Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup.ablicon Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.Old Spice-Different Nations and Cities15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gang
A Comparison of Windows Versus Linux ArchitectureA Basic Comparison of Windows and Linux Atchitecture.A Comparison of Windows Versus Linux Architecture13 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
Note: this is not meant to be an in-depth explanation of either Windows or Linux or their respective architectures. Rather is is meant for people with little knowledge of either, or who only have knowledge of one, to understand why these two are so different (and I admit to some bias in favor of the Linux concepts over the Microsoft one.)
If you know Windows, then you may have a general understanding of most of this information, but even if you are a long time Windows user, you may not know much about the internals of how it works, so this may help you.
Microsoft Windows originated from the DOS operating system. DOS stands for Disk Operating System and was meant as a method for allowing computers to access larger amounts of data than could be easily stored on RAM or ROM chips. Windows grew from DOS as the Graphical User Interface pioneered mainly by Apple became more and more prevalent.
In it's most basic sense, Windows
GratitudeIt's hard to believeGratitude21 hours ago in Letters More Like This
that it's been 6 years
since I joined dA,
and began showing myself to the world,
making new friends,
and staying in touch with the old.
It's been 6 years
of learning and trying new things
while developing my skills
as both a writer and an artist
as well as learning how to better communicate ideas.
In these 6 years
I wasn't always there
when things got tough for others
but there was always someone there
to help pick me up when I was down
.things i've learned in.15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
the last few months:
-friends are expendable.
-so is sanity.
-you can like girls and boys
and neither and either.
-it is possible to
exist while half your soul
is jutting out of your body.
-change does not help
-you can't bring back the dead.
-but you can hold the dead in your
arms when their eyes won't close.
-and when you make pacts with god,
remember that you're still upholding
so many promises with him in the first place.
-you're not suicidal, just human.
-maybe just a little less human than
-devaluing people doesn't
help your social anxiety.
-you can't run away from job
opportunities just because
you think a colleague is whispering about you.
-but you do get a choice on which job to take.
-and no, you're not so worthless that you have
to settle for a job you know you'll hate.
-and you do have a right to be paranoid.
-you don't have to write your sister.
Letter's to Divorced Dad (Girl Writer) Dear Daddy,Letter's to Divorced Dad (Girl Writer)16 hours ago in Letters More Like This
I hope to clear things up with you. I have been a selfish prick and I know I have been hurting you. At the time, I didn't realize the consequences picking her over you. I wanted to stay where I knew people, had more family than those liars living with you, and doing things I wanted to do. In doing this, I was hurting you so you started doing what you always did when you got hurt. You lashed out. You say that I have stabbed you in the back, but in all truth I was looking out for my best interest and you were trying to get your pride back. I'll always be your daughter, Dad, but I don't want to have the life that you were put through. I want to be with friends, I want to make you happy, but I can't make everyone happy now can I? I'm sorry, but I need you to understand. I'm a teenager. I'm going to be selfish, I'm going to be lazy, and I'm going to hate everyone every now and again. So stop pouting and be my father and not a wounded anim
CourageCourage is not inherent - it comes from action in the face of fear.Courage12 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
The writer in godAmong artists I believe there are a few things that unite them all. Art itself is complex thing and the making of it consists mostly of struggling to go beyond your own capabilities and postponing the wish to hang yourself. Artists make the most beautiful things; one might paint a work of art more beautiful than the reality, or sculpt something so extraordinary that you wish it were just a little bit more alive. Now some might want to argue, but written word is no different. We writers can sketch situations just as well as any painter. It is just through different means.The writer in god4 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
So I want to sketch a scene here for you. I will start with some silly lines and vague impressions.
Let’s say there was once a powerful being, an omnipotent creature, so imaginative and so creative that he had the universe at his fingertips. And If I must believe that which is written down in the bible explains that god created the world and mankind in seven days. Then we are a form of art are we not? We come for
Fake friends Vs. Real friendsFake Friends - Have never seen you cry.Fake friends Vs. Real friends14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Real Friends - Cry with you.
Fake Friends - Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
Real Friends - Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.
Fake Friends - Know a few things about you.
Real Friends - Could write a book about you.
Fake Friends - Would knock on your front door.
Real Friends - Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"
Fake Friends - Will help you up when you fall over.
Real Friends - Will jump on top of you and shout "pile up!"
Fake Friends - Are for a while.
Real Friends - Are for life.
Fake Friends - Will read this.
Real Friends - Will copy and paste this, just like I did
Carta a quien no sabe leerAy, ay, ay ay… *Negando con la cabeza* Esta gente que no sabe usar el DeviantArt, se cree que es una red social y uno sube “estados” en vez de poemas o “fotos” en vez de dibujos describiendo lo que hizo y/o le pasa con la impetuosa necesidad de que todo el mundo se entere de ello.Carta a quien no sabe leer15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Es verdad que los artistas crean muchas obras explayando sus más profundos sentimientos, pero también hay obras que brotan del aburrimiento, de la mera inspiración sin fundamento alguno en su vida, o incluso a raíz del pedidos ajenos ¿Acaso un escritor escribe un crimen porque desea acecinar a alguien? ¿O un guionista es capaz de expresar maravillosamente un drama porque lo vivió? No, no es una rareza poder expresar sentimientos que a uno no lo invaden, es una habilidad que todos tenemos, sobre todo quienes disfrutamos y estamos acostumbrados a escribir.
Ciertamente me encanta escribir historias con sangre y drama, y a la vez expr
neun.Einmal hatten wir ein paar aus unserer Klasse eingeladen. „Wir“ heisst Till und ich, und „ein paar“ heisst auch Mädchen. Wir wollten Pretty Woman sehen, aber Till war natürlich dagegen. Till wollte Top Gun. Er zog mich beiseite, um mich zu warnen. Till hatte Pretty Woman schon gesehen und wusste darum, dass es eine Kussszene auf einem Klavier gibt, die viel zu gewagt sei für eine solche Gesellschaft. Aber Luzia war auch dabei und so war Till schliesslich in der Minderheit. Luzia hat ja jetzt auch ein Kind, seit langem schon eigentlich. Tja, das waren damals die Modis, die man mal mehr und mal viel mehr erfolglos umwurbte. Beatrice war auch so eine. Da staunte ich natürlich nicht schlecht, als ausgerechnet Till ein paar Wochen später plötzlich mit ihr rumknutschte, zwar nicht auf einem Klavier, aber auf einer Party.neun.4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Es war Till, der mich schliesslich ermutigte, den Brief zu schreiben. Ein Liebesbrief sah damals standardmässig et
About terrible Russiart.com/op-edge/west-leaders-uk…About terrible Russia18 hours ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I'm confused. A few weeks ago we were told in the West that people occupying government buildings in Ukraine was a very good thing. These people, we were told by our political leaders and elite media commentators, were 'pro-democracy protestors'.
The US government warned the Ukrainian authorities against using force against these 'pro-democracy protestors' even if, according to the pictures we saw, some of them were neo-Nazis who were throwing Molotov cocktails and other things at the police and smashing up statues and setting fire to buildings.
Now, just a few weeks later, we're told that people occupying government buildings in Ukraine are not 'pro-democracy protestors' but 'terrorists' or 'militants'.
Why was the occupation of government buildings in Ukraine a very good thing in January, but it is a very bad thing in April? Why was the use of force by the authorities against protestors completely unacceptable in January, but acceptable now? I r
More than you can Shake a Stick at: W3: D3The idiom ‘more than you shake a stick at’ means ‘there is more here than can be easily counted’.More than you can Shake a Stick at: W3: D321 hours ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
So I can quite easily say that I have more Yu-Gi-Oh cards than I shake a stick at. My entire collection consists of two full folders, six or seven fifty card decks plus one deck of forty (making a total of at least six hundred and forty cards in decks alone) plus a large pile of cards awaiting to be housed into more folders.
Out of all these cards I do have my favourites. One of which happens to be Lava Golem which can only be brought into play by sacrificing two of my own monsters, then it comes into play under my opponents control, which having an attack strength of 3000 is not something you want to be giving away, however Lava Golem has a rather unpleasant side effect, for each turn you have it on your side of the battlefield you must sacrifice 1000 of your life points. A hefty sacrifice to make. When I then combine it with Spellbinding Circle or Shadow Spe
Free art, anyone??Would anyone else like free art while I am still in the drawing mood?Free art, anyone??1 hour ago in Letters More Like This
(has to have a template I can look off of to get the correct colours and markings. You can make your own template on dolldivine.com if you don't already have one)
Has to be some sort of animal :3
Random Thoughts: Fixing The Secret World.Random Thoughts: Fixing The Secret World.3 hours ago in Letters More Like This
This is a thread I wrote back in August of 2012 ~
**I'm posting this here on DeviantART for future reference, as I might
return to check back on The Scret World, later this year.
If anyone reading this is still playing TSW, feel free to let me know if
any of this has changed and how. ^_^
Original Rant/Suggestion (Thread) Concept:
Ok, so I've been seeing a lot of hate for TSW from many reviews as well as news *(blog) sites like Joystick.
So, with the monthly "promise" of updates coming from Funcom into TSW... I'll try to simplify "why" TSW is viewed in such a negative light, despite being relatively good Vs. a typical MMO. *(helping Funcom understand their game ~ and what "can" be fixed).
Diaries of A Mad Girl To Her Invisible FriendI could not resist wishing you a happy Friday, today and always!Diaries of A Mad Girl To Her Invisible Friend4 hours ago in Letters More Like This
This song will forever remind me of Fridays and parties. It will forever remind me of you and all the good times we had
P.S. It is Friday and I love you, my dear friend!
El primer dia de clases - Parte 3Previamente de la parte 2...El primer dia de clases - Parte 323 hours ago in Letters More Like This
María:¡Hija!¡Despierta!Hoy toca estudiar :V
Yo:¿Cinco minutitos más? (?
Yo: Bueno...*Se levanta de la cama*
Yo: xDDD ¿Faltan muchos?
Vic: No :I Ya íbamos al cole :v
Yo: Siempre soy la ultima QAQ (?????????????????????????????
Yo:¡Oh! ¡Ahi esta sonia!*Va hacia ella* ¡Hola Sonia!
Sonia:¡Wiiii! ¡Hola! :3
Yo:Que bueno que nos ha tocado en el mismo grupo
Yo: Bueno,nos vemos en el otro descanso,adiós!
Todos: Ok,bye!*se van a sus respectivas aulas de clase(???*
Todos entramos a las aulas....
Growing Up Transgender: (Rant about boobs)You're literally born knowing what they are. Babies and adults alike love 'em. Bikini's would suck without 'em. Yep. I'm talking about breasts, boobies, tee-tas, bra-bros, shirt potatoes, brangos, my humps my lovely lady lumps.Growing Up Transgender: (Rant about boobs)3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I knew I wanted boobs before I knew what the appeal of boobs were. All I knew is the moment my peers at school started talking about how "Brittany's bikini bust looked bountiful." since she came back from summer vacation. (I played with the words a little. To be honest I'm not sure if I actually went to school with a Busty Brittany or not. But honestly, I think we all know a Busty Brittany. Whether their name is Brittany or not.
Before the talk of cardigan coconuts began I'd almost forgotten that some day I was going to need them. When I began identifying as a girl no one my age had boobs. (Except that one girl who got her boobs in 3rd grade. Yeah, you know her. Hey Brittany.)
You have no idea how awkward it is to ask your dad for training bras that would "hold
Little Linnet's Stupidity (Part 1): Scissors!At three and four years old, I was a curious child. I was figuring out more about the world, my surroundings and whatnot. I especially learned about sharp objects, specifically scissors and razors. I was as curious as I was dimwitted. But hey! My experience with those two objects helped me understand what happens to hair when it's cut!Little Linnet's Stupidity (Part 1): Scissors!9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My parents would buy Barbie dolls for me. I thought they were pretty. While little girls would dress up their dolls, I would do the exact opposite; I took their clothes off. I also had them kissing.
I knew no better. Looking back, it was good to know I supported gays and lesbians.
Over time, I began to discover and explore scissors. I saw my mom always cutting paper with scissors. I've seen hairdressers cut hair with scissors. I had an idea. I cut the hair off my Barbie dolls, wondering if it would grow back.
My mom saw this and told my dad, "At least she hasn't cut her own hair!"
She would soon eat those words.
One day, I had a thought. If these scis
ExhaustedIt's five A.M. I am surrounded by the darkness of my room and can feel the aches and pains in my body fron sitting in one place for too long. I was sitting on my legs mostly because there isn't enough space in my room for a chair or stool, so my leg is a poor substitute, but a substitute nonetheless.Exhausted4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have been playing Grand Theft Auto V with my friends Ricardo and Matthew for a least fourteen hours at best, though I think it may be a little bit shorter than that.
We had spent all night together simply completing missions for our online characters, so they could both level up, and also have a little cash in their pockets for a later date, but the missions were soon running thin and we were all confronted with an option of a mission, a race, a parachute jump, a survival and some other thingsb aswell.
Matthew and myself had played the survival earlier that day and had managed to reach round seven before we had to give in a continue doing jobs, but now we had Ricardo, so this was a
Observation on Female Athleticism Or Why I RunI've been running faithfully since the beginning of February, and it's starting to show, as numerous people have commented, some several times, on my changing shape. “You look so skinny!” or even, “You're just wasting away to nothing!” It's meant as a compliment, I know. It's what society has told us (especially women) that people (especially women) want to hear when they're clearly reaping the benefits of their lifestyle choices. But that's not why I run.Observation on Female Athleticism Or Why I Run12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I distinctly remember Mom reading the Just-So Stories to me when I was young. The way she told about the Mother Jaguar in “The Beginning of Armadillos,” dispensing killer's insight “ever so many times” whilst “graciously waving her tail” particularly stuck in my mind. She was strong and sage and serene. I wanted to be like her.
I want sturdy limbs, limber joints, capacious lungs, an effective heart. I want to be able to go longer, faster, to have the times I need to st