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Analyzing Fan Designs - see proper title belowWHY IS IT ALWAYS LIONS?! A fan's view at the Organization and their prideland forms according to others.
Okay kiddies, it's time for Auntie Ress to give a teeny rant about character design. True, it matters little in the grand scheme of things, but every fan has their pet peeves. Here's one of mine.
Why is it that about 90% of the fandom sees the Organization as nothing but Lions when it comes to the Pridelands. I mean I appreciate the character design, don't get me wrong, but there's just something about seeing it all the time that just tweaks my switches a bit.
Part of it is that it's terribly unimaginitive. TLK's story focused mainly on lions, yes, but they weren't the ONLY characters within the course of the film. You had the majordomo Zazu (An African Hornbill), Simba's later caretakers Timon and Pumbaa (a meerk
Dancing MadnessMaster of destiny,
once a man sane,
by playing the game.
Thought to be,
and the clown.
Now I stand,
a god among men,
to pass judgement,
yea, strike them down,
Cower in my wake.
Harbinger of death,
reaper of souls,
their lives I take.
Feel the caress,
of my light,
the scrutinizing eye,
as I pass judgment
upon the unwashed,
as they pass by.
And the heroes,
to my side,
to end this sweet,
one last breath,
no time to cry,
As nothing begets
my end comes,
and I retreat
to my lair
The end comes,
Final Fantasy VI Review Long ago, the War of the Magi reduced the world to a scorched wasteland, and
Magic simply ceased to exist.
1000 years have passed... Iron, gunpowder and steam engines have been rediscovered, and high technology reigns.
But there are those who would enslave the world by reviving the dread destructive power
known as "Magic".
Can it be that those in power are on the verge of repeating a senseless and deadly mistake?
These are the words that form an opening to what might be one of the most EPIC games on the Super Nintendo system.
It's also the opening to a game that I remember fondly and spent much time (and a lot of money in rentals) playing.
Squaresoft (Now known to the layman and many a gamer as Square-Enix) was no stranger to quality gaming considering that their last chance to stave off bankruptcy (i.e. the original Final Fantasy) became a cult name in RPGs as well as a very popular game for the NES; and let's face it folks... It just wouldn't have been right to leave the Supe
The Few That Are ManyWe are the music makers
(that touch hearts with our song)
and the dreamers of dreams
(the hope we carry on)
We are the artists
(with pen and brush in hand)
and the creators, the inventors
(of worlds beyond comprehension)
and the composers of great things
We speak languages many do not understand
(or have they grown beyond?)
We see things many miss
(oh blind and sightless masses)
We listen in the silence
(for that single unheard voicing)
and open our hearts
(to new and fascinating things)
while the world speeds on.
We hail from many places
(so many different faces)
From broken homes and damaged lands
(and also fates in better hands)
Some had the lucky times in life
(and nurtured were they ever)
While others mocked for what they are
(poor souls, misunderstood)
by the mass that we call society
We are the inventive
(the creative, some say)
We are the weird
(and bizarre, paraded about like a carnival freak show)
We are the lauded
We are also the loathed
(only because they do not
ConniversWell it's gone by again
lets watch the credits roll
or skip the credits
'cause we already know
sure some liked how it all went
and some all out of shape are bent
no more mud slinging
no more smear
no more corruption of virgin ears
shut the ape cage for four more years
I'll tell you now
it's simple, see
they lie to you and me
Every word coming from their mouths is filth
convincing deception, false prophetry
conceiving a verbal collar that chokes
strapping 'round unsuspecting folks
poisoning like strychnine
corrupting sensible minds
creating warring households
with a party dividing line
warp and wring and turn and twist
all this politics gets me pissed
here is my honest belief
politician is a thief
theme and object of my ire
politician is a liar
Paradise in my minds eye...
Politicians all should die.
ThunderstormThe lightning resonated off the walls of his hive. The owner himself was curled up under 3 separate blankets, shivering in fear, his four wheeled device sat abandoned a few feet away. Tavros peeked his head out from under the blankets when he heard his husktop ping but let out a shriek and shoved himself back into the cocoon he had built himself, horns ripping the fabric as a crash rang out, light filling his respite block once again. The device pinged again and Tavros debated against crawling the small distance to grab it or ignoring it in favour of hiding in his blankets. He decided on the former, pulling his body out from under the blankets, legs dragging behind him as he made his way over and grabbed the device. Tavros was almost back under the blankets when the thunder came again, making the poor troll freeze. He was trying desperately trying not to let the orange tinted tears slide down his cheek but to no avail. After a few moments he found the courage to move again, final
CheminJe marche seul sur le chemin de mon avenir.
Mes compagnons d'infortune ne durent jamais bien longtemps, ils viennent et partent, soit parce qu'ils sont trop jeunes, ou au contraire, trop âgés.
Et au final je marche seul. Encore et encore.
Mais ça va aller.
Je sais que des gens me soutiennent, même si nos routes sont différentes. Ils sont là pour moi, je suppose qu'on appelle cela avoir des amis.
Pourtant, qui peut prétendre connaître et comprendre ce que je ressens ? Qui peut prétendre comprendre quelqu'un ?
"Moi" seul connais la réponse, et pourtant elle ne me semble pas réelle.
Rien ne me semble réel.
Douter de tout c'est bien, mais ça ne me fait pas avancer. Pourtant il le faut.
Des gens comptent sur moi, je ne peux pas les décevoir.
Mais comment peuvent-ils se rendre compte de ce que je ressens ? Je ne peux en parler à personne, si ce n'est à moi-même.
War of Three Worlds Spinoff: Week in Republic CityPremise: A series of short-stories revolving around Fluttershy and Bolin set in the Avatar universe.
1. Pro-Bending Mondays: Bolin brings Fluttershy along with him so she can watch a Pro-Bending match. However, he finds out the Fire Ferrets are up against the five-year reigning champions, the Sun Warrior Dragons.
2. Swimming on Tuesday: Bolin teaches Fluttershy to swim in her human body, despite her reluctance.
3. Wednesday on Ember Island: Bolin takes Fluttershy to see a play at Ember Island and they each share an individual dream.
4. Thursday of the Unagi: While spending time on Kiyoshi Island, Fluttershy and Bolin find themselves hunted by the Unagi.
5. Friday Night Lights: Bolin desperately tries to bring Fluttershy to a Lightning Bug display only to face complications.
6. Saturday Storm: While being cooped up inside by a storm, Fluttershy and Bolin tell stories to pass the time.
7. Dragons of Sunday: Bolin and the others try to convince Fluttershy to get over her fears o
G: Father DaughterFather Daughter
Ivy watched as her father sat locked in his room office space, her mother Hannah was out shopping for groceries as the house need food and Hannah offered she will go though she was tired she had to go shopping. She only agreed to going if Claude watched over their baby girl Ivy. It took a lot of pressuring but by the end of it all he agreed.
He hadn’t spent time with his daughter in some time and should be willing to give up some free time to watch over. Sadly it wasn’t the case as soon as Hannah left her father locked himself in his office and went back to work.
It was always the case with him he would lock himself in his office and work all day Ivy sat outside his office holding her stuffed spider as she waited for him to be done with work. He had promised once he was done he would take her out to the park but for now Ivy had to sit be quiet and while she waited.
Claude was in his office deep in thought about his paper work and thinking nothing more than t
The Old TruckIt is a bleak February day, gray and damp with a mist that sits heavy around the world, when we make the long drive to his childhood home, where the old Chevy sits under a grave blanket of snow, left to him by a man who has been gone for a long, hard decade already. With a tender touch and skilled hands, he works under the hood; then in the bed, removing last fall's leaves, which have kept her warm under all the ice and snow.
One mighty shake and rumble later, the engine jumps to life. The frame creaks and groans, like some beast awakening from a deep slumber.
With a combination of strength and gentleness that is so uniquely his, he pats the cab and whispers, "That's my girl."
I find myself suddenly sentimental.
This is the truck that saw one lifelong romance through to the very end, and that played such an instrumental role in the blossoming of our own relationship. The memories flood through me with each turn of the motor.
Red bench seats, windows down, a crisp breeze blowing off the
Perfect World (Not Always As It Appears)In my perfect world there are very few people. I barely tolerate most people and I do not get along well with others. People annoy me.
In my perfect world it is quiet and filled with any book I could ever want, a fast computer, Netflix and a drive in theater. The drive in theater is almost always nearly empty and there is never a line at the snack bar. The books are there whenever you want, any title ever written either from the past or the future is ready at your beckon call. A computer right at your fingertips just ready to be used for anything, looking up music, playing a game or anything else. And any TV or screen has Netflix so I can watch Doctor Who anywhere any time.
In my perfect world people won't try to bother me or talk to me unless I ask them too.
In my perfect world a few people would be there my only and best friend, my girlfriend, and my grandfather. Those 3 would see me often then I have internet friends who can come by when I want, and my other family members if I want
Goodbye to all the pain and to all the sorrow. And goodbye to the hurt and loneliness. Goodbye to not being right and goodbye to not being good enough. Goodbye to all the bad things that ever happened and goodbye to all the bad things that are yet to happen. goodbye to the rain and to the cold. And goodbye to the cuts and bruises. Goodbye to being too fat and being too short. Goodbye to being too cold and too hot. Goodbye to the ones that hurt and goodbye to the ones being hurt. Goodbye to being hated and unliked. Goodbye to the noises too loud and goodbye to the noises too quiet. Goodbye to getting a cold and goodbye to runny noses. Goodbye to falling down and goodbye to failing. Goodbye to getting bad grades and goodbye to surprise tests. Goodbye to pets dying and goodbye to your favorite bands falling apart. Goodbye to phobias and fears. Goodbye to power blackouts and dry summer days. Goodbye to foods going bad and to the snow. Goodbye to those who whine for no reason and g
This Is My StorySomedays I wish I would die.
There are people who hate me everywhere I go.
My old school was sucky. There were bullies everywhere pushing me around. I used to live in a small town called Silver City, New Mexico. I had a group of friends. Their names were Darius, Virginia, Aiden, Alex, Andrew, Kristy, Raelynn, and Mystikah. They were pretty much all I had.
Then one day I moved to a new city, an even smaller town called Ruidoso. I thought my new shool would be nicer. There I would make new friends and finally be happy. I couldn't be any more wrong.
There were new friends. They were Briana, Kaitlynn, Crystal, Jackson, Wesley, Dustin, and Valeria. But, there were bullies there, too. There always are.
A Native girl went up and blamed me for talking shit about Natives, when I myself, am part Native. I mean yeah, I'm a different KIND of Native but still Native. Then, they tried to beat me up.
The adults took care of it, but I still couldn't feel safe anymoree. I'm a creepy emo girl. People st
War of Three Worlds Spinoff: Week in PonyvillePremise: A series of one-shots set in the MLP universe involving Fluttershy and Bolin.
1. Monday Moonlight: Bolin and Fluttershy try to find some place quiet only to have interruptions.
2. Tuesday Discord: Fluttershy and Bolin night alone is disturbed by Discord.
3. Wednesday Bird: Fluttershy and Bolin try to nurse a baby phoenix back to health.
4. Thursday Babysitting: Fluttershy and Bolin are called in to babysit for the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
5. Friday Breezies: Bolin accidentally runs afoul with the Breezies.
6. Saturday Beach: Bolin and Fluttershy come across a lost Seapony.
7. Sunday Camp: Fluttershy, Bolin, Rarity, Spike, and Sweetie Belle go on a camping trip.
'Nacho' Mama's Taco Salad'Nacho' Mama's Taco Salad
1 lb. Ground Beef (lean if you want a salad that's lower in fat. Or substitute your favorite meat)
Pepper] – to taste
1 large onion
1 head of iceberg lettuce
1 large tomato or 2 medium sized tomatoes
3 jalapeno peppers
3 banana peppers
Sour Cream (optional)
Salsa or salad dressing of your choice
Warm ground beef in a skillet with salt, pepper and garlic until meat is no longer pink. Cut down heat to simmer, and add a small amount of water to keep your meat moist.
In a large bowl, combine 1 head of iceberg lettuce, cored and julienned, 1 large onion diced, and your tomatoes (diced as well, of course)
Chop and combine your Jalapeno and banana peppers into a separate bowl (please be sure to wear gloves, since jalapeno seeds and veins are quite hot, and the oil will stay on bare hands for quite some time).*
Set aside your salad fixings and put together your tortilla chips and cheese, a
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