What are you doing right now?

[EndOfTheEarth]

Besides posting on here and replying to this thread. Original credit for this goes back to Fate and Nathan on MX.

[Hannah]

Well it prevents me from walking up and down stairs in my normal fashion, but it's totally avoidable by locking my knee.

But in volleyball I kind of need to be able to run and bend my knee. Oh, and by the way, it started before I ever started playing volleyball.

[nathan_p]

Hmm.

Yeah, I would say ice or heating-pad it if it helps, and generally do what you can to reduce the pain.

[EndOfTheEarth]

You guessing muscular or synovial? If it's a missing or damaged anterior ligament, it would explain why she'd have to lock her leg.

[nathan_p]

That would make sense. I'm biased by personal experience, though.

[Hannah]

But that makes no sense because (you're talking in medical language) I went to a chiropractor and they said I am physically incapable of locking my knee.

[EndOfTheEarth]

Then it's a missing posterior ligament...either way, this reeks of joint issues.

[Hannah]

Right. 'Cause my knee is a joint, and its having issues. That I can understand.

[Nighthawk]

Want to paint something.....

Can't think of anything to paint...

Yeesh. I hate art block. >.<'

[Dual]

She is a book on a tall, wide, bookshelf.
Surrounded by darkness, but with so much potential
For it to grow and tell people about itself
A masterpiece, a triumph, the one quintessential

Expert in what it’s an expert in, in what it be
Not in what people want, but that doesn’t matter
For it is what it is; well, that’s what I see.
My hopes in this book I won’t let you shatter

A book without words, say you their leader,
That’s what you say, but I must contend.
What is a book without just one reader
I’ll be its reader, to make my amends.

You say that it’s worthless, a pile of kindling
Meant to be burnt to fuel the fire of books.
But about the words inside you know not anything,
Know not for you refuse to take just one look.

Though it may not look much, all controversial and strange
I see a light in it greater than any fire.
For my sins, I’m called a madman, deranged!
But I’ll burn before you put it on your pyre.

You have your Rowlings, your Pattersons, your Meyers!
I’ll just have it, for it’s greater than them all.
Keep your damn books, for mine shall rise higher!
My ragged and worthless books are my houses walls.

…Now you’ve burned her. You monsters. You demons.
Well, burn me next, for I’m just as bad.
As I burn, don’t forget, I was a free man.
You’re all weaklings, slaves, plain sad.

I’m burning now. It hurts now. It’s hot.
My creativity burned away, intellectual rot.
This is an outrage, but I shall care not.
You’ve destroyed everything for which I’ve sought.

[Contradiction]

...Woah.

*likelikelike*

[Nighthawk]

...I love this. So. Freaking. Much. <3

[nathan_p]

Realized that I've accidentally designed a breed of working / military dog. To describe the background of one fictional dog.

Goddammit.