GUESS WHAT.SOOO....Inky and I are drawing downstairs, and dad walks in after coming home from work. And he holds up a bag of ice cream (Yay! But not the best part!) and then says, "so I went to buy ice cream, thinking we could.....sit down and watch Doctor Who...with the space Spitfires."
GUYS!!! My DAD just said we were going to watch Doctor Who!!!!! Yeahhhh.....we made our parents watch Eleventh Hour the other night. OMG GUYS. MY DAD MIGHT BE A WHOVIAN.
Anyhoo! Working on repeats and commisshes right now!!
-A very proud Mel
I have a surprise for you!!Silas is no longer camera shy!
So Armeo and I wanted to ask Si something via our blog.....AN DANG IT WE CAN'T POST IT! YouTube hates us, I swear. So we put it into gifs thanks to Sara!
Us: "So, Si can you play 'Macarena' On guitar?"
"But I won't."
Us: "Would you play it for maddi?"
Now you guys can't see it....bummer. Well, there ya go. SURPRISE.
Autumn PoemThe season's name doesn't fit.
Only the trees understand
With their fiery colors lit.
Why Fall is at hand.
After the denim rain
The sky lights up in gold
One can barely refrain
To splash around in the cold.
Pumpkins guard front doors
Fat and happy,
In their orange-hued pores.
With juicy interior trapping.
Fires snap and dance making,
The smell of pine smoke.
The leaves shaking
From the wind's sharp poke.
This is when we all realize
This seasons name don't fit.
With sweater,gloves and pies,
There's no time to Fall or even sit.
Inspired by this one rainstorm we just had. Afterward, sun peeked through and the whole sky lit up yellow-gold. It was so pretty!!
My sister just printed out Lord-knows-how-many pictures of Misha Collins and put them everywhere around my house. EVERYWHERE. HE WATCHES ME IN THE SHOWER GUYS.
It's celebrating April fools and stuff. Its all over my tumblr dash, too. But REEEEALLY. YES, INKY IM TALKING TO YOU.
So you guys can just come over and help me clean up Misha. Yep....I got strawberry shortcake and ham...
-a confused Mel
Gloggy, Avengers and a Happy New YearWow!! Christmas was amazing!! All I really wanna say is hope you guys do too.......but we all know better. I like to talk! :iconshrugsplz:
So my bro, sis and I stayed up LATE Christmas night, watching batman and avengers. During which (okay ALL DAY) I was drinking glogg. This is a non-alcoholic Finnish drink that my Fin taste buds have taken a liking too. So here we all are, downstairs with Hulk kicking Loki's butt, drinking glogg in wine glasses and getting a bit woozy cuz it's twelve at night and, the glogg is actually real strong.
So we laugh at everything NOT funny, jump over the couches and eat fudge. At 12. All three of us.
'twas fun-ness. :iconpartyshardplz:
The StrongSadness comes, taps and knocks
It seeps through walls and even locks
When demons with red hair
Bend down in dark despair
Her puppeteer raises high in the air
And tells her no one will ever care.
When bright amber eyes burn
Making all evil in his path turn
The owl-man will stretch his wings
Even though the dark pain stings
His lost love causes twistings
But the sun will come, and brightly it sings.
Her ginger hair will burn like fire
And fall in love with a princely liar
The Queen of justice will raise her head
And clean all wounds that ever bled
She wipes away all tears he shed
And kept peace in her godly homestead
When brothers cry for each other
Three orphans without father or mother
The eldest screams with guilt and regret
And the wisest son becomes a silhouette
The third will pay with blood and sweat
AUGH sorry for feels. I did a poem of this a while ago. It features some characters of my friends'. Top features Lily (c) :icondapperdeku: then Soren (c) :iconIronicallyRan
Phew...Okay.Well this is awkward.
Its the end of the month and all I've done is four pics.
SHAME ON MEEEEEE. Sheesh.
But!! Good news and bad news!: Good news, I have All my commissions in pencil form! Go me! :iconepicclapplz: The bad news is that they'll ALL have to wait because me, stupid Cinderella, left my colored pencils at school. Personally, I'd rather leave a shoe. So there will be a wait, sorry.
AND THEN AFTER THAT I SHALL BE FREEEE!!!! Whooo!!
So, question: Should I.......*braces myself* Start a Tumblr???? I have been musing this over and can't decide. Help me guys!!!
Oh, and I want to thank all my new watchers. YOU GUYS.....JEEZ I LOVE YOU.
On a random note I had a dream the other night with :iconRosilianMockwood: :iconDapperDeku: and :iconTheBritishGeek: in it.....so weird. Two of you I haven't even met! What the heck?
SpeechlessSo....I've had a tough week. Today was another blast of.....reality. So I'm in my dark room, trying to dry tears, and I go on DeviantArt.
In my messages are the most random, heartfelt notes on my profile from friends, some I know and some I don't know.....
And I start bawling. All over again.
So, I can't say it enough, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. You guys just made my day a WHOLE lot better. I REALLY LOVE YOU ALL!! (Even if I've never met some, ha!) but every comment means so much to me.
I WISH I COULD JUST HUG YOU ALL!!! Thanks thanks thanks thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Guy or Gal??LETS SEE MY REAL SIDE!!!
Your boy side
[x] You love hoodies. (Not-so-secret-now obsession with hoodies!!!)
[x] You love jeans.
[x] Dogs are better than cats. (No offense my cat-lover friends. That's just my opinion~)
[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt. (On YouTube videos, anyway)
[x] You've played with/against boys on a team. (All the time. Boys are the best teammates really)
[/] Shopping is torture. (Without grow ups. And at bookstores!!)
[x] Sad movies suck. (My siblings always pretend to build dams around me. I get SOOO teary!)
 You own an X-Box.
[x] Played with Hot wheels cars as a kid. (COOLEST. TOYS. EVER!!)
[x] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter. (Recently, actually)
 You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.
[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
[x] You watch sports on TV. (Notice it's not past-tense, ha)
 Gory movies are cool.
[x] You go to your dad for advice.
 You own like a trillion baseball caps. (I would...*sniff* if I ha
35 PT GIVEAWAY! <33Edit 2: Ending early.
Edit: Forget making a journal, journal is optional :iconmingplz:
Because if more than 200 enter I'll raise the prize to 50.
I can't make up my mind on journal skins :iconlazycryplz:
In celebration of hitting 150 watchers which is more than my main account(why do you people watch me i'm not cool or anything)
and since I haven't had one before on this account, I'm having a 35 giveaway!
How to Enter:
3.) Fav this journal
If you guys want to :iconbigwatchplz: me or :iconllama3dplz: me that's fine too
i really do love llamas just saying
1.) No double accounts
3.) Be nice ^^
Basically, I will use random.org with the number of favs
Whoever I pick wins!
Once again, winner get's 35 points!
Prize will go up if we get more than 200 favs!
Ends on 9/15~
Hope you guys like this idea! I always love hosting giveaways c:
Batteries - a Delta-Omega humour fanficBatteries
Sev closed his eyes and exhaled as silently as he could manage.
"And I swear, it was this close to my face…" Fi held up his hands in front of him to illustrate the short distance the IED had been from his now very scratched bucket.
"So I threw myself on it. It was one of those moments where I could hear sarge yelling at me through the comms – no offense, ner vod, but you can be pretty loud – but somehow it all moved in slow motion – I know you were all thinking that I was pretty stupid, but you've all seen me do that kind of thing before, so you can't exactly say that I had no idea what I was doing…"
Sev groaned inwardly. He swore, if Fi didn't shut his mouth very soon, the Arca Barracks would have one less commando in their Company. And he wasn't quite sure if it would be Fi with the round in his head or himself.
"Didn't even feel it," Fi continued, sitting back triumphantly
AN OLD FRIEND--Part 2: Alpha meets Obi-Wan “Alpha,” said a voice behind him.
He turned slightly in his seat. It was General Kenobi.
Rising stiffly to his feet he stood at attention. The Jedi almost immediately waved him to ease.
“Alpha, how long were you in those stasis tubes?”
He swallowed, feeling the scratches on his neck strain just from the little movement of his adam’s apple.
“Two months, sir.”
Obi-Wan gave a small smile.
“I realize that you’re not the same Alpha I rendezvoused with on Kamino,” he said ruefully.
The trooper said nothing, not wanting to offend the Jedi who seemed to have taken a liking to him.
“Where is that trooper, might I ask?”
“CT-2225 is—dead, sir,” he said, a lump forming in his throat.
The General’s face softened with sympathy.
“He died from the clone sickness, sir,” finished Alpha, glad for the protection of his helmet so
Fantabulous interactive fashion show!!I know I'm not one for fashion, but this idea was a double whammy that's been stewing in me for a while.
I'll feature My OCs and a few others (Ones already chosen, sorry folks!) In a totally interactive Fashion Show that you get to decide who-wears-who!! Also, the themes and colors chosen are from smalltime photographers like you and me (well, maybe not me...I'm a digital artist) The fashion show is based on the fantabulous, so no normal suit-and-tie stuff here. These colors will burn bright!!
Here's a list of photos used in the Fashion show!
Buttons by wallefan10Guarding my Castle by wallefan10
Ma Cherie by i-love-pledee1198Lines Undefined by AcousticSpazz16.365 Umbrella by forever-just-jess
Peace by forever-just-jessHells Bells by Hands-and-TeethGreen II by Lionpelt-66Tower by Satanizmihomedog
There's nineteen. (Just in case you're counting)
Now the interactive part will be voting which OCs will be assigned to which picture, and I d
Okay, everyone! And I mean EVERYONE!!This is a contest.
Yes a contest.
IT'S ABOUT OCs.
Yes. Those people hanging around you for no apparent reason.
Note me one ( yes, ONE. So be decisive!) of your favorite OC's (or at least one you'll think I'll like) details. (backstory, looks, likes, etc. It doesn't necessarily have to have a backstory, but I do love a good backstory.) And I'll pick my favorite out of all of them. And draw them. And give you points. (Thank you, Lightfeather16)
Specifically: One full body picture and 25 points.
OC's Name: Christopher Underhill Pidd. (C.U.Pidd)
Age: Looks around 38, but is really 197 years old. Cupids age that way.
Looks: Scruffy, tangled blonde hair, squinting grey eyes, Chin scruff, Short stature, Tiny white wings in the middle of his back. Fat, and smells of stale chocolates.
Personality: Gruff, grouchy and cranky. He is only nice to his true love, Kesma, the mermaid.
Likes: Making potions, Ugly valentine sweaters, Chuck Norris and romance movies, b
Happy Mushy Lovey Dovey day!!Sorry for any upset stomachs, Dean's just trying to be sweet.
Thanks for all the love you guys have sent me, I promise I'm working on some personal valentines to say thank you.
Also an update on the fantastic fashion show:
The inspiration for it is slowly regressing, and i fear without the help of polls, it will soon disappear, however, I will draw any and all OCs originally planned to be in the suits, just for a form of repayment of your expectant broken hearts.
Happy Valentine's day y'all!!
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Phone-Call #1: February 18th, 1961"He—Hello?"
"Is this Miss Halliburton?"
"Who on earth is calling me at this time of night?"
"Take a guess."
"I—what? Who is this?"
"Wow, you don't even recognize my voice. I'm offended."
"Is this some sort of prank call?"
"After all we went through."
"If you don't tell me who you are and why you're calling, I'm hanging up right now. It is too damn early for this."
"Then I'll just call again. Well, actually, don't hang up, I've only got fifty cents left."
"For God's sake, who the is this?"
"I already told you to guess, Ilex—I thought you were clever."
"Took you long enough."
"Simon, it is two in the morning. What is wrong with you?"
"Well, I've got six pounds of shit building up in my airways, I can't breathe without an oxygen tank and I'm an asshole."
"I already knew that. Now why are you calling me in the middle of the night—and did I hear you say you're at a payphone?"
"Yes, there's one on the bottom floor of the hospital."
"What are you doi
the good don't stayI blinked, shifted and cringed. My body was sore, my mind was cloudy and everything throbbed, especially my feet. I blinked a few more times. Goodness, my eyelids were heavy and my wrists itched—how scratchy the blanket upon my chest was! I took in a deep breath and tried to get past the blurriness.
"It looks like we have a survivor. How are you feeling?"
Turning my head, I saw a white coat, and as my eyes drifted up, there was a stethoscope, assorted pens stuffed inside a pocket, a clean-shaven chin and grey eyes. I opened my mouth, but closed it again, because my tongue was dry and I really didn't feel like talking to anyone. Honestly, I was awful at dying. Everything was trying to do me in, even myself, but I just wouldn't.
And then shame filled me when what I had done truly sunk in:
I could have died.
I wiggled my fingers—I was alive.
"How am I feeling?" I rasped as my old temper was aroused by the absurdity of the doctor's question. "I feel fine. Absolutely goddamn dandy. N
why I've lost touch to this placeI don't quite know how it happened that exactly tonight the idea for creating a post like this crept up to me, and the longer I think of it I see no particular reason either. it's one of these things that rambles in the back of your mind for long enough, yet you're never too aware of it ... and all of the sudden it bursts out to the world, or it is willing to, and you are the one to choose if you want that to be.
now I've been on this website for long enough and it's either me or the website that changed in order for me to feel about it the way I do; even though I believe it is not quite the latter. I remember these times where I adored this website and it meant so much to me so I ended up spending ages browsing the width of galleries and art we have on here; now that hasn't changed, I'm still fascinated by some things that I find.
yet what something inside of me started to think is that this place has become yet another place that just scratches along the surface and doesn't dig deepe
BOOK THIEF CASTASDJFGDKOSAJGHKLFSD;
LOOK AT RUDY
LOOK AT HIM
AND LOOK AT LIESEL
LOOK AT HER
AND FUCKING PERFECT GEOFREY RUSH IS FYUHCKING HANS
MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN LEADING TO THIS MOMENT
PLEASE MAKE THIS MOVIE BEAUTIFUL
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE BOOK EVER WRITTEN
For future reference,I write from personal experience.
I don't write for you, I write for myself.
Every piece takes a part of me with it.
If you don't like the bloody mess
my words leave behind,
I love this site, I love my followers.
But, I have never wanted to leave this site more then I do right now.
I can't take all this negative attention and controversy my writing brings to the surface.
Update: I'm not leaving, I just feel like I have to really watch what I say. And I shouldn't have to feel this way.
I shouldn't have to censor myself. And I wont, for anyone.
CLOSED 1750 Point Giveaway CLOSEDYEAH GIVEAWAY
I MIGHT MAKE IT BIGGER IDK LET'S DO THIS
1st - 1000
2nd - 500
3rd - 250
1. watch me!!!!! (i will check Hey)
2. make a journal w/a link to this giveaway journal!!!!!
3. leave a comment on this journal w/a link to the journal you made!!!!!!!
4. i will give u a # and u will be entered. Cool!
ends.................................sunday, december 16 B)
winner will be chosen w/random.org
plesese enter thx CLOSED POSTING WINNERS SOON
Possible new story!Since I'm having major writers block for TMITD but too much creative energy, I've channeled it into another project, at least temporarily.
It's 1961, and to support herself and prepare for nursing school the subsequent fall, eighteen-year-old Holly Halliburton becomes a member of a very peculiar agency. They are called "The League of Bedside Sympathizers", or at least that is their official title, though nobody seems to know what it means nor where it originated. Her job? To provide solace and smooth the transition between life and death for hospital patients who have no living or reachable kin. Having successfully undergone four separate "transitions", serious, soft-spoken Holly feels as though she is prepared for anything the agency throws her way. That is, until she is thrust to the bedside of Simon Dalaigh, a melancholy, spirited and blunt young man dying from acute Cystic Fibrosis of the lungs. Their unusual circumstances eventually throw them together int
It's the end of the world but DFTBAIt's December 21st, it's a Friday morning
I'm just lying on my couch, today is looking pretty boring.
But I remember what the Mayans said 3,000 years ago,
Now I'm getting pretty worried, it's too soon for me to go.
But that's all right.
And that's ok.
The apocalypse is coming, just
It's the end of the world,
No, I've never fought a nerd,
But I'm a Nerdfighter today.
It's the end of the world,
And it's the end of John and Hank,
But when it comes to being awesome
We've got no one more to thank.
It's the end of the world,
and we're running out of luck,
But with the help of all you nerds
We've fought a lot of worldsuck.
It's the end of the world,
But I don't really mind.
For whatever time we're here
There's so much awesome left to find.
And that's all right.
And that's ok.
The apocalypse is coming, just
It's the end of the world,
I'm gonna really miss those Greens
With their giraffe mating videos
And Pizza John tees.
It's the end of the world
All the creatures, all
adaptation of scene from 'moon in the door'not quite sure where this is going to be in the book, but I'll find a way.
"Simon, Simon! Wait!"
His arms were wrapped round his stomach as though he was embracing himself or holding something inside him, though he never stopped walking. Holly followed him, being sure to stay several feet behind as she pulled along his oxygen tank.Holly followed him, being sure to stay several feet behind as she pulled along his oxygen tank. She worried desperately for his lungs, but knew he would refuse to put the cannula back on, so she simply went along behind him for twenty minutes or so until he suddenly veered off the road and made his way towards a small stone church. His strides were swift and as long as his legs, and soon he was walking among the moss-covered gravestones and monuments that littered the grounds. His eyes listed over the various names upon the plaques until he at stopped suddenly at one.
From me, to you.This week I've noticed a couple of people posting comments like "I will never be able to write like that" or "I wish I could write as well as you" and I wanted to quickly respond to them whilst its on my mind.
Firstly, I am no expert writer. I suffer with issues of punctuation, grammar, spelling, editing, stubbornness and pride.
But secondly, please remember that I am 25 years old and I have poems that I wrote when I was ten. That means I've been writing fifteen years. I have an archive of about 700 pieces. It's a lot. And the more words you write, the more words you will have written that have the potential to be amazing. Simple maths!
BUT I know this might sound like just words, so... from me to you, here is a poem I wrote in 1997, at the age of ten. You may laugh, point, pretend that it's amazing, whatever you like, but just remember that everyone starts somewhere, and everyone progresses beyond that if they try.
A bit of analsis pertaining Jack Frost, RotG.The Unsolicited Jack Frost Post of Prolixity
I'm sorely tempted to dedicate this entire wall-o'-text-to-be to the character of Jack Frost; DuchessAliana would understand the necessity of doing something like that.
So, if you are reading this mess, I made this:
This ship, you guys.
But, anyway, first and foremost: the kids in that theater didn't realise the sheer wonderment and perfection of this film, which would explain the loud chatter and them repeating the characters dialogue throughout the 97 minutes.
And as understandable as that is, I did find myself sitting there trying not to turn around and point to the screen and yell "SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE I'M TRYING TO WATCH
JACK FROSTTHIS WORK OF ART, GOD DAMN IT" at them - see note at end.
But Rise of the Guardians was brilliant, and it just might be the kind of film you'll have to see more than once to grasp everything it is trying to say.
That being said, it leads me onto some
That Horrible Feeling When...You're hugging your mom goodnight and you have your eyes open, staring at the fireplace when suddenly a green lazer light appears on it.
And you've been watching season 6 of Doctor Who all night...
And you think he's finally come....
But then you turn and realize its dad playing with his new pistol lazer? Oh the agony.
SIIIIGHHHH. Goodnight my friends. Guess I won't be off on space adventures.