       Also, I no longer thank for faves. I dunno, I just fell out of the habit. It doesn't mean I'm ungrateful; I just don't do it anymore. I appreciate each and every favorite I get. |
Originshipping Valentine's drabble Wallace sighed as he stood atop the waterfall of Ever Grande City, watching as the sun set. The water turned a fiery red, the clouds painted pinks, oranges and yellows. Normally, he would be reveling in this chance to relax, but he just couldn't this time.Originshipping Valentine's drabble by ~Ombreon
He missed Steven. The two of them had been going steady for a few months now, but hadn't seen much of each other due to their busy schedules. Wallace was running to different regions on his Contest celebrity and dealing with all that came with being Champion. Steven was traveling on Devon Corp business while studying to get his archaeology degree.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts a
Early Morning Playtime Wallace sighed as he stood out on the shores of Sootopolis, an all too familiar scene before him. The city was completely dark, not even the moon shining this night. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked over the black waters, reminding him of a black silk blanket. He shook his head, however, and let out a soft whistle. A dark form rose out of the water and nuzzled him before he stepped onto its back. "To the gym, Allison dear," he said softly and the Pokemon nodded, gliding over the silent waters. He stepped off her back and patted her head before she sunk down into the depths again.Early Morning Playtime by ~Ombreon
With another shake of his head, he walked into
Wallace scene Just putting up trigger warnings for abuse and depression. Full explanation is in the description.Wallace scene by ~Ombreon
Wallace sighed as he stood on the shores of Sootopolis, running his fingers through his hair. He held his hat in his hand, looking out over the water. The setting sun turned the water a fiery red, making it look almost like blood, but he paid no heed. Not even the beauty of the sunset he enjoy so often could reach him tonight.
He folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, numb to every sensation reaching him. The sound of the waves, the warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze... Nothing made it through to him as the memories washed over
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Trite and True, Part II: OriginalityTrite and True
Part II: Originality
Being original doesn’t mean entirely giving up on cultural symbols or emotions or themes. Almost all significant human experiences are tied to the same handful of common themes, and every human being shares the same set of emotions. While individual experiences and reactions to these emotions may vary, in general, fear causes the heart to pound and breathing to become shallow, sadness may cause listlessness, sighs, or tears, and happiness often causes smiles or laughter. Similar as these emotions are across the human experience, Shakespeare’s love poems are very different from those of his En
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