Random Fact Number Three and FourThe Bouquet and Garter TossesRandom Fact Number Three and Four6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Originally, after the bride and groom said, "I do," they were to immediately go into a nearby room and consummate their marriage. And of course, to make it official, there had to be witnesses. So, wedding guests would crowd around the bed, pushing and shoving to get a good view and get a piece of the wife's dress as it was quite literally ripped from her body.
(( Pretty fucking creepy, huh? ))
Sometimes the guests would help get the process going by grabbing at her dress as she walked by, trying to get a lucky thread. After a while people finally realized how creepy this was, and decided that for modesty's sake, the bride would toss her bouquet as a distraction as they couple made their getaway and the groom would remove a piece of her undergarments and toss it back outside to the waiting throngs to prove he was about to, "seal the deal."
[VIRUS] L.F.A.T.N - Ch 3 - The Tanabata ShowdownFusho, District centre, Secteur Sukai[VIRUS] L.F.A.T.N - Ch 3 - The Tanabata Showdown1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
25°C à l'extérieur
"Riicki... Je ne peux pas rester à la maison pour une fois?"
Oui, je me plains d'une sortie - ce qui n'arrive jamais. Mais là était un cas extrême, car aujourd'hui, le sept juillet, est le jour de la fête de Tanabata. Fête que j'adorais plus petit, et que j'aimais beaucoup moins étant junior. Même si j'adore l'ambiance; un, on me force à porter un yukata et j'ai horreur de ça, deux, y'a trop de monde, trois, je m'étais entraîné dur ce jour ci et j'étais fatigué. Mais môssieur-mon-Sensei m'avait ordonné de me changer en me passant mon yukata (noir et bleu/vert) et m'avait tiré dehors.
"Non! Puis y'aura Astrid et Jim si ça t'intéresse" répondit-il, en s'installant sur sa moto. Je le rejoins et i
.:Sto procent mozgu:. - "Według teorii strun poruszamy się w świecie, który przenika co najmniej 10 wymiarów..:Sto procent mozgu:.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cztery z nich są dla nas obserwowalne. Pierwsze trzy tworzą siatkę, w której żyjemy i nadają wszystkiemu wymiary: wysokość, szerokość i głębokość, natomiast czwartym wymiarem jest czas. Teorie superstrun zakładają istnienie aż 10 wymiarów lub 11 (gdyby wliczyć zerowy wymiar, którym jest kropka kwantowa).
Fizyka kwantowa opisuje dokładnie pozostałe wymiary. Piąty wymiar można sobie wyobrazić jako rozgałęzienia na osi czasu, która przedstawia czwarty wymiar. Tak więc, piąty wymiar to nasze możliwości wyboru ścieżki życiowej. Szósty wymiar tworzą możliwe równoległe światy, czyli światy w których powstały zupełnie inne piąte wymiary ni
Hot situationThis afternoon was so good, it's raining and it cooled my room. It's the best feeling to rest. I took a nap and had a dream. It's like a torn movie when I woke up because I know that there's something happened before but the only thing I can remember was that I was working in my room, yeah, in my room and it was really hot in there. The working table was different than in the reality. It was a bigger table with a right corner. There were 2 computers turning on, one was playing a ads video, and another one was something that I couldn't recall. I was replying with a friend through GMail about my strange sickness on my old phone. There were also about 5 phone which were the same model like my old phone, but it's broken already. Its condition was like it's melted by something. I stopped because my father came and we talked about something and then he went out. I continued replying the email and then I felt like I want to cough, then I closed myHot situation1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
which homestuck character should i cosplay?i wanna cosplay homestuck character for a con i am going to next year. but ... i ... am having trouble coming to a conclusion of who to cosplay as, here are the choices i am thinking about:which homestuck character should i cosplay?1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
dog tier jade
yeah ... that's all the ones i wanna do but idk what one DX please help? :
cosplay is hard :[cosplay is so hard!DX i can't find a skeleton morphsuit for my bf's kurloz cosplay but apparently it is IMPOSSIBLE to find a morphsuit that matches his -.-"' if anyone knows where i can get one that can be shipped to canada please help>3cosplay is hard :[1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hectic HalloweenAlrighty people, time to get your masks and your candy and your costumes and cosplay and your scary movies and your MJ songs and your Tim Burton makeup because it's HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, my favourite holiday! I tell you, I spent the last two months figuring out what Alfred, my imaginary friend, should dress up as. We finally came to a conclusion of either Michael Jackson or Ziggy Stardust, (we were shooting for Ziggy Stardust) and then Al goes and tells me that he wants to go as the guy from that viral video The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon.Hectic Halloween1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Alfred: Hey! You didn't let me go as what I wanted to last year, so.. Deal with it! (Puts on sunglasses)
Yeah, guess you're right. The thing is, I completely forgot about it. And also I was mid-crisis. Anyway, we worked it out, you're going as Jareth from Labyrinth.
Anyway, being a kid who's been out on many Halloweens, I know the dynamic of the night, and the problems in that dynamic. One of the biggest proble
Where's Thomas?one afternoon Timothy was taking a passenger train up the ffarquhar Branch and he just arrived at the Ffarquahar station as he was slowing down to a stop he noticed the station master looking up the track leading towards the ffarquhar quarry. "Good afternoon sir" called Timothy as he a haulted near him. the Station master turned around a little startled "oh, Timothy, it's you" "is everything alright sir? you're not usually this jumpy" Timothy asked "i'm just worried about Thomas" he replied looking back up the line this caused Timothy to become slightly worried "Thomas? why, what's wrong with him?" "he was sent to the Ffarquah Quarry about an hour ago to fetch some stone trucks, but, he hasn't come back, i've phoned the Quarry to see if he's still up there but they said he left with no problems" Timothy was now even more worried for all he knew Thomas could have had an accident "may i please look for him sir?" the station master agreed "if you could Timothy" Timothy was uncoupled fromWhere's Thomas?1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
UntitledAround my thirteenth birthday my at the time single father, got remarried to a woman named Amanda. I never really liked Amanda, but she did have a daughter who quickly became my best friend. Her daughters name was Charlotte, and when i saw Charlotte for the first time i think my heart skipped a beat, pale smooth and flawless skin, long silky black hair, and beautiful emerald green eyes. (not to mention how nice her boobs and butt were, like damn, you're fifteen, you're not allowed to be that hot.). Charlotte was always very nice and caring, and turned out to be a great step-sister.Untitled1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Now, my dad was in the military so he wasn't home, A LOT. So most of the time Amanda looked after Charlotte and I. You see, the point of the story is, that Amanda had very strict rules, (that i often broke). And Amanda believed in child punishment without harming her children. You can guess where this is going. So yeah, Amanda had a set of dual sto
Meme thing1. What is your fursona's name?Meme thing1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. How old is your fursona?
I actually have no idea ha ha
3. What is your fursona?
Some weird Chausie x American Shorthair x British Shorthair x I dunno man mix.
4. How much time have you had your fursona?
Since 2005, so...Several years. *Waves hand* Dunno. I'm horrible at doing math in my head.
5. Was your fursona inspired in something?
Erin Hunter's Warriors series.
6. How much art do you have of your fursona?
Umm...too much to count? I have a lot of sketches and stuff I haven't submitted, though surprisingly I focus more on doodling my other OC's than Hawk.
7. You made your fursona or you buy it?
8. Did someone ask if your fursona was for sale? (If yes, what did you say?)
9. Why you consider your fursona special?
They're really just...me. Everyone and everything's special in their own ways, really, so does the word even have much meaning anymore?
Two Kinds of PeopleMy mom always used to tell me that there were two kinds of people. The Right people, the ones who believed there was a something, if not a God, up in the sky that created mankind, and the Wrong people, those who did not believe in a God or a heaven or even in Hell. I grew up this way, thinking I would grow up to be a Right person, believing in a magical man who awaited people with open arms in a beautiful white utopia, where people wore beautiful, white robes and had large, feathery wings. Where harps were heard everywhere, and where no one could hurt you. Where all the bad people, the killers and druggies, went to Hell, where they were punished for all the horrible crimes they committed.Two Kinds of People1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But, as I grew up, I started to think a little differently. That, maybe, there wasn't a God or Heaven or Satan or Hell. Maybe, we were already living in Hell, and we didn't realize that what we were doing, all the buildings being constructed and the people trying to change it, wasn't working because y
I Dalton - A scuola... di guai!Era una fredda mattina d’inverno. La neve cadeva in grossi fiocchi dal cielo grigio, e il vento piegava le fronde degli alberi.I Dalton - A scuola... di guai!1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nicoletta entrò a scuola, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
disse la ragazza, tenendo aperta la porta in modo che anche loro potessero entrare.
esclamò William, con un brivido.
si lamentò Averell, osservando i suoi vestiti, bagnati a causa della neve che vi si era sciolta sopra.
sentenziò Joe, e i quattro fratelli si cambiarono.
esclamò William, e porse alla sorellina una delle uniformi di Jack.
sorrise la ragazza, abbracciando Jack e William Corse nel bagno e ne uscì un attimo dopo, indossando una maglia a righe gialle e nere, ed un paio di pantaloni gialli.
sorrise. Corse lungo il corridoio, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
rise lei, correndo verso le scale.
Si sedette sul corrimano di metallo, e si lasciò scivolare giù.
Joe, Jack, Wi
Puzzle PiecesPuzzle PiecesPuzzle Pieces1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Guided meditation at the philosophy club: my space was a burgundy hotel room. Laying on a large canopied bed with soft sheets, I stared lazily up. Asa woman in raven hair and black dress leaned against a dark oak post. She answered my questions and listened to my fears. I asked for confidence to do the things I always imagined doing: asking for a kiss, smiling and gently raising a hand to brush her lips, walking with a sense of purpose and a warmth in my chest.
Six years ago the idea of this was inconceivable, I had told a doctor that I didn't want to get married or have any kind of romantic relationship. I wasn't aware of it at the time but I was afraid that a relationship meant being myself. Even if I was crippled with loneliness and constant longing, I professed a distance that deep down, I didn't want. I was ostracized anyway. Everyone was telling me to be alone—why should I try to change? Self-acceptance was terrifying and it was easier to act cool and aloof, a
To Be LovedTo Be Loved1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Pepe called out. No one helped.
She went over to them. They ran away.
She sat down and waited. No one came.
That’s how it was for hours in a community center’s parking lot: A bedraggled, black cat desperately beckoning people to acknowledge her. Pepe was dirty and matted; she clearly lived many years on the streets. And by the looks of her frail form, kind handouts were few and far in between.
“Get away from it!” shouted a middle aged woman, rushing by while the cat brushed her legs.
“Oh, it looks rabid!” concurred her companion as they ran into the community building.
Despite the cold body language and harsh words, Pepe sat by the door, mewing and waiting; hoping they would see that beneath her old alley cat body, was someone needing to be loved. But eventually, the cat’s pleas began to wane. Her heart filling with tears.
No one was coming out. All they did was glare through the window, waiting for ‘it’ to go away.
thinking of auditioning for let's read homestuckSo. I am thinking of auditioning for a narrator for the "let's read homestuck" series on youtube where they read out the webcomic "homestuck" but i am kinda scared >.thinking of auditioning for let's read homestuck1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cry X Ib: Part 2The brunette pair wandered through the gallery, searching through obstacles and puzzles of all kinds. Through darkness, paintings, monsters, and more, they kept walking.Cry X Ib: Part 21 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ib wondered endlessly about the Tall male as they searched for Garry. Why did he wear a mask? Wear did he come from? Was Cry his real name? She thought about it.
"Hey kid, you ok?"
Ib looked up, realizing she was daydreaming. "Huh? Oh...yeah.And I'm not a kid. I'm 17"
Cry's head tilted. "You sure? You looked like you were lost in thought."
"I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"That's specific..." He then went quiet.".......... Is it about boobes?"
Ib couldn't help but laugh. "Not a lesbian, thank you!" Cry smiled underneath the mask. "See? I made you laugh! Must not be serious thoughts." Ib rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but only 'cause you have a good sense of humor. Hey...... What's that?"
Ib pointed down a corridor. She could see a very strange silhouette down the hallway.
Cry then turned s
UncoupledQuarrels of hate,Uncoupled1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Screams of relief.
AkaiDalia: The WarThere once was a kingdom with so many people who lives there. The people had different jobs they could have: there were the worshipers of the queen, the ones that were worthy enough to live in the castle, the loners, and the knights. They Knights and some other worshipers were called either "white knights" or "fangirls". The queen herself, AkaiDalia, was a wonderful queen, at least her people though so. The people respected her because of her wonderful art, but even though her kingdom was oh so great, there were the "haters" who would always try to attack the queen an get he to change her ways, but many of the kingdoms people, including the knights, would protect her and try to make the haters go away. There was one knight (I totally forgot his name, but i know he was a super sonamy fan, thats what I had heard) who would always protect her so much, he was called the Knight of all knights. I don't know about this, but so far all I know was that I was the only loner in the kingdoAkaiDalia: The War1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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Nestled in a little dip of the earth in central Alabama lies acres and acres of tall waving corn stalks that rattled in the breeze, blankets of dusty green dotted with wisp of leftover white cotton, and the protruding spikes of Christmas trees preparing for the holiday season. A lone dirt road wraps around and through each of these but for the majority it was the sole strip past the vast corn field. On such road rattles the old spoked wheels of a horse drawn wagon. Pulled by two great beast and commanded by an old farmer in a checkered button up top and his wife with grey hair in a tight bun. They greeted the old woman dipping apples in hot melted caramel, the young lady weaving ropes to create folksy decorations with crosses and beads, and the two hispanic men chatting away in their native language on the back of a pickup.
Two white houses with long wrapping porches followed on the old dirt road, the homes of the farmers from which the old dusty farm got its name.
On a brownie highI have a sweet tooth, a chocolate tooth and a filled tooth. The latter is a result of the former. In order to keep the filling in its proper place and not yank it out mid-chew, I avoid chewing sticky foods on that side. That means taking a bite of the chocolate, transferring it all to the side which is yet unmolested by the siege of sweetness, and chomping it one-sidedly to slush. My jaw does not like this arrangement. It protests. I insist that I’ve received the “overload” memo. It puts up banners and waves flags. It sends a whole “too much strain on this end” message through flag-waving signals. Finally, I give in. I cut back on the chocolate input through chocolate bars and look for substitutes instead. Chocolate mousse. Chocolate cake. Chocolate ice cream. Chocolate choco latte. You get the idea.On a brownie high1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is every chocoholic’s dream to find something that is rich but not overwhelmingly so. I discovered my something the day I started experimenting with