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[reallygroovyninja]

Lexa stepped into the living room, wearing her fluffy reindeer slippers, her hair a mess from sleeping. She froze at the sight of Clarke standing by the Christmas tree, holding a festively wrapped box at her waist. The twinkling lights of the tree cast a warm glow over the scene.

“Good morning, babe,” Clarke greeted with a grin that could only be described as mischievous. She looked way too pleased with herself.

Lexa eyed the box suspiciously. “What are you doing?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “And why are you holding that box like that?”

“No reason,” Clarke said, her voice dripping with fake innocence. “You should open it.”

Lexa squinted. “Clarke... What did you do?”

“Just open it!” Clarke urged, practically bouncing on her feet.

Lexa sighed and took a tentative step closer. She gave the box a skeptical glance before carefully lifting the lid. She blinked once, then twice, as her brain caught up with what she was seeing. Clarke’s very familiar anatomy was sticking through a perfectly cut hole in the side of the box, adorned with a little red ribbon tied around the base.

“Seriously?” Lexa deadpanned, lifting her gaze to meet Clarke’s. “You did the dick in a box joke?”

Clarke burst into laughter, clearly thrilled with her own antics. “I’ve been waiting all year to do this! Come on, you’ve got to admit it’s funny.”

Lexa couldn’t help the way her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “It’s ridiculous,” she muttered, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She gently placed the lid back on the box, shook her head, and leaned in to kiss Clarke’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, you absolute dork.”

Clarke wrapped her free arm around Lexa’s waist, pulling her closer. “So… what do you think? Best present ever?”

Lexa rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And this box,” Clarke teased, giving it a little shake.

Lexa groaned but couldn’t stop herself from laughing along with Clarke. “And little Clarke too.”

[asheewrites]

SmallVentures3

There was blood everwhere.

He stared down at his hands. At the floor… at his axe.

There was a bloody axe in his hands.

Pieces o flesh are frozen on the ground… the eight bodies partially broken apart. 

Cut apart.

The screeches they made.

All of them.

The Drowners and the hag.

There was a hag.

A bloody hag.  A cursed nymph.

A hag!

No wonder more people disappeared. No wonder the drowners got that bold. No wonder everything got out of hand.

Henoch stared at the body. Deformed and mangled, just like the stories said, warped spine, hunched back… face contorted by strange magic.

And now the creature was… dead.

The bomb that could be made from the strange things the trader gave him… it stuck.It worked. It got her to freeze. It got the creature to freeze up and got stuck. Throwing balls of mud, but stuck. Bleeding.

The other bomb’s did much of a part as well. The drowners fell. Spikes of silver stuck in their bodies. Blood everywhere.

Only the last strike needed to be done with his axe. When the hag still moved. When one last screech came from a Drowner.

But now it was done.

Red everywhere.

A terrible stench in the air.

But he’d done it.

The village was safe. Finally.

His hands were shaking.

But he lived. He was alive.

They were safe.

All were safe.

And he could go home.

It was not… glorified.

He did not get a hero’s welcome.

They were suspicious, actually.

Seeing him covered in blood.

But he got home.

Now he had blood on his hands and a strange feeling in his gut… but he got home.

After meeting monsters.

[memoirsofrkxjiyeon]

Hot Cocoa & Contemplation 

January 1st, 2019 at quarter to eleven, Minhee was all ready to go to the bed after the long day at training yet her mind was buzzing with a thousand thoughts. There is so much happened over the past year, nothing really felt real anymore. It was like she was watching her life play out like a sitcom tv show, there are too many things happening at once. The female nurse her hot drink while staring out the large windows looking down at the city below, she never pictures herself being a trainee for this long and not only that she literally been in a music video and commercial too, she felt so honored to be apart of convex first music video and she will treasure that memory forever and ever along with Samsung commercial. This is how she found her love for acting and hopefully one she can get a role in drama one day or even movie but she would prefer drama first. Minhee would recall just watching lots of music videos on the television singing along to the songs terribly while admiring how pretty the idols were but now she has the chance to become one. How did this even happen??! Everything is too so surreal even though this is the year when her contract will be coming up as it’s nearly been three years under sphere entertainment. Minhee prays that they keep her on a little longer, there is still so much she wishes to learn and improve on as she finally feels she got the hang of this performing nowadays. What will happen to the young woman this year? What on else will be thrown at her?? God only knows...

[nyxerinys-blog]

A New Friend

A piece of writing I did in 2009.

Hello, this is your mind speaking.

Now, I hate to tell you this but...you’re insane.

Now, I know that you must be thinking “No, no, not I.  I am perfectly sane.” Well my dear, therein lies your problem.  You have been so quiet, so obedient, so good for so long that you are becoming bored with it and going mad.

And that is just fine.  In fact, I think you should've been able to realize that you were losing it years ago.  But at the same time, I'm quite glad you were unable to.  It is much more fun with you now that you're gone.

Now, now, stop.  This is no cause for alarm.  My dear... it is because of your oppressions that have finally lost it.  Release yourself.  Unlock these chains that hold you back, undo those knots that bind you down.  Yes, yes, breathe deep, calm yourself... good now.

Go, up to your room, that's it close the door.  Now scream, no not into the pillow.  Just scream.  Who cares that they hear, who cares that they come, who cares that they see?

No... you won't scream?

Well then... this might be more fun than I thought.  By this it would seem that you are choosing to go onward.  Bravo.  Love it, embrace it, make it your own.  I'm sure you'll find that people are oh-so predictable when you see in this light.  And besides... in this insane world isn't insanity the “new” normal?

And who know my dear... perhaps you will grow bored of madness and go sane... that would be quite dull in my opinion.

Good luck.

Your Mind

No, no, that's much too formal.

Let's be friends...

Call me Q

[lauras-rpv-blog]

Week 7

The first chapter, And God said… let them have dominion, in Attwood’s (1989) book, The making of the Aborigines, explains the role of Christian missionaries in ‘civilising’ aborigines. The chapter specifically follows the mission of the Hagenauer family. It was founded in the 1860s in Gippsland and was known as one of the most successful mission stations.

The chapter begins by describing the wave of missionaries as a “second onslaught” faced by the aborigines (p. 1). This gives the reader the idea that this was not only something that the indigenous people had already faced, but it was also a violent and destructive act, and definitely not a peaceful one.

One section that stood out to me was when Attwood talked about the aborigines survival strategies. One was that they faked interest in what the missionaries were teaching and the Christian message so as to attain the goods that the missionaries controlled. However, these strategies were discovered and then began to see the aborigines as “cool, calculating fellows” and therefore treated them accordingly (p. 6). Attwood explains that was not through any specific act by the missionaries, but in fact a gradual, and sometimes indirect, series of events, which resulted in the “civilising and Christianising” of the aborigines (p.7).

I found this chapter very informative and descriptive. It gave a really good insight into the events of the time and the strategies of both missionaries and aborigines in both surviving and succeeding. If I could offer one suggestion, I would have liked to have seen a little more of Attwood’s opinion and a more critical approach to the events, however he did a great job in explaining the events and attitudes that unfolded.