Show Less SkinShow Less SkinShow Less Skin2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This is my message to women as a man. Here is a short list of reasons why women should dress modestly:
1. Showing off too much skin attracts the wrong kind of men, and the right kind of men either ignore you or are annoyed by you.
2. Showing off too much skin sets a bad example for other women.
3. Showing off too much skin used to be shocking, but it is now so commonplace that it has lost its effectiveness.
4. Showing off too much skin also shows a lack of creativity.
5. Modest clothing keeps you warmer, which can make going outside more appealing and save you money on your natural gas bill.
6. Modest clothing reduces the amount of time you have to spend putting on sunscreen.
7. Modest clothing gives fashion designers more room to express themselves.
8. Modest clothing allows you to more easily conceal imperfections on your skin.
9. Modest clothing makes you look classier and more elegant to men like me.
10. Modest clothing has a greater surface area, w
Hotel Near The RacecourseHotel Near The Racecourse4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hotel Near The Racecourse
Hotel near the racecourse,
It's really chaos.
Press are running round the place,
Cars the topic.
Fans getting on each other's nerves.
It's too warm.
Next door tv's on.
Really loud some football match.
My head is spinning,
Need some aspirin.
I'm on the fourth floor,
Good view of the racecourse.
And the stands that will packed.
Come race day,
Some toast then leaving,
To avoid the rush for seats.
Saved every penny,
Avoided bar nights
To come and see this race.
Paid for tickets
Paid for the room
That cost the earth.
And the cost was worth the price.
The drivers near by,
Seen two upclose,
Walked past a third in the hall.
My mind is buzzing.
Was worth the waiting,
For the race I'll see on the track.
Ositos de gelatinaOsitos de gelatina7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Un osito de gelatina
Vive sus sueños junto a su amada
E intenta llorar
Sabiendo que su cuerpo es solo una ilusión
Sin más ser que el todo
Ella prefiere ensordecer el pensamiento
Envolviéndose junto a el
Camuflando sus cuerpos en un abrazo
Los dos juntos en su mundo
Los dos solos entre la multitud
Giran un vals de grises alegrías
Escucha sus lamentos, el juego de su latido
Entretanto su mundo cambia con un correteo
Con letritas de colores fragmentándose
Ella pregunta que es una lágrima
Para descubrirlo solo en el momento
En el que son devorados
Aspergers - The Curse We Bear:~ AloneAspergers - The Curse We Bear:6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
~ Dark minded
~ Kids with Asperger's/Autism feel like they're alone. No one understands them. It's like everyone you know hates you and you don't know why.
~ The rate of Autism:
20 years ago: 1 in 10,000
5 years ago: 1 in 500
Today: 1 in 166
Twenty years from now: ?
~ The puzzle pattern on the ribbon reflects the mystery and complexity of Autism/Asperger's. The different colors and shapes represents the diversity of people and families living with this disorder. The brightness of this ribbon signals hope - hope through research and increasing awareness throughout the world.
~ Everyone is unique!
~ Autism and Asperger's are life long disorders.
~ Love make
TrueSoprano's guide to obnoxious metalheadsThe Fake Metalhead:TrueSoprano's guide to obnoxious metalheads3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Age: Very young. These creatures rarely exist past the age of 18.
Location: YouTube, devianArt's music forum, Hot Topic.
Favorite bands: Slipknot, Disturbed, Trivium, Godsmack
Sample quote: "OMG guys I'm so brootal! You listen to Lady Gaga? You're such a poser! Slipknot forever!!!"
This is an obvious one. It's the teenager that thinks listening to bands like Slipknot makes them metalheads. Luckily, I think most of the world hates this guy/girl, so it isn't much of a threat.
The Pretentious Metalhead:
Age: Usually college age or in their 20s.
Location: running their own music blogs, on random websites attacking fans of Iron Maiden for liking Iron Maiden, used to be found in the deviantArt music forum but they've all been replaced by the creature listed above.
Favorite bands: I'm not allowed to list any of its favorite bands, because once I do, they're too mainstream and it has to find new bands.
Sample quote: "Slayer is horrible, along with the other Bi
Electric FeelElectric Feel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jaaaneyyy!" Roxy calls out as she barges in through the front door. "I'm heeeeree!"
I sigh, watching her from the kitchen. "I can tell," I mutter. Roxy bounds over to me, hugging me tightly.
"Oooh Janeyy, it's been a while!"
"I saw you last week."
"Shhhh! That was forever ago!"
I laugh. "Oh, Roxy " I take notice of the bags she left in the living room. "What's that?"
Roxy looks back at the bags. "Oh. Those? It's a surpriiise!"
I give her a wary look. "Like ?"
"Don't worry about it right now, let's go outside! Come on, take your apron off!"
I look down at my blue apron--I was about to start baking for Jake, my crush. "But I was going to bake "
"No time for that!" Roxy reaches around my waist to untie the knot I made. In a flash, the apron is off me. Roxy takes a look at my outfit and clucks her tongue.
"What?" I ask, looking down at my blue and white T-shirt paired with a knee-length blue skirt.
"This outfit is okayyy, but we gotta sex you up!"
"Why? Where are we go
Evitar el estancamientoEvitar el estancamiento5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto últimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas, y en verdad, me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común, puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que están estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que, hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepasé, y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También, hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso, y, siempre, les apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso, decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que están "estancadas artísticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artísticamente, bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio, porque
LAS CHICAS EN EL ANIMELAS CHICAS EN EL ANIME6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
LAS CHICAS EN EL ANIME: DEL SHOJO AL SHONEN
Saludos a todos n.n. Ya en ocasiones anteriores me he referido a mi gusto por el género shojo; las historias "para niñas", tipo "Angel, la niña de las flores", "Sailor Moon", y "KareKano", han sido favoritas desde mi infancia temprana; sin embargo, con motivo de la preparación para el Cosplay Bogotá 2008 tuve que hacer una pequeña inmersión en el mundo de los niños, el shonen, con la que quedé satisfecha, al menos desde la óptica en lo que a personajes femeninos se refiere.
El desarrollo de los caracteres femeninos en la mayoría de las series shojo es bastante novelesco, y existen algunos prototipos claves como la mártir, la niña gato, la inteligente y la chica fuerte. Pero a decir verdad, en muchos casos la personalidad es bastante plana y predecible, sin mostrar rasgos en ve
Self Righteous SuicideSelf Righteous Suicide:Self Righteous Suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
As we walk alone at night.
As we dream of endless death,
As we choke away our breath.
Tormented by our dreams.
None shall hear our screams.
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
That Look Upon His FaceThat Look Upon His Face2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some of the days they go so fast,
When you next look the leaves blow past.
The year has gone,
And all the racing now done.
Heading into twilight hours.
Put to bed all the horse powers.
Waiting until spring comes around,
Then unleashed on tracks they will astound.
But this is where he jumps the train.
Stay away because he's slain.
His inside clock says he is first class,
And now his family don't come last.
He has that look upon his face,
When he's staring into outer space.
He's know he would not improve no more.
So he took the back of the room door.
His trophies testament to his success.
No one will say a word to protest.
His fighting days full of war.
Now the history books will be filled once more.
He looks upon his last trophy in hate.
Lets all his anger go to waste.
It was his time and time is short.
He'll teach his girl to drive in the sport.
And as she grows into her years,
He'll try to hide all his fears.
Take pride as the century turns,
For now she's young and she only yearns.
Book:Air chapter 5Book: AirBook:Air chapter 54 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ch.5 A Fire's Smile
A replay of the fire danced in Aang's mind, he imagined himself running through the streets again, blasting and calling and choking against the fire. He endlessly dreamt of his movements and his mistakes in the village fire. He dreamt of the fire burning at his soul, and growing angrier with every strike he took.
He dreamt about the village people, all those frightened beings struggling to break free of the heat's grip. And he dreamt of that boy, that small young boy whom he had saved, and his smile. He seemed like an innocent child of this world of war-torn anger. Would that boy be around long enough for him to realize what the world is like without war or political struggle between nations? Could Aang get rid of this resistance so that all the children of the world would grow in peace? What if that could never be? The world seemed to always be in flames in Aang's mind. He could even smell the smoke of it now.
Wait a second, he could smell smoke. It was w
Book: Air chapter 11Book: AirBook: Air chapter 114 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ch.11 Show No Pain
"Here's an idea, how about we take a hostage, threatened to kill them while we escape over the prison walls." The gang of girls were coming up with their usual plans to escape. The one who suggested the hostage takeover was receiving weird looks from everyone.
"Oh come on, that's been done before, it has to be something they'd never expect."
"Plus how would we make over the prison walls, fly?"
"We could build a catapult."
"Oh sure we could use you as the first test dummy."
"How about an underground tunnel?"
"If you can break the metal flooring of this place."
"Well what do you think we should, huh?"
The girls continued to ramble about their plans while stationed in their usual corner of the courtyard. The guards were mostly stationed above them along the metal coated walls, they could hear their quarreling plans. However the gang had tried so many hopeless plans before that it was no use trying to stop them.
Yuo-Gin, the smartest of group, huddle
Book: Air chapter 13Book: AirBook: Air chapter 134 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ch.13 Plans of Destruction
Zuko pulled up his hood as the wintry winds ripped at his wool traveling attire and heavy cape. He continued to tie the ropes to his air balloon tighter to the stake on the ground. He traveled alone to the remaining ruins of the Sun Warrior Civilization. On the trip over he wondered what secrets the chief wished to talk to him about. Perhaps the stolen Sun Stone had powers, ones of great firebending that could aid Ozai to start the war up again, or worse. Or maybe it would conjure up spirits that would be under Ozai's command. Or it had scared powers of something of unspeakable horror. Whatever chaos was behind that Stone, Zuko had to stop Ozai before he would even use it.
The cold air ripped at Zuko's face. There wasn't any snow on the ground, but it was cold enough to freeze small puddles of water and edges of ponds. Zuko breathed a breath of fire to heat himself up to continue his journey. He walked through the same entry way as he did before wit
Book: Air chapter 16Book: AirBook: Air chapter 164 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ch. 16 If only
The snow continued to fall. The wind began to pick up stronger than before. The temperature was dropping. But Aang continued to soar on his glider. It was only yesterday that he had left the fire nation to go visit the Eastern Air Temple to hopefully find Guru Pathik. He decided to leave behind Appa and even Momo. He felt it would be best to travel alone. Too much was rattling through his brain to afflict on others, like Ozai's threat of reign again, the world's state of peace, the future of his people, the future of the Avatar Cycle, and Katara.
Every problem was connected to each other, it was like the only solution for them was to solve every problem all at once. Ozai threatened the peace of the world by using Katara who would be the only woman to help him with the future of his people and save the cycle. How could he solve this? Where should he start? What were the consequences of his decisions? Would no voice help guide him?
The wind fough
Book: Air chapter 2Book: AirBook: Air chapter 24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Wha-hoo!" Sokka shouted as he swerved down a hill on his penguin. "I'm in the lead!"
"Not for long!" Suki shouted back as she was slowly speeding pass him. She placed her foot across the ice and kicked up some snow in his face. She laughed as she took the lead.
Then Aang came zooming down the ice track with the power of airbending aiding him on his penguin. He smiled mischievously at the two as he was coming up to the finish line.
But then he heard a shout from behind, a playful cheer. Katara came flying down the track on an iceboard, her rate was incredible. "You thought you left me back there! Well we'll see who's smiling now!" Katara moved her hands in a flowing pattern which made the iceboard skyrocket down the track.
"We'll see about that!" Aang shouted after her and sped up the winds around him. He was gaining on her but he tried desperately to get past her, and the finishing line was coming up at an alarming rate.
Toph awaited at the finish line that
Book: Air chapter 29Book: AirBook: Air chapter 294 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ch. 29 Like Daughter, like Mother
"You sure you're okay?" Mayra looked up at Katara with her big concerning eyes of cuteness.
Katara smiled, "Yes, I was okay the last six times you asked me." Katara squeezed Mayra's hand firmly in reassurance. It was late afternoon of their second day in Ba Sing Sai. Iroh had told Katara not to journey around today, she still needed more rest and relaxing. But Katara wanted Mayra returned to her family, and be out of this city as quickly as possible.
They walked rather slowly through the crowded streets of the middle ring. Mayra directed Katara through the crowd. Katara had her head declined under her gray shawl. Mayra looked back at her questionably. She didn't understand why Katara was hiding herself, why she was being so secretive, and so eager to bring her to her grandfather.
"Ok here's the address the headmaster of the City of Ashes gave us." Mayra stopped in front of a fine yet small looking clay house. It looked similar among the other
Jimbo Smith ProfileJimbo Smith Profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
SMITH, James Douglas II (Jimbo)
Mr Mojo Risin´
Origen: Estadounidense. De madre nativo americana de la tribu de los yuroks de California, y de padre inglés, Lord.
Nacimiento: 10 de junio de 1990, Los Ángeles, California.
Físico: De estatura media, cabello oscuro y rizado (por lo general largo o de media melena), ojos avizores y oscuros, mirada de gañán. Guapo, moreno, delgado. De modos algo amanerados a veces.
Carácter: Por lo general se presenta como un personaje bastante relajado, excéntrico, y pendiente solo de hacer locuras para su propio placer. A veces lo toman por tonto, cuando en realidad es muy inteligente y le da pereza parecerlo. Así como es a veces relajado, dejado y hasta despistado, también puede ser un hombre perfeccionista (sobre todo en su trabajo) dispuesto a hacer lo imposible por sus amigos y familiares, y con una determinación que hace temblar a cualquiera, sobre todo cuando se enoja y pierde el control. Muy infantil en ciertos aspectos, muy maduro y lúcido en otro
DisasterDisaster2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On the edge of all nerves,
The edge of which,
Disaster meets the crasher with death.
Where the brave are men and one lady,
Who fight with hearts and souls.
Who respect the fact that death shall stalk them.
Lurking in the shadows,
Lurking around the bend,
Lurking in a component that won't make it to the end.
Where drivers were toys for amusement,
And discarded when dead not alive.
In the 1950's of Formula One,
Only the lucky survived.
Francorchamps"Three lights...four lights...five lights..." Jarno could almost hear the unmistakeable voice of Murray Walker in his ear as he watched the lights go on. Or tried to. It was hard enough to see the lights from thirteenth on the grid as it was, but in the torrential rain, with your crash helmet on? It was almost impossible.Francorchamps1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But, "GO!!!"...suddenly the lights were off, and in an instant the twenty-two cars assembled around him sprang to life with a deafening scream. Time for the fun to begin. The start was just like the twelve others he had contested that year, and the fourteen he'd contested the year before. Swerve to the left, onto the racing line. Flick the paddle behind the steering wheel; up into second gear. Make sure you don't slam straight into Wurz in front of you. Check your mirrors; check Barrichello's still behind you. Now look to the left again; look for the brake markers. There they are. BRAKE!
Round the La Source hairpin. A tricky enough corner in the dry. Thankfully
Echo of the past 01 [ENG]Echo of the past 01 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All chapters are under correction
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
A few words from the author:
The chapter below has come into being spontaneously, for fun, without the bigger concept of writing any more chapters. It wasn’t supposed to have any form of continuity, and the thread of Marcin & Nivan - the two heroes in this story - was meant as a note of spice in their created lives. Both characters were created for the purpose of a role playing game, both of them had partners in their lives as well as separate histories. And so it was meant to stay... in the beginning that is. But "Karma" wanted it different
After the unexpected warm reception of the first chapter the author decided to continue the story. She wrote the second and the third chapter intertwining the boys paths, added a few others and so the story took shape.
The author intertwines the lives of two men, best friends in the pas
Claude Delbouille profileClaude Delbouille profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I know for sure there's no stopping me
Nacimiento: 9 de noviembre de 1989 en Brujas, provincia de Flandes Occidental, Región Flamenca.
Físico: Alto, fibroso y muy fuerte. Pelo castaño claro, muy corto, ojos grandes y azules y nariz también grande.
Carácter: Duro, de pocas palabras y con mucho carácter, pero no suele demostrarlo. Tiene muchísima imaginación, le gusta el rock y es bastante solitario. Es casi imperturbable, aguanta prácticamente todo, y por eso se pasa la vida estresado. Se desahoga poco y piensa demasiado en ocasiones. Tiene problemas de ansiedad.
Trasfondo: Sus padres se divorciaron cuando él tenía diez años. Eso le marcó, pero fue más afectado por la terrible pelea que tuvieron por su custodia. Al final, Claude se quedó con su padre, después de que éste lograse demostrar que su madre bebía. Hijo único hasta los catorce años, cuando su padre se casó con Ronnie Harlow, una compañera de trabajo, t
Sweet and Corny - Act 3 - KatieSweet and Corny - Act 3 - Katie3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N:Well, it's me. At last. No I won't give up on this fic or any of the others, I just really take a LONG time to update but the chapters are huge so, bare with me. Thanks so much for all the support messages and let's hope next chapter come quickly. Also, be prepared for an intense chapter. Especially if you're into Taylor Swift, haha. This is not a funny chapter, at least not entirely. Well, you'll see. I hope you guys like it! Let me know!
Cowboy, Take me Away (as far as possible from those two)
It's five am on a beautiful Saturday morning and what am I doing? I'm riding shotgun on a pickup truck while the love of my life drives us to our very first real date. That's what I'm doing. Except I'm not, really.
The truth about my whereabouts this morning is a rather bitter, tragic picture involving –yes – one Beau Higgins on the wheel and me; Katie Gardner, right next
Watching you fallAang was never much of a person for hate, but how he felt about himself lately was coming close. Learning firebending just made him irritable and angry, much to everyone's distress, especially Katara's. He'd snapped at her yesterday unintentionally when she'd asked him about his training with Zuko. She'd glared at him and walked away, leaving him feeling like crap. He knew she didn't like Zuko and was just being protective, but it was getting downright annoying and out-of-hand. Then again, he had been mean to her and needed to at least apologize, whether or not her attitude towards his new teacher was right. He sighed; he needed to find her first of course. Ignoring everyone's curious stares, he walked in the direction he'd seen her stomp off in. He found her after a good 5 minutes of walking and over a dozen empty rooms. She was sitting by a fountain on the other side of the temple, bending the water absentmindedly. He sighed. How was he going to do this? He was absolutely quiet as heWatching you fall4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This