you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
How to Comment on dA1. LOL Subjective If you don't like something, even if the person put time, effort, and thought into it, it isn't art. To further assert this truth, be sure to go to the person's deviation and/or main page to tell them that you think their work isn't art because you don't like it.How to Comment on dA4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Hydra Stuck in an argument? Feel like you're losing or the other person is making points that are too logical for you to even attempt to debate against just fucking silly to you? Re-jump into the same argument using a double account. Two heads are better than one, right? So two accounts must make your side all the more valid. If you can make an account where no one can guess that it's yours, all the more bonus points for you and your craftiness at hiding yourself on the internet. If you're -that- clever online, you must surely be a master ninja in real life. Additionally, telling the person the same thing using a different account name ensures that they see your side of things more cle
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
100 Theme Challenge100 theme challenge100 Theme Challenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Twisted Identity
4. Heroes and Zeroes
5. Loser Like Me
11. Eternity With You
13. Lullaby and Goodnight
14. Broken Record
19. Double or Nothing
20. To The End
23. Dying Light
24. Playing God
25. Spiders web
32. Toying with Fate
33. So Pretty
36. Off With Their Heads
37. In Wonderland
38. Ravens and Writing Desks
39. Doctors Orders
40. Don't See
41. Don't Speak
42. Don't Hear
46. Creeping Your Way
47. Below The Belt
48. Bite Me
49. Do You Want To Be Me?
50. When I Grow Up
51. Call My Name
55. Kings and Queens
57. Danger Ahead
59. Devil In Disguise
60. Fallen Down
61. Something in the Air
63. Don't Birds Eat Bugs?
How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger,
I hate --I hate --4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.
Frozen Warmth [ Russia x Child!Reader ] 01Russia x Child!ReaderFrozen Warmth [ Russia x Child!Reader ] 012 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was your first thought, staring at the snowy landscape you couldn't help but question if you were gong to live or die. Who knows, maybe it would be the latter and you would live, but you were highly doubting that at the moment.
Curling in on yourself, you tried to hide your face from the cold wind, which seemed to be biting into your skin. Shivering, you could feel your warmth slowly being stolen by the wind, and the snow beneath you.
After all, you're merely wearing a black cloak, and a white dress. There's not much you can do about changing your clothes. Heck you're not even sure where you are .where are you? Where is your home? Was anyone looking for you?
No nobody was looking for you. You felt as helpless as a tiny baby, staring at your small hands, the silver bracelet sliding back and forth on your thin wrist. You looked at the sky; you could see that the snow started to pick up again. The sno
LooLa's 100 Themes List1) BeginningLooLa's 100 Themes List5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
7) The First Time
9) Growing Up
13) Sea Glass
15) Fight or Flight
16) Skeletons in the Closet
17) Six Feet Under
21) Creative Visualization
22) New Growth
23) Flash Flood
25) Where No Man Has Gone Before
27) Over the Moon
28) Thin Ice
34) Night Light
43) Pearly Gates
48) Out of the Blue
49) Home Stretch
52) Time Travel
54) Treasure Map
57) Twenty-Four Hours
58) Abandon Ship
65) City Lights
70) Golden Years
ArtWhy does art need to be perfect?Art4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Why throw rules on how to become a good artist onto us?
Why give us direction on how to do it right?
Why send us to the greatest artists for learning?
Why do we need the best learning to become good artists?
Cant we choose what we want to create, in the way we want to create it?
Our flaws is not a negative barrier.
Our flaws can create new and exiting things.
With our flaws we can create something no one else has created.
Only going for what is and looks natural is one of hundreds of paths.
And its not the only "right" one.
You have the choice to go all the paths.
There shouldnt be just a few to choose from, you make up your own.
Art isnt restricted and neither is your imagination.
Art doesnt need to be perfect to be amazing.
2P!Canada x Child!Reader - Set Fire To The RainAsh burned the skin of her throat, making it hard to breath; the house was burning down in an inferno of flames. In the main dining room a child's body, a female at the age of five, laid, covered in ash, sweat and blood. She is going to die, burn alive... Her parents were nowhere to be seen... outside this burning mass, snow/ash was slowly falling to the ground, coating the concrete in fine layer. "M-Mummy" The young girl's voice choked, gripping onto whatever she could find, which a table cover that draped to the floor, it was somehow untouched by the flames of the fire. Pulling it down, ________ hid under it, maybe it could be the only thing that saved her from dying... Who knows...?2P!Canada x Child!Reader - Set Fire To The Rain2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Holy crap dude!? Canada! Why the hell have you dragged me in here! Its f*cking burning down!" An American accent sounded above the flames. ______ tugged at her dirty (h/c) hair fearfully, suddenly feeling a cord that was wrapped around her neck. A silver whistle was attached to the string... She quickly
I Dare You To Read This [Author x Reader]I Dare You To Read ThisI Dare You To Read This [Author x Reader]7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
[Author x Reader]
I dare you to read this all the way through. You’ll get a prize at the end. I promise. Just read this all the way through. You don’t need to be embarrassed! It’s just you and me here, and I won’t make fun of you – I swear. Trust me, I’m in no position to be doing that.
Can I start?
Okay, I’m going to.
I’m going to start by saying that you are [Full Name]. You are, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You are [Full Name], and there’s not another [Full Name] on anywhere else.
Don’t take that literally.
Of course, there are probably tons of people with the same first name, maybe a handful of people with the same full name. However, those [Full Name] s, are not the same [Full Name] as you. The [Nick Name] – is it alright if I call you that? Or rather the [Preferred Alias] reading this, is different from, may
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.Be a Man4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
30 day theme challenge Each day you draw something related to the following:30 day theme challenge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3. A second chance
23. Night Sky
24. Give up
27. No Way Out
CrayonsLife is like a box of crayons.Crayons7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life.
Some colors get used more than others.
Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important.
Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do.
But, there is always one color left in the box.
It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To add the final border to the coloring board of life.
Some people use it. They color onto other's pictures with it. Sometimes their own.
They use it to scribble out portions of the picture. Sometimes the portion isn't that important.
Sometimes it is.
Sometimes there are multiple blacks in the box when you open it for the day.. Sometimes there's only one, or i
Monsoon [one] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMonsoon [one] Jack Frost and Pitch Black2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack stared out at the barren wasteland of snow and ice and winter’s coldness. His heart ached and felt so much more numbness than it had despite the snow. He thought of the friends he could have had, the time they could have shared together; him, Tooth, North, Bunnymund; the Yeti's, the Elves, even if he'd chosen differently, Pitch, perhaps.
He laughed inwardly at the thought. Chosen differently? The grey skinned man smiling down at him from his dungeon of darkness, full of shadows and Nightmares, where Jack would undoubtedly stay, since the children would fear him, and the Guardian would hate him. He thought of the way the elegant man moved, his shadow carrying him across rooms and worlds like the wind carried Jack. He thought of Pitch’s eyes, the golden-grey of haunted hatred.
Jack frowned. He wondered what it would have been like to be feared. The children would hate him, he thought again. Of course they would. His frown deepe
How To Say GoodbyeDear Unborn Child, Whom I Let Go;How To Say Goodbye3 years ago in Letters More Like This
When I was thirteen and four months old, and you were thirteen years younger, I decided to let you go. You squirmed in opposition beneath my ribcage, up against my pelvis, and I licked my lips and tried to smile while I leaned my forehead on the cool glass of the car, hellbound.
I remember sea weed insertion, dilation, cramps and bleeding. Orange smoothies from Dairy Queen that I threw up, and I hoped you were mingling in the remains of my summer day treat, so I could put this behind me. Pretend I was 'moving on'. I laid in the bathtub of a hotel room for six hours, trying to melt you away in scalding water from a rusty tap, yet you clung on, holding tightly to the walls of my pelvic region. Wiggling upwards, towards my throat. Past my teeth. You're trying to get out, but my family has decided you won't breathe when you're released from your bloody shackles; you may as well settle down now, sweet son, settle down.
The rest of this, to me, is a blur. Th
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
Naruto Oc MakerName:Naruto Oc Maker5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Were they born in said village?:
If not what is their original village of birth?:
Why did they leave their birth village?:
Defensive or Offensive:
Name(Made by Masashi Kishimoto):
Name(If You Make Your Own):
How Do They Activate It:
How Is It Used:
OrdinaryMost people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.Ordinary5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You w
before, beforei am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush.before, before6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person.
i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall.
the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing yes but he only hears a nod and there's no time to change. my chest is flat and my shirt doesn't cover my belly button but i don't really mind, you know, it's brown and flat like stretches of australia my father used to talk about. that's me; land.
the air is the kind of cool it only ever is at nighttime. not winter, no that's a different kind. you can tell by the night-y smell and the
I am eight years old.I am eight years old.I am eight years old.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My lips are perfectly pink. They don't need to look glossy or tinted redder. My cheeks don't need this, either. My eyes stand out well enough on their own without being lined with black paint. The mascara weighs on my lashes and makes me tired and itchy. This shit on my eyelids shouldn't be there, either.
That was a bad word. I am afraid to say bad words, but I've got a few in my head. My friend told me that the word "bitch" means "female dog," but I think she's wrong. I don't think I've ever heard it used in this context. Actually, I think it's a word for people like you. I say this to you with my eyes. You threaten me because you hear me loud and clear.
Every other weekend, I have to sit here and endure as you put this shit on my face. But that's not why you're a bitch. That's why you're an idiot. What makes you a bitch is the fact that you expect me to be silent and still every time your hand slips and the curling iron burns the top of my ear, or you
PrettyPretty10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I met a girl once who told me I was pretty.
I simply shook my head and laughed, then in a manner so as to not make her feel stupid for saying such a thing, I answered,
"Oh, thank you so much! I think you're pretty to!"
To where she commented,
"Oh no! You're just being nice!"
The thing is, she was indeed pretty, the kind of pretty that made you feel like a lucky idiot to even be looked at by her.
This happened many times with many people of both gender. Boys who didn't think they were cute, girls who thought they were too fat. To me though, they were the most beautiful people in the world.
There were many I fell in love with only to find that beauty is skin deep, but in a few they were pretty all the way through.
How sad that many of them never stood a chance int he real world? Because, who want's a pretty inside?
The answer sadly is no one, no one want's a pretty inside, because if it's on the inside, who will see it first?
The shallows of the world have taken over, so many pretty peop