Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you.Feel like shit? Read this. 1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment.
You are awesome. No, really, you are.
You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now.
Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too.
Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less.
It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do.
If you have no friends, I ca
Here's to those who are hurting You're not poison ivy and you're not crushed mimosa, you're not a history of screwed ups and let downs, you're not choked hazard with nothing else to give. You're not his or hers or theirs to be tugged and pulled around by their selfish and egocentric whims and your future is certainly not on their leash. You don't combust into flames and extinguish into ashes on the click of their fingers, so breathe and relax. You don't owe anyone anything and you certainly are not their definition of damaged cassette tapes.Here's to those who are hurting4 days ago in Philosophical More Like This
Tell anyone who had ever told you that you're not gritted teeth and clenched fist to screw off because you had been inhaling vile smoke and your lungs are turning black and your kidneys are rebelling into cement and stones and you are in the middle of pitfalls and booby traps and all you have are wrong wrong wrong advices that made you cry until your bones f
affectionate | brother!kise ryouta x readeraffectionate | brother!kise ryouta x reader6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: I have something for you guys to enjoy in the description~
'[Name]cchi. . .'
Your right eye twitched. 'No. Go away.'
Kise was following you around the gym, looking like a kicked puppy. Since the start of basketball practice, he had been complaining about not getting enough love from his younger sister, you, and no matter how many times you tell him that you love him, he would always ask you for a kiss on the cheek to prove it.
You "politely" declined, of course.
By drop kicking him.
As if you were going to do something embarrassing like that in public.
'[Name]cchi, please?' he implored as he trailed behind you. You sighed.
You were the manager of Kaijo's basketball team. After some relentless begging from the copycat himself, you caved in and had agreed to become his team's manager. You swore that he did this on purpose just so he could spend more time with you, not that you minded. It's just. . . Kise has some serious issues. . .
'Ryo-nii, I alre
Writing Tips: Ideas/Ideas To PlotTo a professional writer, artist, painter, programmer, whatever, what is the value of a good idea? And for simplicity's sake, let's give it a monetary value. How much money would you pay for one good idea? How much money should you pay for one good idea? The answer? Nothing. An idea on its own is worthless. I could give you one-hundred ideas for a dollar and you're still being ripped off. And yes, immediately I'll say that's why no one who is working on a game or movie or whatever needs a dedicated "idea guy." If you're looking to be that person, I have an idea myself: get a skill that can actually contribute bringing that idea to life.Writing Tips: Ideas/Ideas To Plot1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Why is that? Well... for starters, ideas are the byproduct of functions you do every day. Paying for an idea is like paying for someone else's carbon dioxide. Also, to top that off, any idea that anyone else comes up with is free for you to use. You don't need to worry about even the strictest copyright system in the world, because no one would p
Loving Those Who Overthink or Are DepressedLoving Those Who Overthink, Are Depressed, or Hate ThemselvesLoving Those Who Overthink or Are Depressed3 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
(Or a Guide to Handling Your Cupcake)
1) No matter how many times it's necessary, argue. Every time they vent about how hideous, worthless, or moronic they think they are, fight it. Day in and day out, no matter how much they don't believe you, they still want to hear it. They need it, but they won't ask for it.
Maybe once and a while you don't want to start a full on debate. Simply tell them, if they don't tell you, that you don't want to fight again. Just tell them they already know you think they are amazing and move on to talk about more pleasant things.
2) Try not to leave them upset. Chances are, if they are already upset, it'll just get worse once you leave. If you care enough, they will be smiling before they can stop themselves. It's a five minute effort, but the cheerfulness will stay much longer than that.
3) Don't lie about your own problems. If they are reminded other people have issues to
Sebastian x Baby Reader: Her Butler, TendingSebastian x Baby Reader: Her Butler, Tending3 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian x Baby Reader: Her Butler, Tending
It had been three days and (F/n) Phantomhive hadn’t stopped crying. The seven month old little girl was usually a very happy baby, but with a nasty fever and ear-ache, she was now absolutely miserable.
Ciel and Lizzy, her worn out parents, had tried everything they could think of to soothe their child, but nothing was working. The Doctor who had visited on the first day of her fever, had stated that other than making her comfortable there was nothing to be done but wait. So the Phantomhive Household had waited . . . and waited . . . and waited . . . Until finally on the third evening, when no one in the household had still been able to get proper rest, all had reached their limits.
“Why won’t she cease that infernal howling,” Ciel asked, grumbling through a large yawn as he watched an equally fatigued Elizabeth jounce the flushed and crying tyke.
What Type of Writer Are You?What Type of Writer Are You?What Type of Writer Are You?3 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 1 “Self-identification”
With Links to Supplementary Material
While there are still a few topics in the genre section that I need more time to think about and research, I feel the need to take a break from it and move on to another section of major importance—Types of Writers. There are many types of writers—each separated by their motivation for writing. It is important to know what writing groups you fall into, so that you know your strengths, weaknesses, and can devise strategies so that your motivation can meet with your medium in order to create the best possible story. Today, I'm going to list the types that I will be later discussing, as well as giving readers the chance for input, in case I forget any of them.
Thank You Phineas and FerbThank You Phineas and Ferb1 month ago in Editorial More Like This
I was still a college student back in 2007. After coming home from college I was watching T.V., surfing through the channels until while I came across an ad on Disney Channel for a show called Phineas and Ferb which at the time, was gonna air a pilot of the show after High School Musical 2. I saw an ad for it and immediately I thought, “This show looks like it’s gonna suck” so I decided not to see it and ended up missing the pilot because it didn’t look that good.
Fast forward to February of 2008, I was doing some homework for college and I decided to watch T.V. while doing my homework. Later on, I heard a song on the TV and it was a good song. No I take it back it was a great song. I looked at the T.V. and it was the song that I later found out was called, “E.V.I.L.B.O.Y.S” and it was from an episode of Phineas and Ferb. Later on, I would find out that the episode was called “Jerk de Soleil” which in a way was the first episode of Phinea
Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time I opened my eyes, I saw my father. When I reached out for him, my joints squeaked and creaked and my arms jittered.
That was his first word to me.
He took off his glasses and left the room cleaning them. That left me alone, in the dark, listening to spiders clicking and clacking inside my head. They frightened me. I wanted my father.
When I tried to move my legs, I found that I had none. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I used my arms and my fingers to drag my body across the floor, until I met the door. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I broke the door and passed through.
I heard running steps above me. Then the steps ran down the stairs. My father appeared. He saw me and staggered back.
“Hmm,” I said. “Hmm. Hmm.”
My father approached me and I reached out for him. We both jittered.
He swung a wrench at me and all the spiders stopped.
VeneerI was walking home late at night after leaving the bar when all of a sudden I heard laughter. I stopped walking to make sure I wasn’t just losing my mind. I began to hear heavy breathing followed by more laughter. I turned around quickly to see who was behind me and to my worst fears it wasn’t anything human. The tall dark figure was around 7 feet tall with a burnt mask covering its non-existent face. The eyes of the mask felt as if it were looking into my soul while the psychotic smile taunted me. I quickly turned back around and ran for my life. As I was running I could hear it whispering things, things I couldn’t understand. I yelled to it, begging it to leave me alone but it just kept chasing me. I screamed for help but no one seemed to hear me, it was as if time itself had stopped so no one could interfere. As I was running down the streets there were never any other people or cars passing by to help. It laughed again, and I began to hear more whispers echoing doVeneer1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FrancexReader: Le lapin et le loup (fluffy angst)“Mm.”FrancexReader: Le lapin et le loup (fluffy angst)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Francis rolled over in the bed and opened his eyes to find her face only a few millimeters from his. And even in his half-asleep haze, his first thought was: si belle. With the noon light streaming through her lacy curtains, lighting up the room, she looked luminous—almost as though fireflies were dancing on her skin. Her pink lips were parted just slightly, letting out small puffs of air as she breathed slowly, still in a deep slumber.
It was a Saturday afternoon, the perfect time to laze around and bask in the warm summer weather. They’d had plans today, he recalled, to have a picnic at the park, but he felt no desire to move from his comfortable position, nor any desire to disturb her sleep.
An irrepressible smile bloomed across his face as he continued to gaze at her. God, he was so, so in love. It almost felt crazy—silly, like he was a grade-schooler with a crush. On instinct, he leaned in and brushed his lips against her forehead, linger
BeastI dream of wolves every night.Beast3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are times when I simply watch them race through cold, shrouded forests. When I stretch out a trembling hand and silently beg one of them to place their muzzle against my fingers so that I may feel true strength with my own skin. When my heart pounds louder than a summer storm as they sprint together in one pack, their breaths stirring together in savage harmony. When I long to run alongside them, my soul more free than I could ever possibly imagine.
And then there are times where I am one of them. I can taste the crisp moonlight on my tongue as my paws kick up half-frozen mud; I can smell the fervor of the pack as we hunt, a scent so rich that the first time I experienced it, I felt as if I would go mad. I can hear everything from the exhaling of the wolf bounding beside me to the scrambling of a squirrel desperate to flee as it scampers up a tree fifteen feet away. The darkness of the night is just a pale curtain when I have the eyes of the
Slice of Life - ReviewSlice of Life - Review1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
As usual with my reviews, it will contain spoilers. Those of you who have not watched the latest episode yet, you have been warned.
The basic premise of this episode is that, while Twilight and her friends do battle with a dangerous monster, the rest of the citizens of Ponyville prepare themselves for a wedding.
Now, before I get into the actually episode itself and what I thought of it, let me just take a moment to say how incredible that we've reached this point in the series. I mean it's a real landmark for it, one hundred episodes. All those years ago, when I first started watching this show, and thus the point when I started making regular reviews for it, I never once suspected that it would last as long as it did. Oh, I certainly liked it, and felt that it was worth writing about, but I figured at the time that it would last two, maybe three seasons at most. Thankfully, that was not the case, and this show has simply gone from strength to strength, proving everyone, including mys
GokiburiGokiburi1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
***Background information: These characters are all a result of a roleplay, so there is some explaining to do. Jigokuhi is the leader of the Kamiryu, a Japanese gang of demons. There is a link to his appearance in the description. Karakarume is the second in command. Jigokuhi also only has one full arm, and one half arm. One of his eyes is artificial but he can use it to sense heat.
“地獄火、裏切り者つかまれた。”[Jigokuhi, I caught the traitor.]
Jigokuhi turned, looked towards the door. He was sitting on top of his desk, sharpening his katana. Karakarume entered, leading someone else; a badly injured demon with wide white eyes and black and white bat wings. The demon had a lot of claw marks on him, possibly from Karakarume, and his wings, hands, and mouth were b
what to say when you can't say i love you anymoreyour eyes were always soft, even whenwhat to say when you can't say i love you anymore3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
your voice went hard. for a while,
i treated you like a god and i’m
not saying that i worshipped you,
but i let you hold my hands
and i told you all the sins i carried
in their grooves.
i have since been told that they were never
your burden to bear,
but that doesn’t stop me from aching for you
every time i catch myself thinking
about how it would feel to kiss the girl
two doors down. it’s been a while
since i’ve confessed and i’m not sure
i remember how. the thing is,
i don’t feel that guilty anymore.
the thing is, holding hands is only
ten fingers away from letting go
and we got so good at toeing the line of the cliff
that when you finally jumped, i forgot
i was supposed to follow.
i swear i thought i could keep you floating.
i swear i didn’t mean to let the water
into your mouth. sometimes i wish
i could kiss you dry again but i know
that’s not how this thing works, that’s
not the way
The white eyed princess vs. the sky maiden part 1The white eyed princess vs. the sky maiden part 12 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a relatively quiet day in the otherwise bustling Sakura Express train station.
Many unassuming figures would come in and out on their way to and from the comfortable
little town known simply as Magnolia.
The otherwise peaceful setting was ironically home to perhaps the loudest and most destructive guild in all of the kingdom of Fiore.
Known by the moniker of Fairy Tail.
It was at this time that the youngest and sweetest member of the guild could be seen exiting the train.
The tiny blue haired lass held her hair in front of her face as her white furred feline companion floated her slowly off the ground and if one looked carefully. They could see tell tale swirly marks on her otherwise lovely brown eyes.
"Honestly child, I don't know what to do with you sometimes. I am very proud of you for taking on your first "technically" solo mission. But really, what made you think it would be a good idea to gorge yourself on a bag full of sweets right before departing on the train?"
Character Themes TemplateHow to use this template:Character Themes Template1 month ago in Profiles More Like This
This template is not designed to tell you a character’s hair colour, eye colour, shoe size, or how they like their eggs. It is for the process of applying the core themes and elements of your narrative to your character's development, and visa versa. Not all fields need to be filled in for every character. Use your own discretion to determine which ones are relevant. You may find that you do not have all the answers at the beginning, but they fall in place as you further develop your story.
The examples given are very basic responses, and are just there to give you an idea of what kind of content you can include. Ideally you would have multiple aspects for each field.
Core Relationships and Nature of the relationship:
Mother - strong single-parent to child bond.
Overall theme created by these relationships:
importance of family ties
A Morbid EpiphanyWaking up on a coroner's slab is an ordinary experience for me. Though it generally happens before the autopsy. Not that I mind having a few extra scars, but I dislike jolting upright with a scalpel lodged in my sternum. You should see how fast coroners collapse after watching me rise from the dead.A Morbid Epiphany5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This one puts the number at 157. Times I've died, I mean. Don't ask me how it started, because I have no idea. The first time it happened I almost had a heart attack and died again. Ha.
Anyway, I go through what I had come to call the "Zombie Routine." I make sure that my body is still intact, flexing my fingers, moving stiff joints, and stretching out muscles. Apart from the initial incision made by the medical examiner, everything seems unscathed, but as I make my way through the checklist, I notice something is missing - the pinky toe of my right foot is gone.
The sensation of wiggling all but a missing appendage is a strange one. Shuddering, I swing my legs onto the floor, clutch