|I'm gonna try not to use bases anymore! This is my first baseless attempt.|
As for honoring Monty, we will do that in our own way. In lieu of flowers or gifts, we ask that you simply do something creative. Use your imagination to make the world a better place in any way that you can. If you know Monty like we do, then you know he would certainly be doing that if he were able to.And in several tweets, they are encouraging fans to create as much as they can, no matter what. Life is short, so get creating now, As a creator, I took this very personally. I love writing, but I spend way too much time hesitating or worrying and not nearly enough time writing or creating. I definitely have to get my butt in gear and go for it, for the sake of all creators who were taken from this world too early. I need to write like I'm the next creator to be taken.
Ash ran up and down the streets. It felt so great to be back in Pallet Town! He'd been all over the world to so many different places and meeting so many different people, but Pallet Town was still the best. One can never top the original.
"Mom! I'm home!" Ash exclaimed as he walked through the door. His mom, however, wasn't home.
So, Ash decided to do what everyone does at least once in their life: do a Google search of himself. He expected to see stuff about his victory in the Orange League, along with other victories. He was quite famous around the world.
When he got on the computer, though, he saw something that greatly surprised him. The first link that came up on the search was for a website, "www. girlswholikeash. com" to be exact. As he read the URL, he knew it couldn't be him. It had to be some other Ash Ketchum.
Of course, he just had
She Who Laughs Last
She Who Laughs Last
Ash and Dawn laughed as they walked cheerfully into the Pokemon Center. "Today was really fun!" Ash exclaimed.
Dawn couldn't help but agree as she gazed into his adorable smiling face. She had missed him so much when he went to the Unova region, and she practically freaked out when he told her he was coming for a visit.
Dawn had been crushing on Ash for a while now. It was no surprise to anyone she had told about it that this would happen. They all had seen it coming from a mile away. Quite a few girls had actually recommended a support group website for her. She denied the offer to make an account on the website, however, because she knew she had control over things. As far as Dawn could tell, Ash was falling for her, too.
They had spent the whole day alone together. It was just perfect. Perfect, that is, until someone in the Pokemon Center caught Ash's eye.
Contest Prize for ShweetcupcakeThe Golden School. A tall building with unique towers and majestic turrets. It's halls have been home to many great angels and devils as they learned to be the best guardians of their time. Eternals like Raf, Elena, Andy, Harper, Nauge, Billie, Lorie, Ariel, Diabela, Shana, Elwira, Onyx, and Camie. (1)
Yes, these and many more have come and completed training here. Some have even saved humanity on occasion. All the greats from one place, one school that hosted them all. And now, there's another.
Daisy. A cute new angel with multicolored hair consisting of different shades of red, pink, and white. She had soft pale pink eyes and lips, as well the same peachy-pink color on her wings and halo. Her adorable outfit was mainly a dark pink with lots of glittery dark blue sections. She had a knack for adorable outfits such as the one she currently wore. (2)
Even though she was a new student, she was already an accomplished individual. She participated in a design pageant over the summer. That
Starfire gazed at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in an elegant flowy one-shoulder deep purple gown with gold thread embroidery and lacy white underskirts. Her hair was up in the true Cinderella-style fashion, and she had on long translucent off white gloves, a simple pearl necklace, and deep purple heels.
Why was she so dressed up? Because her wonderful boyfriend Robin was taking her to one of the fanciest restaurants in town.
Unfortunately, Beast Boy was busy doing something with Cyborg and couldn't watch Starfire's treasured pet, Silky. Not wanting to disturb Raven's meditation, Starfire decided to just secretly take Silky along. Surely, this would be no problem. Besides, it would be fun to secretly share this romantic evening with her beloved Silky.
Starfire walked out of her room and met Robin in the living room. He looked so handsome in his fancy tux, and he was still w
Say Yes To The Dress . . . Or Not
Vibration after vibration after vibration. Toph strolled through the marketplace holding a bag of jingling coins. She could roughly tell what each vendor was selling based on how heavy the stand weighed upon the ground. A heavier stand was likely selling cookware. A lighter stand was likely selling little odds and ends. Finally, Toph found the stand she was looking for: the dress stand.
Why was Toph looking for a dress, you may ask? Well, though she would never admit it, she had a little bit of a crush on Sokka. And she thought that maybe, if she wore a dress, he might see her in a different light. Just a simple dress, nothing slutty or complicated. It was actually Aang's idea. The two often talked about this sort of thing, what with his major feelings for Katara. And after she beat him up for suggesting such a ridiculous idea, she decided to pursue it.
Obviously, she couldn't see what any of the dresses looked like, but she could feel them. She ran her hands across them and found the
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Heather sat on the couch with her boyfriend Alejandro. He had the remote and was flipping through channels. He lingered for a moment on a channel that was airing old Total Drama episodes. It was season 3 episode 16, when they were in Australia. It was right in the middle of the song.
“Ugh, why did you stop here?” Heather asked, annoyed.
“You know, you must be quite skilled with an electric razor in order to perfectly sheer a sheep whilst singing,” Alejandro observed. “Had much practice, have you?”
A smile crept upon Heather’s face as a memory came back to her. “Yes, actually, I have. It’s a great story, you should hear it sometime.”
“Can I hear it now?” Alejandro asked playfully.
“Only if you beg,” Heather answered, eager to tease.
“But if it’s such a good story, then you should be the one begging me to hear it,” Alejandro retorted.
After a little more back-and-forth action, they were