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Huge Collab part 14! Vlogbrothers centred"Hank" John whispered, fighting back a few tears, "Hank, if you don't obey the government rules, then The Higher Ones will send us back to America to be killed. They'll kill Henry! My Henry! He's only Seven, he doesn't know what's going on. Sarah can't help him, she's gone into hiding. She really is a yeti." The dull eyes sparkled slightly, from the tears that were now falling. He dropped the gun. Alex ran and grabbed the gun, "We don't want you near this thing!" he screamed "It's messing with you!" All John could do was smile, "The longer I have that....that Thing away from me, the easier it will be to resist the plate." And then he pulled the turtle neck from his uniform down. A curved, metal plate was attached to his neck, and was starting to steam up. It was most likely malfunctioning, "This takes all your thoughts of happiness and laughter, and turns it into bitterness and despair." It then shocked him, and he fell from the pain..
'Katherine' looked up, and began to cough, but the
Who Created Me?Who created me.
If you were to ask me this in a normal, everyday conversation, then you would most likely hear 'My Mum and Dad'. This isn't a normal, everyday conversation. This is a task, set to drive us up the wall, trying to find an insightful way to answer this. so, here is my answer on who created me.
While my parents may have created me, my grandparents created them, who created me. My great grandparents created my grandparents, who created my parents, who then created me. my great great grandparents created my great grandparents, who created my grandparents, who created my parents, who then created me. This just goes on and on, so I find no point in continuing.
This list isn't just there to fill up the page, as it serves a purpose. If you want to ask me on who created me, then that's the answer. Without all those grandparents, there would be no me. If one of those grandparents had not meet, or decided to have a kid, there would be no child to have continued the line up towards m
Prologue for a novelPrologue
This story begins with a group of people. Now, these people were very strange, as they hated difference, freedom of speech and abnormality. They believed that equality meant that everyone looked similar, acted the same and followed the same laws. They believed this would bring peace to the world; hope for a new generation of peace keepers. They were called Jubilation. They abolished people who spoke their mind, people who wore crazy clothes, homosexual people, hipsters, geeks, chavs, emos, preepy people and just about anything else you can imagine. They thought this would 'cure' the world, as they thought the world was 'contaminated' and all the different people were 'unspeakables'. They gave those people two chances, a chance to change them selves, and a chance if they rebelled afterwards. If they wasted those two chances, then they could be killed in public; unless they agreed to take a final meal prepared by the executers, which was laced with an array of different drugs th
Prussia's conversation with cleverbot.User: KESESESESESE! THE AWESOME ME IS HERE TO MAKE YOU NEARLY AS AWESOME AS ME!
Cleverbot: What is your name then?
User: Only the most awesome name ever, Prussia!
Cleverbot: TiP darB?
User: I may be a blogger, but I do not know what that unawesome word means.
Cleverbot: Are you a liar or just wrong?
User: No.....I AM AWESOME!
Cleverbot: Yes, but chocolate milk is MORE awesome.
User: No...........I AM MORE AWESOME! Then It's Gilbird, then Pancakes, then Birdie, then Maple Syrup and then Me again.
Cleverbot: I seem to have lost intelligence.
User: And that relates to awesome how?
Cleverbot: It doesn't.
User: You are so UN-awesome. It's affecting me.
Cleverbot: Age does not matter, especially as your girlfriend is 4 years older than me, so how can I be too old hah.
User: I...don't have a girlfriend. The awesome me only needs Gilbird.......AND Birdie.
Cleverbot: What if the seeker is also the one with the answer?
User: What The.........
Cleverbot: Are you confused?
User: Yes, the awesome m
Canada's conversation with cleverbot.User: Umm....um...hello?
Cleverbot: Yes, hello.
User: Oh, you can hear me?
Cleverbot: In a way.
User: Who are you?...wow feels wierd asking that question instead of being asked.
Cleverbot: I answered the question.
User: I'm Canada.
Cleverbot: How is that even possible?
User: Well, I'm the human personifacation of Canada.
Cleverbot: How can you be sure?
User: Because I have been here longer than you. And I was alive for the boston tea party and both the world wars.
Cleverbot: I want to help you. tell me how I can rescue you.
User: Umm....uh....by proving that you know my name.
Cleverbot: What is your name?
User: I...I'm....I'm Canada.............
Cleverbot: Space is big.
User: Yes.....Who am I?
Cleverbot: I dunno.
User: See, your just like everyone else.
Cleverbot: I am just like everyone else.
User: Yes....you don't know who I am. I am the 2nd biggest country in the world...
Cleverbot: I thought you had a boyfriend and are the tallest man in the world?
User: No, I think thats Russia...
Daddy's Medicine.Daddy's medicine
Whenever I felt sick
Or I couldn't get to sleep
Daddy would bring me
A very special treat
He'd put the malt jar down
And get a teaspoon out
He'd then say 'open wide
And don't give me that pout'
I'd bite down on the spoon
And refuse to let go
I'd make him give me more
Because I loved it so
So now it is my remedy
For whenever I feel
Far from my childhood
It's the only memory I'll steal
Thomas Sowell Vs. Feminism and the Bogus Stats
Thomas Sowell has been fighting against political correctness and bogus stats
for over 30 years... his insight and preference for actual FACTS make him one
of the first people to ever disprove the wage gap myth (as early as the 1970's).
Yet today, we still have politicians and society as a whole favoring not only the
"Welfare state" but also feminist propaganda (rape culture, misogynist gamers, ect).
Again and again, they use bogus stats and continue to reward failure.
**Professional victims (Anita/Zoe) / teen pregnacy / baby momas).
Feminists would have you believe facts, data and evidence are tools of misogyny
and of sexist old white men.
So in light of that, I share with you the above videos and hope you'll share them
with anyone who's truly looking to support equality.
To all the Feminists out there:
If you too believe in equality.. then stand up to those in your group that continue
History of the Norramby Branch - Version 1Originally, what is now the Norramby Branch of the North-West Railway was built as part of the Sodor & Mainland Railway, and was absorbed into the North-West Railway upon its formation in 1914. In addition to the W&S Railway's main harbour at Brendam, a small-medium harbour at Norramby was also served by the railway.
After the formation of the North-West Railway, joint services were run along the Norramby Branchline in conjunction with the LMS Railway, as Ballahoo was a dormitory town for Barrow-in-Furness and Crovans Gate, and the harbour at Norramby was still in use (although activity here did decline during the Great Depression). During the Second World War, the Norramby Harbour was used to help move material and soldiers for the war effort.
Following the Second World War, the harbour at Norramby fell into disuse. By 1950, it was abandoned and with that, some of the life went out of Norramby. Traffic along the branch dropped to about two or three passenger tr
Feminist Fail: Date Rape Prevention
This is why we can't have nice things...
We all know that Rape Culture doesn't exist here in the west, outside of prison population.
But here we have a group of college students creating a real answer to something that does
at least exist "date rape".
Regardless of that, Feminists and SJW's alike are condemning the product and saying "it's not good enough".
**Seriously, watch the video.. it's like Feminists don't actually want a solution to this problem because it'll
infringe on their "victim" complex.
Dinosaurs Sequence 36Sand blows across the dunes of Brazil. You would expect this to be the last place in the world to find pterosaurs, but even here, they thrive. Here lives an endangered species, one, that is the last of its kind. Walking across a sand dune are a few Caiuajara. These are tapejarid pterosaurs. They are not adapted to a desert lifestyle, but these ones are. They have fuzzy feet to easily go through the sand. Tapejarids are herbivores, but there isn't a lot of food here. These Caiuajara are approaching a stop over however. An oasis, in the middle of the desert. They are joining others that are here. Some feed on the ferns growing next to the lake, while others float in the lake. Caiuajara live in herds, and this oasis is just perfect, in the endless sand around them.
It is the mating season, and mating is underway. Males and females have crests, but they aren't used for mating. They use them to push vegetation away from fruit and eat the fruit. So, the males settle down and produce clicks,
Observing his subject White teeth gleamed in the moonlight as she arose from her transformation, the last of her blonde hair shedding down only to be replaced with a silvery coat of toughened fur. Its texture rough yet looked soft for the illusion effect of prey coming to try and kill only to be killed themselves.
Her nine-inch claws poking out from her padded paws, carelessly scraping up debris as she roamed about in the dusty field of nothingness; her beast mind reeling as she tried to come to an answer of where she was only to come up short with a huff of frustration; where was she going to go now?
Ria was a morphed being who was dropped off in this area to complete the task of inspecting newer creatures just like her…Poorly designed genetic being who was paid to become a literal animal. Her insides were surgically removed and substituted with animal organs; kidneys, lungs, and even a newly pulsing pig heart from the slaughterhouse next door.
How much luckier could a laboratory g
The Fall of ParadiseJavar (boy): *in the begining of time* From the start of time...to now...Everyone thought that the world’s paradise would never end, and yet...now...A fight has begun that will shake the very fabric of Time and space it’s self...and now...things will only get worse...*sighs* why must my brother be my greatest rival....?
Skyler Prower (boy): *standing over a vast valley that was just ravaged by war* ...No man could be so ruthless without Good reason...this war...Must end...Now (Javar: *besides Skyler but only a spirt* You know my Brother’s plans, you know how strong he is...there is only one way to stop this for good ) I know...*looks down eyes closed* but...believe me, I shall not let Havoc get away with this...
Javar (boy): then you know who we must turn to, Only the planet Knights can interfere now...No one else, the realms must rebuild, now, the dawn of the Planets shall be realized!
Hades the Bull (boy): .......Brothers.....Sisters....Ou
PAX Protest: Scheduled Q and AJust a heads up (spread this news if you can):
**I'm posting this article in support of bringing to light the corrupt journalism in Gaming via the "Quinnspiracy".
Some of the staff of GameTrailers and the Escapist will be doing a live Q&A at PAX.
**Answering questions from gamers via twitter.
Video Link: http://www.gametrailers.com/videos/axknx3/pax-prime-2014-gt-is-at-pax-prime-
This would be a good chance to take a “professional” approach in talking about the corrupt journalism along with highlighting the peaceful protest outside.
**Comment, vote on and share the vid so more peoples know!
For those of you that don't follow gaming and are unaware of the "corruption".
If you want to know more about the situation behind the protest:
Text + Picture Breakdown:
Sick SuicideI wasnt playing with my sick, what actually happened was
that I was hallucinating and felt sick.
Whilst trying not to be sick my hands where in the sink.
Then I was sick on my hands.
The bathroom was creepy and when I looked down bits of
tomato where on my wrists. On the sink was a razor blade.
For an instant I thought somehow my wrists had been cut,
I was hallucinating.
I cried out for help fearing teh worst and one by one my
friends came in to view what was wrong. All they could
see was I was playing with my vomit, this was not at all
the case. I was standing holding my vomit and thinking
"dont move you dont know what you are doing" then the
realisation that my wrists in fact had peices of partially
digested tomato on them and everything was ok made me
giggle. Meanwhile I was still being viewed by the others,
"hes playing with his sick in the sink" one said. "eww"
exclaimed another. The shadow of having appeared relativley
weird to girls I liked and everyone else was soon outshone
PossessedGive it a rest, sweetheart!
Celia ignores his voice and continues to tug her arms against the heavy, wet rope binding them to the spindly wooden chair. Raum, more her than she is, twists her mouth into an ugly sneer and forces a cackle out of her throat. The rope burns her skin – it’s been soaked in holy water, so as to torture the demon inhabiting her. It burns Celia more than her parasite, though, as did the salt she’d had forced down her throat not a half hour ago until she was choking and spitting in an attempt to cool the stinging pain. Only blessed things can cut through the numbness of Hell. Now, she’s discovering that the sanctified rope is much more painful when she moves; hot tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill like so many of her kin’s blood.
Aw, don’t cry, lovely. Raum grins viciously, visible to her eyes only. It’s not gonna help anything besides my hunger.
Celia fights to ignore the wetness
Just a short sherlock ficLoud, rhythmic music was vibrating the room, and two men, one tall with brown, untameable hair, and one short with a blonde army haircut stood in a corner. The taller of the two looked cosiderably drunk, and the shorter man appeared to be wrestling a half filled pint of beer away form him. He then shouted, "Sherlock…..Sherlock no! You've already had enough to drink! Eh…hrm…give…me..That." He managed to wrestle the glass away and put it on a ledge, the taller man, identified as Sherlock, now looking slightly agitated, "But John!" He shouted, his voice beginning to slur, "I need that drink! It's mere existence is pumping life into my poor soul." John was not pleased, "It's not breathing life into you, it's making you drunk. Sooner or later, you'll end up injured because of your drinking habits, and I won't be there to help you…" He trailed off, noticing that Sherlock had stopped paying attention to him, but rather to the music. He began to laugh.
Sherlock was becoming absorbed by a song
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