Best Damn WomanWhen I was younger, my home life wasn't really conducive to having friends. My only friend for most of my life was my cousin. We were only a few months apart in age, but we felt like twins. Finished each others' sentences, would text the same things to each other at the same time, could sense when the other was in pain or just needed a pick me up. We invaded each others' lives and were the last person we each said "I love you" to at the end of the day.Best Damn Woman1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A little over a year ago, she was killed in a car wreck along with her husband. But there are times I still get those feelings. Still want to grab my phone and send a text. Sometimes, I've actually sent the text and then I wonder who the person is on the receiving end. They've never responded. Not sure what I'd do if I did get a response.
I miss her more than I've ever missed anything. Even her faults. Like when she'd take over my house and force me to do something I didn't want to do. Joining dA was one of those take overs.&
Memories*walks into the room and stops in the middle*Memories2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"You think you know about humilliation? You don't. Maybe you know a thing or two, I don't know. Whatever. But I can tell you something. Humilliation is a weapon. A weapon some people use to take down people they don't like or the ones they envy or even the ones they see as weak. I've felt it. I was the target of these people for years. And I suffered in silence. Why? Because I didn't want others to worry about me. And every time I tried to fight back, I only made thngs worse. I was a kid, I didn't know any better. But the worst was the anger I've biult up within. The anger that makes one wish for a demented and twisted revenge aganist those that hurt others just because it's fun. I planed to kill some of these bullies. I even planed to kill myself and put an end to it. But I'm still here. Me and the emotional scars. Scars that will never heal, no matter what. I don't even know why I'm sharing this with you guys. Maybe it's just something I
MenaceTick. Tock. Tick. Tock.Menace2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Silence lay heavy in my grandparents’ house; it always had. In the dim and musty cavern of the den, a stray shaft of winter light speared the shadows, dust motes moving sluggishly in the colloidal suspension of time. Only the slowly-swinging pendulum of the grandfather clock marked Change’s wake, commemorated the fallen hours of afternoon.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I turned another page in my novel, the crisp sound of paper loud in the empty room. My family would be returning in another day, with all its tumbling rambunctious cacophony, like a circus let off-leash; as much as I missed them all, I was uncomfortable envisioning so much noise and color and motion invading the quiet, orderly stasis I had become accustomed to. Nothing had changed in this place for decades. The burn-scars on the carpet, the worn upholstery of the furniture, the cast copper horses on the clock — all was as it had been since long before I was born. A small creature gone
Out of the Ashes He burned down their house by the road. He built a fire in the middle of the living room floor and sat warming himself 'til he saw the fire was out of control. Then he staggered up and walked the path to his mother's house in the middle of the night.Out of the Ashes6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He told her, "Our house is on fire."
She didn't believe him because he was drunk and, drunk, he was a constant liar.
"Just go to sleep on that couch and leave your baby and wife alone here," she said. She went back to bed and slept, but also checked on him to be sure his little family wasn't bothered by his drunken lies and abuse. She could control him as his mother.
In the morning dawn, a farmer from down the road a piece knocked on her door.
She hurried to answer. People were still sleeping and the knock sounded urgent.
"Missus, that h
Fast Forward to a Few Years Later Although they never met, my two best friends had much in common. Both of them shared my enthusiasm for martial arts. Both of them had silly sides that matched my own. Whenever I talked to either friend, we felt equally at ease alternating between trading jokes and discussing serious topics within our limited experience.Fast Forward to a Few Years Later2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Most importantly, I had to wait nine years after they moved before I could be reunited with them.
At the age of nine, I had moved from Alexandria and started fourth grade at an international school in Cairo. I had enrolled in an after-school Tae Kwon Do class and was told by the instructor to wait in the corner of the room for class to begin. Sitting cross-legged on the ledge of a large window was a tall brown-haired boy in glasses looking intently ahead. I walked over to the boy and asked if I could take a seat. With a nod of approval, I sat next to him and we began to converse. He introduced himself as Mikael Hedegaard from Denma
Well, shit: the story of my first almost-crush.Today, I’m going to tell you all about my first almost-crush. I say “almost”, because I didn’t really have a crush on him. Rather, I refused to have a crush on him. Because if I had a crush on him, which I definitely did not, then I would have gotten drawn into some dramatic and super clichéd high school love triangle, and I did NOT have time for that kind of idiotic insanity in my life, no siree! I had exams to take, grades to make, Thanksgiving pumpkin pie to bake – there was no room left for the ridiculous topic of relationship drama.Well, shit: the story of my first almost-crush.3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At least, that’s how it was before my best friend decided to start asking me for guy advice. Every. Single. Day. I mean, I love her to death, and she is an absolute genius, having won a Google essay contest her freshman year and gotten a 34 on the ACT while taking four AP classes, but I still question her logic in coming to me to talk about guys. Espec
DA bestiary [Read if you own a specie please]Journal.DA bestiary [Read if you own a specie please]3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm doing myself something like a DA species bestiary.
Want yours to be in?
All credits will be given and stuff, if I'm allowed to, I could draw some individuals of your own race (of course I won't keep em or sell if you won't allow me) just for fun and to have the bestiary complete.
Each one of them will be in alphabetical selection, so it will be easier for everyone to find them own and probably I'll do it under a Powerpoint thing, using Photoshop and SAI to make pics or to add em in the sheet etc.
What do you think?
If you approve, send me your species but fill this form please:
Specie name: [no need to explain]
Specie info: [all the infos plus the pics of the race]
Allowed to draw: [Yes or no]
Allowed to keep one: [I mean to draw one to keep for me - Yes or no]
Allowed to insert to the bestiary: [yes or no]
Original or fandom based: [Like if completely original or a specie of pony, cats, etc who belongs to a specific fandom]
Confessions of a Dom 1As a little girl, I was taught not to trust men. One of the first things I was taught was how to use them. It started with old hollywood movies as soon as I was old enough to understand. When I was around 5 or 6 my mom told me to watch closely as John Wayne's co-star seduces him. Oh I paid attention to that fine ass woman alright, but yo, John Wayne knew what was up on how to get them. I didn't want to use men, I wanted to be like them because to me they were a symbol of strength and I understood that at an early age. I still learned all the strategies my mom expected me to learn from women of old hollywood movies because when you're a kid you don't understand right or wrong. I didn't dislike being a woman, but I just wanted to command as much power as a man in society. Gender seemed irrelevant to me because anything that turns you on is acceptable to me as long as there is consent. There is nothing wrong with being grossed out by fetishes either because the opposite side of the spectrConfessions of a Dom 11 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A Rant“Cheer up. You have a lot of things to be thankful for that others don’t have. You’re pretty, you’re smart, and your parents are together.”A Rant3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If someone says those words again, I think I might snap.
Just about everyone has a metaphoric anchor—typically a discomforting circumstance or memory—that brings him or her down. Mine is my familial situation.
A lot of people are misled to believe that I’ve had a supportive, loving upbringing. Nothing is farther from the truth. Yes, my biological parents are married. Marriage is not synonymous to happiness though, and in this case, is quite the opposite. My mom says she would’ve left my dad a long time ago if it weren’t for this—my brother is disabled. It’s a struggle caring for him, and I can’t imagine one person doing it. Thus, I can’t really blame my mom for staying with my father. However, the situation we’re in due to the fact that we’re all still i
How I Found Love Through SonichuAuthor's Note: Incredible though it may sound, the following is a true story. I've wanted to tell this for quite a while now, and since it's a rather special day for a rather special someone, it seemed like just the right moment. I hope you enjoy this account of true love and horrible webcomics, and please feel free to wish :icontatsunokoori: a very happy birthday!How I Found Love Through Sonichu5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How I Found Love Through Sonichu
"Keep going! This is looking to be one hell of a story!" - TatsuNoKoori, May 5, 2012
That comment was the first one I'd received since starting my deviantART account and posting the first tentative chapter of the story that would soon become CWCollateral: A Tale of the Resistance. I'd been intrigued by the infamous webcomic Sonichu and its creator, one Christian Weston Chandler, for about a month at that point. Somewhere along the line, I decided to try my hand at re-imagining the story from a different perspective...that o
To-Do List: September 201402-09-2014 Eight year old jealousyTo-Do List: September 20143 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
15-09-2014 Condoms and mushrooms
19-09-2014 Icecream tips
30-09-2014 Take me off your roster, I can't come out to play
30-09-2014 She's not the kind of girl who does things in halves
30-09-2014 Is not afraid of blood tests and enjoys black jellybeans
To-Do List: August 201408-08-2014 4am thumb warsTo-Do List: August 20141 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-08-2014 Red wine brush
18-08-2014 Tell your mother i'm sorry
once.Ein Buch schreiben für die Frau, die man liebt, dachte ich gestern beim Erwachen, was für eine peinliche Idee. Das muss ich alles nur geträumt haben. Nein, es ist unvorstellbar, so etwas wirklich zu tun. Das würde ich nie machen. Schliesslich bin ich erstens Junggeselle und zweitens unverheiratet. Doch dann kam ein SMS von Julia. Sie schrieb, sie sei auch überfordert gewesen – jetzt erst recht wegen dem Buch. Also hatte ich es doch getan? Ich musste entdecken, dass ich das Buch nicht nur geschrieben, sondern auch ausgedruckt, gebunden und nach Madrid gebracht habe. Und jetzt hält Julia es in den Händen. Es gingen noch ein paar SMS hin und her, bis wir uns endlich entschlossen, uns doch zu treffen.once.1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meistens schenkt man ja dem Umstand, dass man einen Magen hat, keine besondere Beachtung. Ich meine damit, dass man nicht oft durch die Stadt geht und sich denkt: „Ich habe einen Magen“, so wie man vielleicht manchmal durch die Stadt geht u
To-Do List: June 201406-06-2014 Listen to your feetTo-Do List: June 20141 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-06-2014 Nobody knows what a dinosaurs penis looks like
08-06-2014 Cats, cuts, chai lattes and croissants
Confessions of a Dom 2No one can handle the truth, but it is not because we do not want to know it, there is just too much pain. It is in the realm of fiction where we compromise with our escape into fantasy with our need to tell the truth that no one can handle in reality. People are priceless. Objects have value. To own something outside of our own bodies is an instinct that every living thing obeys without question. Ownership can be in everyday things we don't even think about. Even the act of consumption is an act of ownership, which is where I suspect that is where the current term for "self entitlement" comes from. I was born self entitled. It wasn't a choice. I didn't feel self entitled, but I had the power to command. A presence if you will. Its something that is hardwired into my physical existence that I have spent my whole life trying to control.Confessions of a Dom 21 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
All doms deal with an anxiety of controlling the power they have because a true dom never explicitly wants to force someone against their will. A real d
doce.Es gibt ja eigentlich nur zwei Religionen auf dieser Welt: Entweder glaubt man an die Wiedergeburt oder nicht. – „Stefan, neiin, wo denken Sie hin! Ein Fussballspieler ist doch nicht gebildet!“ – Wer nicht an die Wiedergeburt glaubt, muss an das ewige Leben glauben, welches ausgerechnet nach dem Tod stattfinden soll, was ich noch originell finde. Hier haben wir Christen, Muslime und Juden, dort Hindus und Buddhisten. In beiden Fällen muss man sterben, um weiterzuleben; denn keine Religion glaubt an den ewigen Tod. Es gibt zwar Leute, die glauben, dass der Tod endgültig ist, aber die nennen sich nicht Gläubige, sondern Wissenschaftler. Die glauben nicht, die wollen wissen, weshalb sie auch „Ungläubige“ heissen. Obschon natürlich gerade das mit dem ewigen Tod genau genommen auch Glaubenssache ist, schliesslich gibt es keinen wissenschaftlichen Beweis dafür, dass nach dem Tod nichts kommt.doce.3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Die Monotheisten meinen, das Dasei
To-Do List: July 201415-07-2014 I think everyone's felt like they've wasted so much timeTo-Do List: July 20141 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Us. The biggest reason I wanted to go to the People’s Climate March was because I was pretty sure it would make history. I knew that hundreds of thousands of people would be there and I wanted to be part of it, I wanted to be part of history, I wanted to have a story to tell later on in my life. It would be a peaceful procession of individuals raising awareness for global warming – a gathering of people who cared about what happened to the environment, taking place along Central Park West in New York City. The streets would be closed for us and it would take hours. That was what I knew. But I had no way of measuring how extraordinary it would be.Us.1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That morning, the 21st of September, I rode my bike south along 12th avenue. My plan was to park it downtown and then walk uptown to where my friends were going to begin the march. It was a gray, overcast, humid d
GreyhoundHe was a greyhound.Greyhound1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tall, a full head of dark hair, slim as a model. His limbs moved tantalizingly slow and graceful, as if he lived on another plane where time ticked slower. I found myself wondering if he could run as fast as a greyhound. Protruding collar bones, a long thin neck, an Adams apple, ripe and red. Long slim fingers grazed his hair periodically. I've seen him in briefs, and even tho hairless, he was just right, even tho his hair wasn't my usual fancy, it looked just right on him. There was nothing on him or about him that would make me notice him, but I still did. Not a crush, nor a platonic thing, in my head he was only worth one painting, one brush stroke to immortalize this tall beauty. He probably noticed me staring, more than on one occasion, but I don't mind. Admiration never insulted anyone, did it?
trece.Heute gingen Nico und ich in den Prado, was ein Museum ist – das erkennt man an den vielen Bildern, die an den Wänden herumhängen. Wir stellten uns vor das erste Gemälde und betrachteten es eine Weile. Danach verschoben wir uns zum zweiten Gemälde und betrachteten dieses eine Weile. „Wie lange muss man ein Gemälde jeweils betrachten“, fragte ich den Freund, „steht das in deinem Kunstführer“. – „Wenn wir schon hier sind und bezahlt haben“, sagte er, „will ich alle Exponate sehen und darum müssen wir schön der Reihe nach gehen.“ Oh-oh, machte es wieder in mir wie Rainman, gleich kriege ich wieder einen Anfall. Die Gefühle kamen im Galopp und dann gingen die Pferde mit mir durch. „Hör mit dem Dampf auf, du Teekessel, es braucht mir keiner Feuer unter der Blume zu machen“, sagte der Bugs Bunny. „Jeder in seinem Tempo“, sagte ich. Das hatte unser Turnlehrer atrece.2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Smash Bros. 3DS Mii ListMyself (gunner)Smash Bros. 3DS Mii List2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My Brother (swordsman)
His friend (swordsman)
Miley Cyrus (brawler)
AJ Lee (brawler)
Jill Valentine (gunner)
Eva Marie (brawler)
Summer Rae (brawler)
Chie Satonaka (brawler)
Rise Kujikawa (brawler)
Vida Rocca (gunner)
Vannelope Von Schweetz (gunner)
Katy Perry (swordsman)
Claire Redfield (gunner)
Lara Croft (gunner)
Joan Reese (gunner)
Stephanie Foley (gunner)
Billy Ray Cyrus (swordsman)
Michael Sweet (swordsman)
Ozzy Osbourne (swordsman)
Ronnie James Dio (swordsman)
Cornelia li Britannia (swordsman)
Demi Lovato (gunner)
Hayley Williams (gunner)
Wonder Woman (brawler)
Tifa Lockheart (brawler)
Black Widow (brawler)
Mitsuru Kirijo (swordsman)