Party Animal asked:


i heard on the radio that this mother had to send his son blankets?

CC!!! asked:


We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability? It was in the air; and it was still in the air, an afterthought, as we tried to sleep, in the army cots that had been set up in rows, with spaces between so we could not talk. We Had flannelette sheets, like children’s and army-issued blankets, old ones, that still said U.S. We folded our clothes neatly and laid them on the stools at the ends of the beds. The lights were turned down but not out. Aunt Sara and Aunt Elizabeth patrolled; they had electric cattle prods slung on thongs from their leather belts.

Elle Pure asked:


I just woke up from a dream.. there wasn’t 1 thing good in it!

I wasn’t actually a body in the dream, i was there but not physically.
But the weird thing is i had a friend that was talking to me and i was talking in the dream,
but the way the dream took place there were parts where i was watching from the side.

So there was this driver, he was aggressive and not careful and we were about to enter “road 6″
and me and my friend were sitting in a back seat of a mini van – like car, with other kids that had no interaction with us. we were afraid to enter the road.
Suddenly, it switched to a small truck that had boxes in his trunk , and the other kids were sitting next to them while the driver was driving crazy, but my friend in the dream was hanging on the cage built around the truck.. on the roof, that was so scary!
Later on, i was looking down at her at a bed, it looked like a hospital, but she was wrapped in thousands of needles and she was looking at her bloody hand and she was in so much pain.
I looked her and while i was on the phone, i said “Yea, The Army Hurt Her Alot” .
It was so scary the way she was wrapped in so many needles .. like a blanket she was roled in!

Robert asked:


My very close female friend has been seeing this major jerk. This guy claims to be a Daoism but still follow Buddhist teaching closely. As a Christian, this kinda bother me, but I figured she’d be smart enough to avoid going down that way. But I feel like she’s losing her faith and going down that path!
This guy she’s seeing have served 11 years in the army, he was in some kind of psychology special force before he eventually got into ranger and serve most of his combat time in ranger until he got out a year ago. This is supposed to be very against Buddhist teaching.
Also he have a lot of tattoos, they contrast eachother. For example he has a Buddhist wheel and a yin yang tattoo along with Bushido in kanji. Then he has a tattoo of ace of spade and ranger stuff and other one of a demon. On his back, he have a tattoo of some kind of monkey man that he claimed to get in traditional way and is suppose to give him special power. Those kind of thing contrast eachother and I can’t see how those could be ok with Buddhism.
He also works as a contractor in middle east and claim he pretty much serve as a body guard. Again… he basically is profiting off war and probably killing people.
This guy also isn’t nice or friendly. He is polite for most part, but I get a cruel, ruthless, and cold vibe from him. He also shows almost no emotion at all! Once when we were at a party, there was a huge spider coming onto blanket, he wasted no time to snatch it and let it go so it doesn’t have to be killed. I tried to ask him why he would feel okay with serving in the military and killing people but not the spider. He just shrugs and says I wouldn’t understand and he didn’t even seem to care about what he did in the military!
Then I found out today that he’s taking my friend to Thailand to visit Buddhist temple and so she can get a tattoo with special spell done in traditional way!
How do I get my friend to see this guy is full of crap and hypocrite?

OldBones asked:


I have my grandfather’s army trunk from WWI. My daughter is planning on doing an extra credit project for school using the trunk. She wants to fill with the things he would have had in it and then explain why those items would have been needed. I suggested an army blanket, shoe shine kit, dog tags, photo of his sweetheart, stationary for writing back home. What other items would you suggest?

s asked:


I have a 7 month old and really don’t know what she should be doing? She is sitting by herself, army crawling for the last month, feeding herself puffs and cheerios, plays with toys, although she seems to be getting bored with them, smiles, laughs, squeals, babbles mama, reaches for me when I say up and seems like a typical baby. However, I was reading some online articles on baby milestones and they said that she should enjoy imitating my ****** expressions like sticking out her tongue, but she hasn’t done this since she was a newborn. Is that something they grow out of or should she be doing it regularly? Also, one of the articles said that she should play patty cake and peek a boo. She will take off a small blanket if I put it over her face and say peek a boo, but she doesn’t do it herself, nor does she put her hands up to play patty cake. It seems kind of early for that but I guess I don’t know. Any information would be helpful. Thanks.

Jaye asked:


My fiance and I just broke up a few days ago. Horrible break up . I broke up with him after 5 days of him being a **** while he was home on leave from the Army.
He’s coming by today or tomorrow to get his stuff at my house and then leaving to go across the country to where he’s based. I’m so in love with him and I don’t want this to end… what can I do when he comes over to pull him back?
I was thinking opening the door wearing **** lingerie but I have a feeling that will just degrade me and make me look like a desperate loon…. I was thinking about writing him a letter and tucking it into the blanket he gave me? any suggestions? This is my last chance, I may never see him again

♔ ƒυтυяє ηєυяσ-тяαυмα ѕυяgєση ♔ asked:


I’m writing this story, and I was wondering if I had a chance at publishing it. I know there are grammatical errors, and what not. My dad has published some books (and no, they aren’t self-published), and he would help me. Anyway, here’s part of my story.

I sat on the small bed in my prison room. There was no way I could sleep; no possible way. I could hear the screams of people being tortured. The days had gone on, and I had yet to even be hit. Maybe I was lucky, but I doubted that. No princess that’s lucky would be sitting in a small cell. My dad, the King, had been murdered, my oldest sisters was murdered, my mother had been sold as a slave, and my other sister had killed herself.
Of course, my older sister, Willow, had killed herself long before this horrible war had begun. Everyone knew she was depressed, and sending her off to marry a foreign prince must have been too much for her.
A man from the room next to me cleared his throat, signaling me over. Shakily, I stood up, pushing my long brunette braid back, and went over to the window. “Yes,” I whispered.
The old man grunted. “They’re sending someone for you. I believe it’s the Prince. You know the one. Dunno know why, though.”
I didn’t know either. Hell, I didn’t know anything. None of the guards ever spoke to me; not even when they brought in my one meal a day. “Thank you for the information.” I went back over to my bed, thinking about what the man had just said. Why would the ignorant, stupid, prince want me? I had nothing to offer him. I was as good as an orphan, and I didn’t have a penny to my name.
I heard the sound of military boots from the hallway. The large boots making a thud on the cold, stone floor. Keys jangled, and the door to my room was pushed open. A young man stood there in the doorframe. He couldn’t have been more than 17. “I-I’m Ares,” he mumbled, looking down at his shoes. I didn’t get up from my bed; I didn’t have the energy, but I was dying to know why he was here. “I came to get you; to bring you back to the palace. You probably want to pack up all your personal things now.”
I frowned. “First of all, Ares, I don’t take orders. Secondly, why should I go to your palace? Thirdly–”
“I’m very sorry, Calista-Jade, I didn’t mean to upset you. My father has arrangements for you there. I’m not sure why he wants you, really.”
“I never finished,” I growled. More than anything, I hated to be interrupted. “Seeing as though your army took most of my things, I only have a picture of my family. Did you know that they took my shoes and my coat? Also, don’t call me Calista-Jade. Call me CJ.”
Ares looked slightly horrified. “I told them not to take any of your stuff. You have been getting your three meals a day, right?”
“Too bad they didn’t listen to you. Do I look like I’ve been getting my three meals?” I half growled, half shouted, gesturing to my stick thin body. “I’ve been pretty damn lucky to get one.” I snatched my painting of my family from under the bed, “I’m ready, but I don’t have any shoes.” Normally, I would have toughed it out and had fun stomping through the mud. Today, though, I was in a rather contrary mood.
“Of course,” Ares said, picking me up off the ground and carrying me out. I didn’t want to be carried, and I tried to wiggle away, but his grip was too tight. Finally, we made it to the carriage that was waiting for us. “When we get to the house, you can shower. My mother picked out a nice gown for you to wear. Oh, and, please, don’t comment on my sister, okay?”
I covered my self with a blanket that was folded on the seat next to me. “What’s wrong with your sister?”
“She has some type of disease that makes her lose a lot of weight. It upsets her when people stare at her.”
Thanks for all the feedback so far. I just wanted to add something concerning the time. This book actually takes place thousands of years in the future, and we’ve lost most of out technology, but we still have lighting and running water.

Thanks

asked:


I am selling things from children’s hair bows, bow holders, Military wooden signs “home is where the army sends us”, Deployment flag signs, I also have some tag blankets made for infants to chew on. Im about to decorate some diaper wipe cases…Just mainly military and baby/girl items.

TIMOTHY SHAUN asked:


Fayn drew his bow to shoot the deer. She was beautiful, he thought, lovely in her wild, graceful way; her slender brown body, delicate legs, and erect head. So sad to kill such a lovely creation, perfectly crafted for speed and agility. Fayn let the arrow fly to the doe’s chest, and watched it hit her brown body, watched her sleek body fall to the leaf-strewn forest floor. He left the tree he was hiding behind to collect his kill. Before he picked it up to carry it to his encampment, he withdrew the arrow from the doe’s chest. Wrinkling his nose at the sickly-sweet smell of blood, he wiped the arrow on the dew-soaked grass and tucked it in to his quiver. He carried the carcass through the wood, following the landmarks; a small stream, a big oak tree, a falcon nest in a laurel, to his camp. His camp was a medium-sized clearing circled with aspen and rowan trees in which he had made a fire pit encircled with stones and cleared away fallen leaves. ‘Ah, home!’ He thought, rather cheerlessly. After setting the dead doe down he gathered wood to start a fire. He set the collection of branches inside the circle of stones then rubbed a scrap of steel and flint together till a spark caught the dry sticks and a fire blazed from the logs, bringing life to the once-dead pit.
He set to work skinning and gutting the deer, a gruesome process, not one he enjoyed doing. He skinned it first, and then removed the entrails, which was by far the worst part. He burned them in the fire, glad to get rid of the bloody mess. The meat portion of the deer he separated into strips with his knife and cooked for further days.
Fayn had lived in The Lonely Wood since he was about eleven years old. Beyond The Lonely Wood, he knew, was Dastek, a province of three in the continent Daem. He knew this, but he had not been to Dastek since The Fall five years ago, when he was eleven. Once in Daem each province had its own capital, its own king. In Tirian, the province above Dastek, the king was a greedy tyrant. As some men tend to be, he was not happy just ruling Tirian, he wanted Dastek and Sarinis. For years he had schemed and gathered an army; and after two years he found his chance to strike. He hit hard and fast in a troubling time, the Dastek and Sarinis army had no chance. The king of Tirian captured the nobles, and ruled the three provinces, three now one. Fayn had left with several others into the forest, for none wanted to live in the rule of the Tirian king.
Fayn lay in his makeshift bed pondering these things. Many nights he had wondered what became of his country, his family. Once he almost ventured past the forest, but changed his mind before he left it. Life was, to be short, boring-wake, eat, hunt, eat, and sleep. Fayn pulled his blanket over his body and drifted to sleep.
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Seylen kicked her horse into a trot; he was a fine horse, a bay stallion of five. Seylen urged him into a canter down the gravel path behind The Palace that led through the dreary garden. Gray and black flowers sprouted from lifeless gray dust, the trees were leafless and deformed. Her father, King Tryen, seemed to enjoy the live deadness of it. Seylen had never understood her father. He was the ruler of Daem, and he had been the ruler of Tirian, but had been power-hungry and overtook the other two provinces.
Dude?man? sorry, but its rather funny.
YES I IMAGINED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!