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Symbiote Chapter 3"So what'd you guys do today?" Parker asked his fourteen-year-old cousin Steven.
The two of them were hanging out up in Steven's "room," while everybody else was outside for a small picnic. The thirty-one-year-old Tobey Maguire lookalike had wanted to talk with his favorite cousin alone, since the last time he had dropped by two years ago.
"Nothing much, really." Steven shrugged. "We just hung around and played with Cotton Candy."
"That all?" Parker asked again, a bit let down by the answer he got. "You didn't do anything exciting like go on an adventure or play games?"
"Well..." Steven started remembering what he and the other Gemlings had done earlier. "Topaz wanted to play with some red slime she found in Tanzanite's room..."
The Tobey Maguire lookalike's eyes widened with fascination and he leaned forward a bit. "Red slime?"
"Yeah, red slime." There was a slight pause after that. "And it actually moves! You should see it, Parker! You should see how it moves!"
"I don't know, kiddo."
Symbiote Chapter 2Now with the red slime out of its bubble, fourteen-year-old Steven and the other three Gemlings had to figure out what on Earth they were going to do with it. While this mysterious red goop- or whatever this thing was meant to be -was pretty to look at, it didn't seem to do much. Well, okay, it ciliated around much like a slug would do but that seemed to be it.
Touching it seemed to be a no-go because they couldn't be certain whether they'd be able to provoke it or not; plus, given the fact that they weren't really supposed to be inside Tanzanite's room in the first place for whatever reason, they weren't about to tell her what they'd done.
"So now what?" Steven asked while staring at the red slime.
"Well, we can't just stand here and do nothing!" Aquamarine snapped. "Why do you think Topi wanted to come here, huh?"
"You've got a point..."
"Sure I do."
"...but I still don't know. I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Aw, c'mon, Steven! You're kidding me-"
But before Aquamarine could say
Gem of Constant SorrowIn constant sorrow all through his days...
I am the Gem of constant sorrow.
I've seen trouble all my days.
I bid farewell to old Beach City,
The place I was born to protect.
The place he was born to protect.
For twelve long years, I've been in trouble.
No pleasures here on Earth I found.
For in this world, I'm bound to struggle.
I have no other friends to help me now.
He has no other friends to help him now.
It's fare thee well, my old true lover.
I never expect to see you again,
For I'm bound to ride that chariot of death.
Perhaps I'll die upon this ride to hell.
Perhaps he'll die upon this ride to hell.
You can bury me in some deep old wasteland
For many years where I may lay.
Then you may learn to live in peace
While I am sleeping in my grave.
While he is sleeping in his grave.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a monster.
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given.
I'll meet you again on God's golden steps.
He'll meet you again on God's golden steps.
Symbiote Chapter 1All seemed well in Beach City since Zoisite was defeated two years ago. Steven and the Crystal Gems went on with their lives, as did the other townspeople in this anything-but-banal Californian landmark. Well, it was only anything but banal because the town was regularly targeted by all sorts of Crystal monsters and Eldritch Abominations, including the arachnid cycloptic Centipeedles. Thus, it was "awarded" its reputation as a disaster magnet and a rather damn scary one at that.
It was pouring outside today, so there weren't any adventures to be had. Therefore, boredom ensued for the younger Gems Steven, Orange Topaz, Aquamarine, and Fluorite.
"So what do you suppose we should do?" Fluorite asked in her usual Joisey accent.
"I can't think of anything right now." Aquamarine answered. "Ask me again later."
Fluorite sighed as she and the other three Gems stared out the window in Steven's "room." It was a real shame the weather had to go and dampen things like this, but the young and petit
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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