I'm sickenedThere are three people who need to get the balls to pull themselves out of this ridiculous circle. This vicious circle of hatred and accusations and harassment that does nothing but pull the three of you in further and further. For months I and others have watched you drag each other down, spiral deeper and deeper into your cesspool. And over what? A sparkledragun design? Plates? Poofy hair? Nothing of value, and nothing that matters.More Like This
I understand that when a character is made, it becomes a part of you, and it is your intellectual property. But a character is not the most significant part of a person. It doesn't really impact your life. It's not so important that when someone else rips it off, you start a third world war.
Please, darlings. You live so far away from each other. You will never have to see or deal with each other, you will never physically harm each other like you threaten to. Never. This is the internet, and your death threats have no meaning here. Just stop it. Y
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"I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you.
It's Friday I'm in love."
Chris let his head move along to the music, the sun gracefully moving over his skin like soft, light touches of heat, his eyes shut and mouth slightly formed into a gentle curve upwards, the blonde mess of strands that was his hair being pulled back with the usual rubber band. He loved lazy days like these, when he could sit and just relax for a few moments, enjoy the day and some good company, luxuries Chris hardly had the time to appreciate now days with all the premiers and filming taking up most of his precious time. It wasn't that Chris hated his job, god no, he loved his job and all the opportunities it granted him, but sometimes even the best of us needed to have a break from the busy reality and just enjoy the simple things in life for awhile.
Tom was sitting next to him, cross-legged with a guitar resting comfortably again
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The shock Dnias sent through me would have kept another person stunned for several seconds, maybe a minute. But I’d had my fair share of shocks.
In the lab, electric shock therapy was what the doctor had used. He thought it would enhance my ability, help them figure out what part of my brain it originated from.
It was horrible. It was painful. But in this moment, I was almost thankful, because my recovery time was quick.
I pushed myself to my hands and knees. The “sight” was still gone – maybe the shock had jarred something, flipped a switch. But my ability was still going strong.
Dnias was running. I saw through his eyes, his thoughts. He was running through the memory of the maze, jumping across gaps towards the Door. Yang had vanished, was in his head now, and I could hear them arguing.
“I told you we shouldn’t have trusted him!”
Shut up! I didn’t know, okay? He didn’t seem like the last guy.
“He was reading our minds. H