How do I get a sound clip in my post to go along with my art? :3 It's a youtube clip but I just need the sound. You know, how the little play button pops up under the picture.
I wanted to ask this, not to be in any way selfish or to post more unrelated topics, but just as a general survey from what you guys know about me.
I'm starting to wonder if the kind of person I am can be described a certain way, or if I'm simply too unique (weird) to be put into any kind of category. I find that we as human beings like to lump ourselves into various 'titles' depending on our interests, but I'm having a very difficult time trying to find any kind of clique or description of myself that incorporates all (or most) of my interests. So I wanted to ask you to look at some of the things that define me and tell me if I fall into any kind of category or description.
- I'm straight, but have no interest in physical bodies (sometimes described as 'asexual'). I'd rather get to know someone for their personality than stare at their body.
- I have a broad taste for music, and like pretty much everything including classic rock, folk/pagan metal, country, native flute, and reggae.
- I have an appreciation for art and try to support artists when I can afford to.
- I prefer to support local businesses rather than big superstores
- I am a blood donor, and also try to donate to charities when I can
- I enjoy flavorful food and like to try exotic things if I think it sounds good. I have especially become an avid tea drinker and also love eating sushi.
- I love nature and animals, and am often awestruck by landscapes.
She was just a fawn when her father died. Ever since she had a tough fawnhood. Sometimes she felt like drowning herself in the pond, so she could see her father again. Other times she would sit on a hill, and look at the stars, wishing her father could be right there, telling her the story of the stars.
"Every time someone dies, there is a new star in the sky. But some deer never make it to the stars. They can only become a star when their business is finished." He would say. And she would listen to her father's stories, looking at the night sky, dreaming of becoming a star one day.
Well...they didn't even know how her father died in the first place. Voice and her mother heard a fawn coming. It was her brother. "Dad is dead!" He blurted out. He showed them his dead body and they grieved.
Soon Voice grew up, but she still missed her father terribly. But something didn't seem quite right, and she could not find out what it was until she was looking at the night sky one night. The stars shone... but Voice... for some reason... she knew one of them was not her father. She was trying to find his star all night, but not one star was her father's. Then she remembered his story. Voice knew that if a deer died without his business finished, he would not become a star, so her father must of had some unfinished business. Maybe it was his death.... His death! How did he really die? Perhaps he was... murdered! Voice knew that if she wanted her father to become a star, she had to find his murderer.
Every day Voice became more suspicious of her father's death. When she asked her mother about it, all she said was, "It was just a fawnhood story. Your father safe in heaven right now, and besides, your father was so sweet. Who would of ever killed him?" Then she asked her brother. All he said was, "That was the past, and we should all focus on the present." and walked away.
; peach