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![]() Have you ever noticed that there are little versions of Han Solo frozen in Carbonate! I only noticed him in one TV show but I have found others that also have done it before. In Firefly there are a couple times you see Han Solo! Once, you see it in Kaylie's engine room when she is sitting in her hammock. Second time, you see it when Inarah is walking into the eating area when Mal was cleaning his Liberty Hammer (His Pistol). I never would have thought that they would have something like that in other shows, but the way I see it is that Star Wars is the parent movie to Firefly. I only say this because Captain Malcolm Reynolds is in control over a cargo ship that flies around the galaxy! Funny how two shows could somewhat be alike without being the same!
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![]() I saw this blog post when I was reading around on one of my bookmarked pages, and I was reading about what this person had to say. They were talking about Dean Winchester still having the Mark of Cain on his forearm yet, and what they said was a valid point. So I decided to look into it some more, and what they said tripped my trigger and it actually made sense! So how is this actually possible? Had Rowena NOT followed her spell correctly? is my first thought. Or did she do something deliberately to keep Dean at bay so maybe she had some sort of hold over him. She knows how The Winchesters play her son for a fool and continuously use him to their own advantages. Is she trying to score a point here? Why would she really not do her job properly. Was she pissed at Sam for holding her prisinor and chained all that time. Could this have had some lasting damage on Rowena? How the boys were going to kill Amara was what tripped this thought for a lot of people. And Snow mentioned that perhaps The First Blade might be the only weapon that could kill her. But then can anything kill her, (I mean f she supposedly god's sister)? Dean tried with the Angel Blade and she didn't even flinch; all she did was shatter the blade on impact before it even got to her. Its also thought that Dean could technically still use the blade even without owning the Mark on his arm. I didn't think the blade worked without the mark! And the third thought, is Dean still human, really, truly human? Will he ever be old Dean again? Has the Mark left some residue behind like Gadreel "Accidentally" did with Sam. Is this why Amara and Dean share this profound Bond like Dean does with Castiel? Because Cas left a pretty big mark on Dean's shoulder when he pulled Dean from Hell! ![]() I dont know what it is about Han Solo but I absolutely love the guy. He's charming in a way that, you cant deny, is overly attractive! He's childish but makes it look cute and undeniably lovable. Can I just talk about his hair though! His hair is super fluffy and looks really nice to just run your fingers through, does it not laddies?! I dont know why I love this man, but then again it's pretty hard not to love his sarcastic remarks and his charming smile. He is just all around my favorite man in the Star Wars series! In the beginning he was kinda a jerk, but as the movie went on he slowly started to warm up to the others, and later became good friends with them. I love his smile, as well as his personality of all things about Han Solo. His sarcastic, charming, irritated, quirky, and lovable personality is my favorite part about him! Most people fall in love with the main character, but not me in most cases. I tend to favor the less appreciated (by most) characters! Han Solo is sort of one of the main roles, but I recently asked my friend who she liked more in Star Wars and she said Darth Vader. Another one of my friends said that she liked Luke, but I guess I dont see him as my "Favorite". My friends are entitled to their own opinion, but they always try to pros-wade mine. I would never change my mind on this subject and they cant get over the fact that I have my own brain about stuff like characters I like more than others, but I have drifted into my own world most days and dreamt about my favorite characters when I go to sleep at night. My love for Han Solo has taught me that I dont always have to follow those other people who are trying to tell me what to do all the time. I can finally stand up to others because of Han Solo and a few other great characters I have mentioned before! Han is a version of myself that I never knew I had in my personality type! I love his sarcastic and charming side most of all, because those are some of the traits I lack! Han will forever be my Star Wars role model!! ![]() I have seen the commercials for the New Star Wars movie and I dont know how I feel about this new BB8 character. So no I haven't seen the new movie, but I will Friday night. I am supper stoked about seeing it just simply for the fact that I love stuff like that. Anyway, back to my point here! I still dont know how I feel about this BB8 droid simply for the fact that I absolutely LOVE R2D2! My dad keeps disagreeing with me on it and he's a total Star Wars and Star Track buff! I guess I could be surprised at what may happen, but I wont know until I actually see the movie. I will always Love R2D2 and that will never change. I dont see why people like the BB8 droid more than the original...awesome R2!! Gotta Love R2D2 even through the movie is trying to replace the cute Droid!! Imagine the Battle of the Five Armies being bad dream you had and waking up to find Kili, Fili and Thorin still alive and safe!
I screamed, screamed and screamed. My voice became hoarse with agony as I saw Azog impale my little golden lion. Hearing him gasp for breath as pain filled his eyes. No, no! NO! I screamed even louder while I watched him being tossed down, like he was some piece of filth. My stomach heaved when I heard him land onto the stone, the sicking crunch of bones breaking – Kíli’s roar of rage filling the air. No … no … Fíli! I couldn’t reach him. I couldn’t do anything. It was as if my limbs were made out of lead instead of flesh and muscle. I tried to move. I tried to reach for my bow as my eyes met Kíli’s oak brown eyes. I saw the despair making them almost black. He reached for me, his lips starting to form my name. A wet choking cry escaped his lips as Bolg impaled him, blood trickling out of his mouth. I let out a scream, my hand reaching for my onyx wolf. No, Gods, no, please no! Azog was on top of Thorin, his blade trying to pierce Thorin’s body who kept it away with Orcrist. He was struggling, fighting to get away from Azog who pushed his spear arm down. I tried to reach my bow, clawing the ice as I didn’t feel my legs. I kept screaming his name, begging the Gods to save him. To spare him. Thorin turned his head, his eyes meeting mine and gasped – his eyes becoming wide as Azog impaled him. I cried, screaming, begging as I tried to get to him, but I saw the life leave his eyes. THORIN! “Thorin!” I jolted up, disorientated as my head throbbed and my body ached. “No no no!” I screamed as I fought with my blankets, trying to figure out where I was. “Thorin! Fíli! Kíli! Please!” I sobbed, falling out of the bed, and whimpered as everything hurt. “THORIN!” Please don’t be dead. Please, Gods, no, no don’t be dead. My heart felt as if it was being ripped apart, claws of sorrow digging into my flesh. I beat the ground, pleading and crying as my head hurt so bad. I tried to crawl as my legs were aching, but the pain was nothing compared to the one in my heart. I failed them. I failed them all. Please, oh mighty Father, Seven Gods, take my life and let them live. I don’t wish to exist anymore if they are not in this world. I let out a sorrow-filled wail, my tears rolling down my cheeks and burning my eyes as I felt so hollow. The strength left my arms and I lay on the ground, shaking and trembling. Forgive me. Please, forgive me for being unable to protect you all. I am so sorry. “Aeyanna!” I raised my head weakly as voice pierced through the sorrow-filled fog of my mind and heavy feet ran towards me. Strong arms picked me up, pulling me against a warm hard body and a big hand softly brushed my hair away. “I’m here, my love. I am so sorry that I wasn’t here when you woke up,” Thorin mumbled low as he held me in his arms, rocking me softly. I looked at him, my vision cloudy. “Thorin?” “Yes, it is me, ghivashel, it is me,” he murmured low as he pulled me his lap, his arms around me. “You’re not dead?” “No, I’m not dead. Fíli and Kíli are alive too,” he reassured me, brushing my tears away with his sleeve and I could see his face again. He looked haggard, a bandage wrapped around his head, but he was alive. He was alive. I started weeping again, wrapping my tired arms around Thorin and buried my face in his neck. He held me tight, whispering soothing words in my ear as I could hear his heartbeat. “I dreamed you died, you and the boys. I couldn’t save you. I’m so sorry, Thorin.” “But you did save us. We are alive because of you. It was just a bad dream, amrâlimê.Just a dream. I’m here. The boys are alive.” He stroke my hair back, pressing a kiss against my temple. We both looked up when the tent opened and the boys limped in, their faces dark with worry. “We heard her scream!” “So we came as soon as we could!” Fíli finished his brother’s sentence and I started crying again, in bright relief. They looked at their Uncle alarmed as they moved towards us. “She dreamed we all died,” Thorin explained as I pulled Kíli into my arms and hold him tight, touching his head and back to convince myself this was real and my mischievous little wolf wasn’t dead. “Oh, Aeyanna, you can’t get rid of us that easy,” Kíli teased me soft as he hugged me back, Fíli wrapping his arms around his brother and me. I let out a watery laugh, feeling Thorin chuckle faintly as his arm was around his waist and his other hand on his eldest nephew’s shoulder. I touched Fíli’s cheek, smiling happy at him as the pain and sorrow left my body and relief filled me now. It had just been a bad dream. I closed my eyes as I sniffed soft. We were all alive. It had been a bad dream, a mere dream. We lived to fight another day.
![]() ~ Scarlet’s P.O.V. ~ I haven’t seen my cousin Bilbo Baggins in a long time, so I figured it was time for a visit. We had always been close, ever since we were young hobbits running through the forest in search of Elves. I had always wanted to find the Elves, and inquire of my father. I’m not fully a Hobbit. My mother was an adventurous young woman at one point, and had run into an elf man at Everglade. And that’s where I had come in. She came back to The Shire, and that’s where my story started. When you look at me from a far distance I may look like a hobbit, but up close the differences are clear. I am not as big-boned as my relatives. My hair is wavy to the point of lose curls, and it’s a lighter brown than my mothers had been. I am quite slim for a hobbit, but that doesn’t mean I am any less strong that the others. To tell you the truth I may be a little stronger than most! People always said that I had the brightest Emerald Green eyes anyone had ever seen in the land of The Shire. People have told me stories of where I had gotten my emerald colored eyes. Some say that I had gotten them from a high king, but the thing is no one ever told me which one they were talking about. * A little bit of a backstory! * I wear a bracelet made of the metal that was used to create the dagger my older brother had given to me when I was a young girl. I had it molded into a dragon’s claw, because when I was little; when I asked where our father was; my brother told me stories about how he went of to war against a fire-breathing dragon. When I asked why he hadn’t come home yet, all they told me was that our father was a hero and that he will always be in our hearts. They never gave me a straight answer, but I never let go of the fact that my father could have been a hero. People ask me why I wear such a bracelet, and I told them. I wear it because it stands for more than people assume. I wear it because when I look at every day it reminds me of the promise I made my brother when I was still old enough to keep that promise. No one understood me at all. When I would pass them on my way home on some evenings all they did was point, whisper, and either glair at me or burst out laughing. I never really understood the reasoning behind the things they did, but now that I’m older I understand why. The ones that were to glair at me were the ones that despised dragons, and the story of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain. The ones that laughed, well they just laughed because they simply didn’t like me and they were trying to drive me away. Others told me the story, but I didn’t want to believe that the Elves would abandon the people of Dale and Erebor. So I decided not to listen. Others called my bracelet just a piece of metal, metal that had no purpose, but to me it was only thing left of my home, and my family. My brother gave me the dagger he had gotten from my father, and said, ‘Take this as a memory of everything our family has been through, the ups and the downs, and every time you think your alone or think that your life is not worth living, look at this piece and tell yourself to keep fighting! Can you promise me that you will always fight no matter what, and promise me if and when the time comes and you fall in love, make sure you know who they truly are before you fall to hard for the one lucky enough to catch your eye!’ He told me that, and to this day I have always kept my promise to him; thus is why I never had any relationships or friendships for that matter. I only had one friend as I was growing up; well he was more like a father figure in the absence of my true father! He taught me a lot about the world, he told me if I ever had the chance to go on an adventure I should jump at the opportunity! He knew my backstory, and he still cared about me and taught me how to be the best person I could be coming out of a bad situation. One that happened so long ago now! People asked me what a home meant to me; well I was still trying to decide that! I felt I never had a home since mine was taken from me at a young age in a way you wouldn’t wish on your enemy! To me, homes came with a price and for me they never ended well, but that’s a whole story on It’s own! Why am I saying all of this, well I wanted you to know the truth about me, and the reasoning behind my choices that I’ve made and have yet to make! * End of Backstory * I’m a little older than I was when I couldn’t decide what a home was, but I think I finally figured it out! To me home was with the ones you loved, but I never had any to call my family except Bilbo, who I rarely visited. I had been traveling for so long I missed having someone to talk to and care for. I’ve been missing the feeling of home for god knows how long. And I will not let that feeling take over me now! I made sure I had all my things ready, and I headed for Bag End to the only thing close to family I have left; if he’ll have me. I hope he’s still the adventurous hobbit he always was, because if he isn’t I’ll have to remind him of all the fun we had as small kids! I can never watch the very end of "The Hobbit The Battle of the Five Armies" for a huge reason, but it's not the only one. The HUGE reason I cant finish the movie is because my two favorite characters die. Thorin and Fili were my absolute favorite dwarves in the entire Hobbit collection. I just wished J.R.R. Tolkien would have wrote a book where the question that many ask "What if the line of Durin Didn't die?" I know I ask that same question all the time after I had read the book and went to see the movie. When I went to see Peter Jackson's version of "The Hobbit" I was stoked to finally see it, as I had always saw it in my head while reading it, but what I forgot was what happened at the end of the book at RavenHill. When it was nearing the end of the movie I had to walk out before they killed the Line of Durin. I still, to this day, can't watch the ending, because for me they are my role models of what I've been trying to become. (This is kind of like my appreciation towards Paul Walker. But thats another whole story.) The Line of Durin has literally became the type family I never had, and a lot of things I wish I could have had when I was younger. I guess I'll never know when I will be able to watch the ending, but I'm sure they did an amazing job portraying these very crucial moments in their lives. :'(
![]() I never really loved to read until I was given the book by the name “The Hobbit”. Before that book I was never inspired to read at all, nor was I inspired to write before that book. J.R.R. Tolkien is one of my favorite authors, and I will never forget the first time I read that book. (This was way before the movies even came out yet) When I first picked up that book tell the moment I read the last page of it, I was completely and utterly absorbed in the storyline, the characters, as well as what they had to overcome and the things they had to do to win what was there’s. (Even though they lost much more than they gained.) If I could change the ending of that story I would change it to suit my image on what should have happened up on RavenHill. That's what a good reader/writer can do! We are very powerful people when we set our minds to something as strong as a love for a character or a story. Thats who I am... that's what I have become after reading his books... this one most of all! This book changed my life more than anyone will ever know, and I wish I could tell him how much his writing, and his amazing imagination means to me. he has helped me with his strong words through think and thin! I just wish I could tell him form everyone who has this same feeling how much he has changed our lives! War Against The Honorable Some thought he was just a soldier in a war already lost. The man that thinks he's only a problem. The boy who decided to stop fighting the good fight, because he thought he failed. He gave everything he was, but got nothing but pain and sorrow in return. For everything that he is he got nothing. He keeps telling himself he can become something more then he is, but he never thought that he could have been the hero all along. he doesn't think he deserves the family he has, or the love others try to show him. He fights for his family more than anything, but he never thinks he is fighting hard enough for the ones he loves. Even though Sam was never there to feel the pain he harbors in his heart, there is an awful lot. And he hides it as much as he can. He never felt worthy enough. He never felt strong enough, but he always was! Dean Winchester The Soldier with an honorable heart. Rule 1. Sometimes there is a point you have to stop what you’re doing and stand back... to see the full, real picture.
Rule 2. When the going gets too tough... tough it out further. You won’t know what could happen if you don’t try hard enough. Rule 3. Underneath every person’s tough person complex there is a heart somewhere no matter how small, you just have to dig deep enough to reach that. No matter what has transpired before, there is no harm in giving a second chance to whomever deserves it. I wish I could tell you a bunch of my unwritten rules, but that may take ages to complete. I do have one thing to leave you guys with after you read my blog posts whichever ones you actually read! This are so many saying that I could put here and tell you why I chose this saying to follow my whole life, but that would also be a lot! So I will leave you with one very powerful thing from my favorite writer! He may not be your favorite, but he has inspired me to do so much with my life that none of you people would even know! ![]() The music in Skyrim is amazing! If you ever need to get rid of writers block this is my safe haven to try and grab ideas to finish writing a piece. The different tones just create special pictures in a way that not most can do. There is contrast and visual sounds that help me depict what should or could be happening in that particular moment. Sometimes I can visualize differently then what someone else would see with what the sounds are displaying in the musical picture. A lot of the music is upbeat and conflicting notes, as well as urgency to the melody. The original theme to the song has words to it, but they help the urgent effect as well as the abrupt change in tones and over tones. I dont know why this type of music helps me but it does, and I love how the piece turns out after wards! Most of the time I can write for hours while listening to the music!! Music is my life and this type of stuff boosts my theme for writing and listening to music for fun! She didn't answer. She just walked into the invisible. Aurora bowed her head holding onto a strength lost long ago. Irritated, wondering what she would say. Pretending it would be fine. You asked me why I didn't want to come back. And you turned away from all. When you sit here with a flashlight. the Darkness is raising. Just answer. ![]() I dont know why I made this type of poem, but it's more like its telling a story. My brain works in several ways and this is one of the interesting ways it likes to stray from the paths of my thoughts. It likes to go down a dark dusty road that takes me to a different place all together, a lot of the times it's amazing what happens but sometimes I'm confused at what might had transpired. I really like this black out poem I created! I don't know why I just do! I like to think it lets my "lost girl" spirit out of it's hiding place from the forest/cage it's locked up in all the time. I like to picture things happening in these types of writings, and it's really mesmerizing at what you can see! The pictures above and below are just a few pictures that I can see when I read this! You should tell me what you see! Looking up into the deep
dark sky, and seeing the rich colors of greens, blues, and oranges slithering across the sky. You may have missed this minor detail; or more like father in the sky. He flies and protects the earth in Ancient Dova words. The force of his voice is one of strong power. the Thum of a Dova is unlike the voice of man. The only human to stand as high as the True Dova King over all Skyrim is known as the Dovakiin. You can find him at the top of the throat of the world, and a great leader to the Graybeards. Many look up to that mountain in search of leadership and guidance. Although they never truly see this great king and protector, they can feel his presence in worship and prayer, and in great words of wisdom and power. The True High Dova of Skyrim. Paarthurnax! ![]() To be completely honest I love both of these great dragons, and for some reason they both hold a certain spot in my heart! Even though Alduin was supposed to be an Evil Dragon in this place called Skyrim, but to my bad-girl side he is really cool! In a Sense he could be labeled as the worst dragon, only because he waned to bring the end of the world upon those in it! I can see where people would be torn there, but when I had to kill him in the main quest I felt bad about killing the dragon. Simply because he had saved my life numerous times before, so what did he get in return for saving my life? He was killed for it. Paarthurnax is also one of the greatest leaders/ teachers in Skyrim. He is an influential speaker when he talks to the Dovakiin (The Player), and he has a lot of great sayings! There is one that I absolutely love and I live by this both in the game and in real life. "What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through Great Efforts?" That was the saying he had told the Dovakiin when you ask him if he ever thought he might turn on the world. He tries really hard not to be like Alduin, and that is what makes him great! He has overcome his Dova's will for the power to rule as the true King of Skyrim even though he deserves it for all his hard work, teachings, wisdom, and leadership. |
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