Swat Kats Theoryas you know Swat Kats is an awesome show but i have a theory about Jake L Clawson. see he is my ancestor you see he was an light assult weapons he carried an m60 a leader of the unit he was killed by north korea Sergeant First Class Ferguson was a member of the 17th Infantry Regiment, 7th Infantry Division. He was Killed in Action while fighting the enemy in North Korea on April 16, 1951. ** Sergeant First Class Ferguson was awarded the Purple Heart, the Combat Infantryman Badge, the Korean Service Medal, the United Nations Service Medal, the National Defense Service Medal, the Korean Presidential Unit Citation and the Republic of Korea War Service Medal. then was was reborn into a sexy Kat the name Clawson is ferguson except there is no u in ClawsonSwat Kats Theory7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
SeasonsI still remember…throughout the day, I recalled every last memory of him that I could…memories from the past.Seasons12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
During the summer, when he held me as I fell, and pretended I was his fair lady whom he had saved, where he proclaimed that he never wanted to let go of me ever again.
During the winter, when we wrapped ourselves in each others arms, brushed our hands together under a blanket away from wandering eyes.
During the autumn, when I would receive the sweetest gestures known to man; a kiss or five up the arm in a Persian goodbye, a quick shoulder massage, a pick-me-up hug…
And the spring…it’s where we started out…It was where we had our first kiss.
What he’d given me not only felt like a blessing. It felt like a healing, like something rejuvenating making you glow from the inside out.
I’ll never know exactly what I meant to him…but for me, he was enough to break my soul and mend it all at once.
It felt so wrong
LOK:EOM Vacation in the Spirit World(We open in the Spirit World with a pebble bouncing across the surface of a pond before sinking. We then cut over to see Korra and Asami on the edge of the pond, Asami paddling her feet in the pond while Korra throws pebbles)LOK:EOM Vacation in the Spirit World18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Asami: Hey, Korra?
Asami: You sure that wasn't another spirit you just threw? I don't think I'm ready for another elemental spirit encounter like with what happened with that water spirit.
Korra: Don't worry, I checked these over and over. By the way, did you find your mom and dad yet?
Asami: (sadly) No. Not yet.
Korra: (places a sympathetic hand on Asami's shoulder) Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find them soon.
Asami: (smiles with tears in her eyes) Thanks, Kor.
(Korra returns the smile before throwing a pebble across the pond before it hits a stone wall)
Asami: Did that pebble just say "ow"?
Korra: (groans) Should have guessed.
(A pebble spirit comes up from the pond and wobbles around)
Korra: (pressing her fingers to her temples) Kerikil,
circa 2002may, 2013.circa 200220 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it's raining. or maybe not. maybe it just rained or is just about to start– i never really know, can't pinpoint exactly what's happening, can't hold space in my hands.
but i know that my mother is a drunk.
i am sixteen and my heart is pounding; i just smoked my last cigarette and i can taste it in between my teeth, my hands are wet. it's raining. maybe. i'm crying, i'm not, i am sixteen and surviving.
he stands by the bridge, his hands resting on the guard rail. i ask him if it's raining, i'm never sure and he knows that, but he doesn't hear me and kisses me instead. never just a peck. always warm, welcoming, teeth-clicking kisses. his breath tastes the way poems do: bitter/like smoke/little words eating at your fucking burns/vodka?
are you drunk it wasn't a question. i was all out
Wording the impossible "I'm not talented." she says after having finished a dozen pages filled with absolute love, intertwined with a desire for adventure outside of the caging corners of this reality and a wish for something no one can really describe nor explain, no matter how many words are written about it. I always read those pages, knowing I'll find something special in them even though she can't fully comprehend that.Wording the impossible1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe it's not always good literature, the one that gets published and polished and talked about, even criticized, but I know one thing for sure, it's always lovely to come across and be allowed to read. And one sees that in the way that she writes, for herself, like her world, built slowly and patiently over the years out of the deepest, purest love there is, was part of ours whenever she types. I, as her occasional reader, always admirer, and fervent editor, have experienced the longing in those pages, because when she's saying she isn't talented, both she and I know that i
The Greatest Game RP (GTS)Welcome to Arukana Dai on'na Sekai a world of exploration, beautiful scenery, secrets on each level, and the power of growth not only effects the females but also the world. Once you go inside this wonderful world you'll never want to leave.The Greatest Game RP (GTS)1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1) This is a open world RP that means you can go anywhere you want to start. The levels will be easy or hard on how you do them. Though if you want to do it the proper way. Their will be a title that will give you a hint for which you have to go for a normal route.
2) You have to make a female character since this is a gts rp. Use this skeleton sheet for the character build up.
Age: (depending on the age you choose it'll be a RP easier or harder because this game is between T and M)
Hair: (you have to tell what color the hair is and how long it is like how long or short does the hair reach to)
Eyes: (you have to tell what color is the eyes each eye can be a different color if you want. make up is also allowed)
Breast Size: (You c
LensShe sits at a round table, head down, sulking. A single drop stains me. She takes a deep breath and looks up. There is a boy looking at her. Short, pimply, with a ridiculous blond afro. He has kind eyes. I can tell she likes them, she can't stop staring. They chat. He smiles and says something. I feel heat spread across her cheeks. she looks down, then says something. He takes her hand, blushing.Lens2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She is in an old classroom, surrounded by other girls with a few boys here and there. Some girls are having a conversation in the background. She is diligently writing an assignment. The girls start speaking louder, the stroke of her writing gets darker. The group's conversation is getting more passionate, the girl's writing picks up speed. A cold, thick drop snakes down her cheek, staining the page with frustration. The group laughs, the led snaps. She slams her hand down onto the table, getting up, and shouting. One of the kids in the group gets up, shoving her chest into the girl's. She cle
A Night At Las VegasMoney is the world's,A Night At Las Vegas2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Don't Apologise"Sorry",Don't Apologise2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
An invalid word and phrase.
FlickerColourful festive lights,Flicker2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
decorate my happiness.
Road tripRoad trip2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One friday morning in Ponyville, a white pegasus mare with glasses and a black mane was knocking on another pony's door:"Quoty! Come out, we're gonna miss our appointment with the photographer! You know how impatient mom and dad can be!" Then she heard a voice from the house on the left:"Tease talk, Cyniquote left 20 minutes ago for work." It was Cyniquote's neighbour, Gear. He was a blue earth pony with a green mane and a red tail. Tease Talk asked:"Wait, what day is it again?"
"Friday. And if you're wondering why I'm not working, it's because I got no orders today. Heh, maybe I'm fixing appliances too well."
"Maybe you're sucking up to yourself too well."
"Heh heh, okay, I walked right into that one."
"So, Gear,what do you usually do when you don't work?"
"Well, right now I have a little project in my backyard. Been working on it for 2 weeks already."
Tease Talk flew in Gear's backyard and saw a stange machine. It had 4 wheels, a seat, a steering handle and a few other, less identifi
MilliennialsLazy, they call us Millennials. Ungrateful, arrogant, violent, stupid, all these words slip through their lips and float into the ears of their children. Our generation is not one often looked upon as spectacular.Milliennials3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We are worthless, they say from their pedestals looking upon us through rosy glasses. Back in my day…
Back in your day, they dumped thousands of oil and garbage into the oceans and carbon dioxide into the atmosphere without thought or care.
Back in your day, they segregated people based on the color of their skin or what gender they were.
Back in your day, they glared suspiciously at other countries and spread propaganda.
Back in your day, they decimated farmland creating deserts and panicked causing a Great Depression.
So, what makes your generation so great? You seem so worried about us taking over, that you refuse to let go of the reins. A majority of us care nothing for politics because we suddenly see both sides are extreme. None of us appear to be hard workers and
The Job / Family Health Tree: Rebirth of HorrorThe Job / Family Health Tree: Common Sense & Discipline- The Rebirth of HorrorThe Job / Family Health Tree: Rebirth of Horror3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
-Economic (s) Health Centers
- Building Inspection Refurbishment
- Park Centers
- City, Town, Banking
- Internet as a Law Biding Lending Library-(very akin to mobility and the book mobile)
-Background Enforcement of Work History
-Rehabilitation at an Adult Retrospective & not as Forced Life Habit Inductives
-Fuel Substance Related Economic Divisors, known to the Government as Institution Progressives & Inheritors.
The Castle built to life blood of a free American Environment’s Life Center-as the subtle Instigator of spiritual strengthening.
-With the sense that common sense is the ultimate universal chaos factor.
-For all form’s of Health
-Forms of spiritual faith.
-& economic balance
-It’s the center of the universe.
-It’s the inheritor of all forms of phonetics
-The plus & minus factor’s of life are only ample as survivors of time
Chapter 2 of inside our head"Why don't you let me beat that guy, Red?"Chapter 2 of inside our head4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Because I am not going to gen in trouble for your aggression,"
"Red he touched your girlfriend inappropriately and you did nothing. How are you so passive?"
"King we told his girlfriend,"
" So what? They think your girlfriend is a liar and they called her a sl**!"
"Stop using that'll language,"
"You need to be more assertive. That's why I'm here,"
"I like some of our conversations but other than that i wish you would leave me alone and go away,"
" I appreciate you to. I'm going to sleep. Tomorrow Wil be different."
Un dia para olvidarYo estaba con mis padres en un parque acuático, tenía una piscina, una área de surf, una zona de hoteles y, desde la puerta de entrada, una gigante caída de agua, funcionaba con una bomba abajo de la estructura que expelía agua hacia el canal en donde el agua era transportada en una especie de rampa vertical que seguía al terreno (ya que el parque estaba situado en un barranco natural). El parque estaba diseñado de forma que todas las atracciones y edificios estuvieran alrededor de la caída de agua, incluso los hoteles estaban posicionados después de la mayor fuente de ingresos, y mayor orgullo, del parque.Un dia para olvidar4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nunca me agrado esa cosa, ni siquiera ahora que estoy parada justo el lado de ella mientras mis progenitores están descansando en unas sillas de playa a mi lado diciéndome que todo está bien, no me agrada, siempre tengo la impresión que el canal se va a desbordar en algún momento y arrasara todo a su paso. As
BiteHe purred in a rather low voice. He rubbed his body against mine, nuzzling the nape of my neck with his face. Chills ran down my spine as I squirmed. I knew what was coming, but I didn't know when it would happen. He purred again in my ear…and before I knew it, his fangs sunk into my skin. I moaned for it hurt before I threw him off of me. I rubbed my neck with my hand-trying to ease the pain, but to no avail. I looked at my neck in the mirror. Turns out…my cat gave me a hickey.Bite4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dear mother, I can still remember the years back. When you and I ran around the yard, putting lady bugs in glass jam-jars. You were my idol, the one I admired most.Dear mother,5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Who did I cry to when my skin was patched pink or the cat played too rough? If I remember correctly, it was you. I felt use of bandages and disinfectant was unnecessary, as long as it was you who was taking care of it.
You were the person I enjoyed being accompanied by. Remember Springfield? Remember its crisp autumn days? Your older mind may find it hazy, but I find the memories quite clear. No one, not father, not sister, no one bothered us. The whole afternoon was playing joyfully in damp, crunchy leaves, bring destruction to their piles.
In grade school, I may had begun feeling more independent, but I still felt importance in your presence. You helped guide me through things. Though I don't admit it, it feels nice to be helped.
And you were always there for me.
But where did that go?