Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)
"Can I help you?" You held your pen up, ready to take the young man's order.
He jumped, looking up. Electric blue eyes looked up at you from under a head of blonde hair, dark roots showing.
"Can I take your order?" You asked again.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry." Sweet Jesus that accent was glorious. You tried not to stare as the man ran a hand through his hair, smiling up at you. "Could I have a decaf coffee and some pie please?"
Oh shit, you were so screwed.
"What kind would you like?"
"What would you recommend?" He asked, still with that incredible smile on his face.
"Um," it took you a second to remember what it was you were supposed to be doing. "The- the apple turnovers are amazing. They aren't technically pies, but they're worth it."
"Alright." His smile grew. "I'll have one of those please."
"Yeah," you stammered. "I'll be right back with that."
"Thank you beautiful."
You felt your face burst into flames and you hurried into the kitchen, praying he didn
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you.Feel like shit? Read this. 2 weeks 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
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 Plot3 weeks 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
Male!Esmeralda/Reader-Purity Amongst Outcasts 1/2Male!Esmeralda/Reader-Purity Amongst Outcasts 1/23 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
Male♂Esmeralda/Reader - Purity Amongst Outcasts
(Esmeralda - Esmeraldo)
(This story may contain sensitive material in it. Just for the warning.)
The world was wild, full of wicked sin and vice everywhere you turned, there were always liars, cheaters, debauchees, murderers, all of them hell-bound sinners all the same everywhere you looked. There on this Earth purity was missing and the world remained full of unruly vile evil corruption. Purity was nowhere to be seen within this tainted world as the hand of sin left nothing untouched, but he was desperate enough to cling onto to what he called purity and claimed it as his own and his alone. You were his purity, you were untouched by the world's sinful infliction and literally godsend, or so that is what he believed. This man was known as Judge Claude Frollo and he believed he had been gifted by God and his angels for his good works a girl wh
Loving Those Who Overthink or Are DepressedLoving Those Who Overthink, Are Depressed, or Hate ThemselvesLoving Those Who Overthink or Are Depressed2 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
7 Tips For Writing Post-Apocalyptic Fiction7 Tips For Writing Post-Apocalyptic Fiction7 Tips For Writing Post-Apocalyptic Fiction1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Genres” – Section 11 “Post-apocalyptic”
With Links to Supplementary Material
In recent history, there has been a surge of interest in stories surrounding the post-apocalyptic world, and it makes sense. Not only does the genre play off of many our fears of societal destruction, but it also create some pretty spectacular and brutal worlds, where we seen the depths of human resolve and emotions. However, movies and books in the genre (not all, but most) have begun to all share the same flavor—when there are so many fresh ways in which one could approach this genre.
Tip 1: There are many different types of Apocalypse.
Zombies, nuclear war, sentient robots, prophesied religious events, extraterrestrials, floods, disease, famine, killer plan
Dependency [Yandere!Mikasa x Insane!Reader]Dependency [Yandere!Mikasa x Insane!Reader]3 weeks ago in Horror More Like This
Your eyes peel open. In, out, your breaths come in deep and slow. You hold your arms, protecting yourself from the frigid air. Your heart flutters, a little at a time, fighting to keep your body stable.
Your mind reels. Everything you once recognized, your memories, your coherent thoughts, everything meshes together into a blur of nothingness.
Nothing left to cling to.
The moan of door hinges, the creak of a wooden floor, the click of heels as she approached your bed, wires groan as her weight settles into the bed. Your heart quickens from delight at the clean smell radiating from her.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” her voice is no louder than the coo of a dove.
A handle, gentle and soft, smooth down matted locks.
“Did you miss me?” she inquires with a tilt of her head.
Licking your cracked lips and swallowing, you nod.
She carefully takes you by the forearm. She pulls you from your downy pillow and takes a minute to scrutinize you with stormy eyes.
You fail to re
Nerd!Marco x Male!Reader | One shot | HighSchoolAUNerd!Marco x Male!Reader | One shot | HighSchoolAU1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anime/Fandom: Attack on Titan/Shingeki No Kyojin
Nerd!Marco x Male!Reader
High School AU
Warnings: Bad language.
Marco let out a quiet sigh as he hugged a large folder to his chest, eyes deeply focused on the item in his arms in order to make sure that he did not drop it, and as a result, let his entire year of English work escape the confinements of the hardback folder and onto the floor. Eyebrows narrowed as he carefully pulled it more tightly into his chest - so hard that it was beginning to dig into his ribs, but he didn't particularly care. As long as this massive assignment was safe, a few bruised ribs didn't matter.
It wasn't much further now. The teacher's office was just around the corner, and the relief of a homework-free weekend was ever so close. 'I hope this at least gets me a B,' he thought, clinking his teeth together, tongue lightly running across the side of his silver braces. 'Mom
Kickball (Peter Parker X Reader)Kickball (Peter Parker X Reader)1 month ago in Romance More Like This
Author’s Note: Takes place sometime when both Peter and the reader are in high school (after Peter becomes Spider-Man though). Gwen just kind of doesn’t exist, or if she does, they’re just friends.
“I hate kickball.” You murmured, your words barely audible as you buried your head in Peter’s chest.
“Me too.” He said comfortingly, rubbing your back before pushing you in front of him. “C’mon, kiddo, you got this.” He smiled encouragingly, flashing you a thumbs up.
“You’re like two months older than me, you can’t call me kiddo!” You argued before turning your attention to the ball.
The over achiever in your gym class rolled the ball towards you and you kicked it with the side of your foot, watching it sail into the air. It landed right in someone’s arms, and you cheered slightly (you didn’t have to run, score!), before turning around to go to the end of the line.
You, somehow (seriously, y
A Study of KissesiA Study of Kisses1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
we chase each other
around the playground
round and round and round
i catch him
and then the game
goes on like this.
around the back of ict
is when she kisses me
twelve and eleven
a taste of heaven
we laugh it off.
in an alley way
towards the end
of the day
he kisses me
i kiss him
he asks if we’ll see
each other again
and i say maybe
when i mean no.
on a train
in the rain
and it tastes like
and i can just tell
it will not end
she sees i am hurt
and she wraps me up
in the harsh sting of
and it is above
anything i could ever
and she is my one regret.
who she is
i don’t know
and i don’t care
she’s just there
and it’s three am
on a london street
and we kiss
and i don’t know who she is
but i don’t care.
a final verse
on the kissing curse
i am drunk
and wanting to die
and then her hand
is on my thigh
and we kiss
and it will ne
BeastI dream of wolves every night.Beast2 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
Memories of the Equestrian Wolf - Chapter OneMemories of the Equestrian Wolf - Chapter One3 weeks ago in Drama More Like This
If I am to tell you my story, I think it is important for you to know that I was not always the Teacher, or Doctor that I am today. In fact, helping ponies with their everyday problems in this office has been a fairly recent change in my life. Before then, I had traveled the world with a Dragon. And before that, I had spent all of my time reading books without knowing what I was looking for. And before then...well, even I don’t know all of the details. My...memory of such times is...fragmented. Some memories are clear, others are in a fog. But that’s probably because I was a very different sort of creature then. I did not wear clothes. I did not speak words. I didn’t even walk on two legs. In fact, at the time, I didn't even comprehend such things. I was just like any other wolf.
My earliest memories should have been happy. After all, it is only natural for wolf pups to be born in the spring, and spend their youth enjoying their first summer. Or so I've heard. I did n
Then Telioni!Δεν Τελειώνει!Then Telioni!2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Δεν τελειώνει η καταιγίδα,
Με χτυπά, με μαστιγώνει!
Δεν τελειώνει ο χειμώνας,
Κι ο τυφώνας με σαρώνει!
Δεν τελειώνει η ερημιά μου,
This is for the bloodshot eyes and helpless wrathThis is for the person I was:This is for the bloodshot eyes and helpless wrath2 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
You're web-work of copper wire haphazardly fused together in forms of meltdowns and panic attacks; you're a war cry of an infinite loop of marching, hurling, dying soldier and for the love of god, you're the bitter aftertaste between a reckless blend of gin and tequila. You'll hurl and gag and choke and your throat will feel like you just retched on ashes and gnawed on graveyard dirt. Even so, you're brass knuckles and you're iron helm, you're canon fire and you're battle spear, you're to spit fire and strangle death because you had always been capable of chugging down a god damn Avalanche down your throat so why can't you now?
Your mum will tell you that you're a dying language wrestling, firing, killing your apocalyptic heart for shrinking shrinking shrinking; for surreptitiously slipping drugs onto your fingertips as though
how to write better poetry.i.how to write better poetry.4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
drink down the words
of the greats in a wine glass.
hell, drink down the words
of teenagers struggling
to straighten out the
gas and brake pedals
of their pens.
drink it all,
carefully structured stanzas
and sloppy melting words
make time for it
even if it's midnight
and all the world is humming
its sleep song.
dig up your soul
and shake down the dirt
over and over
until it becomes habit.
(and I know that might
sound like a pretty metaphor,
but it's easier said than done.)
do it when it hurts.
do it when that one person
you never thought you'd lose
leaves you nightcrawling.
do it when you're so tired
you speak in natural riddles,
do it mentally at morning coffee
and grocery checkouts.
force it until it feels
after all, no one is born a poet;
we carve ourselves fresh,
make art from our own
find a springtime kid
with the kind of smile
that causes shipwrecks.
he will warn you to stay away,
but you will
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 anymore2 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
Saving the Alpha (Owen Grady x Raptor!Reader) WARNING! THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FILM, JURASSIC WORLD! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN CAUTION AND DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU BECAUSE AS FROM ABOVE, AGAIN, THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FILM, JURASSIC WORLD!Saving the Alpha (Owen Grady x Raptor!Reader)1 week ago in General Fiction More Like This
If any of you are wondering why I'm doing this...it's for the fun of it. I've seen the movie and I praise it for being very good and original. I recommend it to you if any of you are interested in seeing it. Plus, who doesn't want to see our galaxy hero turned into a dinosaur trainer (if you know what I mean...) Again, I'm just doing this for the fun of it. I had some trouble naming this as to the film's plot but I hope many of you enjoy it!
Pic is not owned by me! http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/crux/2015/06/14/how-to-train-your-velociraptor-jurassic-world-style/ I couldn't get a good one&