...Zat would be...your mother!
uNF!I don't think I've gasmed so hard in a while.
~DamoclesandEverto
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Happy Birthday, Mel.“Mr. O’Connor! Mr. O’Connor!”Happy Birthday, Mel.
Noth ignored the voice and continued tinkering with his headset. The blasted thing had given up the ghost and without it, he had no connection to his pit stop crew or his engineers, meaning no help if things went badly. It was not an issue that required much thought at the moment; the racing league that he participated in had long since finished- and the celebrations surrounding yet another successful defence of his title had begun to ebb away. He supposed that he found the relative quiet to be pleasant enough- perhaps it would give his ears a chance to recover from loud music an
by ~DamoclesandEverto
25 prompts for Amber.“25 prompts” list, to keep you amused.25 prompts for Amber.
So, here are the rules. Some pairings I’m going to specify, others I won’t- sometimes, I’ll just pop a particular song or a piece of music into the mix, so you can go wild. Pictures, doodles, sketches, scribblings- the choice is yours. With luck, this will keep you out of mischief until I’m done with exams, and I’ll receive a lovely stock of win to peruse on the day I refuse to do anything afterwards.
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1. “Not Fair”, Lily Allen.
2. D/E, “Everto had never been to a comedy club…and it had been som
by ~DamoclesandEverto
Ownership.When Xaldin returned, he knew who would be waiting for him. He was always waiting; always did, every single time, without fail. Even when he had his own mission to attend to, he would return there- same place, same seat, same routine.Ownership.
He was hooded this time, but Xaldin knew him well enough to know the man concealed beneath the fabric. Slowly raising his hands to take down his own hood, the Lancer craned his neck to look up at the solitary figure sat on the raised platform, high above him. It was dark in the meeting hall; the Castle was currently enduring a rather violent thunderstorm- the rain and the gloom had blocked out much
by ~DamoclesandEverto
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- Current Residence: England.
- Interests: Many.
- Favourite movie: Dragonheart.
- Favourite band or musician: Classic FM's guitarists.
- Favourite genre of music: Clasical
- Favourite artist: Francis Bacon.
- Favourite poet or writer: None that are specific.
- Favourite photographer: Amber. Or the venture guys.
- MP3 player of choice: No real preference.
- Shell of choice: Sundials, all the way.
- Favourite game: Suikoden II.
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2/DS
- Favourite cartoon character: Chase Young.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, pencil, keyboard, hands.
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--
She breaks a bottle, lets it slip
As if the whipping wind could lash,
Could drag it gently from her grip--
She smiles,
and the green shards flash
between her parted lips.
--
"Do I look like I'm down there? No. I am up here, in your face, which is where I'll stay if you don't start using your brain. D< Honestly."
--
She breaks a bottle, lets it slip
As if the whipping wind could lash,
Could drag it gently from her grip--
She smiles,
and the green shards flash
between her parted lips.
--
"Do I look like I'm down there? No. I am up here, in your face, which is where I'll stay if you don't start using your brain. D< Honestly."
--
パンが無ければお菓子を食べればいいじゃない。
--
"Do I look like I'm down there? No. I am up here, in your face, which is where I'll stay if you don't start using your brain. D< Honestly."
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"Do I look like I'm down there? No. I am up here, in your face, which is where I'll stay if you don't start using your brain. D< Honestly."
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