Lexus IS Design Contest Winners Announcement
Thank you to everyone who participated in The Lexus IS Design Contest! Judges from MotorTrend, Calty Design, VIP AutoSalon, and Lexus, collaborated to select our winners, and were truly impressed with the quality and skill represented in all 25 semi-finalists.
Charfade's Con Survival GuideCharfade's Convention Survival Guide and Check ListCharfade's Con Survival Guide6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-------------------------For everyone attending the con!-------------------------
►Driver's license and insurance information Most conventions require a Driver's license/ government issued ID to attend events. Have a copy of basic insurance information, contact information if anything should happen to you during your weekend stay. Especially if the convention you are attending is going to be out of state.
►Any convention related information This includes the address and directions to the convention area. Also leave a copy of this information with anyone at home/friends/family members so they can get a hold of you. If you've pre-ordered your convention tickets or hotel room reservations be sure to bring a copy of the receipt(s).
►Deodorant! This should go without saying, but you'll be surprised at how many people either forget or do not use! Which is why deodorant gets it o
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
A Complete Custom Guide to Nuzlocke ChallengesNUZLOCKE: Custom RulesA Complete Custom Guide to Nuzlocke Challenges4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1: Pokemon that faint have been killed in battle. Release them, or permanently box them in the Cemetery Box.
♦Particularly favored Pokemon may be migrated/transferred or traded to another Game File.
♦Pokemon that faint in the Battle Frontier and Battle Tents (seen in Emerald) are not dead, don't worry.
2: You may ONLY capture the FIRST Pokemon you encounter on each route, cave, etc.
♦Shiny Pokemon are exempt from this rule, but may not be used through regular Game Play.
3: All Pokemon captured must have a Nickname.
4: If you so desire, you may have ONE resurrection AFTER obtaining all 8 badges from your region. This is the only resurrection you will receive during the entire game, so choose wisely. HeartGold and SoulSilver do NOT get a second resurrection upon obtaining all 16 badges.
5: When you have lost all of your Pokemon on your team and in the boxes it's Game Over.
newspapersnewspapersnewspapers3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mother and father found me in a pile of newspapers
hidden amongst language i would someday claim,
or perhaps, stuck in the throat of a hummingbird,
unsure if it was my job to help it fly.
there is not much to say about the hummingbird:
only that its feathers are soft, its chest resembles
an idle car or a machine meant to tick much quicker
than a human heart.
i am the ash of a burning bush, maybe even God’s face
staring out from it, although i wouldn’t go so far as to call
myself holy, because Lord knows i treat his name like any
other word and i never learned how to be someone’s child.
men rarely realize their hands until they cut them off.
daughters rarely realize their mistakes until their
parents stop reading the newspaper.
Critique: A BreakdowndeviantArt is a website focusing on art. Wherever there is art, there is bound to be critique- no exceptions. While this fact may be aggravating and/or intimidating to younger, more inexperienced artists, they should learn and heed some basic advice on how to respond appropriately to receiving a critique.Critique: A Breakdown3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This is a little bit of information about critiques- who critiques, what a critique encompasses, the different "styles" or approaches people take when offering critique, and appropriate ways to respond to all kinds of critiques.
What is Critique
Noun: A detailed analysis and assessment of something; a critical review or commentary, especially one dealing with works of art or literature.
Verb: Evaluate (a theory or practice) in a detailed and analytical way
In a nutshell, a critique (or to critique) is to approach something and analyze something in a critical manner. The key words here are analyze and criti
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
If Truth had a tongueIf Truth had a tongue1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If Truth had a tongue
All your armies, all your men
All your hate, against a pen
Cold still coffee
Against a boy- stone in hand
Tightening hands on rubber band
In his eyes see brightening hope
To strengthen (still) the breaking rope
Of justice, rights and human love
As airplanes hover up above
And I wonder, hands are shaking
Faith is crumbling, words are breaking
Torn up hope and spirits broken,
Muting people when words are spoken,
Time is racing against a pen,
And I wonder once again,
Who is weak, and who is strong?
Who is right, and who is wrong?
And I wish, whilst blood is dripping
Chains are beating, whips are whipping
See the image- bleeding men
Hear the clock chime- broken pen
Again I wonder and I wish
If only the truth had words to speak
Words to tell when days are bleak
Peace to sp
Silvaze: Love and FriendshipFeelings.Silvaze: Love and Friendship7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They are a curse. I have no time for feelings. At least not of that certain kind.
You know what I mean; the kind of feeling where you just want more instead of being grateful for what you already have. Its that kind of feeling where you find yourself hopelessly wishing for things to change, despite the fact that for several years youve been happy about how things were.
I ask myself what the point is.
Maybe Im just used to not showing people around me how I feel. For me, it is the most difficult thing in the world to even wrap my arms around a friend to hug them goodbye. Its hard to even stretch my hand out to perform a simple handshake.
I suppose it ultimately all comes down to trust. Ive never been one to trust people, especially after the bullying and isolation I had experienced purely because I was different. I create flames and had created many accidents in an attempt to control my powers when I was younger. It was enough reason
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
GAY DISNEY RANTI'm sure the majority of you have watched Disney Channel before, and I know that whenever the TV's on during the day at my house, Disney Channel is what's being watched. I was reading an article about Disney's Good Luck Charlie, and how it is going to be showing an episode featuring a lesbian couple--Disney's first show to do so. And in the comments section below were some of the most vulgar, terrible, bigoted, homophobic comments I've ever had the displeasure of reading.GAY DISNEY RANT1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Article Comment: "Not right. Disney was always a wholesome family channel..... 'traditional families' (male / females couples capable of procreating). I agree with most others; if this is going to be the new norm at Disney Channel I will just stop watching all together. Disney was one of the last places a true American (Christian - seeing as how this country was founded on Christianity) could watch 'normal life' on TV."
Okay, FIRST OFF, traditional families are now male/female couples capable of having children? What
Phaedra Griffin - Daughter of Apollo PhoebusTwelfth Legion Basic Profile (credited to Blackfirex5656)Phaedra Griffin - Daughter of Apollo Phoebus3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Phaedra Griffin
Meaning: Phaedra is Greek meaning bright; Griffin is Latin for hooked nose, but it also known as one of the many animals that symbolize Apollo
Ethnicity: British Greek (her grandmother was actually half-Greek, which sadly brings leeway to the occasional "graecus" insult, usually in "good fun")
Birthplace: Doncaster, South Yorkshire, England
Current Residence: Camp Jupiter, San Francisco, California
Blood Type: O -
Birthday: July 24
Eye Color: mossy green
Hair Color: blonde-brown
Hair Style: chest-length wavy, usually in one or two braids
Skin: olive-toned, freckled cheeks and shoulders
Build: Strong (archery-strengthened) upper arms; short in height; her build is barely deemed "fit" (she's really lazy with exercise), but tries to pass of the extra fat as "curves"; round faced, she still has a bit of her baby fat; roughened ha
KFP/My Fanfic crossoverSam's P.O.VKFP/My Fanfic crossover3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of Gaea's Warships
Me, Percy, Hazel, Piper, Leo, and Frank all got capture.... I am crying to bad from the sight I saw earlier today. Jason's died... She killed him.
"Sam... Don't cry we need you right now." I heard Percy say behind me. But I am too emotional to pay attention. They use a weapon that can fire Greek Fire like a cannon. They blasted Jason with it.
I see Gaea's fuzzy half form appear in front of me. She had a cruel grin on her face." Yes, don't cry my dear. You don't want to die with your makeup running." she chuckled.
I launch at her. But the chains hold me back. If only they were longer.
"Oh touchy..." she cooed.
I curse in latin, Percy curses in greek, just about everyone in our group curses.
"Language kiddies. And today shall be the day where you and your precious man-kind dies..." She trailed off as the boat closes in on a bridge.
"Ma'am! What about about the bridge?" one of her minions asked.
"Blow it up..."she says as she walks to her "throne"
Hetalia Vs. SlenderWhat happens when a nation meet with Slender Man?(Axis Power and Allied Forces)Hetalia Vs. Slender2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Italy-He drew a face on Slender Man and gave him a plate of pasta.
Germany-He made Slender Man ran ten laps...around the forest.
Japan-He took out his camera and took a photo of Slender Man.Turns out Slender Man is pretty photogenic,Slender Man then decided to stop haunting the forest and became Trender man.
America-His laugher greatly annoyed Slender Man,so he was chased out of the forest.
England-Slender Man took his Unicorn.He was so sad he drank too much alcohol,but he managed to get his Unicorn back while being drunk.
France-He censored Slender Man,after that he censored England and everyone else.
China-He built a China Town in the forest.Slender Man was unamused.
Russia-He cursed Slender Man and hit it with his faucet.Slender Man fainted.
Canada-He stood still with fear,but Slender Man mistaken him as a tree and left.In the end,Canada collected all 8 notes
In the FoldNinety-nine sheep, safe in the foldIn the Fold4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But one little lamb is left out in the cold
His brethren think his life is over and done,
But in reality, it has only just begun.
Its path is written by the red thread;
The young babe will have to find its own bread.
The infant will grow up alone, but strong
Proving all those who thought otherwise wrong
When lone little lamb returns to the fold,
It will show the benefits of living in the cold.
Figgy prt. 1Iggy slumped down the dark hall almost silently. He was exhausted, and he could hear Max talking in her sleep again.Figgy prt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was going to tell her to shut up.
She'd talked in here sleep ever since Fang had left. The weird thing was it hadn't taken her long to start dating Dylan. Iggy knew Fang had really only left because he was hurt. Max was falling for Dylan. But all that had changed earlier that afternoon. ~~~
Iggy sat in the warmth of the sun on Dr. Martinez's front porch, listening to nature. The chirping of the bird, the russel of the autumn leaves. he felt the color of the faded old white rocking chair.
His wings were numb from sitting against the chair so long. Then he heard foot steps on the sidewalk in front of the house.
"F-fang? is th-that you?" he whispered.
"Yeah Ig, its me." said a familiar but now deeper voice.
Iggy felt absolutely nothing for a moment. then felt a tear roll down his face.
Then he smiled and sprinted down the steps and hoped ov
Levi's song(crack-fic|Levi x Reader) AULevi's song(crack-fic|Levi x Reader) AU2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Did you take a shit yet?"
"Oi, (name) how long of a shit did you take today?"
"Don't worry I'm sure (name) is just taking a shit."
A sigh left your lips as levi made his usual poop jokes, one would think you be used to it by now.
Your boyfriend of x amount of years continued on and on and on with his poop jokes and sayings.
Enough was enough.
"Levi, I have something for you."
"What is it?"
"Just a song that you should listen to sometime. I'm going to work. Have a nice day sweetie."
Levi only shrugged his shoulders as he took the iPod and listened to the song.
--later on that day
You opened the door to Levi's room after returning from work and saw the most disturbing thing ever.
Levi was in sunglasses and cleaning up his room with a gold chain on him as the music blared and levi sung along to it.
Talking 'bout you popping tags, bitch you ain't bought shit
Talking 'bout a hunned bottles, bitch you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, bitch you ain't shot shit
TDOF Chapter 3 A proven Leader--TDOF Chapter 3 A proven Leader7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Skull screeched, letting her claws rip across the disgusting tom's matted pelt. He had reared, exposing his stomach, and now it was badly scratched. He stared at Skull in shock, like he couldn't believe the kitten had attacked him first. But to Skull's utter confusion, he didn't try to fight back. Taking his hesitation into stride, Skull tackled the tom forward, pinning him to the hard ground. He rolled with the movement throwing the black cat off.
A small hiss of air was forced out of Skull's lungs as she hit the pavement hard. The startling switch of which cat had the upper hand, stunned her momentarily; everything was upside down to her now with a vast sky now filling her vision. Then the tom walked forward to stand over her, his greasy stench filling her nostrils and head hanging over.
Skull immediately tried to rake him, but he leaped back shouting, "Wait! Leader! I need your help!" Skull had jumped to her paws and was about to attack at him again, but at the cal
Abnormal, but unspecificAbnormal, but unspecific8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
At 25, almost half of Riikka's life has been spent with being sick and visiting doctor after doctor. She would surely have better things to do. There's nothing she hates as much as doctors and she has nightmares about visits where she's humiliated. That hasn't been unusual. Even now, doctors treat her condescendingly, like a kid. It took over a decade to obtain a diagnosis.
There have been dozens and again dozens of doctors over the years, neurologists, opthalmologists, infection specialists and rheumatologists. It certainly feels like they couldn't care less what happens to Riikka. They're constantly trying to push physiotherapy, something Riikka has been doing for years, even though she doesn't have much mobility left any longer.
Riikka is sick with something many doctors don't even believe in and that officially doesn't exist in Finland, even though it has been included in WHO's official ICD-10 for a long time. In many countries it's known as myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME). In Finla
Sydeny MA appName: Sydney WeberSydeny MA app3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Height/Weight: 4'9" 99 Ibs.
Nationality/Background: Mexican and German
DESCRIPTION OF HOW YOU LOOK LIKE: (For writers only) She has sholder lenth hair that is green with strands of yellow in it. Sydney has red eyes that seem to glow in the dark and slightly tan skin. She has green humming bird wings. She likes to wear a white blouse with a jean skirt and green converse.
Species/Mutation (in Percentage): 5% white eared humming bird 2% Albino sparrow 93% human
Special abilities: Well she can of corse fly and she has some control over the wind.
Family: her mom Maria , her dad Sam.
Story: (Will add later)
Personality and interesting facts: Never give this girl candy or anything sweet altough she loves it. She gets far too hyper when given sweets. She is kind and outgoing , but if you make fun of her or her friends in anyway she will annoy you for the rest of her life. She is also very stubborn and she hates anything that tastes bitter.
FalsehoodFalsehoodFalsehood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You keep feeding
Taking it in
Taking joy in the pain
As if you were to gain
Like rivers it flows
Your drying, scabbing soul
Trying to prove
That it was nothing after all
"I am worthless"
"I am weak"
Take it in
Breathe it out
Like a drag of a long needed cigarette
Or a gasp from a lover's touch
Enveloping all that you are,
Your desire becomes too much
Light fades from the intelligent's eyes
Fingers numb to the talent's surprise
The loved falls down for all to see
"Look, look, please won't you?"
"Don't look at me!"
The beauty cries
For herself to see
"I am real"
"I am worthless"
"I am weak"
Everyone was dancingEveryone was dancing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I closed my eyes to see the ballroom before me
Dancers in white suits spun all around
I closed my eyes to see the ballroom set before me
Elegant angels, adorned in white gowns.
I closed my eyes in blatant fear
Closed my mind to whats out there
I opened up my eyes... to see
Everyone was dancing
With my eyes tightly shut I saw them
Each couple, hand and hand
I closed my eyes and I saw them
Dancing, spinning, across the ballroom
They flowed through the room like a flood
And raced past each other like the tide
Hand in hand, on hip on side
With white masks, and blackened eyes
They danced the dance of hopelessness
And danced to the tune of despair
White masks which shed a single tear
I trembled in my fear
Where is this place? This ballroom grace
What is this mournful waltz?
Who are these saddened spirits
Enslaved, by love or faults
How did I come upon this place
This ballroom set before me
Where everyone was dancing
In beauty and obscenity
A chill grew up my spine
My heart beat, my temperatu
Don't.Don't.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't look at me like that as I fall. Don't shake me, staring into my sightless eyes as if they will suddenly light up again with life. I can hear you, you know, screaming bloody vengeance at them. I can also see your shock reflected in his amber eyes. Please don't blame him, Blackstar, he was only defending his leader. I would have done the same for you. In fact, all of our warriors would have. And it's not as if this battle has been in vain-we are keeping this useless strip of land and Firestar even lost a life! Surely that's good enough for you...? But no, I can see it in your step as you drag my bloody body back to the camp. Why don't you let the others help you? You will never admit it, I know you too well, but you have been weakened by this fight. We're not as young as we think we are, eh?
I can remember when we were young, though. Swept off our paws by Tigerstar's golden words. In a way, he was a bit like Sol, though not as...as...there isn't even a word. Of course, we put this