Unusual Tattoos

I need some cool names for a pet…?

I’m getting a Blue Tongued Skink in a couple of days from a breeder, and I’m almost certain it’s a female. I want some naming ideas, since I’m kind of stuck. I want something unusual, something you wouldn’t hear a pet being called everyday.

So far I’ve come up with: Gauge, Novacaine (call it Nova for short if it turns out to be definitely female, Caine if a boy), Misery (Stephen King novel), Azura, Smurfette, Tattoo, Rogue, or Isabella (not Izzie or Bella, both too common pet names).

What do you think of this? Can you guys give me any other suggestions that I might like? I don’t mind anything feminine as long as it sounds beautiful. I’ll take anything decent sounding into consideration.

Is this story a good FF? Is it Lime of Fluff?

As I was walking toward Miss Honda, I realized that something was off. That stupid cat was all over her, as usual, but something wasn’t quite right. There seemed to be a sand storm approaching…that was more than unusual. We lived nowhere near a desert. Then I realized it wasn’t a sand storm. There was a man walking towards us and he was surrounded by sand. Finally he got close enough to be within earshot, and he started to speak.
“I apologize for the sand. My gourd is broken. Do you mind if I stay here for a moment to fix it?” He asked in a dark, enchanting voice. Absolutely mesmerized by his beauty I nodded.
“Hai, you may.” He smiled and sat down to fix the large gourd. He had red hair and jade-green eyes. He had a tattoo of the Kana for “love” on his forehead just above one of his eyes.
“What’s your name?” I asked timidly, fully aware that I was blushing.
“Subaku-no-Gaara. And you are?”
“Yuki Sohma. I’m very pleased to meet you, Gaara. Would you like to stay for dinner? You seem like you could use some rest.”
“Sure, I have been traveling for a while. Thank you.”
“So, where you from?” I asked sitting down beside him.
“Sunagakure. I’m not supposed to be here, I was upset though so I left Suna to walk the countryside. I must get back soon…it was foolish of me to have left my village unattended.”
“Are you important to the village? Like a guard or something?” Gaara laughed.
“I’m the Kazekage.” My eyes widened, I was sitting next to one of the 5 great Kage. I bowed to him.
“My apologies. I didn’t realize-”
“No, it’s nice being treated like a normal person.” I blushed deeply, and I noticed he was blushing too.
“Hey, Rat. Who’s you’re friend?” Kyo asked walking over with Tohru.
“I’m Subaku-no-Gaara.”
“Who?”
“Gaara Of The Sand.” He repeated.
“Saying it in English doesn’t help.” God Kyo truly is a stupid cat. I thought to myself.
“The 5th Kazekage.” I said glaring at him. Tohru bowed, as she was supposed to. Kyo remained indifferent.
“Whatever.” He walked away.
“Please forgive him.” Tohru said with a small smile.
“It’s fine.” Gaara seemed to have sad eyes…and I felt a strange need to fix that.
“He’s joining us for dinner, Honda-San.” Her eyes got very bright.
“Wonderful! What would you like, Lord Kazekage?”
“Anything is fine, and please, call me Gaara.”
“Yes sir, dinner will be out soon, Lor- I mean Gaara!” She called from behind her, walking into the house to get dinner ready.
This Yuki…he was being so kind to me…even before he new I was Kazekage. Why? I wanted to find out. Yuki was quite a beautiful boy…his hair was silver, along with his rather large, feminine eyes. He looked at me with such genuine interest…I was beginning to wonder if he was flirting with me. Yuki’s eyes were lonely, something that was often said about my own eyes. I had never dated anyone before, and I thought maybe if Yuki was as lonely as me…he might actually save me from myself.
“Yuki-San?”
“Hai, Gaara-Sama?”
“Why are your eyes so sad?”
“My family is cursed. Each of my family members is possessed by the vengeful spirit of an animal from the Chinese Zodiac. Whenever one of us becomes weak or is hugged by a member of the opposite sex, we change into our zodiac animal. I‘ve never had many friends, for the fear of them finding out.” I felt sorry for Yuki.
“I’m sorry, Yuki-San.” He smiled.
“It’s not your fault…you know Gaara-Sama, you have sad eyes too. Is there a story behind that?”
“Hai, I suppose there is. Before my birth, my father ordered Lady Chiyo to seal the One-Tailed Shukaku within me, in hopes that I would become the ultimate weapon for Sunagakure. Because a human sacrifice was needed, my mother, Karura, was used. Before she died, she cursed Sunagakure, hoping I would avenge her death. I was trained by my father, but raised mainly by my maternal uncle, Yashamaru.
Because of the power of Shukaku, the villagers of Suna hated and feared me, seeing me only for the monster sealed within me. For a time, Yashamaru seemed to be the only person who cared about me. Because of the danger I imposed, my father began sending assassins to kill me, though when all attempts were met with failure, the Kazekage requested Yashamaru to kill me. As a result, Yashamaru tried to assassinate me, only to fail just as those before him. I dealt a lethal blow to him. But when I realized that it was Yashamaru, I was horrified, and screamed, before bursting into tears. Although I tried to dismiss Yashamaru’s attack as an order of the Kazekage, Yashamaru corrected me, by saying that he had willingly accepted the mission. Having never truly loved me, Yashamaru hoped that killing me would avenge the death of his sister, who had named me after the phrase “a self-loving carnage”. I grew up with no one to love me…up until these last couple for years, I’d never had a single friend.” I explained with much difficulty. Much to my shock, Yuki was crying.
oops, i forgot to up in here a disclaimer that says when it goes into Gaara’s POV, when it says This Yuki…that is when it goes into Gaara’s POV, sorry. and there is more to this than waht is posted, Yuki runs off with Gaara.

Huckleberry Finn questions?

1. In order to make civilized life more tolerable, Huck would?
a. occasionally sneak a smoke in the cellar
b. wear his old clothes to school
c. play hooky or sleep in the woods once in a while

2. Huck shows how practical and perceptive he is by
a. giving all of his money plus interest to Judge Thatcher so his pap
can’t get it.
b. recognizing pap’s bootprint and tracking him to the cabin.
c. giving Widow Douglas the $150 in interest for keeping him.

3. Jim and Huck escape drowning on the disintegrating riverboat by
a. making a quick getaway on their raft.
b. taking the skiff that the robbers intend to use
c. hailing a passing boat.

4. Jim’s hiding place in the woods is safe because
a. it’s so well hidden by densely growing trees.
b. local superstition keeps people away from the spot.
c. it is surrounded by water so dogs can’t track him there.

5. The arrival of the real Wilks brothers doesn’t solve any problems
because…
a. the deaf and dumb brother who had written the letters has a
broken arm, and the men’s luggage is missing.
b. everyone is so completely taken in by the frauds
c. all four men know about the tattoo.

6. Helping Jim escape…
a. is difficult because of a night watchman.
b.could have been easy, but tom wants to make it complicated and
romantic.
c. is hampered when the servants notice unusual activity around
Jim’s hut.

Thanks!!!

Can somebody help me with my music selection please?

Ok so Im gonna have a party this saturday, its for these ppl that are gonna get married…so im gonna put music thats like relaxing and slow while ppl are arriving and while they are eating
its gonna be like 3 hours until the REAL party starts with all the dancing and stuff, can you help me add more songs…i cant think of any more, i need like slow music or relaxing music, jazz and stuff like that would be great..
this is the playlist so far…its enough for 2 hours and 16 minutes..:
“Somewhere over the rainbow” – Iz
“I’m alive” – Celine Dion
“My heart will go on” – Celine Dion
“Pour que tu m’aimes encore” – Celine Dion
“Taking Chances” – Celine Dion
“Because you loved me” – Celine Dion
“The power of love” – Celine Dion
“All the way” – Celine Dion and Frank Sinatra
“To love you more” – Celine Dion
“Homeless” – Leona Lewis
“Fallin’ ” – Alicia Keys
“I’m yours” – Jason Mraz
“Don’t worry be happy” – Bobby McFerrin
“Red red wine” – UB40
“For you I will” – Monica
“Linger” – The Cranberries
“Lost without u” – Robin Thicke
“At last” – Celine Dion
“One sweet day” – Mariah Carey and Boys || men
“Here I am” – Leona Lewis
“Bleeding Love” – Leona Lewis
“Tattoo” – Jordan Sparks
“No me ames” – Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony
“More than words” – Frankie J
“And I” – Ciara
“If I ain’t got you” – Alicia Keys
“Come fly with me” – Frank Sinatra
“Fly me to the moon” – Frank Sinatra
“It’s not unusual” – Tom Jones
“Havana” – Kenny G
“The way you look tonight” – Michael Buble
“Can’t help falling in love” – Michael Buble
“What a wonderful world” – Louis Armstrong

i know…a lot but can you help me please! ive been working on this for 2 weeks already and this is all i can come up with im open to anything thats soft and relax type, jazz, jason mraz, matt white…stuff like that…if u know what i mean

Did the Prophet’s in the Bible prophesy about people that go to the extreme to disfigure their body?

Take for instance like these “Body Modifiers”. Tattoo covering 90% of their body. Too many body piercing and mutilating piercing on the earlobes. Piercing and splitting of their tongue (to look like a serpent tongue). Objects placed under the skin to cause small bumps on their forehead to look like a demons horn starting to form. The worst of the worst……. branding their skin with a 1000 degree hot iron. Çausing the skin to just melt off and then leaving a horrific scar in the shape of whatever design they want. Why do people want to modify their body like that? Don’t they care what other people will think of them? They have to live like that for the rest of their life! A popularity growing here in America with American’s!
If you need to know they showed it on the Discovery Channel. The feature was Taboo (unusual practices).

Experiencing horrible nausea after piercings?

I just got a job at a tattoo parlor, and since I get the services for free, I decided to help out a new piercer by being her guinea pig tonight. I have six previous piercings (ears and lip) and have never had any problems with them. I got my nose and bellybutton done tonight and they did not hurt and were done correctly, and I was fine for at least 6 hours after the piercings – but I went to bed at 2 am and woke up at 5 am in a cold sweat with the inevitable feeling of needing to throw up.
I was dizzy and lightheaded and in a lot of stomach pain for about a half hour as I was throwing up, and the piercings are basically the only thing I can account the nausea with (I didn’t eat anything unusual).
Typically, I do not have a weak stomach – I’m not affected by the sight of blood, I have a very high pain tolerance – but recently, I have been throwing up when I eat sushi and other normal things I used to enjoy. The difference is that it has never been this painful and this intense, but more like an upset stomach… maybe I’m slowly turning into someone who can’t handle certain foods? And the piercings just put me over the edge somehow?
Sorry for the novel, but I’m very shaky and don’t know what to do. I’ve never been in this much internal pain, please help!
I am a female and I know I am definitely not pregnant, as I am 20 and a virgin. I used to be able to eat sushi no problem for years, but the last four times I had it (at different places), I have felt sick. Can you suddenly become allergic to certain things or did I just have really bad luck four times in a row with food poisoning?

Please tell me what you think of my story?

“Katie, don’t worry. Just rest,” my mother tried to sooth me with calming words, but her face told of her own distress. I nodded to her as if I could actually stop worrying just like that. She smiled with her lips, but her eyes were dead. I rested my head on my palm and closed my eyes. This whole year has been hard for our family, especially my grandfather, who now lay in the hospital bed in front of me. He was diagnosed with diabetes on New Year’s Day of last year, and just this morning had had a heart attack.
The clock struck noon as the steady beeps of the machine monitoring his heart beat tattooed on. I prayed with all my heart and soul that they wouldn’t stop. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and the thought of the silence of the machine and his very life. I shuddered involuntarily and let the beeps lull me to sleep.
I was now in a pitch black room. I was startled by the sudden brightness of a spotlight showcasing my grandfather. I must have been dreaming, for he was standing but ten feet from me, pale and nervous. I didn’t mind this only being a dream that would pass within moments and was just happy to be with him because I didn’t know how many more moments we would have to share. Another being stepped into the light, but it seemed to have a glow all its own. I couldn’t make out its face, but in its presence I felt an unusual calm sweep over me, a sense of peace. It must be an angel, I thought.
“Luther,” the angel spoke, breaking the silence of the shadows, “Why do you stand before me?”
My grandfather shifted uncomfortably from his right foot to his left.
“I-I-I do not know,” he replied uncertainly, his voice trembling.
“Do you think you can fool me, Luther? You know well the reason you are here. You have had diabetes for a year now and yet your diet has changed none. You have refused to accept the condition, but, Luther; it is not your choice. You have hidden your struggles from your family and you did such a great job concealing it from them, you started to believe your own lies. ‘I am fine,’ I have heard you tell yourself, ‘This one cupcake won’t hurt me,’ but that one food changed into a whole line of bad choices. This, Luther, is why you are here.” the angel recited firmly, but with an edge of compassion. My grandfather seemed at his breaking point as I heard him inhale deeply.
“Yes,” he confessed, “It is all true,” he looked at his shoes ashamed. After a few moments of uneasy silence, he asked, “Oh, must this be the end?” As he said this, he looked up into the angel’s face.
“Luther,” the angel spoke softly, “There are too many people on earth that would miss you if I were to take you back with me. Yes, you have made some very awful decisions, but I cannot let you leave this behind just yet. Brother, I cannot punish your family for this. They have suffered already so greatly that I fear if I were to take you, their own lives would fall apart. You are a very special man, Luther, to have so many compassionate people in your life,” I smiled with disbelief as the angel told my grandfather he could come back to his life.
“But, angel, I do not understand,” my grandfather rebutted. I stared at him annoyed. Had the angel not told him he could live? Why did he want so desperately to die? “If it is my time to go, then let it be so. I cannot take my soul back down to earth if He wants it to join Him in Heaven. Oh, angel, I will see them again in His Kingdom, you know this. Why will you send me back if only to devastate them later. Surely, this time’s grief will be enough for them to endure,” he stared into the angel’s face pleadingly. I called silently to the angel, begging for him to be with us again.
“Luther, I know you hate the grief you cause them, but I assure you that the joy your saved life brings will overcome it greatly. Brother, they love you and would give up their own lives to save yours. In fact, right now Katie is calling out to me to save you,” the angel turned his blurred face in my direction and I could feel his gaze. My grandfather, startled, turned to see what the angel saw, but right before I made eye contact with him, I awoke. I had a tear running down my face as I realized my time with my grandfather and the angel was over. I was ready to break out in sobs just as my mother stood with excitement, hope written on face.
“Katie!” she called, “Come!” she smiled widely from ear to ear as I approached my grandfather’s bedside. He was stirring and a moment later his blue eyes looked into my own. I embraced him, as did my mother and a nurse came rushing in. He broke into a smile as he took in the sight of my mother and me, the sight of life itself. I knew by the way he took it all in that the dream had been so much more. My grandfather had been at death’s door, his guardian angel at his side, but he was not done with his time on earth. The way he looked at me was the only reassurance I needed.
“Oh, Katie,” he said silently, “Thank you. I’m alive”