and a guardian to my name.
So I went to my last resort for asking advice.
"Yeah, she's in one our of classes actually." I explained to Taylor as we cleaned up from earliers lab, stuffing the rest of the scopes into cabinets.
"So, ask her out." He shrugged, a quick tone in his voice.
The Stori of Hte Saroti Koeiji CH6FINALSO satori swas trapped in thte bosx of invisble while eren and reaise n make weed.
"Youll ne veeer get awya wit ht his eren jaegar!" sadi stori/
"Hh aHA HAH HAhh aHHA hh a AHA Hhah fuck you we aleady have u lil bitch" said eren
Sato ri pulled out a nohter spleencard and ryelled "RECOLLECTION-MASTER SPORK" AND BROke throug h the invsble cage and she were free!!!!!!!
Stroi and eren wre face to face (resin ran aywa becas ue she sa little bitch) in a mandrake batte!
After stori complte her master spork spleencard, eren pulled out a specclard and shouted "GALAXY IN A POT". Th en satori was surdongded by pentragrm (ILLUMINATI!!!11!!) tihgnis which barfed colrful raindbow potatoes and hda homing snowballl bulets. Stori dodeged them bu t eve nrtually go th it by a starayy buller!! Stary was kaknockered to teh ground the n pinned down bdy eeirring.
"STORI YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR RIME" said eren
"Orly?" sad satori
AND THEN AT THAT MOMETN UTSUSHO MOTHERUFUCKING REIUJI SPLEENED THO
Life At Ponderosa: Survivor CriticA green jeep pulls up to the front doors of the mansion. The driver gets out and let Survivor Critic out who just walks away to the mansion.
“Doesn't anyone ever say thanks?” The driver complained before leaving.
“I don't believe this was an accurate elimination.” Critic explains. “Obviously the producers were rigging to fully eliminate me because I would of won in the end.”
“Well, well, well.” Frost says standing in the kitchen. “Someone obviously should of kept me.”
“Please I only did what was right for my game.” Critic returned back. “If I was going to win, I had to eliminate you.”
“Yet you still went home after me.” Frost smirked at him.
“Who got the higher placement?” Critic smiled at her.
“He's obviously trying to piss me off.” Frost growled at the camera. “I'm not falling for it, he’s out, he won't be winning the prize so I'm happy now.
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 15“Oooooh, Oooooh, Radioactive! Radioactive!” I sing loudly, as the water beats down on my exposed back. I stand beneath the midget shower I installed myself on the second floor of my bookshelf. It isn’t flash, like a real shower, but it serves its purpose. Mum and I cut up one of those flour sifters and strung it up to resemble a showerhead. All I have to do is pour water into the bucket suspended overhead and presto! You’ve got yourself a fully functioning mini-shower! “I raise my flag, and don my clothes… it’s a revolution I suppose…” I continue to sing, whilst lathering soap over my tanned skin and feeling the warm water rinse it off. Droplets run down my hair ant the sides of my face. “We’re painted re-“
“Will you shut up, bro?” A voice yells over my singing. I wince slightly at its amplitude, having no ear protection on at the moment, but it doesn’t bother me too much.
“You sing in the s
PP: TAN Chapter 3None of Mrs. Bennet’s well honed skills—her blunt, forceful inquiries; her belligerent, incessant badgering; her wild and baseless suppositions—drew any favorable response from her husband as to Mr. Bingley’s alluring wealth . . . of personality . . . and character. Of course. In lieu of answering, Mr. Bennet would simply lick a finger and turn the page of whatever piece of literature occupied him at the time, a practice he employed, much to the bewilderment of his wife, even when not in possession of a book; and so she contrived to gather her information through the time-honoured means preferred by all proper civilizations: Gossip, which Lady Lucas gladly gave, as it made an otherwise ignorable character somewhat pertinent to the narrative at hand, if only briefly. Lady Lucas declared Mr. Bingley to be excessively agreeable—young, handsome, well endowed . . . with a bounty of riches . . . and of highest import, to be attending Hertfordsh
Drex The Leptolapsus - Murder and MadnessDrex The Leptolapsus
Murder and Madness
Chickens cried out in terror as I pounced for glory! Wings flapped and feathers littered the air inside the coop! As they made a break for their escape, I chased them in hot pursuit, ecstatic with the thrill of the hunt.
Suddenly, from outside, the farmer's door clattered open and the voice of a strong, brawny man shouted, “Girls! What's gotten into you!”
Farmer Brom hurried to the entrance of the chicken coop, leaning back in shock once he saw my sleazy form pounce on the last chicken out—my face ripe with glee as I felt my paws pin the bird to the ground!
“You!” Brom exclaimed!
I peered up sheepishly up at Farmer Brom.
“How the devil did you get past my traps!” the brawny farmer hollered. “I laid em out especially for you! Get off of that chicken!”
He was an intimating human being, so naturally I scuffled back a bit, le
Digital Mess 2 Chapter 32Scheda X
Rebeccah "Rebecca" Hitomi
Digicard: Agumon's Triple Baby Flame
Digivice: A lavender fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: DigiDestined
Attire: A pink shirt, a blue jacket, skinny blue jeans, a purple belt for her digivice, a purple flora mini pouch around her neck, and purple boots.
Appearance: Purple hair and eyes
Talice "Alice" Alicia
Attire: A blue scarf, a red-orange dress, black leggings that touches her knees, an orange balloon pattern mini pouch around her neck, an orange belt for her digivice, and orange sneakers.
Digicard: Guilmon's Rock 'n' Roll Breaker
Digivice: An orange fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: Digidestined
Appearance: Blond hair w
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 4It isn’t hard to notice that the blonde haired kid in front of me is both annoyed and freaked at the same time. His mouth hangs agape, like someone’s decided that it would be funny to unhinge his jaw. I’m tempted to roll me eyes at him, but that wasn’t going to be the best strategy for making friends. Man, I wish he’s stop staring, though. “Well, I’m pleased to meet you.” I pull off a cheeky grin at… Thomas? Yeah, I think that’s what he said his name was. In seconds, he’s tensed up, causing my smile to fade a little. Why can’t he just act natural? When he doesn’t make a move to reply, I sigh under my breath and pick myself up from the checked pencil case to inspect his drawing, which is a rough sketch of a teenage girl. The way he’s captured her doll shaped face and outlined the detail in her flowing hair astonishes me.
“You’re good.” I comment as I stand beside the thick sketchbook. S
The Adventures Of F-TeamThe Adventures of F-Team™
“Introducing the F-Team!!
“First there’s FLASHER!! She has the power to flash any person anywhere. And she does. Her signature trenchcoat is a symbol of villainy everywhere. Feared (and weirdly enough supported) by many she is one of the worst villains out there.
Next is PEDO-BEAR!! With her famous bear ears and tail she has the powers of every Pedofile anywhere. So watch out kids because she's watching you.
Than there’s WHITE MAN!!! And you guessed it, hes white. He has the all the powers of your stereotypical white man. Super rich he pays off people to do his dirty work while he golfs and plays ping pong. Don’t let his money fool you he’s super racist!
Last but not least is GHETTO GIRL!!! The most censored villain of all time, she is the self-proclaimed leader of the F-Team. She carries around a broken bottle and is always wearing her signature bandana. She has all the powers of a Hi
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