The only true way to remain calm…
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(( Is it bad that I cried?
I really needed this.
Thank you, quiet place. ))
Reblogging myself.
I still have the tab open.
I really needed this. T__T <3
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Oh god. <3 Going here everyday.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS PLANET NEEDS TO CLICK THIS
At first I thought it was an error, but then I got it and it’s like fucking epic. 8D
oh my god<3.
oh wow.
I think I’m just gonna leave this open in a tab cuz it’s really pretty…
THIS IS MY HOMEPAGE NOW
:>
THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
This really made my day.
This is was so….wow.
reblogging this again.
do it. Every once in a while we all need this.
FAVE post
I didn’t want the little text to go. I was sad when it said goodbye :’( I want the world to be like this forever
:( Oh gosh
{Reblogging because curious?}
Instant reblog
(Source: did-you-kno, via gerardwayisawhorecrux-deactivat)
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“Tick tock…” A soft whisper swept through the hollowed warehouse. An elongated table sat dead center, adorned with a magnificent table cloth with the most frilly of designs. Low burning candles did their best to fight off the blanket of darkness that cast itself over the room, but to little avail.
“My my… Alice, where are you? You’re certainly going to be late for tea at this rate!” A sharp, psychotic laugh escaped the lips of the lanky man who perched himself at the Northern end of the table. Grasped tightly in his left hand was an obscure looking pocket watch, several splintering cracks upon the glass gave perfect symmetry compared to the ones found on his psyche.
With a nerve shattering screech, he slowly slid his chair from the table and stood to his feet, taking his cane in hand to help steady his stance. “You go through all the trouble of setting up the perfect unbirthday party… And the guest of dishonor doesn’t have the common courtesy to be punctual… That just won’t d-”
Before the mad man could finish his sentence, the doors near the end of the warehouse broke his train of thought with a sharp creak as they pulled open. Two burly looking gentlemen with small bowler hats atop their heads lumbered in, each holding the arms of a petite woman dressed in a blue gown. With each step they took, a small red dot let off a bull blink, Tetch’s personally manufactured mind control device in full effect.
“ALICE!!” Glee filled the lanky man’s voice as he spun in place with excitement before dashing down the table to pull a chair out for her. “Come come! Sit down! We’ve so much to discuss!” Struggles and muffled screams escaped the woman’s covered mouth as they forced her into the chair.
Within moments, Jervis had pulled a chair beside her out and taken his seat, a primal lust filled his eyes as he inspected his Alice. “I do hope they weren’t too rough on you, a delicate rose such as yourself deserves only the top escort…” Slowly he stretched out his hand to brush her blonde locks from her face, instinctively her head jerked back to avoid his touch.
“Is it them, my sweet? Do they make you uncomfortable?” With a flick of his thumb, the tip of his cane flipped up to reveal a small, bright red switch. Pulling his lips into a twisted smirk, he applied pressure to the button, sending several thousand bolts of electricity through the bowler hats, frying their brains. Instantly their bodies went limp, and fell to the floor. One of their heads caught the corner of the table, sending a small shower of blood over the woman, causing an even louder scream, and forcing the gag to remove itself from over her mouth.
“HELP!! Help!” Before any more cries could escape her lips, Tetch’s hand quickly, and harshly clasped around her mouth, the rage in his eyes showed her that silence would come at any means. “What’s the matter, Alice? Maybe some tea will calm your nerves?” Slowly his hand unclasped from around her mouth, but within a matter of seconds, found its way violently wrapped out her neck as he stared deep into her eyes. “Brown eyes…? But… Alice has blue eyes… Who are you?!” His voice boomed with authority and anger, sending chills of fear down the womans spine. “J- Jill!” She managed to cough as she struggled for air.
“Filthy imposter… Pretending to be Alice like that…” With a twist of his wrist, he sent the woman to the ground, leaving her crying and gasping. “Alice… Where are you? Are you lost in Wonderland? Fret not… I’ll find you… I promise…” There was a dark tone to his vocals as he paced back to the end of the table, his hand reaching for the paper his tea had been sitting on.
‘Gotham City to host Alice In Wonderland play!’ the words stood out to him as he stared at the picture of a young woman with beautiful blue eyes and a draping blue gown. Lust filled his eyes as he looked down at her, a need to possess her overcoming his entire body. His eyes darted up suddenly as he heard the rustle of the woman in the room, a grin coming to his face as she made her break for the door.
“Running late, my dear?” His hand slid slowly into his coat and removed a small pistol, taking a steady aim, he fired a single shot into the womans head, sending her blood onto the wall, and her body onto the floor. “And now it would seem that I too am running late… But I’ll be there soon, Alice… This is a very important date…”
As he slid the gun back into his coat pocket, he looked over the paper one last time to take note of the plays run time. The first showing was tonight, and had just begun. The leads biggest fan would soon arrive, but it wouldn’t be what she expected.
Going unnoticed on the paper though was the story located on the bottom hand of the paper;
‘Seven young women missing. All in their late teens to early twenties, all blonde. Three bodies discovered with the search still ongoing.’
So I’ve decided to use this here Tumblr thing more, to post my writing, and form a blog of some sort.
I imagine most of you will unfollow me now… Which would kinda be odd considering there are only six of you…
All six of you might I add I know personally…
[As well as personal information that I will use to track you down and… Wait, what can I post here and not go to jail for? Oh never mind, why ruin the surprise?]
Anyways, time to play around with things, type up some shit, and do other things on the internet!
/WastingYourTime.
Would you like to hear a story? Of one of the darkest days to ever cast it’s shadow over the land of Johto… There used to be two beautiful towers that loomed over Ecruteak City, that were home to two elegant Pokemon.
The Bird covered with the Silver Feathers called the Brass Tower it’s home.
The Bird covered with the Rainbow colored Feathers called the Tin Tower it’s home.
150 years ago, on a day just like any other… Tragedy would strike, and forever leave its mark in the History Books of this land. I don’t think I could count the seconds it took for the sky to turn from beautiful blue… To an uneasy… And violent shade of black.
The Pokemon that inhabited the surrounding forests must have known something was wrong, for seconds after they fled… Disaster rose all around us…
Within seconds of the sky changing, the entire village flooded the streets All eyes were on the Towers, and within a blink, a bold of lightning rained from the sky, and struck the Brass Tower.
The cry of the Silver Winged Pokemon must have been heard across all of Johto. It’s silhouette against the flames that consumed the Tower could be seen from the ground. Chills were sent down every spectators spine. Pain and suffering… That’s the only reaction the Pokemon showed.
Within moments, the Silver Winged bird took flight into the distance. Leaving behind the Tower… Leaving behind the village. As it left, with one final, and pain filled cry. The Rainbow Winged Pokemon spread it’s wings wide. It’s cry as well echoed throughout Johto. Loneliness was the tone that it spread though. Loneliness for it’s loss. The only friend it had known… Gone.
With a mighty flap of it’s wings, thunder cracked loudly in the sky above, and the flood gates of the darkened sky opened. Rain poured from clouds above, extinguishing the flames in mere moments.
The Burned Tower remained smoldering. Empty of all life. Only the ashes of a once mighty symbol remained. And as quickly as the rain had come, it ended. The Rainbow Winged Pokemon stared into the debris. Spreading it’s wings once more, a shining powder seemed to flow from it’s feathers.
Awe filled the eyes of all that witnessed. From the Ashes of tragedy. Embodiment’s of the events were born. Clawing their way from the ashes, the Three Beast’s stood tall atop the charred remains.
The first one, who’s back flowed with a dark raincloud. Lightning in the shape of a Pokemon. A symbol of the Electric Bolt that struck the Brass Tower and began the entire tragedy. R A I K O U;
The second, who’s back slowly leaked a thick smoke. Who’s paws burned into the ground with a fire hotter than that of a volcano. Fire in physical form. Representation of the flames that consumed the Brass Tower, and reduced into to nothing more than ash. E N T E I;
And finally, the third. Who’s skin appeared to be smoother than water. The shimmering flow of its mane behind its head moved calmly, like the ocean. Symbolical of the rain that doused the flames of the Brass Tower, but only brought emptiness. S U I C U N E;
These Three Beast’s stared to the sky, locking eyes with the Rainbow Winged bird. These three would be the eternal reminder of what happened. And with a mighty howl, which seemed to send quakes through the area. They turned to stone. Standing proudly in front of the now Burned Tower. Waiting… For the day a worthy Trainer would arise. Someone worthy of the power once contained within the Mighty Tower…
