And his children stood there, menacingly first thing in the morning. Watching.
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And his children stood there, menacingly first thing in the morning. Watching.
nuclearsunflower hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “okay did i just get unfollowed for ranting about my artblock? wow some...”
I'm sorry you got unfollowed for stupid reasons :(
yep some people are just stupid
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Ah! Spasiba!
Swingin' snowballs
The park she walked seemed as if it kept this perpetual snow blanketing its grounds during the entire winter season, the brownish grass never without at least a patch of melting snow or two between snowfalls. It was a sizeable park, the fresh powder giving the air within it a mysterious glow as traces of flakes began to fall from the cloudy sky. Just another winter's day.
She looked ahead on her path, spotting a piled-up snowbank. The Canadian girl was reminded of her childish snowball fights with Alfred, the "sport" being one of the only things she was able to whoop her brother's butt at. It had been ages since she had picked up a handful of snow to throw... How rusty could she be?
Removing her hands from her pockets, she tossed on her mittens; once they were secured, she knelt to the ground and picked up a small pile of snow from the bank, rolling it around in her hand. Ah, it had been much too long. But, what could she aim for...? Standing up, she quickly searched her immediate area for a target not too far away. Her eyes fell upon a tree; not too close to be too easy a shot, but not something she couldn't hit. Perfect.
Madeline drew her arm back, bringing her leg up for the wind up, and as hard as she could manage without pulling something, she released her projectile upon the tree, the ball hitting it with a satisfying slam. Success! She wasn't as bad as she thought. But... What was happening to the tree? The shockwave from her hit had tickled the branches, and before she knew it, snow shook from the tree, and onto an unsuspecting park-goer sitting on a bench underneath.
Merde.