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Friendly Giant

09/26/2020 02:44 PM 

Dad's Journal

Scotland, where no Winchester has gone before. Engh. Wrong answer.  Just because Dean doesn't like to fly, doesn't mean none of us have been. There was this one time, no not at band camp! Sorry, had to. Now back to the monster story at hand. It started out that poor Selkies were being attacked, one clan in particular, on the verge of extinction. Everyone has heard of Nessie but that is not the one about to be told. Nessie has an evil sister Loch Morag. Many boats have more than capsized in this Loch. Do not go swimming is an understatement. She just doesn't nibble at your toes. The Morgause of the sea might as well say. A few of us hunters could only slow her down enough, injure her enough that she went under until we could re-locate that particular selkie clan.  Sorry to say Morag, is still there so beware all who enter Loch Morar. 

Angel Mulder ยฉ

09/26/2020 12:40 PM 

To Russia with Love.
Current mood:  aggravated

She jolted awake and found herself passed out in a chair in the corner of the hotel room. She took a moment and blinked. she let out a breath and stood up rubbing her eyes, she made her way over to the table and saw a hastley written note in her mothers hand writing. she picked it up and read it then tossed it back on the table.-Angel,Damien and I went out to try to find some coffee the stuff here sucks, I saw you finally fell asleep and did not want to wake you. We should be back shortly Dont go wandering off.Mom-She sighed and walked into the bathroom and turned on the water and started brushing her teeth and looked at her reflection, she rolled her eyes at herself and finished up. She walked out and went to her bag looking at the clothing but then paused she looked at her reflection and saw she was wearing Wills shirt that she stole..borrowed. She really didnt want to change out of it so she decided just on putting on shorts. She threw her bag to the corner of the room, thats when she noticed it a blinking light in the corner of the room. She walked over to it and tilted her head, she reached up and pulled a small black camera off the wall. She raised her eyebrows  and looked around. Why would there be camera in here?She paused again and herd mens voices outside her door. She froze and her heart rate sped up and she glanced around the room, just as she did that the door handle jiggled and she panicked. She glanced back and went to the window and pushed it open, just then she herd the beep of the electronic lock and she posted herself out of the window. She sat there with her back against the wall letting out a small breath trying not to make a sound. She herd there belongings being thrown and then her eyes grew wide she herd it..They were speaking Russian..She panicked more and slowly came off the wall and was walking away through bushes. She started walking faster when she felt it a tough grip on her arm and it ganked her backwards and a hand covered her mouth, she was being dragged through the grass and she tried to breakfree, she she panicked more she felt the heat in her body rise she closed her eyes and was about to send out a jolt when she felt a small prick in her arm. Her vision started getting blurry and her body felt heavy. She herd doors open and felt her body being put in the back of a van. She blinked  and tried to look around still trying to fight them off. The man grabbed her arms and held them . He grabbed her face with his other hand and held it to his , thats when she recognized him."Is....its you?"he smirked at her and spoke in a gruff voice-Privet, Lightning Bug, davno ne videlis'. Moy, kak ty vyros. Teper' ty budesh' vesti sebya khorosho, i ya ne prichinyu tebe vreda(Hello Lightning Bug, long time no see. My how you have grown. Now your going to behave and I wont hurt you) She looked up at him and felt her eyes glaze over and her mind grow fuzzy, she tried to call out to Will but she knew whatever they injected her with that he wouldnt hear it, all she hoped is that somehow he knew something was wrong.

Bowie

09/26/2020 11:47 PM 

OPTIONAL TASK 113: FALL RECIPE.

HOMEMADE SPICED APPLE CIDER.  Keep warm on Bonfire Night the most delicious way possible, with a hot, steaming cup of gorgeously spiced cider. Flavoured with cinnamon, cloves and star anise, this cosy cocktail takes just 15 mins to make and is a great Bonfire Night party idea. MAKING: Heat the vintage cider, cinnamon sticks, cloves and star anise in a large pan for a few mins, then add the ginger syrup, the orange juice and slices and the sugar. Bring to the boil, then simmer for 5 mins. To serve, ladle into glasses and add an extra cinnamon stick stirrer, orange slice and star anise to each, if you like. INGREDIENTS: 1½ ltr vintage cider 2 cinnamon sticks 4 cloves 2 star anise 4 tbsp ginger syrup (from a jar of stem ginger) 1 orange, ½ juiced and ½ sliced 3 tbsp light soft brown sugar  

Ezra.

09/26/2020 11:51 PM 

drabble; endurance (pt. 1)

ENDURANCE | part onecw: suicide, blood, torture “We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces… what?” Nothing. No response other than labored breaths; failed attempts at a single word, one that usually comes easy to him. Ezra is on his knees, choking. Brian is kneeling before him, holding onto his arms. “Suffering produces…” he prods once more, squeezing Ezra’s arm. Droplets of blood smack against the tile in the entryway. Ezra can’t even think straight, let alone speak. Had he run to his father instead, would the outcome have been any different? “Suffering produces what?” “I’m - Brian, I c -” “I’m not asking you what you can and can’t do; I’m asking you to tell me what comes next. Do you want my help? Do you want to be forgiven?” Brian squeezes his arm a little tighter. “You’re suffering, aren’t you?” “Y - ah - yes. Yes.” An attempt to jerk his arm away fails. Ezra squirms in place in frustration, gritting his teeth. “Don’t pull away, you asked for my help. Suffering produces what?” Ezra stares at his blood on the floor, shaking his head, questioning whether or not he can make it through the entire verse. A burst of pain shoots through the entire side of his face, a force he’s incapable of comprehending causing his head to snap to the side. The instinct to place a hand over where he’s been hit causes his arm to yank again; the increase in pressure only draws more blood. “Ezra.” Brian demands, the hand that slapped him now used to lift his chin. “This is very serious. By trying to take your life, you’ve not only betrayed us, but God himself. Do you realize that? I’m trying to help you, but you have to let me. Do you want to be forgiven?” Ezra lowers his head as soon as the hand leaves his chin. “Do you?” It’s all his strength to fight his tears back. Is he worthy of being forgiven? Can he truly be saved or is Brian just punishing him -- getting revenge? Will he be outcast? Made an example of? “Do you want forgiveness?” Ezra squeezes his eyes shut. “Yes…” “Then speak. Suffering produces?” “Endurance…” “What? Clearer now.” “Endurance.” “Good. And endurance produces…?” Brian squeezes tighter. “We won’t go through this a second time, I hope.” Ezra shakes his head. “Character.” He can’t stop shaking. The entryway feels impossibly cold. Brian’s wife comes to stand at the top of the steps, looking somewhere between horrified and enraged. “What’s going on?” Brian steals Ezra’s attention by redirecting his chin again. “We’re going to stand now,” he instructs. “Endurance produces character, and character produces what?” Brian begins to stand; his hold on Ezra’s arms forces Ezra to stand too. “Character produces what?” His knees start to give. His vision becomes tunneled. He’s starting to wish he’d have let himself bleed out in piece in the barn. Why did he come there? He inwardly curses himself for abandoning forgiveness; abandoning family; abandoning God. Can Brian save him from this? “Brian, please, I can’t -” “Yes you can, now answer me.” “Brian!” Ezra catches a glimpse of Brian’s wife coming down the stairs. His vision goes from tunneling to blanking out entirely, the world moving in slow motion, and only in small patches of information he’s unable to make sense of. The melded voices around him sound less like people, more like guttural sounds, no one speaking real words. He’s still struggling for the one word Brian wants, but all his attempts come out as high-pitched breaths and involuntary begging that spills out before he can control it. Even that comes to a halt, along with everything else. The guttural bickering, the smacking sound of his blood, the begging, the demands. His vision goes from tunneled to incomprehensible silhouettes to nothing. He’s crashing. He’s crashing. Who would forgive him if he can’t even speak the word? Where would he go if he couldn’t be forgiven? He’s crashing, his entire weight suddenly hurled into Brian’s chest while his wife yells for help in the background. Character produces what?

Casey.

09/26/2020 11:48 PM 

drabble; oblivious.

“Do you have anything to say?” Swallow it back, even if it hurts; even if it burns the entire way down, swallow it back. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, staring out the window, Casey is guilty as charged and he and his mother both know it. There’s nothing to say; there’s no defense, or at least not one she’d buy into. She seems to be having fun playing the victim -- the mother in distress over her wayward son. She’s shaking her head. She says she can’t believe he’d embarrass her like that, but really, she’s mad Casey ruined her date. “Casey?” “No, I have nothing to say.” “You’re damn lucky you weren’t expelled, you know.” “No, you’re lucky I’m not expelled. I really don’t care.” “You don’t care that I have to take time off work to watch you?” “Not really.” Casey shrugs, folding his arms. “I don’t get paid for that, you know. That’s dinner.” “No one said you have to watch me.” Casey rolls his eyes, shaking his head before returning his focus on the window. He’d never admit it, but the idea of spending three days at home with Jennifer genuinely terrifies him. “You act like I did it just to mess with you.” “Sure as hell feels like it sometimes when every time I turn around, you’re getting into trouble. Fighting, really?” “Ch'yeah, I totally pick a fight and lose ‘cause I know it’s gonna piss you off. You’re totally right.” “Jesus Christ, Casey…” Jennifer rolls her eyes. “You done?” “Are you?” “Unbelievable.” Jennifer shakes her head. “You know, I really don’t know why you hate me so much…” At that, Casey’s jaw tenses, a burning sensation ignited in his chest, spreading outward. Either she’s playing dumb or she really doesn’t get it, and he can’t figure out which is worse. “I could honestly ask you that same thing.”

๐“ฃ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“ป

09/26/2020 10:43 PM 

Drabble bits- Cult Classics.

"Let me go! You do not have the slightest idea of what you are doing!" She pleaded. Looking at the man she once called her friend. The cult has gotten their claws deep through him. She was trying to save him, she knew what the cult was capable of doing. If he didn't run into her in the woods while practicing witchcraft, she wouldn't be here right now. His angry brown eyes looked straight through her, nothing she could say or do would help her escape these shackles that were tightened around her wrists. "You got to understand this, if you do not let me go, you will die. Your parents will die. How the hell could you even want that?!" Now on her knees, she began to tremble. She knew they were planning on burning her by the next sunrise. "Look for yourself. Sneak into the preacher's cabin. You'll find his journal in a hidden compartment that is located in the left drawer of his wooden oak desk. There are plans of mass suicide that he will convince you all to do. And if you don't do what he says, he'll push you." Kingsley was a lot of things but a liar wasn't one of them, she has seen this in her visions. Every person was to drink special water. It was laced with poison, for the people who survive, they would be taken to the top of the cliff where they will be either forced to jump or get pushed off. So many bodies that have already seen that fate. Twisted bones, splattered blood, caved in faces from the impact from the jump to the boulders down below. "Please, you don't want this... I am your friend. Go figure it out yourself."

Octavia

09/26/2020 07:15 PM 

Owes List

I Owe YouYou Owe MeUPDATED: September. 26 @ 7.21 AM

Lucas

09/26/2020 02:27 PM 

Black Diamond

 When Lucas found out he would be discharged from the Marines and moving back home to South Park, He knew he had to find a place of his own. Not that he didn't love living with his mother, but he wasn't a teenager anymore and definitely wanted his own space. Finding a house just a few blocks from his childhood home, though it was a bit run down, it showed a lot of potential and it took him no time at all to begin to fix it up. With him starting his own contractor business, he knew his own home needed to be something that could be used as a sample of his work. Lucas chose a Dark Modern Style with hints of the towns southern charm. Dark Hard wood floors and black walls with white Counters and Furniture to match. 

๐Ÿ“๐”น๐•–๐•๐••๐•’๐•ž

09/26/2020 01:32 PM 

What's in a name?

What's in a name. Trigger Warnings: Implications of bullying? Lilith or Lily?What do you prefer to go by?A question that seemed to bother me immensely, what did I look like to you?When I was born, my mother, or from what I can imagine named me Lilith. She said she wanted to be a strong independent woman. Just like the Bible stories.Though my name scared the younger children, and if were were being honest, it scared me too. They said I would be a demon -- someone to be frightened by, to be feared. And I almost let it consume me. The fear in their eyes, it was something I started to crave.Until I met a boy, he didn't like the name. He called me creepy, a freak, and at a young age - I believed him. It was the first heart break I'd deal with, many more to come.Lily.It was sweet and simple, like the flower. Delicate, something you didn't want to break or damage. Just like a girl, right?I wanted nothing more than to be a flower, a petal. Sweet and endearing, having people never want to hurt me. You wouldn't pick a flower would you?Pull off my petals? But it didn't feel right, hearing my name being spoken out by people who I adored, by people who I wanted to be feared by.Was I forever stuck in this limbo.Until someone called me Lilith.with a look in their eyes with adoration and fear.They were the reason I began to grasp the name Lilith. I took it in my palms.You gave me the light in my name - - the light in my eyes.Any time you whispered it. Gasped it. Shouted it. Moaned it. I realized my name was powerful because it was coming from you.

๐˜ฝ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™™ ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ

09/26/2020 01:28 PM 

The More You Know.

Written September 24th, 2020 || Out of Character || This sort of update is long overdue. I'm so exhausted, on many levels, that I've been putting this off. That alone should be enough to summarize where I'm at creatively and mentally. I will keep things as short and sweet as humanly possible, whilst covering all the main points of focus. Firstly, I will be scrapping almost all of my storylines on my OWES list, with a few short exceptions: Heredis, Nyctophilia and Knee-Klaus. Secondly, I will be putting a LIMIT on the amount of stories I will write. I have to learn to accept the harsh reality that I cannot write all of the stories I wish I could. I simply cannot. I am only human, and I struggle enough with writing, as is. I will continue to add other roleplayers to banter with across stream, discord or comments, and so I can support them via reposts whenever necessary. Those whom I was discussing things with over the summer, I apologize. I must drop our storylines. There are a few people whom I've recently entered a discussion with whom I intend to write with: Modus Operandi, Petals For Armor, Moonshine and Reinette. THIRDLY, whilst I fully intend to write, do be aware that I suffer immensely from depression, severe anxiety and ADHD. I am almost always in a perpetual state of war in my mind, battling these mental obstacles, on top of dealing with what is in front of me, in real life. I am also easily drained by social interactions, which is why my presence can be very sporadic and inconsistent. I have to take long periods of solitude to myself. All of this, and I'm still (presently) trying to scrape together my ability to muse and write, so that I can begin to pick up where my storylines have left off (whilst others are waiting to begin). I simply wanted to take the time to explain to all of you, that even though I'm answering questionnaires and dancing across stream, I want everyone to understand, I am trying to rediscover Klaus' voice and build up the creativity, muse and inspiration to write again. It's been a slow process, but each day I can sense Klaus stirring more and more inside of me. I am sorry to those who were eager to write with me in a story, who now find themselves unable to do so. I sincerely hope that those who are affected by this can find entertainmaint through my stream banters and shared writing, character studies, etc. Thank you all for your undying love, support and compassion.

๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ

09/26/2020 01:04 PM 

love note day

My love,It's hard for me to sit here and try to think of things I want to say or haven’t yet told you. We both know I am gawd awful at expressing how I feel without just spilling it all out. We are the farthest thing from perfect but rather you see it, you are perfect for me and you’re more than perfect for our daughter. I never once planned on falling in love with you or breaking your rules. I never planned to hurt you, to deny how I feel or have a child with you. While I regret hurting you and hiding my feeling, I don’t regret breaking your rules, falling in love, or beanie. Truth is I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else and I’d be a huge liar if I said I didn’t one day hope to try us again. Label or no label I am and always have been yours and that is why I have always said I never cared about the label. At the end of the day for me, it’s always been you…Who do I want to cuddle with at the end of a long day or when I’m in pain, you. Who do I turn to when my world falls apart or when I’ve been scared, you? Who do I want to see the world and travel with… ALWAYS you. I have tried countless times to move on or hide my feelings and somehow you manage to make me fall in love with you all over again. I am not going to lie when I tell you I’m terrified but excited to move in and to have a child with you. You have come so far from the man I first fell in love with back in Madison and I never want to be a reason you aren’t happy, not again, because happy looks amazing on you.No matter what the future holds for you and I Cameron… I will always be here, even if I’m not the one by your side in the future… well in that way, anyways. I know already you will be a fantastic father because of the way you are with her now... The little things you do or say to my bump gives me a little glimpse into how you will be as a father and gives me that reassurance that you will be there for her no matter what. I am so damn madly in love with you Cameron James Fulton and if I ever needed too id scream it to the world. I have so much more I could say or re say seeing as how you have heard most of it time and time again but for now, I’m going to shut up seeing as how I’ve probably embarrassed myself enough for one day. Thank you for showing me what it’s like to truly be loved and how to love someone that I hope to never lose. I may not be the best roommate but I will promise to feed you at least.                                                       Love always,               Harlow Noelle Du Bois  

๐–“๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™ ๐–•๐–—๐–”๐–œ๐–‘๐–Š๐–—

09/26/2020 12:40 PM 

ั•ะผฯƒะบฮต ฯƒะธ ั‚ะฝฮต ฯ‰ฮฑั‚ฮตั

This is the house Mia had spent most of her life. After, arriving back to South Park, she was about to convince her father, Adriano to let her remodel the house.It may have taken a while for the remodeling to be complete, but it was worth it. Her only goal was to make this feel like 'home.' Each room is different from the other. The dining room and the kitchen were her two favorite rooms. After living in a big city, the house gave her a southern vibe. In the garage, she had her 1967 Chevy Imapa and in her backyard, she has a goat castle. Her five goats are Cherry, Eddie, Billy, Bon, and Freddie. There was even a duck named Daisy. Those were her babies, and she could never imagine her life anywhere else.

๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“๐’พ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“Ž

09/25/2020 09:30 PM 

Double The Trouble

Twins: Two unique souls united by birth.   Sisters by chance, best friends by choice.๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“๐’พ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“Ž & Chloe Decker 

Fฦฮ›ๅฐบ ลคะฝฦ ฮ›ะฆฦ“ะฆๅฐบฦฯค

09/25/2020 05:25 PM 

My adventures outside wizarding world

My life in Gotham1) I happen to be on civil terms with Batzy and will not disclose facts I know about him. Let's just say Harley and Joker. Besides  Joker will likely get miffed with me if I expose what I know of Batzy.2) Regarding the Rogues gallery of Batman and his fellow heroes these 12 are who I respect.   1) Joker is my adopted uncle2) Harley is my bestfriend adopted aunt and son Reggie's Godmother.3) I may have a girl crush on Posion Ivy4) Wonder woman is awesome, I kinda wish my mum was like her.5) Killer Crock is cool, if only Fenirir Greyback was as insightful as him.6) Commissioner Gordon is what I think cousin Sirius would be as a muggle.7) Catwoman is cool but not like Harley and Ivy.8) Riddler would be a good mentor,  if I wasn't shy I'd talk to him.9) The Batfamily are what I wish my family was like and I respect all.10) Green Latern, John Stewart is as badass as Kingsley Shacklebolt11) The Penguin seems like a cool chap12) Superman is interesting but kind of scares me3) I have a few businesses in Gotham,  a few homes, and allow my son Regarding to attend Gotham Academy. This is when I am staying in Gotham or America in general, I will travel elsewhere but Gotham City makes me feel normal.Life in Liones Britannia1)Well seeing as I learned how to love thanks to my husband Gowther the goat sin of Lust and Commandment of Selflessness.  I see this realm as a secondary home after Gotham City. Not to mention that his comrades are a good influence on me so I don't become like my parents.2) I'm a healer, apprentice of Lady Merlin the sin of gluttony who is a rather interesting master. I also work as a waitress at the Boar Hat along side Lady Elizabeth and Diane. I am friends with the fairy King Harlequin or King he's my son's godfather.3) The 10 people of Liones that are dear peers and ones that I respect as family are1) Gowther my husband,  he managed to save my life teach me to feel normal, and give me happiness.2) Harlequin,  or King the Fairy King and sin of Sloth, the godfather of my son Reggie.   This is one of the few men who have managed to gain my trust. He can look squishy and adorable or big and fluffy big. I see King as my big brother as he's why I like to trust others.3) Lady Merlin the sin of Gluttony who took me on as her apprentice seeing as I have talent.  I honestly see her like a mother figure. I love that she's strict as heck but assures me I am nothing like her former apprentice Vivian or as f***ed up as my mother.4) Diane,  the awesome Giantess who helped me figure out how to love myself flaws and all. She's one of my few bestfriends seeing as she knows the pain of bieng an outcast among a powerful family.5) Sir Meliodas, the sin of Wrath  the pervert amuses me and I know he's devoted to his love Princess Elizabeth. He's my boss as he runs the Boar Hat. I admit he's one of the few perverts I like. Hell he is less annoying than Uncle Lucy.6) Ban the sin of Greed, this man is as savage as can be. He loves to fight is bloody immortal and devoted to his beloved Elaine. I admit that it is fun watching him interact with King and Sir Meliodas. I suspect he has issues with Gowther but I don't mind. Ban is another adopted big brother who teaches me how to fight to look after those who I cherish.7) Slader, he's a rather interesting Holy Knight who has great respect for my husband Gowther and sees Lady Merlin as a sister.  Slader is incredibly patient sees me as one that is innocent and a perfect match for Gowther.  He's why I asked Lady Merlin to take me on as an apprentice.8) Hawk the Rust Knight and Captain of the Order of scraps disposal.  Hawk is a talking pig who is a badass and Mama's boy, his mum is where the Boar Hat rests. Hawk finds me as Gowther's beloved and helps me not sweat the small things.  He's got a big heart and is loyal to all his peers. I admit he influenced me to be a mother. 9) Princess Elizabeth , I honestly can't believe a ditz and noble woman like Elizabeth helped me embrace bieng part of a legacy that is complex. She's a princess but rather be a waitress and healer. I honestly don't understand what she sees in a pervert like Meliodas. I see her as another sister that helps me feel normal.10) Escanor he's the Lion sin of Pride , master of the Sun and seen as a cursed child, he's a prince but decided to become the person he is disregarding his status. By day he's a freaking awesome God like Adonis, by night he's a frail barkeep.  I am amused by his skills as a cheesy poet, epic fighting skills,  and ability to find the perfect drink for people.  Escanor is devoted to Lady Merlin and will do anything to make her happy. Escanor is like an uncle and I will protect this cinnamon roll,  even if he's able to kick assLife elsewhereAnywhere else I go I tend to be an entrepreneur, mercenary,  and Healer.  I will travel and assist others as long as they earn my trust.  I may seem indifferent but truth be told my life was sheltered until I was 14 and I honestly am caring and talented but I am painfully shy and fear my parents sins will taint my life.I  will say that I made allies but never know who to trust, I am a bit of a sociopath who's chaotic neutral,  I honestly don't understand why people can't trust both heroes and villains. I welcome all allies even if they are foes of others that I trust.

Roxy.

09/23/2020 01:17 PM 

This Or That Task.

1.) October or November: October.2.) Pumpkin spice or Salted caramel: Pumpkin Spice3.) Cardigans or Scarves: Cardigans4.) Corn maze or Hayride: Hayride5.) Pumpkin pie or Apple pie: Apple Pie6.) Duck boots or Ugg boots: Ugg Boots7.) Halloween or Thanksgiving: Halloween8.) Pumpkin reeses or Candy corn: Pumpkin Reeses9.) Carve pumpkin or Leaf pile: Carve Pumpkin10.) Caramel apples or S'mores: Caramel Apples11.) Outside or Inside: Outside12.) Breakfast date or Dinner date: Dinner Date13.) Bonfires & books or Candles & Warm bath: Bonfires and Books14.) Spooky mood or Cozy mood: Spooky Mood15.) Sweaters or Blankets: Blankets16.) Cold days or Rainy days: Cold Days,17.) Coffee or Hot chocolate: Hot Chocolate18.) Walk through the woods or Explore the city: Explore the city19.) Autumn or Winter: Autumn20.) Daydreamer or Night thinker: Night Thinker21.) Jumping on crispy leaves or Jumping on rain puddles: Jumping on crispy leaves22.) Scary movie or Haunted house: Haunted House23.) Soup or Chili:Chili24.) Pumpkin patch or Apple orchard: Pumpkin Patch25.) Bake pie or Bake cookies: Bake Cookies26.) Red leaves or Orange Leaves: Orange Leaves27.) Indoor decor or Outdoor decor: Outdoor Decor28.) Sit by the fire or Take a scenic drive: Sit by the fire29.) Hocus Pocus or Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown: Hocus Pocus30.) Sweet or Salty: Sweet

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