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The "Perfect" Husband1. Have a job: Be the provider, nature demands it.
2. 9-5: Work a full day and make sure to come home from work for dinner.
3. Communication: feel free to "talk" (complain) to wife. It is, what they're supposed to do, listen and not speak.
4. Make yourself comfortable: Your wife went to all the trouble of fixing up the home, make sure she has a busy day tomorrow by kicking your feet up and relaxing all day/night long!
5. Don't get up: Your wife Lives to serve you! If you get up to get a snack, she isn't doing her job! You shouldn't let this happen!!
6. Rule of the remote: You bring home the bacon, therefore its your remote. Changing the channel to what you wish to watch is fun for the whole family!
7. Be a man: You must be swift as a coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!!
8. Make suggestions, to improve household life: Is your dinner a bit cold? The sandwich not to your l
3 and 4 gossip on omegleYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hey ;3
Stranger: hey 4
You: have u seen 9?
Stranger: I think he is next to 8
You: D: u sure
You: i herd rumor about 789
Stranger: well he could have left with 6
You: hmm true..
You: i herd 1 and 2 are still at it :<
You: well and 6 is for 9
Stranger: possible those low numbers just dont know when to stop
You: u got that right
You: and 5 that little hoar
Stranger: well i couldnot say
Stranger: well i dont know 5 well enough
You: :< aw
You: but yeah..
You: poor 6,
You: 7 have eye on 9 now..
Stranger: yes 9 isnt interested?
You: ugh ikr
You: i think he still wanna be on the whole 69 thing
You: but wut about 0
You: 0 all alone D
Stranger: well hes nothing
You: O: no way.
You: i herd that 10 is 0 and 1's kid
You: i tihnk 6
kiii...Arguing, arguing, arguing, why are they yelling? They keep yelling, Rip did us no harm, she helped us. Arguing, Arguing, they keep yelling. Not they, no, not them, Claude he's yelling. Rip doesn't like him yelling, arguing arguing.
Why can't we be a normal family?
why can't we be normal?
why can't we be
we're not normal, we're not anything. We're not supposed to exist
Why do we then?
Not all of us are made from the same thing, and not all of us were made. Claude he's more than a bunch of stitches, he's more than what he is he's a fighting machine Miss Emm is mostly gears Rip is apparently human and Spike a robot
" I Wonder What It Would Be To Destroy Them "
"We don't destroy family "
"Get It Through Your Head Boy, You Have No Family, You Are Nothing, You Are Simply Here To Do As I Say "
"I must have a purpose that is why I was made like the rest of them I MUST have a pu
Day 5: letter to a strangerDear stranger at the restaurant,
I'd be glad to listen to your story. Sir you are a gifted story teller, I feel as if I'm right there.
That was a very interesting story, thank you for telling me. No actually, we don't live in this city, we're here upon recommendation of my Aunt.
This food IS pretty good! thank you for recommending it mister!
Well sir, it seems you have to go, it was a pleasure talking to you.
I hope you do meet up with the people your looking for.
I hope you do make it to that party.
Mostly, I hope you get cured of your sickness, the world needs more story tellers like you sir, it's a shame that your voice is gone...
The Mexican girl on the opposite booth.
Day 4: letter to my dreamsDear subconscious me,
You have given me many ideas, some good, and some bad. Out of anybody or anything you've been around the longest, and gone the longest just the same. Each one of the dreams has been unique, each one worth a mention to other people, just please let me remember you.
I miss you when your gone
See ya tonight~
Day 3: the SiblingDear Jr,
Please do your big sister a favor and don't grow up being a spoiled poser brat.
I yell, I ground you, and I act like more of a parent than of our parents do most of the time. However, that't because I don't want you to end up like one of those bullshit rappers who make it big once, then become the whores of the musical world. Or, working as some underpaid tard at some restaurant that is slowly killing the population...or something...I know that sounds mean and highly unlikely (that means it might not happen) but seriously, pay attention in school kid
And for the love of god STOP wearing those skinny jeans
And stay the heck out of my room or else I'll make Frieza take you away
and i'm serious about that
Day 2: The ParentsDear mom and dad,
You pester me, you judge everybody I meet by the first person you met, and made me go to a new place when I said I didn't want to. You made me stay when I didn't want to, and you made me go through a living hell when it wasn't necessary.
I would never have met the people I know, I would have never found this site, and I would never have found my calling.
It has taken me a while to catch on, and it might be too late (seeing as how we have not much time left in this specific house)...but I really do love it here.
Thank you for helping me, thank you for putting up with me, and thank you for dealing with everything as parents should.
I just wish it was easier to talk to you, and easier to ask of you.
From your one and only daughter,
Day 1: The Best FriendDear you,
You should know who you are, and if you don't then I have failed in my part of claiming that you are in fact my best friend. Trust me, I don't use the phrase so often, in fact when other people claim me as their best friend I get a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach and just smile. But I know, and I will always know that you are my best friend and that this has been some of the greatest years of my life on this crazy ride of meeting you. How I got so lucky as to being in the right place at the right time? Bah I'll never know, and hell I wont question it so long as I do know that we did get to meet each other and that's good enough for me.
Of course the friendship isn't perfect, but who the hell expects one to be?
The best part of it has to be that we never had any of those prissy bitchy fights that end most and any friendship like the other wannabes at the school. Hell the worst dispute that we have ever had, had to beeee .(either I'm being naive, or I'm hidi
Civlillian prolouge v-02Congratulations! Connor Caselman, you have been selected along with 20 other of your classmates to take part in a once, in a lifetime opportunity!
You are now enrolled in our 2nd Generation experiment, the "Yoruse" program. The task you will all be expected to complete, is to simply study abroad in the dimension of your choosing.
The Beginning of this process has already begun, not only are you already registered, but as you will have noticed by now, our 2A-X Units have already started to neatly pack most of your belongings into our ready-to-go-van. Your name has also been erased from the city and state records. Mind our units no attention though, as you probably have been able to tell, they do not respond to non-members of the C.I. act, such as your self. They were also set to not begin this process until you opened this letter. We hope you didn't keep them waiting too long.
That of course, was only Phase 1-1. Phase 1-2 will involve your quick transport to our base, where you shall r
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't be
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c
Self made birth story generatorHow to use this is simple. Go to RANDOM.ORG and use their random numbers generator. Just put it to a 1 to 7 scale and you'll be fine. If you use this, tell me; I look forward to seeing what ever it is that you make.
Step 1: species
2: egg based
Step 2: size
6: smaller than normal
7: larger than normal
Step 3: occupation
1: High school
2: house wife
5: collage student
Step 4: help
Step 5: cause
4: self impregnation
Step 6: location
4: the woods
5: a river
7: in the middle of nowhere
Step 7: time of birth
1: due date
2: three weeks early
3: two weeks early
4: one week early
5: one week overdue
6: two weeks overdue
7: three weeks overdue
SDCC: Godzilla 2Mothra. Rodan. King Ghidorah. What do these all have in common? They're starring in the upcoming sequel to the new Godzilla movie!
Yu-gi-oh Rise of a New Pharaoh-Chapter 24
Rise of a New Pharaoh
The Creators Downfall Part 3
Tristan and Serenity
Daniel draws and looks at his hand. "First, I'll summon my Phantom Beast Wild-Horn!" The monster appears on the field. It spins the sword in its hand and points towards Strike Ninja.
"Next I'll give him a 300 attack and defense boost with my Mystical Moon Spell Card!"
Daniel smiles and points towards Strike Ninja. "Go Wild-Horn! Attack, Strike Ninja!" Wild-Horn holds his sword steady with two hands and runs towards Strike Ninja. As Wild-Horn is near inches of Strike Ninja, he swings his sword. Strike Ninja flinches, but when he opens his eyes, he see's Marauding Captain in front of him and in pain.
"What?" Daniel said as Wild-Horn jumps back to Daniels Side.
Duke smiles and picks up the Marauding Captain card. "I see you did
ChaosPorządek jest iluzją. Świat zawsze, od czasów starożytności żył w chaosie, może nie totalnym, beznadziejnym chaosie apokalipsy, jednak świat nigdy nie widział spokoju, na jaki zasłużył.
Od zarania dziejów ludzie topili swoje racje we krwi niewinnych, podnosząc bunty, wzniecając wojny toczone o błahostki, niszcząc drugiego człowieka, często anonimowego. I mimo, że teraz mamy wszystko, czego pragniemy - a przynajmniej bogaci posiadają wszystko, czego pragną - świat nadal jest pogrążony w bezsensownych wojnach. Dla tych ludzi, których kraj objęty jest wojną, już nastała apokalipsa. Chaos wypełnia ich dzień dzisiejszy i boją się o jutro. Kobiety są gwałcone, dzieci wyciągane z łóżek, mężczyźni rozstrzeliwani bezlitośnie, często po torturach. Świat nie je
A WishI wish I could hold your hand, look into your eyes, listen to your voice, take care of you, and love you the way you should be loved. But above all…I wish I was yours.
JOIN ME~join me here!~
i will be drawing cause i haven't drawn anything in weeks
paracusiaJuly 27, 2014; 9:41 PM
Hello, welcome, greetings, salutations – whatever you want to hear by way of introduction. Because that’s how you’re supposed to begin a piece of literature, right? With an introduction? At least, that’s how it is with fictional writing. Start it off with a bang, a hook, something to attract readers and set the stage. I’m not certain that it goes for nonfictional writings as well, but it’s irrelevant at this point anyway – it’s too late for an introduction now that I’ve spent an entire paragraph drabbling about introductory paragraphs.
My name is emily. I suppose that most of you already know that (clearly I don’t expect many to read this), but I may as well state that here and now. Yes, I am a real person. Yes, this is all real. To be fair, I don’t know what I’m saying is real at this point in time, but you and I, whoever you may be, shall find out as the n
"A life changing event"As if the chilly morning wasnt enough to scare us, the sudden barks coming from the lonely outside emptiness sent even more shivers down the spine. It was the type of typical noise that the whole world was used to, and yet in this setting it was so unusual. Somebody had to go and investigate. One of the three brave souls had to go and take that first step into the cold anyways, so why not go out and investigate the noise while they were at it? Fear, thats what stopped the six year old child from doing his sisters request.
Hurry up! Well be late for school! she tried to encourage to him. With a sigh and an unbelievable amount courage he slowly began to open the door, the icy handle pierced his hand, his breath left him as soon as he heard the click noise of the door that indicated it was fully open. A few steps into the unknown and a few more moments later was when the cry was heard
Wow! Its a puppy! Those four wo
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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