Surface (Chapter 2)
ideals were all well and good, but sometimes they had to make concessions to reality or even to other ideals, she'd told herself.
Bishop - Kreet 66
Paintings that appeared to be mirrors of ideal worlds beyond the subjects. and from every decorative panel... gold. the two kobolds had stopped just inside the door, looking around them.
Circles: a retrospective review
So the story strikes an odd balance, teetering between idealism and naivety. i ultimately end up feeling that the story is more on the idealism side.
"The Thin Line," Part GG
For what i wanted to do, this was not ideal. aethelwulf indicated that he could make up staff-slings very easily, as he had done so since he was a puppy.
Section 16
"granted it isn't the most ideal place but, it's the only place they won't search. the lab complex you and i were reborn at, like i said not the most ideal place." i said. luna scowled at me just for mention that hell hole then brought up this point.
Fur Becomes Us - Prologue
But what happens when those two ideals clash? armageddon.
Tales of Unova, Elemental Extremities
Beware: they are a shady bunch with high level pokémon and with sick ideals towards pokémon. they seek to gain as much money and power as possible. there is no job that they are unwilling to do.
A Bronze Rising: Blizzard
It wasn't an ideal solution. but the ideal solution for me would be if the baron and his entourage simply left and let me be about my business. "i suppose it is a simple, if inelegant solution." i said. "it's worth talking about.
A Poem.
Different ideals, different views. a window to peer through. a swing to sit on. the world turns, and so do we.
I Applied for a Delivery Job and Got Turned Into a Flying Reindeer?! Chapter Three
Our ideal applicant will see the value in providing each and every toilet they service with a bare handed, deep-porcelain massage as they scrub away the grime and muck. rubber gloves are prohibited.
a whispering dark
#1 of poem fate a poem please comment when light as died.when time as lied.were do are lifes take there stand. for the darkness i hear tells of death ideal.
Path.
I thought again once more of what they had wanted, a stereotypical ideal, 'the dream life'. until i realised that it wasn't about what they wanted. so i drew my own path, stood, and walked.