link
If you want to listen
She stood still, her back straight as a rod. The sword in her hand was gripped tight, her knuckles white.
The cut on her cheek stung, but she grit her teeth and looked at her opponent. He was just as calm as she was on the outside, but both were tactical storms underneath, debating their seguinte move. She blinked, and suddenly was back to years earlier.
You fascinated me
Cloaked in shadows and secrecy
The beauty of a broken angel
I ventured carefully
Afraid of what you thought I'd be
But pretty soon I was entangled
You take me por the hand
I pergunta who I am
She looked at him steadily, the rain on the field cleaning the blood from her wounds. Her sword lay to the side of her, thrown away from his attack. He looked at her, disappointment clear on his face.
“I thought you'd have learned mais por now.”
His words pricked through her like the icy rain against her skin.
“There are ways to fix that.”
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
She growled low in her throat and lunged quickly, his sword quick to block. Even as the other man's face formed in her head, she refused to let him win this one after so long.
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along
She moved more, focusing her anger into strength for her attacks, causing her partner to falter and loose his grip some. She smirked at him.
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
She swung again, quicker. He pushed her back this time and she spun to keep her balance. They faced off for a long moment before she was once again thrown back in time.
My memory refused
To separate the lies from truth
And procurar the past
My mind created
I kept on pushing through
Standing resolute which you
In equal measure
Loved and hated
You take me por the hand
I'm seeing who I am
His hands were tight around her throat and she struggled for breath. She grit her teeth rather than cry out and swung her leg. His hands released her as he loudly cursed and she scurried back to her weapon. She clutched it tightly and stared at him, the blood on his hands and face.
“You weak, rotten girl! You should have been thrown to the cachorros when you were born!”
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
“Get up and fight!”
“I don't want to!”
“You don't have that luxury. You're not like the rest of us, now stand up!”
He gripped her hair and she yelped. She twisted in his grip and clawed at his arm. He yanked her and she grabbed the dagger from his belt, cutting him. He cursed at her, a usual thing as of now, and she dashed away, a chunk of her hair in his hand.
Lies a warrior...
You take me por the hand
I'm sure of who I am
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
She focused on the man in front of her now, giving in to one last burst of energy before she put everything she knew into her attack. She swung and he parried, tossing her sword to the side. Both stared at each other, panting, before he pulled his sword back and smiled at her. She returned his smile. “Thanks K.C. I needed that.”
He only smiled again, always silent after a victory, and returned to his routine. She grabbed her sword and sheathed it, walking out of the gym. Her father had been on her mind all day, but now that she'd had a long fight with a master swordsman, her mind cleared away the distant memories and she walked with renewed confidence.
The pictures come to life
Wake in the dead of night
Open my eyes
I must be dreaming
Clutch my travesseiro tight
Brace myself for the fight
I've heard that seeing
Is believing
If you want to listen
She stood still, her back straight as a rod. The sword in her hand was gripped tight, her knuckles white.
The cut on her cheek stung, but she grit her teeth and looked at her opponent. He was just as calm as she was on the outside, but both were tactical storms underneath, debating their seguinte move. She blinked, and suddenly was back to years earlier.
You fascinated me
Cloaked in shadows and secrecy
The beauty of a broken angel
I ventured carefully
Afraid of what you thought I'd be
But pretty soon I was entangled
You take me por the hand
I pergunta who I am
She looked at him steadily, the rain on the field cleaning the blood from her wounds. Her sword lay to the side of her, thrown away from his attack. He looked at her, disappointment clear on his face.
“I thought you'd have learned mais por now.”
His words pricked through her like the icy rain against her skin.
“There are ways to fix that.”
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
She growled low in her throat and lunged quickly, his sword quick to block. Even as the other man's face formed in her head, she refused to let him win this one after so long.
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along
She moved more, focusing her anger into strength for her attacks, causing her partner to falter and loose his grip some. She smirked at him.
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
She swung again, quicker. He pushed her back this time and she spun to keep her balance. They faced off for a long moment before she was once again thrown back in time.
My memory refused
To separate the lies from truth
And procurar the past
My mind created
I kept on pushing through
Standing resolute which you
In equal measure
Loved and hated
You take me por the hand
I'm seeing who I am
His hands were tight around her throat and she struggled for breath. She grit her teeth rather than cry out and swung her leg. His hands released her as he loudly cursed and she scurried back to her weapon. She clutched it tightly and stared at him, the blood on his hands and face.
“You weak, rotten girl! You should have been thrown to the cachorros when you were born!”
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
“Get up and fight!”
“I don't want to!”
“You don't have that luxury. You're not like the rest of us, now stand up!”
He gripped her hair and she yelped. She twisted in his grip and clawed at his arm. He yanked her and she grabbed the dagger from his belt, cutting him. He cursed at her, a usual thing as of now, and she dashed away, a chunk of her hair in his hand.
Lies a warrior...
You take me por the hand
I'm sure of who I am
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
She focused on the man in front of her now, giving in to one last burst of energy before she put everything she knew into her attack. She swung and he parried, tossing her sword to the side. Both stared at each other, panting, before he pulled his sword back and smiled at her. She returned his smile. “Thanks K.C. I needed that.”
He only smiled again, always silent after a victory, and returned to his routine. She grabbed her sword and sheathed it, walking out of the gym. Her father had been on her mind all day, but now that she'd had a long fight with a master swordsman, her mind cleared away the distant memories and she walked with renewed confidence.
The pictures come to life
Wake in the dead of night
Open my eyes
I must be dreaming
Clutch my travesseiro tight
Brace myself for the fight
I've heard that seeing
Is believing
1. Make a really stupid joke that a 5 ano old might laugh at. Ex) knock-knock jokes, chicken crossing the road jokes.
2. Start atuação like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing disney songs with her
8. Dance on the mesa, tabela with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz bonecas (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton cantar the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when you poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word espargos
23. Asking for frutas punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt
2. Start atuação like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing disney songs with her
8. Dance on the mesa, tabela with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz bonecas (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton cantar the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when you poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word espargos
23. Asking for frutas punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt
Daily Episode
dia Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as said superhero or (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
dia Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as said superhero or (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.