[Tutorial ] How to get points everyday ?Hello Sweeties,[Tutorial ] How to get points everyday ?1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Are you okay ? Hope you're !
To be honest i wanted to do my first tutorial about little chibis for everyone, but... everyday i receive note or comments with:
Donate points ! or Please take a com from me ! or I need points please !
With of course, some bad or pitiful reason (or nothing) with this. But i've to say something, that people who really want points have to understand:
Points are like Money ! They were bought or gain ! You have to "work" for it !
There is no miracle, but i'll give you all the way i know to get points. To get points EVERYDAYS (i got 10-50/day) and how to try to win great price.
How to Get Points Everyday ?
Dahub & Datrade :star:
:icondahub: & :icondatrade:
There're the place to be if you want points everyday ! Of course they wont come without doing nothing.
You just have to watch, fav, g
Save The CondolencesZatanna sat on her bed, letting single tears fall down her face. She felt like someone had just punched through her chest and tore a piece of her heart out. Yet, at the same time, she felt like she wasn't as sad as she was supposed to be. When a few of her friends' parents went through harsh divorces, her friends were bawling and in deep sorrow.Save The Condolences3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What is wrong with me? Zatanna thought to herself before there was a knock on her door. She looked over to her clock to realize that half an hour had passed since she had asked to be alone. She got up off of her bed and over to the door. Opening the door, Zatanna found Rob standing right outside her door with a neutral look on his face.
"Hey, dinner's ready, if you're up for some time with the team. If you're not, I can bring you your plate here so you don't have to go through anything you don't want to." Robin volunteered. Zatanna gave him a small smirk from the side of her lip.
"Actually, can you eat in here with me? I'm not ready to face all
Linkin Park Tribute PoemLinkin Park Tribute Poem6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hybrid Theory states that within minutes to midnight,
A meteor will come down and show off a dark light.
But the collision was miscalculated, it went off course.
And it slammed into the ground with an explosion of force.
This reminds me of you with your hand held high.
It swooped down against me and smacked my pride.
Now I give no more sorrow because all this time you've lied.
I was always by myself, you were never on my side.
You told me it's easier to run, to search far and long.
As long as I don't stay here, to find somewhere I belong.
Now I'm looking for a place to leave all the rest.
A place for my head, somewhere I can suppress
My evil thoughts of you, they're trying to runaway.
They came to you in pieces during the shadows of the day.
They're crawling in your skin, you'll need a cure for this itch.
They eat at you from the inside, in between every stitch.
Nobody's listening to you, they hit you down to the floor.
You bleed out your anger, you can't take it anymore.
One step clos
Rigby's Little Secret Chapter 1 - Pt 2Mordecai trailed back and forth of his bed, thinking for a question for the raccoon. He finally thought--Rigby's Little Secret Chapter 1 - Pt 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Rigby, is Muscleman beating you up again?" Mordecai says in a questioning tone, the avian sounded a little upset.
The raccoon let out a loud yawn and said "No....". The raccoon nervously turned his head away from Mordecai, trying to avoid eye-contact. Rigby got embarrassed quite easily. He was so nervous, yet he didn't feel to weird about telling the avian about the whole situation; The raccoon was close to coming out of the closet.
"Well then what is it dude? I swear if he is messing with you..." Mordecai says, raising his voice, trying to get an answer out of the raccoon.
"Honest, he's not hurting me, its just..." Rigby says, trailing off his voice.
"It's just what? Come on, it can't be that bad." Mordecai says, hoping the raccoon isn't being hurt.
"Mordecai---" Rigby says while scooting closer to Mordecai. "I don't want to ruin our friendship but..." Rigby pauses and sighs.
Goodbyei didn’t fall in love with youGoodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
until your skin was already grey and i
had to tell you what the weather was like
since you couldn’t leave your bed.
i didn’t mind long nights in the hospital
because making you laugh brought a warmth
to my cheeks that burnt hotter than a
forest fire, you never laughed at me for blushing
i snuck you in alcohol and forbidden foods
and pushed you around in that rusted wheel chair,
and all the nurses looked at us with
miserable eyes that said more than the doctors
would ever tell me.
naively i thought it was good news
when you said they were sending you home; but
when i saw you strewn across your wine red sheets
my heart was heavy with foreboding, and
neither one of us said anything while i
slid an iv into your paper-skin hand, so
i never asked if you were okay.
we kissed and i didn’t comment
on your snowflake lips or the fact that
your hands shook like earth quakes when
they grazed my thigh and i held you tightly
like if i could keep
A pet for StarfireThe shrill beeping of his alarm dragged Robin out of bed. He was almost always the second or first one up, but that did not mean he enjoyed doing it.A pet for Starfire10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ugh," he groaned, checking his calendar, as he shuffled his feet getting ready. Tomorrow was Starfire's birthday, and he still didn't have a clue to what he would give her. He needed the perfect present, something that could very subtly hint his true feelings for her. At first he considered a necklace or some other item of jewelry, but that reminded him of Batman. Sure, he loved Batman dearly as a father, but Wayne was well known for being a womanizer. As corny as it sounded, Robin didn't want to "womanize" Starfire. He also knew Batman had warned it was never a good idea to fall in love with a team mate, but it was too late for that. Robin was madly in love with the resident alien. Slapping himself on the forehead, he headed fo
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
FakeFake9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My plates are made of plastic
A regal shade of blue
As are my knives and forks and spoons
And serving dishes, too.
If, by some chance I stumble,
As I am passing by
And knock them off the table
They do not break....they do not die.
I have two plastic goldfish
Within a plastic bowl
To ease a troubled soul.
As long as I am careful
To keep the batteries dry
They'll swim along forever
They do not sink....they do not die.
I have a cocker spaniel
I named my buddy Ruff.
He doesn't run or chase a ball -
How can he when he's stuffed?
But he is always there for me.
Where I am-there he lies
And, though he'll never lick my face,
He does not leave....he does not die.
Your picture hangs above my bed.
The glass and frame are fake
But if it falls down from the wall
It has no chance to break.
Your beauty takes my breath away.
Your smile of sweet delight
Dispels the gloom from my small room;
Illuminates the night.
I place my fingers on your cheek
And, teardrops in my eye,
Marvel OC TemplateMarvel OC Template7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
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Tidy: (Are they clean or messy)
Daredevil: (Do they love challenges or not)
Bookworm: (Do they love to read or avoids it)
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Least Favorite Food:
Least Favorite Drink:
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Ask You Out"It stuns me how some people just don't see the obvious." Natasha muttered to Clint. The team had just finished a mission and they were in that Shawarma place Tony had suggested in the first day they worked together. It has become a kind of tradition.Ask You Out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you talking about?"
"Just look at Rogers and Stark. I can smell the sexual tension between them and they just don't see it. How hard can it be to see that someone is attracted to you?"
"Tell me about it." Clint replied ironically, scratching the back of his neck. "What do you think someone should do on a situation like that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... Hypothetically, say I'm attracted to you and you have no idea. What should I do?"
"Go for it, take the risk." Natasha replied without hesitating. "Maybe I feel the same for you, maybe I don't, but you don't know until you try."
"But things could get weird if you say no."
"If things get weird, then I'm a bitch and don't deserve the attention you give me."
"So, even if I'
500 Theme Challenge Themes1. Introduction500 Theme Challenge Themes2 years ago in Settings More Like This
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
10. Breathe Again
22. Mother Nature
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
30. Under the Rain
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
42. Standing Still
44. Two Roads
50. Breaking the Rules
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
56. Danger Ahead
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
61. Fairy Tale
63. Do Not Disturb
67. Playing the Melody
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
GS: Sibella's OriginsGS: Sibella's Origins1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
My story? It starts out the same as any monster's would. However, my story begins in the birthplace of all vampires: Transylvania. My father had been born, died, and was reborn there. 'How can that be?' one would ask. Well, like I said earlier, it all happened in Transylvania. And, as everyone should know, it's where the most famous vampire came from.
His name is Count Dracula, and I...well, I am his daughter.
It all began with my mother's birth. She'd been born and raised in Transylvania, working in my grandfather's medicine shop. She sold herbs and spices, calming fragrances and exotic incense burners and candles. She was a spiritual healer as well as a physical one, as she offered her services to perform spiritual cleansings. Those who knew her loved her, and while she was kind to those she knew, she often held her emotionless expression when those she didn't trust entered her store. During the short time that I had known her, I found out just how beautiful she really was. She had t
The Truth About HufflepuffsHufflepuff: The Nearly-Forgotten House of Hogwarts</i>The Truth About Hufflepuffs7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In the Harry Potter series, there are four separate houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, the house representing courage and justice. Ravenclaw, representing intelligence and wisdom. Slytherin, representing ambition and resourcefulness. Hufflepuff, representing loyalty and tolerance. Each of these houses embody important virtues. So why do many people assume that Hufflepuffs are useless?
I recall the Sorting Hat song which mentions Helga Hufflepuff's statement "I'll take the lot" when the other founders revealed what virtues they would value in their students. I feel that this statement by Hufflepuff has been vastly misinterpreted by many fans of the series. As the importance of blood status has always been a major issue in the Wizarding World, to the point that that Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin (who were great friends before founding Hogwarts) came to resent each other
GS: Winnie's OriginsGS: Winnie's Origins1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
As far back as I can remember, there had only been two of us: my mother and myself. I was a lot like her, the most common trait being the curly hair she and I shared. The only difference was the color: mine was red-orange, hers was brown. She also wore glasses, but that didn't take away from her beauty. I'd thought that much of her, even though she and I had only been together for a short time. Our home was a log cabin in the woods, the only way to and from being a narrow dirt road that led to the highway. My mother's name was Whitney. She worked in a cafe every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, sometimes the weekends, too. The road from our cabin was her route to the city.
I never went to a public school. My mother home-schooled me, instead. She was very intelligent, so I learned from her as quickly as any student did. I hadn't always been the little furball everyone had come to know me as. Back then, I had skin instead of fur. Finger nails instead of claws. Rounded ears instead of point
FunnyWhat's two things Brittney Spears and Paris Hilton don't have that we people have?Funny7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Underpants and brains!
You can't fix stupid, but you can fix your face, but Michael Jackson can't fix his.
Say this three times fast:
How many sheets can this sheet slitter slit?
Say this five times fast:
Say this three times fast:
I am sofa king we todd ed!
Bill Nye the science guy is not Davey Jones in pirates of the carribean people its Bill Nighe from Underworld as Victor you stupid idiots geesh!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that way he can prove to the possum he could do it.
Adam Sandler in 50 first dates
Drew Barrymore as Lucy: How's the cow?
Adam Sandlar: Same as you everyday but we still have to convince her she is a cow.
Ula's kid: Daddy whats a nimpho?
Ula: oh uh the nimpho is the state bird of Ohio
Adam Sandler: Ya and you're the state idiot of Hawaii
Ula: one day u just go for it and the next thing you know poof you're gone
Adam Sandler: See I'm not so sure about th
SuicideThey laugh.Suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When they laugh at me,
I feel degraded.
When they point,
I feel like something is wrong.
When they talk to me,
It feels like a thousand blades stabbing me.
Making me bleed.
Showing them my weakness.
I wonder if they realise how much it hurts.
To be laughed at because I tripped.
To be pointed at just to make it all the more obvious.
To be spoken to like I was a complete idiot.
Why do they do this?
To make themselves feel better?
To prove a point of some kind?
To see me and so many others in pain?
I can't take it anymore.
I don't want to live this kind of life.
Make it go away.
It hurts too much to even breathe.
I've made up my mind.
I'm going to do it when I get home.
The sensation of a blade on my skin.
I've felt it before.
It's like a drug.
School's not over yet.
Only 4 more hours left.
But I've made up my mind.
I'm going to die today.
And no one will stop me.
It's the same as usual.
They say cruel thin
GS: Elsa's OriginsGS: Elsa's Origins1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm not so good with story-tellin', but I'll give it my best shot.
Well, can't remember much about my past. I just remember waking up on some examination table in a lab. I had these cords hooked up to the electrodes in my neck. I can remember lookin' around, uncertain of where I was. There were stone walls all around me, the room I was in filled with strange machines and thousands upon thousands of various chemicals on other tables. There were windows above me, through which I could look out and tell that it was night; the sky was incredibly dark. 'Where am I?' was my first thought.
"Good, you're awake," I heard a voice say. I looked down from the windows to find a man with black hair standing nearby. He looked human at first, but then I noticed stitches along his face and hands. His suit was torn, dirty, looked like it had seen better days. When I looked closer, I spotted a few electrodes in his neck, too. "Who are you?" I asked. "Your father," he replied, stepping away from a machine
GS: Phantasma's OriginsGS: Phantasma's Origins1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
My story's kinda on the short side. My life was brief, and I'd spent nearly as much of it with my father as I am now in the Afterlife. But I'll try to recall all the events that took place up to this point, okay? So! As we all know, I'm a spirit. That means I was once a member of the Living Realm, but even then, my life wasn't all "fun & games", at least not in the manner most would see as "ideal". My father had a shady past while he was alive. He committed crimes. Lots of them. Cops couldn't track him down, either. That gave him plenty of time to do as he wanted once he'd escaped. He never before added "attack women" to his list of evil deeds, not until he met my mother.
Neither he or I can remember what she looked like, but my father could recall she was beautiful. It was because of that beauty that he'd stalked her for a good portion of his time. When he finally decided to "make his move" that fateful night, my mother ended up pregnant with me. My mother wanted a child, but not in t
ArtWhy does art need to be perfect?Art4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Why throw rules on how to become a good artist onto us?
Why give us direction on how to do it right?
Why send us to the greatest artists for learning?
Why do we need the best learning to become good artists?
Cant we choose what we want to create, in the way we want to create it?
Our flaws is not a negative barrier.
Our flaws can create new and exiting things.
With our flaws we can create something no one else has created.
Only going for what is and looks natural is one of hundreds of paths.
And its not the only "right" one.
You have the choice to go all the paths.
There shouldnt be just a few to choose from, you make up your own.
Art isnt restricted and neither is your imagination.
Art doesnt need to be perfect to be amazing.
WeirdYou say I'm weird,Weird10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just because I'm diffrent from you,
maybe I am wierd,
but if I am you are too!
Everyone is weird,
weird to someone else,
so you can laugh at them,
but you can't laugh at yourslef?
I don't get you,
not at all,
if someone laughs at you,
you break down and fall!
Where as if someone laughs at me,
I just laugh too,
I walk of laughing,
and joke screw you!
You say I'm weird,
and you laugh at me,
but you don't know,
you can't see!
See, I am diffrent,
diffrent from you,
I laugh at you,
but I laugh at me too!
GS: Tanis' OriginsGS: Tanis' Origins1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I hope I don't disappoint anyone. My story's not as long as the other ghouls', but I'll try to repeat everything I can remember, okay?
From what my Mummy-Daddy told me, I was born, dead. This was back in ancient Egypt times. My mother gave birth to me, only to find I was already dead. She passed away not long after. Most say it was from all the stress of giving birth. Others say it was from a broken heart. Back in those times, they honored the dead with special Sarcophagi and secret tombs, where the bodies would be left, undisturbed. My Daddy was already dead, so all three of us were placed in our own sarcophagi. But my story doesn't end there. You see, ancient Egypt was known for its Dark Magic, ancient words contained within heavy books of gold and silver. An explorer got hold of one of the books, unknowingly reciting the words to bring the dead back to life.
I was one of those that woke, my sarcophagus echoing with a baby's screams. A long time passed before the lid of my "bed" was
A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h