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Let the rain fallAs the water falls down
I sit within
All around me it hits gently
Calming Soothing Painful
It hides much within its grace
Yet brakes down the strongest of stone
It speaks gentle words of the world
As I move it changes
Making all different
And all better
FallingTo the ground we all fall, upon this earth we lay our heads
Nothing to catch us but a gentle breeze
We drift about in this life like a leaf in the wind
No true direction, only guesses where we will lay
As we land we make no sound
The earth groans a silent sigh of relief knowing we lay safe upon it
It starts to rain
As we lie in waiting drops land upon us
They roll down our cheeks
Cold trails form on us while they roll over our warm faces
To the point tears and rain become one
Our true emotions show
Where love, hate, sadness, happiness,grief and jealousy combine into a bliss of emotion
We become weightless once again
As we continue to fall we think of our life
What we want in it
With such clarity that all is shown, the veil over our eyes is gone
Only the light shows through
As the earth grows greater in view we slow
With the wind
With the water
We become one
Reapers Of the Living One"Hey jack?" James says in a low tone.
"What James?" as jack replies with the tone of annoyance in his voice.
"Do you still remember you life before we got sent to hell and became reapers of the living?" asked James.
Jack utters to James "yea I remember, I miss it every day. Thanks to you though I got sent to that prison and killed in that explosion!".
Whoa, really? You are blaming that on me? It was you who wanted to make the self sacrifice to save that girl that you loved jack. I gave you a choice, I detonate the nuclear device and you live a life with the girl, or we both go up in the explosion and look like we are heroes. But no, you wanted to look like a hero, well we were never really heroes after we were on the run.
Yea James, I know, but still, it's your fault that we got sent to prison you fucking asshole!
Hey, hey knife slinger. I had to kill off my entire corporation, they were corrupt and having me kill the innocent. Heck we barely had any contact before I went ro
Reapers Of the Living :Benny:First Name: Benny
Last Name: Kalkins
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: White
Cause of Death: Drug Over Dose
Demon Name: Benny
Occupation: Hells Gate Keeper and looks over the reaper program
Normal Attire: White suit from the 70's with a purple silk shirt, has black crow wings
Habits: Randomly showing up at the most inappropriate times for jack and James, Enjoys punishing the dammed as they enter hell, Enjoys dropping his annoying little stalker (Ashley) off with James and jack where she drives them absolutely nuts, always leaves one feather dropping slowly to the ground when he teleports from place to place, Enjoys appearing in front of James when he is getting ready to take his shot on a kill order
Favorite Drink: Dr. Pepper
History: Originally from the 70's he had died due to a drug over does in a club, he was sent to hell because it was categorized as a suicide, Lucifer for some reason greeted him with open arms and made him gate keeper of hell, h
Reapers Of the Living :Jack:First Name: Jack
Last Name: Winston
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: White
Original Occupation: Military analyst
Reason for Imprisonment: Framed by the government
Cause of death: Assisted suicide by James
Demon Name: Hasn't chosen yet
Powers: Can put extreme amounts of kinetic energy into anything he throws, heightened reflexes, super sensitivity, non human speed and agility, the ability to heal within seconds and have no scars, non human strength, teleportation, when he has his demonic powers he is invulnerable to every weapon known to man, can create a weapon from anything he finds
Job Skills: Top Ranked Marksman, Tracking, Explosives Technician, Manufacturing of Weapons, Survival expert, No Remorse, Insanity
Past Training: Ex Navy Seal, Navy Sniper, Navy Explosives Technician
Weakness: Women, caffeine
History: Lost all family at the age of 12, Lived by himself for years in the wilderness staying in the family cab
Reapers Of the Living :James:First Name: James
Last Name: Hyde
Nick Name: The Reaper
Weight: 196 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Color: Tan, White
Original Occupation: Hired Assassin
Reason for Imprisonment: Destroyed the Corporation that he worked for, killed the innocent.
Cause of Death: Suicide by explosion
Current Occupation: Reaper of the Living and Evil
Demon Name: He never wanted one
Powers: The ability to absorb energy from the surrounding environment, heightened reflexes, super sensitivity, non human speed and agility, the ability to heal within seconds and have no scars, non human strength, Able to use active camouflage and change his molecular structure so he can blend into surrounding environments, teleportation, when he has his demonic powers he is invulnerable to every weapon known to man, can control the path and direction of a bullet fired from any weapon, etc
Job Skills: Classified
Past Training: Classified
Family: Non existent
Reaping Attire: Heav
A few years gone by...Wake up. Get to work. Get home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Every day of my life. It's so boring. Where's the thrill, where's the excitement? The passion? The love? My life is so dull but so full of problems. Like the depression I'm still fighting. The self harm I never managed to completely overcome (oh God, the scars all over me. So ugly...). The memories of a rough past, keeping me up at night. Only one thing keeps me going. The online life I've been building for so long. The friends I've made there. The sweet and kind words, the wonderful things I got so see and read. The things I made myself that make me proud. My real life is a bore but my Internet life makes up for it.
30 Trans QnA
1) When did you realize the term transgender referred to you?
well when I was younger I was always considered a tomboy. Instead of barbies and dolls I would play with trucks and pokemon(I actually know how to play the card game). Anyways I had my hair all boyish and had a whole bunch of guy friends, all that fun stuff. Later I started to wonder what it would be like if I were a guy and have dreams of being a guy. Early 2013 I had a break down about how I'm not a guy and I cut off all my hair crying. Then after a while I learned about what genderfluid is (thanks Nick). So I started labeling myself as that and was okay. Though when I looked into the mirror and saw a girl and was so upset. FINALLY I was done from people calling me a lady, because I just stopped feeling like a girl I felt like a guy 95% of the time, so I just say I'm trans.
2) How did you choose your name, and what names were you thinking about using and why?
Well I actually changed it 4 times. Before I came
Vis de o noapteaEra noapte si calatoream cu trenul. Stiam ca trebuie sa ajung la doar o statie distanta si totusi cautam un loc sa ma asez in ultimul vagon. Era plin de lume si zarva desi nu reuseam sa vad chipurile lor, iar eu paseam printre ei zambind, cu ochii in pamant si vorbind cu o prietena veche la telefon. Cautam un loc sa ma asez si printre multimea de oameni si locuri ocupate te-am zarit pe tine. Tu nu m-ai observat. Trecusem deja de tine, neatent fiind si tarziu realizand ca esti tu. M-am oprit pentru o clipa in loc, m-am intors si te-am privit. Te cunoasteam, dar nu erai tu. Pareai schimbata. Erai trista si parca ceva te macina, iar privirea iti era pierduta in mizeria ce se intindea pe podea.
"Alo" se aude in telefon."Mai esti acolo"
Am realiza ca trecusera cateva clipe fara sa zic nimic...
"Da, scuze am vazut un chip care mi-a atras atentia"
La fel cum vocea mea atrasase atentia ta. Aveai ochii in lacrimi, iar fata iti parea lipsita de viata. M-ai privit mirata. Ai vrut sa imi vorbesti
Watercolor paints, dA had a spotlight on them. They can be used beautifully, magically, and so wonderfully.
However, I must confess; I am terrified of using watercolor paints. Yes, I am terrified. I don't why and I don't care.
Perhaps, perhaps it is due to my experiences in school. When we did get art lessons in elementary school, few and far between as they were, it was inevitably using watercolor paints. Crayola brand, white case. Now, when you watercolor paint it is a good idea to have a cup of water nearby to clean and wet your brushes. So, the teacher would hand out red solo cups half filled with water which we would then place on the corner of our desks. The teacher would warn us not to spill the water, as the entire floor was carpeted and we didn't need mold growing.
I'm a natural klutz, if I could actually walk without support I'd probably trip every two inches and I'm
Un nuevo Comienzo en Equestria capitulo 10Hola amigos estoy devuelta aquí en DeviantART, una vez mas lo siento por el atraso pero no les aburriré con lo que paso los dejare con Mi Fanfic
Un nuevo Comienzo en Equestria
Capitulo 10 Los elementos de la Armonia
Previmente en My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic-Rank incluido
Twilight: YO… vengo de…. Canterlot
Rank: solo es muy timida
Rank: Entramos por atras?
Fluttershy: Seria lo mas prudente
Rank: Mi Reina Nightmare Moon permitame unirme a usted para gobernar en la noche eterna
Nightmare Moon: Recuerden este dia por que es el ultimo, apartir de ahora la NOCHE DURARA PARA SIEMPRE
Rank/Nightmare Moon: JAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJA
BeautyAs his lips parted from mine, I felt the warmth left by them and tasted his sweet love on the tip of my tongue. Opening my eyes, I looked him and smiled before turning away and blushing, biting my lip. His legs straddled mine as I sat up against the wall and I felt him firm against my crotch, softly and pleasantly touching my clit. This was the happiest I'd ever been and I reached up under his shirt, resting my palm against his chest to feel his rapid heart rate.
"I still got it," I whispered, smiling.
"You never lost it." he muttered before reaching up my top to mirror my action. I felt my face flush as I stroked him lovingly, wondering how I could ever deserve such a wonderful, handsome man. As if he'd read my mind, he leaned forward. Carefully undoing my bra and beginning to massage my breasts, he gently kissed my ear with his lips and said, with a crack of emotion in his voice "you are exquisite...".
I thought about how I felt with him and taking my hand awa
confessions full of jack 12Confessions are against my nature. I have always been secretive, and nobody needs to see and smell my internal organs. I am only confessing to rid futile information of their power, I am only confessing to make room for real secrets.
Sobre mi en verso #1.Me gustan los documentales de la 2
y los viajes en moto
y los pintalabios
y Angelina Jolie
y las faldas por encima de las rodillas
y las rodillas rotas y heridas como las prostitutas asiáticas
y las hamburguesas
y volver a soñar mientras me follan
y luego apagar las luces
y contar ovejas
y cosas bonitas
y mirar a la nada
y adiós que me rompo en mundo
My demonLaying there, quietly, alone
The feeling of something is there, unseen, but there
I sit up, but my body remains laying down
As I shout "show yourself" the figure becomes more visible
I lay back down and see the creature standing there
Glowing eyes piercing through me, Head of a wolf, tall, very tall
Draped in a long black hooded cloak or robe
Its hands, I can never get those things out of my head as it reached for me
Long fingers, almost like claws that are twice as long as the finger as a man
This is what haunts me, this is what hunts me
It grows closer
Help me before it hurts me more
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