Upon these truths I stand : InspirationUpon these truths I stand : Inspiration2 hours ago in Written Suggestions
Hmmm, well, I'm not much of an expert on explaining this.
Inspiration is a wonderful thing. You don't know when or where it will strike you.
Heck, you could be in a prison cell and BAM! you're inspired to write a book on prison.
Although its hard to find, its easy to lose.
Maybe you forget. Thats fairly common. (its why I carry around a notepad, too.) I mean, forgetting happens to everyone. And it sure sucks when you loved that idea and you forgot it.
But its not always forgetting.
Someone could reject your idea and you lose all faith in it.
You lose your Inspiration.
Or maybe you just have a block. Just a giant block in your way and you're rather piss
Horrific Truth CMTitle: Horrific TruthHorrific Truth CM2 hours ago in General Fiction
Pairing(s): Bloodshed/Thornstriker; Bombrush/F!Soundwave
Warnings: AU, angst, death, gender bend, het, human, mobster, violence
Thornstriker had been looking forward to going over to Bloodshed’s father house that night. She had only met the man a few times, but she enjoyed his company. Bombrush was very nice to her and always acted like a gentleman. She couldn’t understand why Bloodshed and him didn’t get along well… Well, more like Bloodshed didn’t seem to like Bombrush all that much. It was easy to tell that Bombrush cared deeply about his son.
His wife, Soundwave, was nice too. And incredibly beautiful. Not as friendly as Bombrush, but Thornstriker knew that had to do more with her personality than anything else.
It had just been the four of them that night. Bloodshed’s half-siblings were apparently over at Soundwave’s sister’s house because Bombrush had wanted a more intimate meal among a
Here's the truth...Let me just be honest here since I've pretty much had this on my mind...Here's the truth...3 hours ago in Personal
I hate myself.
Ahh yes, like everyone, I do hate myself. My body, my academic skills, my...everything really.
If you were to look at me, you'd think I'm just chubby...but I always do that I'm fat. I know I'm not, I really do. But I just view myself in such horrible ways...If it were up to me, I would never go places. I feel like people are judging me by the way I eat, swallow, hell, even how I breathe. But I know their not. I think that others just don't like me in general. But I know some do.
I do try my best to be positive of myself. But it never seems to work out. I either feel better then go back to normal, or just stay the same. I never go to liking myself better. And I'm positive I never will.
I think I'll never get the guy/girl I want
I'll never get the body I want
I'll just never succeed the level of self respect that I want...
But the one thing that changes that is the people who talk to me, compliment me
The truth of Donald trumphttps://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3WHyX0KEqUwThe truth of Donald trump3 hours ago in Personal
This video will explain his true intentions
Shades of Pink Chapter 4Shades of Pink Chapter 44 hours ago in General Fiction
Shades of Pink
The group of five stared at the rattling object stunned for a few seconds and just before Gwendolyn opened her mouth to cast a spell the canister burst open and a glowing white shape emerged from within the canister and began to grow and as it did Gwendolyn and the others eyes widened at the sound of screaming.
As it formed the body what was before them looked patchwork and multicolored, more a headless being made of limbs more than anything the only thing visible was the gem laid itself into its body. As the group of five stared in horror the creature before them the thing reached out and grabbed the person who happened to be nearest. Garnet.
As she was pulled forward and held in its hold Gwendolyn’s eyes widened at the sight that behind her glasses as Garnet had three eyes. As for Peridot’s bubble Pearl managed to absent mindedly catch after Garnet’s man-handling had gotten her to release her hold on it.
Not that it matte
Enchanted: A Forgotten PrinceChapter 22.Enchanted: A Forgotten Prince4 hours ago in General Fiction
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition.
Disclaimer: Most characters are the property of Bioware, no copyright is intended.
Some spoilers are contained in this story. Also, I'm switching around the written perspectives from what they were before. Enjoy!
The scent of horse flesh and manure filled my nostrils as I entered the stables at Skyhold, quiver strapped onto my back and bow slung over my shoulder. Dawn had just arisen over the earth, and the night before I had given orders to Solas, Varric, Blackwall, Iron Bull, and Dorian to meet me there to prepare to move out to the Stormcoast at first light. Setting down my pack of supplies I held in one hand for my saddle bags, I lifted my un-gloved hand to slide along the smooth oak of the stall doors, a soothing feeling passing through my fingertips. I passed creatures of all kind: bog unicorns, chargers, harts, everything one could imagine emerging from a fairy tale.