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Art tade with lugialuvr5801-WIR!Wreck-it Ralph and Vanellope Von Schweetz
Warrior Cat!Ralph & Warrior kitten!Vanellope (AKA Sweetpaw)
Ralph, a medium sized red cat, was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by something small yet heavy jumping on him with an 'oof' sound.
With a groggy sigh Ralph rolled over making the other on top of him move to avoid being crushed and instead face him as they plopped on his belly.
"Is it that time already?" He yawned as the other just glared slightly.
"Come on Stink-brain! Get up! Get up!" the other, began to cheer jumping up and down on his belly making him grumble in slight pain and loss of breath.
"All right! Get off me!" Ralph growled. The other leaped off unfazed.
"Come on-hurry up!" The other chirped and ran out of Ralph's badger sized cave. Sometimes Ralph's tantrum came in handy when fending off others. However there was one thing he could never chase off. And honestly, he didn't ever want to.
And that was his little apprentice Sweetpaw. She was a loner like
Reason for the season-Santas lost storyChristmas! warning-religious/spiritual
The true forgotten story of Chris Kringle.
This is a story about a man named Chris.
Chris was born that of a rich Christian family. After his parents passing it was within his heart that God had put there to give his wreath to those less fortunate than him.
He would give out bags of gold, and toys to kids.
Every year on Dec. 24 he would give within his heart--for God for gave man the best gift of all...and so Chris gave his best as a testamentary to the world for Jesus.
But man took this image of a good God loving, giving man, and turned him into something he is not.
Now he takes the place of Christmas within the hearts of many children, and the truth of the real reason for Christmas is lost.
No man wants to be turned into something he is not, so why do we do it to Santa?
Stony-Saw mommy kiss Santa Claws
Pairings: Steve/always a female Tony! (Toni)
Title: Saw Mommy kissing Santa Claws
Bucky ran down the stairs excited. He had heard Santa's bells on the roof and couldn't sleep any longer.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the jolly old man, he hoped from bed and went to the stairs.
But as he started to run down, he stopped noticing mommy was still awake.
His eyes then grew wide as he saw Santa Claws enter the room where she was and lend down to kiss her.
Santa looked a bit diffident from what he was told. He had short blond hair sticking out of his Santa hat-and he had a nice build. Not at all like the fat round belly he had been told about by daddy.
Mommy was wrapping her arms around Santa's neck, pulling him in for another kiss.
Bucky wanted to cry-he had seen enough. Running back up stairs he looked for his daddy-but he wasn't home. He was sadly use to this-daddy was Captain America after all. He had a world to save. Even on Christmas Eve.
Mommy was cheating dadd
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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