The Days Leading Up To My Personal ApocalypseMore Like This
The dreary Massachusetts winter was finally over.
Spring came, but brought it's share of dreariness as well.
I remember: constantly having to roll my jeans up as I walked to and from work because it was always raining. Maybe I've just filtered out the sunny days that surely must have happened; I remember each days walk to work being soggy and uncomfortable, bringing whatever mood I was in before leaving the apartment down significantly just as I was walking into another irritating work day. But even leaving the apartment in a good mood was rare; most days I felt so sick and weak and mentally exhausted from the self-inflicted and seemingly unending cycle of insomnia.
I was abusing my body, and it was declaring war in return.
Most days, before work I did as much hiding out quietly in my room pretending to be asleep as I could. I didn't want him to ruin my sweet solitude. I'm not sure precisely when I stopped enjoying our co-habitation, but by this spr
DW and HolidaysHi everyone!More Like This
Here are the deviations of the week in :iconourarea51:, chosen from
Fractal and Abstract Art
We have two winners
and two runners-up
Congrats to the winners!
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Classic Santa by ~LorenzoDiMauro santa by *nightwing1975
santa claus by ~blatera Santa Claus by ~Nigrita
:thumb191627631: Sookie Santa Claus Gif 1 by ~sookiesooker
MAKING CHRISTMAS:iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz::iconxmasstocking2plz:More Like This
It's that time a year again, and we all have been feeling the pinch in our pockets. This year i decided to make a lot of the cards/ pressies i was going to give to my loved ones and i thought that deviant art would have the best inspiration for gifts. below are some amazing christmassy craft fan arts that hopefully will inspire you all to grab the craft glue and get making for your loves ones.
Paper fun :: Christmas by ~ToastsNightmare B4 Christmas Gifts 2 by ~SkellingtonGhostFilmtastic Scarf by ~harelquin-demonChristmas 2009: Puggle Present by *callykarishokkaThe Perfect Present by ~desireuxCubee-Christmas Gizmo '1of2' by ~CyberDroneNightmare Before Christmas Box by ~xsweettoothx:thumb101316644:TNBC Zero Christmas Ornament by ~No-Dogs-Allowedthumb216288997:Pikachu and Marill Papercraft by ~thepapersmithChristmas Cubees by ~CyberDroneElf Moon Bun by ~MoonYenNightmare Before Christmas by ~conundrum44:
Glass Transition Chapter 6Anneke stepped out of the shower in her quarantine bay, towel wrapped around her like a tube dress. Sitting on the edge of her bunk she dragged a brush through her wet hair, nose wrinkled at the smell of the iodine shampoo. When it was knotless she grabbed a couple of elastic bands from her bedside locker and rubbed some ship issue perfume-free moisturiser onto them, before scooping her hair into an artful twist and securing it in a bun. After this she dressed in a crop top and sweats, standing to look at herself in the floor length mirror inside the bathroom door. Pulling the waistband of the trousers down she carefully inspected her hips, scowling at the greying bruises splayed over the right one, then bent over to roll up her trouser leg. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled off the damp dressing on her calf, muttering to herself,More Like This
"Oh joy," as she revealed a fresh purple scar a couple of inches long underneath. "Well, it's opaque tights from now on, Anna."
Throwing the dressing into the b
Glass Transition Chapter 7Over the ensuing days Anneke and Rimmer began to settle into something of a routine together. In the mornings he would hover while Kryten took his medical samples, trying to distract her from the needles with benign chatter, then they would pass a few pleasant hours playing chess, Anneke hammering him every time, no matter how many times she let him mulligan. All the while they would exchange snippets of information about themselves with one another and gradually Rimmer was beginning to build a picture of her; she had a soft spot for dairy and old British comedies; she could speak three languages; she'd not wanted to join the Space Corps originally but instead be a teacher, she'd only joined up to pay for her university tuition fees. Each day became an opportunity to peel away another layer and today, three weeks exactly after she had arrived, was no exception:More Like This
"An elder sister, Liv. You? Your move. You're in check, by the way."
"Three older brothers. John, Howard and Frank. They were
Glass Transition Chapter 8Well, this is the last chapter I currently have written, I'm trying to drag this out of writer's block Hell so I can't guarentee when the next update will be. I'd already started struggling on this and the last chapter, you can probably tell. Please enjoy and comment if you feel like, I will try and update soon!More Like This
Anneke sat in the centre of her room, the lights dim above her, hands lightly resting on her thighs. She'd been alone for hours. Taking a breath she leant forwards, toes curling as her feet touched the freezing linoleum floor. Cupping her hands she brought them to her lips, breathing into them. She heard herself wheeze.
"What are you doing?"
Anneke jumped, looking up to see Rimmer stood outside her window in his pale blue pyjamas.
"Just experimenting," she said in a low voice. "You're making a habit out of these nocturnal visits, Mister Rimmer. Where have you been?"
Rimmer rubbed the back of his neck, looking guilty. Where had he been? Hiding up on the Observation Deck s
Glass Transition Chapter 9Rimmer sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the buttons of his blue 'Home Sweet Home' pyjamas. Lister was sound asleep, gurgling as he snored, still wearing his hat with the peak pulled down low over his head. A quick glance to the clock told him it was coming up to seven in the morning. Anneke would be awake by now. She was a morning person. It must have been the officer in her.More Like This
Frowning to himself he stood, pacing up and down in the narrow space of their quarters. He wanted to see her. He'd spent most of the night tossing and turning, worrying about her so much that he'd barely slept. He really wanted to see her. But his thoughts yesterday had frightened him.
"Holly?" he hissed, not wanting to wake his bunkmate. "Holly, you blethering idiot?"
"Is Lieutenant Thorne asleep?"
"Right. Then dress please."
His creaseless khaki uniform phased into being and he twitched the Windsor knot in his tie until it was verging on being uncomfortably tight agai
Song MeMe Pt 01 - RDMore Like This
Standing in the Rain
Since Lister arrived on Mimas, he'd spent most of his time drunk. Very, very drunk. He'd had a hundred dollarpound when he arrived [the sight of the bills shoved in his underpants surprised him more than the unfamiliar area] but it didn't last long with the outrageous price of lager on Mimas.
He was down to his very last fivepence when he woke up, half dressed in a seedy, red-light district hotel. He didn't make to move, just let his head pound and scream at him in a way that told him he was much too sober. A soft noise alerted him to the fact that there with a man fumbling to exit the room as quickly and quietly as possible.
Lister started, snapping into a sitting position and letting out a cry. Half out of pain in his head, and half out of surprise.
The man whirled, tripped, and slammed face-first into the door.
"Was' this all tha' smeg 'bout?" Lister moaned, rubbing his head. Slowly, parts of his body were starting to ache. And not just the parts he was e
100 Theme Challenge1. NameMore Like This
How Things Should Have BeenThey would walk hand in hand through the station, Harry pushing his trolley along by himself through the barrier. He’d woken up early that morning and dressed in everything except his cloak and hat (Lily explained that Muggles noticed that sort of thing). James would clap his son on the back as he stared, awestruck, at the train, and gently steer him over to one side. Lily would kiss his cheek and straighten his tie, smiling proudly. James would hug him tight and whisper ‘Good luck’ in his ear just in case.More Like This
Sirius and Remus sprint over to them; they’re late because Sirius had been out drinking last night and had woken up with a hangover. But he scoops Harry up (‘Hey kiddo, have fun at Hogwarts!’) and spins him round. Lupin would smile and hug him as well, pressing a chocolate frog into his small hands. Peter wasn’t coming; they hadn’t seen him in a few years since he decided he needed to make his own way in the world. But Harry knew he wa