Random question, but do you/have you ever role played on Gaiaonline before? v:
Mind explaining exactly how hard they were hit by said car? I don't laugh at things like that. I mean, people following over, yeah. People running into doors, yeah, maybe a little giggle. But when someone is seriously hurt, I get this horrible feeling inside. A couple years ago, I witnessed my step brother (11 at the time) and little brother (5 at the time) get hit by a car. My step brother got his leg ran over, you could hear the snap, then he just started yelling in pain. He had run out to save the younger one because the youngest had ran into the street to cross it and I was busy putting my other brother into our car across from our house. And the littlest one was hit in the head with the bumper of the truck, flew back, and laid in a puddle of his blood. No, I didn't laugh. I was horrified. I screamed for my step mom, then dropped everything and ran into the house to call 911.
I'll be honest...The first thing I thought, especially when I saw the picture was "Ewww." Yeah, no. Marrying a dog? I feel almost bad for this guy. Is he...lonely? This is just weird. I'm sure this isn't the first time it's happened, but it's weird to me. He says it isn't sexual, but...Who knows, they're like making out in the pi--*shot*. Seriously though. He's not hurting the dog but I don't know...It doesn't seem right to me. Especially that this is okay and same-sex marriage isn't, which is what really bothers me, I suppose.
Cuuuuuuute. ; ; Welcome to KHV. Make sure you read the rules, try to stay active and all that jazz. If you need some help, feel free to message me. :'D Christmas cookies for you. :3
I've never heard that before...xD
That makes it even more sad. D:
I would like to just learn Japanese fluently and goooo. At least for like a year or something, just to say I lived there for a year. xD But yeah,...
This broke my heart, but being near you now has fixed that. I'm hereeee. <3
Yes. ; ; :glomp: If I get it (AND I BETTER /TANTRUM), that song will be your Christmas present from me. XDD I understand though. It's hard to...
The second one wasn't awkward at all! 8D How are you, by the wayyy? *TURNS INTO TRANSFORMER*
*Bakes you some Christmas cookies* Hello there. :'3
--★ Limos. That was the first motivator. I’ve never ridden in a limo before, I’ve never even physically seen a limo before. Have you? Let me tell you, it’s liberating. There’s a sort of royal air about it—sort of like, “Hey look at me! I’m in a limo, how about you?†I’d normally not be such a prick about it but what can I say? I felt freakin’ famous in that thing. So this girl pays for celebrity transportation to the nicest ski lodge I’ve ever seen, and she provides a DJ and drinks? Not that I ski much, or do any kind of sports really. Played volleyball for the first three years of high school, that’s it. Couldn’t take it anymore—huge disappointment for my athlete parents, by the way. God, I’m glad to get out of there. Another perk. So this really can’t get any better for me honestly. Oh wait, yes it can. My boyfriend, Jake, is going to be there. We would have ridden in the same limo together, but frankly sometimes a girl needs some girl time, yeah? It gets a little hard listening to his philosophical intense-ness all day every day and absence makes the heart grow fonder. Don’t get me wrong. Jake and I have been dating since freshman year, and I don’t know what I’d do without him. But eh. I don’t want to think about that, really. Tonight is about fun. <3 ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀♥▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ❝To be or not to be—I wish that were really a choice.❞ Teenagers. Sweaty, drunk, filthy, sin-indulgent teenagers. Jessica loved it. It was more of a fascination than anything—at least she hoped so. Something about how primal it all seemed, when no parents were around, when school didn’t matter, when there was no shame involved. The way people changed, transformed, adapted to each other. But there was only one teenager she was looking forward to seeing. As she weaved through the crowds of people, (getting a decent amount of alcohol spilled on her hip in the process), she kept an eye out for him. The lodge was huge and warm enough. The entire place had been rearranged and cleared out for the party, and Angela had disappeared sometime after the ski-ing portion. Jessica wouldn’t have known if she had gone skiing or not, considering the fact that she didn’t ski or snowboard herself and instead enjoyed a nice ride up the lifts with some girlfriends, sharing lattes afterward at in the cute little café at the top. Because she hadn’t stuck around to participate in those activities, she found it even more discouraging that she wasn’t seeing Jake around yet. She and him had been texting each other earlier in the day, before darkness fell, but as soon as they hit the mountains and trees, signal had been cut off so she could only hope that he had stayed like he said he planned to. Soon she had weaved and worked her way passed the DJ and his turntables, passed the couches and chairs set up, the poker games, the make out sessions, around the corner and passed the stairs and front desk. Moments from giving up and figuring he had gone home early, another possible location came to mind and she straightened her top, slipping to her left and passed the glass double doors there. Her fingers tips brushed absently against her arms as the cold hit her, a shiver shooting up her spine. She had left her winter gear inside and had forgotten how cold it would be out, not that she had been planning to look out here. But something told her Jake would be here, whether it was to be deep, anti-social and thoughtful or just because he was smoking. Of course it was the latter. Cigarette pinched between his lips, eyes averted, smoke and fog from the cold dancing about him. If she had drank anything, the scene might have made her cry with it’s surrealism. Instead of speaking initially, she quietly brought herself closer and further out onto the patio, leaning against his idle arm and sharing his warmth. “Lonely?†It was a joke, of course. She didn’t think Jake had much of a problem being out here alone. It was her who was probably craving the most attention, but even if he hadn’t been here she would have stayed. Just to enjoy how bright the stars were, how warm the cafe on the other side of a half frozen lake looked, and the smell of winter.
Thanks again. <3 That was depressing and took me forever to redo. ; ; Time to finish this first post~
I understand that rational, in terms of enemies getting ahold of it. What I don't agree with is the fact that not only America, but other countries as well are built up around lies. Obviously theres nothing much we can do about that. I also don't agree with people saying the founder(s) of Wikileaks should be killed for treason for posting the information. Not everyone has the resources to leave, though. D: You never know who's going to get ticked off and nuke who next. My husband, the elves and I are keeping an eye out on all countries.
I guessed you were young, but only because when you joined my RP, your character had a "youngness" that I liked. Don't worry though. When I was on the Internet at 12, it was OBVIOUS. It's embarrassing even thinking about how awful I was. <<;
You're not. <3 I don't have a husband because the one who wanted to be Santa can't be. xD
Sadly, I agree with this. I'd rather know than be ignorant about it.
The seven deadly sins? I promise you. They ain't nothing compared to me. ♪ “Willow Deprivata?†“Dead.†“And, lastly…Teto Kasane?†“Dead.†“And who, might I ask, is the current DIVA?†“Klaire Cross, your highness.†“And the top DIVA in training?†“Dead.†“…Why is that?†“She tried to run away, your highness.†Ambrosia’s eyes narrowed in mild confusion, lips pressed together in thought for a second before she simply shrugged and dismissed the news, turning her head and causing the midnight-blue of her hair to brush against her cheeks. She wasn’t particularly interested in what this advisor had to say, but that might have been because this was the first time she was meeting with this one. The others had been executed. Treason, or something like that. She was losing the will to care much, and though it was perfectly acknowledged by both her (and her husband) that the reasons behind the executions were becoming a tad fuzzy, they both also realized that so long as they threw the Dragon’s rage somewhere in there, all would be forgiven. It wasn’t like she didn’t believe in the dragon, she had seen its power with her own eyes. The difficulty she had, she believed, was the preservation of innocent women. It had become a widely debated political and social problem, there just weren’t many left. Young girls were developing some sort of rebellious streak, some sort of desire to do something other than serve their kingdom and it was—bluntly, infuriating. Well, she thought, at least the castle was on their side. At least the older ones of the kingdom understood. At least she had, and expected, 100% cooperation and loyalty from those working there under her reign. With a confident smile on her face, she lazily locked her eyes upon that of the quiet, trembling man before her, her crossed legs locked in place and focus mainly turned to the open window to the side of her. After a few more seconds of silence, the Queen spoke. “So then...Advisor. What is the problem?†“Well, y-you see…It’s simply become a concern…that…maybe you’re—well, not you, but the sacrificing pro-process…I mean, ritual—tradition! Tradition…is…possibly…cutting down population growth. With the sacrificing of young women, there are less mothersâ€â€” “Ah.†“…A-ah, my Queen?†“Precisely. Ah.†The man blinked, attempting to gather himself and explain the statistics and such before a booming voice interrupted his thoughts. “What on earth is that?†With an exasperated and still slightly bored look on her face, the Queen pulled herself to her feet and brushed off her gown, the guards who had settled directly behind her in a protective but silent manner took their place by her side once more, following her to the opposite side of the long room and to the locked double doors leading out towards the throne room. Before she took the first step out into the hallway, she paused, a small smile playing on her lips. “…Kill him.†With that, she left her guards to their work and ignored the desperate and confused cries coming from behind her. She followed the echoes of her husband’s voice straight down the hall, to her left and passed her daughters room. As she was passing the doors to Princess Kolina’s room, she realized something strange. There was a cold draft coming from under the doors. It was never cold in the castle, she wouldn’t allow it. She frowned deeply, taking a slight long breath and pushing the doors open herself without waiting for assistance from the lurking guards. The window was wide open. Kolina was quite the dreamer, it wasn’t odd that she might have had the window open to stargaze or indulge in whatever silly fantasies she would. However, this was alarming because around this time, her daughter would have already closed it, and on top of that, she wasn’t in her room. Somewhere along the years, Ambrosia had forgotten what it was like to truly feel something. This wasn’t any sort of crisis for her, personally, but it sure as hell didn’t benefit those around her any. Her lips mashed together for a second like before, until she calmed herself. It didn’t take very long to dismiss the panic. She simply pulled back from the door and called a guard over. “Search the castle for the Princess.†“Yes, my Queen.†And her worry was over. They would find her, they always had. With this contentment filling the small heart she might have possessed, the Queen continued onwards to the throne room. She rolled her eyes—of course it had been the King putting on such a loud and angry performance. Quietly, and not necessarily noticed, she took her place beside him and took her beloved position once more. Legs crossed, chin in palm—boredom, until finally the King quieted. Lazily taking the necessary breath, she spoke. “Advisor is being executed,â€â€”Quietly—âI need a new one.â€â€”More importantly—“…And our daughter has gone missing, I suppose…What are you howling about?†[/CENTER]
Normally, if you upload an image with rounded corners like mine (without changing the background to the color of the forum, and just leaving it as .png) or in the shape of a circle or something, the edges are white instead of transparent.
Fans can do that to things. XDD And Demyx is amazing though. ;A;
