#That'sCool

[momo-de-avis]

everyone was a maria so either they went by their second name or they got a new one altogether lol

The thing is they were baptised as maria of something and decided later on they'd become maria of another thing altogether. Just like that

[to2llynottoby]

waat if i played country classics alone in my room on friday night do you think that'scool

[x-amber-x]

Hartman Creek State Park

[zerggyu]

One gifset a day until you’re back with us D-723

[collector-of-hats-and-emos]

I go outside I smmmmmelll it a mysterious verb is in the air I got an asthma fit this is so unfair but I'm outside inthefreshair breathinginthefreshair.... This song was sponsored by Miracle Gro mmm,,, mmmm, ,, tastes good, Jim :) mm,, , , I gotta pay my bills tho (Please buy soil at Lowe's dot com I'mlooooooonelyyyyyy) I go outside IT'S DARK I touch the grass IT'S DARK I eat the dirt IT'S DIRT It's dark outside IT'S DARK I go outside IT'S DARK I touch the grass IT'S DARK I eat the dirt IT'S DIRT It's dark outside IT'S DARK Why don't you retweet my tweet? You know that'd be real neat :) That dirt on your feet looks like a real treat JIM I might be a I might be a worm but at least my rhymes are firm they call me Earthworm Len................... yeah Where's my shovel? IT'S DARK SHIT I opened Skype and now it IT'S DARK Ghost and Aria are bullying Ponko :( IT'S DIRT It's dark outside Give a standing ovatioooooon for every crustaceaaaan a worm? He's an earthworm :) a Big Boy Worm take a munch of a goodcrunch ifit'scrunchyandgood it's a Good Munch ifyouhaveagoodtimeit'sa Good Crunch thinkofacrunchifit'saMunchit'sGood :) Is it possible? Can it happen? Can'thaveaCrunchwithouta Munch it's like a good relationship YouDon'tWantAnUnhealthy Crunch buying 72,000 birds on Amazzzzzon Prime that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool that'scool That's Preeeeeetty Cool :) oyoyoy break it up, lads, it's the Official Ponko Song Ponko Ponko :) it's dark outsiddde.... Listen..... Listen..... Do you hear it? Fortify the night for the soil of the gods is in my veins in my heart Nevermore Nevermore shall you take what was mine for the soil of the gods is in the visceral remains foreeeeeeverrrrr hoo... hoo

[cityboymusicgroup-blog]

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#Repost @pimpwaynepcp @pimpcityproductions #GoodMorning Here's A Lil Something For Those Of Us Who Still #Love The #OldSchool #Original #HipHop That Started It All... I Was #Raised To The #SoundTrack Of #RealHipHop. Now It's Just #Rap. And #That'sCool. But Hip Hop Was #BiggerThanRap. It Was The #Dance Moves....The #Graffitti....The #DressCode... AND....The #DJ!!!! Now We Only Want A DJ To #Promote Our #Music!! The DJ Was #Essential In The Founding Days or Hip Hop!! And U Had To Have Your Own #Style!! To All The #NewWave #Rappers....#Appreciate The #Foundation Built By Your #OldSchoolRap #ForeFathers Bcuz The Strength In That Foundation Is Why U Can Come Out Here And Just Do What The Fuck U Wanna Do And It Doesn't Ruin #TheCulture!! It's Too Strong To Crumble. So I #PayHommage To The #OldSchool Bcuz They Deserve It For Giving Hip Hop Such #Strong Legs To Stand On!! 💯💯💯🧢 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs-5TITAHvz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=arzdm5di0djz

[2pcanadas-googlehistory]

GUESS WHAT I THINK NEKOTALIA GIRIPAN IS GONNA BECOME CANON WOOOO

We'reshippingcatsnow? That'scool. Giripan few.

[thethoughthere]

Jam Of The Day: [that'scool] by Mr. Goldenfold Do yourself a favor and check this out!

[ask-imaginatives]

THAT'SCOOL. ACTUALLY, IWANTEDTOASKYOUSOMETHINGELSE, BUTIDIDN'TWANTTOCOMEOFFRUDEORIMPOLITETOASK. IMCERTAINMRYAMIHASCOMETOYOUWITHMANYIDEAS. OUTOFTHEMALL, WHICHDOYOUBELIEVECLASSIFIESASTHEMOSTIMPORTANTONEFORYOUTOSEECOMETOLIFE? IFITSASECRETBETWEENYOUTWO, IUNDERSTAND. JUSTCURIOUS.

hm well, theyre not rly important per se. but i do want to have DMS come to life at one point. i just need to work on making comics thru medibang so i can work on drafts and then work on drawing in a yugioh-like style and more proportions to then debut it online. dont kno where since idek how big the audience for dat story is. so if i fuck it up, i'd probably lose my own audience in the process...who knows. but if that doesnt work out, i have another idea i plan to work on that im sure will be good if not better

[ffuckkitall]

The main thing I have done today is cry.

[gracesavinggrace]

Would it be cool to corrupt society with you?

[xcryowolfx]

My creative writing story

XCryoWolfX

18 November 2013

Creative Writing

Snow sailed downward onto the tops of every building and the streets below them. A gust of air permeated all clothing, leaving most with a chill despite the layers of precaution that were taken before leaving the warmth of the house. The river on the eastern side of the city was frozen to its core. The city’s plaza filled with the sound of crisp snow crunching under the feet of its citizens and the local gossip that came with every city. An ordinary winter day for the city of Ortschaft.

Down an alley that connected to one of the main streets, a man named Marco was walking home from work. Marco, an average man with brown hair that split down the middle of his head ending with short bangs that reached the edge of his forehead and freckles on his cheeks, was a pest-exterminator and had just gotten done with a pesky case of titan rats in the city hall. He looked forward to seeing Jeanette, his loving wife, and their soon to be baby. He made his way past the the brick housing that was still under construction, stopped by the bakery to pick up some bread, and got some free potatoes along the way from the kind elderly woman whose name, he later finds out, is Sasha.

He walked up the stairs grabbing hold of the rusted iron railing to his front door and was greeted by his wife, along with the local physician, and a heavy mood. The doctor rose to greet Marco with a handshake and told him “You may want to take a seat.” Marco did as he was instructed, and sat next to his wife after placing the bags on the ground.

Jeanette had a sunken, hollow look in her eyes, her pupils strained and aggravated. The doctor then began to speak. “So I’m certain you are wondering why I am here visiting you. As I’m sure you know, your wife is pregnant and has not been feeling well lately. Though yes it is normal for women to begin getting sick while in labor, the signs your wife are showing are not good, and I fear that she may be exhibiting signs of a very deadly disease called Nicht Wirklich. I hate to be the one to break this news to you, but your wife may die before delivering your child.” The air felt as if it had gained mass and fell around everyone in the room. Jeanette began weeping again and continually between each sob saying, “I’m so sorry!” while hanging onto her husband as he sat petrified.

After about ten minutes of sitting, Marco sat up, grabbed the doctor’s shoulders, and in an angered manner pleaded, “Is there a way to fix this!? Is there a cure!? Please! Oh, God, let there be a cure!". Marco implored.

The doctor pried Marco’s arms off his shoulders and told him, “I’m sorry. I don’t know of any cure, for this is a completely rare condition that doesn’t affect enough to have that much research put into it. I'm sorry. I wish I could do something, anything, for you, but I don’t even know what causes this, just the warning signs.” “What do you mean you don’t know what causes this!? Is this not your job!? Why can’t you just research it and find a cure for her, huh!” Marco shouted while grabbing the doctor by his coat.

“That would require me to study then dissect someone who has the damn thing, which in case you hadn’t notice would be your wife,” the doctor rebutted as he freed himself from Marco’s grip.

“I truly am sorry, but there isn’t anything I can do for you both," he said as he grabbed his bowler cap and headed for the door.

“Though I have heard rumor of a miracle doctor that can cure almost any disease a few towns over that will take not much more than a few months travel to get to. Perhaps he may have a way of helping your wife.” The doctor left leaving the couple to the silence of their once happy home.

There was no questioning in Marco’s mind. That night, he began packing their things, and then they were heading to the next town over to find this miracle doctor. After telling his boss that he would be taking short leave of his work and getting a horse carriage rented, they were off in search for the cure and had no thoughts other than that.

Although high in hopes at the beginning of their quest, along the trip, Jeanette's condition began to worsen. At first it was a simple flushed complexion and persistent headaches. It soon became so rampant and aggressive that she began to cough up blood and vomit on occasion. Marco was exhausted and constantly worried for Jeanette’s health the entire trip, driving him from sleep for an entire week of the trip. The only time for sleep he found was when his wife told him to sleep or when he literally passed out.

Finally, after about two months of endless worries, they reached the town of Mangel an Wunder and found an inn to rest in for the nights to come. Marco then began searching the town up and down alone due to his wife's worsening condition. Everyone in the town seemed to have heard of the rumor, but none could give Marco a place to find him. Some even insisted that it was one of the neighboring villages is where he would find him. He went to search for the ever elusive doctor there as well, but he came to the same conclusions. After about three weeks of searching, Marco was almost certain that he had stumbled upon nothing more than a rumor, but he had no choice but to continue searching.

Then one day as he was heading back from another search for the miracle doctor, when a short man with a hunched back hissed him over, “I heard you have been looking for the miracle doctor, am I right?," the short man whispered. Marco replied, “Yes, I am! Please, if you know of where he lives or is at! I am in search of him, for I hope he will have a cure for my wife’s rare disease." “Yeah he probably has the cure, and I can show you the way for three hundred DM’s." “What an absurd amount of money! Can’t you find the kindness in your heart and show a man with a sick wife the way for free?" asked Marco. “You know what? You’re right. Three hundred and fifty seems the right amount," the short, greedy man replied.

“What!? How can you be so cruel?", Marco replied slightly tempered.

“Look, it’s up to you whether you take me up on my offer or go home to your wife and tell her that she is going to die," the short man said in a sarcastic tone. “Fine! Take your dirty money! You rat faced swindler!", Marco shouted.

“I’ll see you here tomorrow. Then we can begin the trip at the dawn of the sun. Also, I prefer to see myself in as an entrepreneur, thank you very much,” the short man said in a smug tone.

The next day Marco got up, dressed, and before leaving kissed his sleeping wife’s cheek. He met up with the short man, and they began their trip. When they finally arrived, Marco found himself at a deserted looking castle. The short man then departed without saying a word and began heading back. Marco, a little intimidated by his imagination of what could possibly live in this barren waste of bricks and wood, walked up to the front porch. He knocked on the the immense door knocker three times. He then waited before finding that the doors were unlocked, and he opened them.

As the outside was deteriorated and desolate, so was the interior, decorated with a veil of spider webs. Not two seconds into the door did Marco hear a small explosion come from some iron cellar doors to the right. He opened the doors and headed down, breathing in some of the smoke. At the bottom, he found a man with a goatee wearing a white soot-covered lab coat and broken glasses. He waited for the smoke to clear before speaking. “Um, are you the doctor that is said to be able to cure most diseases?” “Huh, oh why yes I suppose that would be me," the miracle doctor said to Marco. What can I do for you?” he asked. Marco then explained his journey and why he was there to see him.

“Nicht Wirklich, huh? Why yes, I had just recently found the cure.” “Then you can help my wife right!?” Marco interrupted.

“Well yes and no,” said the miracle doctor.

“I do have the cure right here in fact, but I have to figure out how to make more. You see my findings upon the cure was a mistake on a previous cure I was working on, and I don’t know what i did to make it. It could take an entire year before I could replicate the right chemicals.” “But you must be able to do something right? My wife is pregnant and might not be able to make it to see our baby.” Marco asked.

“Yes I know, but I simply can’t. Getting rid of this sample will set me back years. Also I would be maybe killing off hundreds if not thousands of people for your wife, you know,” replied the miracle doctor.

“Please! I beg of you, save my wife and child!” beseeched Marco.

“No! I simply cannot! Your wife and child will die, and you need accept that! Now please! Leave here before I force you to,” shouted the miracle doctor.

Marco left feeling shocked, dejected, and depressed. On the way back home, Marco thought of how he went through all this effort for nothing, and how he was going to have to either lie to his wife and tell her he had not found anything, or tell her that he had no choice but to let her and their child die. This left Marco with an almost sickening feeling in his stomach. He didn’t like any of the options present and tried to figure out a solution on his way home.

That night, Jeanette had a terrible fit and couldn’t get to sleep. She wouldn’t eat anything in the morning and looked about ready to give birth. Marco was panicking to the point where he couldn’t help but keep craving for the cure. Then one night, it got to him. He had to get that cure, even if it would cost the lives of thousands. He quickly made preparations to break into the miracle doctor’s cellar and steal the cure.

The next night, he went to the miracle doctor’s house and broke in through one of the front windows. The house was significantly creepier at night than during the day. He went for the cellar door, but it was locked. He then grabbed the crowbar he had brought with him and pried open the doors. He quickly ran down stairs and grabbed the cure. But before he could get away, at the top of the stairs, stood the miracle doctor.

Freaking out, in a burst of fright, Marco bashed the miracle doctor in the head with his crowbar, sending him tumbling down the stairs landing back first onto the concrete ground. Marco stood there watching to make sure he wasn’t getting back up, but then he saw the blood, red as wine, beginning to spill onto the floor making a deep red puddle from the miracle doctors head. In extreme fright at the terrible deed he had done and the thought that he might have killed him, Marco fled.

Fear set in even more once the adrenaline had worn off. He didn’t know what to expect from the future. He told himself that he shouldn’t worry about any of this, but he just couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about it. When he finally got home he immediately woke his wife up. “Jeanette! Jeanette! wake up! I have it! I finally found it!”, “Hummh” groaned Jeanette waking up.

“I found it! The cure! Quick! drink this,” Marco commanded.

...

After about three weeks time, Jeanette was feeling almost normal again, when suddenly her water broke.

“Come one Jeanette! Squeeze! Please baby you can do it. I love you so much you can do it,” Marco praised. After many hours of screaming and tears. The baby was finally delivered. “Oh hun, it’s a girl. Do you want to see it?” Marco asked. But Jeanette just gave a faint smile, closed her eyes, and never opened them again.

After returning to Ortschaft for the funeral, Marco and the baby moved to France. He couldn’t continue living in the city where he had once loved.

...

Four years later in their new home, he still thinks about it. Now he has a shining reminder of why he needs to move on and continue with all of life’s challenges. That reminder's name is Annie Jeanette Kristein, his four year old daughter.

Thank you for reading XD

[mykaylaleeann]

I was tan once. (':

[kingmarsamongthestars]

When a guy tells you he's having Thanksgiving dinner with his family.. He really meant to say that he's in his room eating at his computer and playing video games.

I'm the only adult here without a date. Fuck.

[is-your-ceiling-blue-blog]

(( Officially here for the rest of today probably maybe...

Romola Garai or Anne Hathaway for Octavia FC? Icantpick. ))

[jakelombardi-blog]

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