Posts by sweet tea

merp

This is a subaccount, so I obviously know what I'm doing. xD

BUT STILL

HELLLLLLO MORTALS

(Hello, may I join?)

(Alright, thank you! Writing post right now.)

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[size=18]im tryin' not to think about you
[size=36pt]ELLENE DESMIN![/fancypost]

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I placidly explored these woods. I had come into them before, but not this deep. At least not without my father, but he had been gone and dead. I was soaking in the scenery, my hazel optics flicking this way and that. I wondered if there was anything else in here, perhaps? Werewolves, or be it any normal living being... I felt strangely watched, and began scurrying further and further inwards the dark wood. I slowed my pace to be steadier once I was in a slightly brightened area where the rays of sunshine filtered through the leaves. I glanced around before continuing deeper.

If there are any other beings, I highly doubt that they would be very welcoming as to my presence. Judging by the silence, I also highly doubt that there is anything in these woods. Then again, I could always be wrong. I let out a sigh. What would my father think?... He'd say I needed to investigate farther. I sat down on a rock, still firmly gripping my bow in my hands, which were beginning to grow slick from sweat. I started to simply daydream of what my mother would have been like; I then soon snapped out of it. I needed to be focused if I were not to be slain in these woods where my father never entrusted me to go alone.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; border-radius: 100px 100px 25px 25px; width: 500px; height: 700px; background: url(http://data3.whicdn.com/images/29136640/large.jpg); background-position: center;][fancypost bgcolor= lightcoral; border: none; width: 500px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px 100px 0px 0px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: mistyrose; text-align: center;]sweet ● dauntless ● secretly insecure ● sixteen ● female ● blonde hair ● hazel eyes
[size=18]im tryin' not to think about you
[size=36pt]ELLENE DESMIN![/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= lightcoral; border: none; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 150px; border-radius: 0px 0px 25px 25px; margin-left: -15px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: mistyrose; text-align: justify;]I took on a jarred feeling in my stomach as I heard a twig snap beneath the weight of... something. I turned my head around, my blonde hair whipping in a circle. I saw only a bush where the snap came from. Chances are, it could be a werewolf, or just a wolf. I made no attempt to bring up my bow to try and shoot, but just studied the supposed bush interestedly. I tried to look calm, but I knew I looked like a frightened mess. I slowly returned my gaze to off in the woods, trying to avoid becoming a victim to fear, which would probably happen anyways, as I now sported a scared expression. Good going, self, good going. Now I had most likely convinced whatever it is in those bushes that I was afraid of it.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear my mind, which, of course, failed. I couldn't help feeling as though in that specific bush, my fate could be sealed in one mere second. In just a fractional fractal of time, I could be dead, laying crumpled, my arrows strewn across the ground... and being eaten. I shuddered at the thought. I counted the amount of arrows I had. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... and so on. I silently continued to sum up the total, fully aware and on the lookout of danger.[/fancypost]
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[size=18]im tryin' not to think about you
[size=36pt]ELLENE DESMIN![/fancypost]

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I do wonder, though, what that wolf wanted me to get away from that was coming... Something against it? Somethings I guess I'll never know. I looked up at an oak tree, deciding to climb it, and maybe see what was happening back there... And so I did. I dug my hands into the tree bark, pushing myself up slowly. Up, up, up, up. I kept going up until there was no more up to go. I sat on a thickened branch, leaning out of the shade that concealed me to get a better look.[/fancypost]
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AGAIN DISNEY
YOU FREAKING DISAPPOINTED ME
BY CLOSING DISNEY CREATE
NO
YOUR FAQ DOES NOT HELP

"Why will Disney Create close?"

"The Walt Disney Company is committed to offering high-quality, entertaining digital play experiences that foster creativity and encourage kids to express their imagination and individuality. At this time, we are shifting our development focus towards mobile-friendly play offerings such as our growing selection of Disney mobile apps, including the award-winning Disney Animated, Frozen: Storybook Deluxe, Disney Storytime, Vinylmation: Create Your Own and more."

UGHH
RIGHT NOW THE ONLY THING YOU'LL HAVE IS CLUB PENGUIN ON YOUR SITE AND I AM NOT PLAYING THAT.
UGH
FIRST TOONTOWN AND PIXIE HOLLOW AND POTCO AND OTHER THINGS
NOW CREATE IS LEAVING APRIL 30TH
ARE YOU DETERMINED TO BREAK US ALL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

[size=5pt](c) Truth [color=transparent]#truthylooky

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[size=5pt](c) Truth [color=transparent]#truthylooky

My parents are annoying me. A lot. They say I'm sassy, and yes, I get sassy, but only when they just make me so mad I can't control myself. They also are overprotective, and the first time I ever went somewhere without one of them tagging along was LAST FRIDAY OF THIS YEAR. I'm thirteen for Pete's sake. And then there is the constant problem of my room. It gets me in so much trouble, and not all of it is mine. My mom just HAD to come and clean out my cabinet thingie. And now there are clothes and things from when I was younger strewn across my floor. And she told me to put them all neatly. Well, I tried that once, and it all just dumped over. And sometimes I get grounded over pointless things. Like homework and assignments. If I don't do my assignments/homework, or don't turn them in, or don't get all the problems right on my homework, (my dad insists on checking it) I will get grounded. For at least a day. I mean, really? I just can't stand it when they do things like this to me. Sometimes I have a love-hate relationship with school. I like it because its hours away from things that make me angry, and hate it because its school. And every time I finally do something right, either I do or they do something that just flips it all around and it becomes all stressful for me. My mom says my behavior and my brother stress her out. Well, mom, do you ever actually pay any attention to how much you might be stressing me out? And schoolwork. My dad gets angry (sometimes) at me for saying I don't understand something. Like dilations. I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing. And even though he explains it, I sometimes just can't get it unless he shows it to me. I just am done. I hate it. I just do. I can't help it. The things they do are annoying and piss me off. Don't get me wrong, I love them and all, but sometimes I just want a break. And my brother is a frigging tattletale who almost always gets his way, and gets newer things. Example: He got a frigging Windows 8 laptop, while I still have the old Windows 7 one that's slow and two years old. He has a tablet, and I don't. I know that sounds selfish, but some of the stupidest things bother me. Sorry for ranting.

[size=5pt](c) Truth [color=transparent]#truthylooky

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 250px; width: 260px;]I smiled as the rain fell from the overcast, clouded sky. "Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a memory, falling on my head like a new emotion," I whispered, just to myself. I reached out to catch a few, and I got but two. I held the raindrop in my hand for just a minute, the let it slide off of the palm of my hand. I put my hood on to avoid my hair from getting soaked, not like the raincoat was helping the rest of me. I stuck my umbrella out and opened it up. I positioned it above my head, so that it would catch the rain by surprise, letting it drip off of the umbrella's edges. What I found so intriguing about the rain was how pure it stayed, never infected by other influences. Unlike society today. They lost their pureness when their ancestors' genes were altered. Humanity was damaged. Divergents, people like me, are considered dangerous to the welfare of the factional system. I can't believe the government, the people who are supposed to respect us, could have invaded our DNA to try and make it perfect. Why try when nobody's entirely perfect? I'm surprised Chicago still lasts...

People may be jealous of Divergents, because they don't have any altered genes from their past family. We are, apparently, rare. We are immune to serums, and are aware that simulations aren't real. We can control them; resist them. That's why we're so feared. People are so afraid that we'll overthrow them, so they try and control us; define us. We cannot be categorized into one particular, specific faction. Therefore, we belong nowhere. We would be factionless... If we weren't Divergent.

The downside is that we must keep all Divergence a secret. If exposed, we would be in great danger of Divergent killers, such as the one Jeanine Matthews. Except that she's dead now. She had some lackeys, one I know of: Caleb Prior, brother (and traitor) to the great Beatrice "Tris" Prior. I look up to her as my role model. She was amazing until the day of her death. That I know for sure.

Storage of Photos

(CASSIA ; ARRABELLE ; DESMYX):

(CLEISHA ; ALEINA ; DARRICKS):

(ZOEYSHA ; KIMBERLEY ; JOESEN):

(ALMARIE ; DELLARA ; LAERGIN)

(ASHELIE ; SIERRA ; JESSELLE)

(WYNTER ; ERICA ; KINTE)

(MEI ; CHEN ; LIN)

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[color=transparent]#dreamydidit

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Alma had just been on her way to her locker as she heard a single blast reverberate through the school's halls: BANG. She panicked, and she looked from left to right. She could see no one in the immediate vicinity. Before she knew it, she heard a whizzing noise coming towards her, and she was shot right square in the arm. She grimaced in pain, clenching her teeth together, and rolling onto the floor. Blood sprayed from the puncture, and spilled out onto the formerly clean, white floor. She moaned slightly, rolling onto her back. She closed her eyes, and was swallowed into a spinning, malicious vortex of unconsciousness.

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