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DetoxJustToRetox - 1It's pouring.
Pouring, and gray. Fitting, I guess. Even the sky is sad to let me go.
I've made up my mind. Well, I guess it was official in the beginning, but I had told my self firmly that I was going to do it, and I would not back out.
No good byes, no notes, nothing. Just do it. Just end it.
I gazed out at the traffic whizzing by. I was on my toes, fidgeting as I watched the sign change into a red STOP hand.

I'm not honestly gonna do this, am I? I'm not really serious.
Walk into the traffic of a busy New York City corner, that is.
But I was very serious.
I had mapped it all out. When I was going to do to it.
I knew from the start.

PeterickIt wasn't that long ago
You laid beside me
We talked all through the night
You stole my hat and ruffled my hair
And I stole it back, pouting
And you would pout and laugh
And say that I was adorable
And I was beautiful to you
I would blush slightly and hold you hand
And say that you were the beautiful one
You would flash a dazzling smile that made my heart melt
And give my hand a thanking squeeze

But now, I lie awake
I look, but you're not there
To keep the dark away
To hold my hand
I close my eyes, and there you lay
You crack a small smile
Wrap an arm around my waist
And pull me close
I lean in slightly
To brush my lips o

PS: I Love YouIt was a winter evening. Christmas eve, to be exact. Snow fell lightly outside. There was a little tree in the sitting room, semi decorated with crappy ornaments and candy canes. A total of eleven things hung on it, it was so small. It was actually pretty sad, the entire thing. So much for Christmas cheer. But I didn't mind.
I was sitting at my kitchen table, flipping through a magazine. A half drunk glass of eggnog sat beside me. I tapped my foot to a beat in my head. I took advantage of the aloneness and threw my head back an belted out a note. It wasn't even a carol, just a random song stuck in my head. I jumped up and began to dance, le

DetoxJustToRetox - 2It was not the first time I had woken up in a place had no immediate memory of getting there.
In a bed, comforters, blankets, sheets and pillows pilled high around me. It was uncomfortably hot compared to what I was used to, and I was suffocating. I threw it all off and onto the floor and cringed. My head was throbbing.

Remember, remember, what happened yesterday...

Oh. Yeah. Standing on busy New York City street corner for three hours in the rain, and almost walking in front of a speeding taxi...but I didn't.
That guy...Patrick. This...is his bedroom. His house.

I blinked, wiping sweat of my forehead. Wearing his clothes.

I swung my fe

If You Close Your EyesI'm making my nightly rounds up and down Lake Shore Drive. Where the daring run around the beach in the frigid Lake Michigan air. I see a boy who looks to be fourteen trying to get a cabby to stop, But they all pass him up. Not this cabby. I’m not passing him up. I pull to the shoulder, which I’m really not supposed to do, and smile at the boy. He climbs in and simply says; “Anywhere away from here, please.”
I laugh and pull of the shoulder. “Yes sir.” I say. “Hey, how old are you, kid?” I say, trying my hardest not to sound like a pedophile.
“Seventeen.” He says wit

peterickPatrick walked in the front door and put his keys on the side table. Taking off his jacket and dropping it to the ground, he called out into the dark hallway
“Joe? Andy? Panda? Anyone here?” he called, moving his hand up the wall to find the light switch. He flicked it on…
And nothing happened. After a few more flicks of the switch he decided to feel his way down the hall, towards his room and the soft pink glow he hadn’t noticed earlier. The door was cracked, and he could hear a soft guitar notes floating out into the hallway and a smile formed on his lips. As he gently pushed open the door he saw that inside was a sm

Adopted - Peterick I've been told I'm not the most conventional of people, but even I know there's something not right about being attracted to your father.
Okay, he isn't my father exactly, but it's the same basic principle. Two years ago, a man named Pete and his wife, Ashlee, adopted me, when I was fifteen. They didn't want to conceive their own child, intent on making a difference in someone else's life; I happened to be that lucky person. Childhood had been unfairly daunting, with family deaths and me moving around constantly until I was left in an orphanage. The feeling of rejection was overpowering, though I kept reminding myself that there were peo

Where He Belongs ::Peterick::                           DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF SLASH
                                         THIS IS A PETERICK FAN FIC

      "...Keep quiet nothing comes as easy as you, can I lay in your bed all day?" Your voice is so amazing Patrick, I thought to myself as Pa

Who Needs Mistletoe?-Peterick-“Patrick…I’m bored,” Pete whined, propping his chin on his elbows. “Entertain me.”
“Pete…” Patrick let out an exasperated sigh and let the oven door slam shut. “Do you really think I don’t have anything better to do on Christmas Eve than entertain an immature little emo like you?”
“But I’m bored, Tricky!” Pete wailed, rocking back and forth on his high stool standing beside the kitchen counter.
“Okay.” Patrick let out a long breath. Maybe inviting Pete to spend the holidays at his place in Chicago hadn’t been such a great idea… “Look, Pete

Some Long Overdue Peterick.

Pete was so ridiculously confident. Honestly, he could stare death right in the face, sure of the fact that he'd win the fight. Although nothing has ever really come to that, this right here, is about was close as he gets to death.

Pete gave that goofy laugh out to his crowd [Patrick, Andy and Joe], nearing the edge of the roof of his house. He waved to the black camera that Joe held, and gripped his umbrella tightly. Patrick bit his lip, fearing the worst for his boyfriend. The higher Pete was off the ground, the more danger he could present to himselves and others. And he was pretty damn high off the ground.

"Don't try this at home, ya li

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Lumpy Space Princess cosplayby ~Zarisla

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(( ugh why do I photograph so horribly x( ))

This is my Lumpy Space Princess cosplay, debuted at this past NYCC. It was a very interesting experience cosplaying something popular (as opposed to, say, 1940s Bucky Barnes) and was also a huge ego boost for that matter.

I'm mostly satisfied with this costume, but there are a few things I would change if I were to wear it again:

-the top is overall awkward and the purple is much too dark. I would try and keep the yellow star, but the shirt would be a different cut and style as well as a different color

-boots: i worked with what I had, but I think a pair of white yellow, or purple gogo boots would look better. Even better, a pair of yellow heels. I would also like to see maybe a pair of purple or yellow fuzzy boot covers? I liked what i did with star tinsel, to try and make the shoes relevant.

-wig: this is a cheap ass wig from party city and was all flyaway and poorly constructed, looking only good in indoor photos. It's heavily hair-sprayed which controls most of the fly away, but I would have preferred something curlier and better quality. I did like how it was multihued, with a few shades of purple. i would also have liked to color my eyebrows but that is harder than it sounds

my favorite part was the SKIRT though!!!
it's actually two purple petticoats layered over each other, which makes it really big and fluffy
i knocked over a glass at dinner one night, that's how crazy it is

the headband I wore lower at the con, it's make from a star cut out of stiffened felt sewn onto a ribbon tied at my neck

i also wish i had more accessories! jewelry! bracelets, earrings, etc
next time i think i will make a purse in the shape of a can of beans to hold my phone
there aint no pockets on this thing

unseen is a pale purple messenger bag that transforms into a backpack I used at con. I pinned a foam star on it to make it relevant

despite all the costumes shortcomings, people really liked it! i really liked it! i think it is hands down my best cosplay to date, and this is only really my fourth one

can only go up from here 8 D

what do you think?

LSP © Pen Ward, you magnificent bastard
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~SpellboundFox Feb 7, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You look so pretty!

~Zarisla Feb 8, 2012 Student General Artist

thank you so much!

~SpellboundFox Feb 8, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You're welcome!

~Eclipseflash Oct 21, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

lol I'm going to be Lumpy Space Princess for halloween so far it looks good but I'd love to have a purple wig and the purple gogo boots but my mom would never let me wear them let alone buy a hundred dollar pair!

~DexAntares Oct 21, 2011

Oh mah glub! I was thinking of this very same thing a year ago, as a costume for a... well, former friend now. Perfect!

~Lackadaisikal Oct 21, 2011

you're a magnificent bastard

~dinosaurbarbecue Oct 20, 2011 Digital Artist

best at lumpy space. I still wish we coulda had some pictures of LSP chasing Flynn Rider and Craig Tucker around somewhere because that would have summed up our existences.

~Lackadaisikal Oct 21, 2011

um yes

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