I hate myself+INSPIRATIONI hate myself+INSPIRATION4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I refuse to starve myself, to fit society's norm of beauty.
I would die if I didn't eat as much as I do.
I refuse to burn my hair to get it to lie flat.
My hair is naturally straight, and even if it wasn't I would love it just the same.
I refuse to wear makeup to fit in.
I have no gross medical disfiguration. There is nothing wrong with my face. I have no wish to cover it in something unnecessary.
I refuse to buy according to genre.
If it's comfortable, if it looks good Does it really matter whether it's emo or prep?
I refuse to lower my standards for you.
If you do not know how to speak to me civilly, we might as well not engage in conversation. Or as you might say, "Fuck off."
I refuse to hate myself.
I am me, and whether I like it or not, I will have to live with myself for the rest of my life.
I refuse to not work to fix my problems.
I'm flawed. We all are. That doesn't mean I will ignore my problems. That means I will focus on
My Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 1My Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lone rabbit sat dejectedly upon a cold, stone floor. His ebony fur, with only his face showing any white whatsoever, was smothered in caked dirt and dried blood. Probably from the many beatings that he had received in his time of captivity. Clasped to his neck, wrists, and ankles were magic-restraining chains, keeping him from trying to escape from his small prison. His sky blue and black jacket and shorts were tattered and worn, rips and tears being seen on every place imaginable on them. It seemed that they were also a bit too small for him.
Outside of the room, a single torch is lit, allowing a small amount of light to reflect into the cell, the only light, other than his own, that was visible. The rabbit looked up, the light from the fire illuminating his sad aquamarine eyes. That light source, small as it may be, was one of the only things he could grasp onto to keep from losing himself.
He had been trapped in this place for twelve years now. Twelve years since he'd b
LaF - Audition Part TwoLaF - Audition Part Two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For a moment he couldn't believe his eyes. He wouldn't believe them. How could... and here, of all places, standing there across the water as plain as the river that separated them? It was huge as to be expected, but of a species completely unsuited for this environment. Yet, the creature met his eyes unflinchingly.
A white wolf which, though distinctly solid, seemed to exude a cool light from its very form and bore its head with distinct regality. He only had a moment's notice to take it all in- and then it was gone.
He stared at the now pitch-black space left behind by the luminous figure, blinking in an attempt to let his eyes re-accustom to the freshly-resettled darkness, and shook despite himself. Was he seeing things now, too? As if searching for an answer, his gaze turned skyward, tracing the narrow patch of heavens he could see through the canopy above and the clouds beyond. Another light still shone down upon
Meme OC: Gemma RussellMeme OC: Gemma Russell4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Gemma Lizette Russell
From: Bristol, UK
Song: 21 Guns by Green Day
Gemma is the lead singer and guitar player of an all-girl alternative band called the Bristol Bunnies. They are definitely of the alternative/punk variety of ladies, but also add a touch of modern day pin-up to set themselves apart. Gemma left school and didn’t even complete college in the UK; she and her fellow bunnies (Liza, Tasha, Serena and Amy) began trying to get attention as a group and get a demo recorded. The all work odd jobs in trying to save enough quid to get them all to New York City and their dreams.
When We Were KidsWhen We Were Kids7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: I do not own Death Note characters so dont sue me.
"When were kids"
I never liked to go out. Running around the dusty ground, Standing on the blazing sun's heat, Tiring myself in just stupid sport or game of tag, and mingling around with the other kids in the orphanage, who were they trying to kid? I may be a lazy slack-off loner but I'm not stupid.
Why would try to gain friends with all of those hypocrites? What good will it do to me? I'd rather stay inside and watch TV than work my ass off as a social climber. Its just a waste of time.
Besides I have everything that I need in here: a nice stack of brand new games I haven't played yet, courtesy of the big honcho who owns this place. Hmph, he must have thought that he'd gain some sort of an acceptance from me. Well, its not gonna happen in this lifetime.
You're the no. 1 detective in the whole world, so what? I'm not gonna bow down and worship you, unlike some people I know, and have you ever crossed with the
Vital Spark: Nevermore - Part OneVital Spark: Nevermore - Part One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shallow candlelight flickered on the brick walls around him as he approached the desk, a hulking, mahogany shape at the cramped room's center, strewn with a selection of papers that glared brilliant white at him through the darkness, a quilt of shadows whose threads were torn only by the dim firelight. Uneasy silence settled on the dark room, its thick walls effectively drowning out the chorus of screams that cried out in the assortment of dungeon cells that lied beyond.
Finally, he cleared his throat, shattering the uneasy quiet that had fallen on the cramped quarters. The gentle thud of paper on mahogany drew the attention of the man behind the desk, his dour, golden yellow glare falling on the thick booklet of bills bound together with a light tan strip of leather. Arching an inquisitive eyebrow, he retrieved the cash, flipping through the bills with a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, the fingers of his other hand drumming impatiently against the wooden desk.
Sonic FF Ep 8: Stolen Hearts 4Int. Sonic's House DaySonic FF Ep 8: Stolen Hearts 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tails is looking nervously over at a slowly rising and falling pile of blankets.
TAILS: Uh Sonic?
SONIC (Muffled): No!
TAILS: But you didn't mean all those things you
SONIC (Muffled): Every one of them! She's a stuck up brat and a hate her. Let me sleep.
Tails looks sadly at his feet. Then he brightens.
TAILS: Maybe you said what you did because you haven't slept for three straight days!
SONIC (Muffled): Shut up! I hate you too. Leave me alone.
Tail's ears droop. Then they rise again.
TAILS: Maybe you said what you just did about me because you
Sonic kicks back the covers and screams
SONIC: GET OUT!
Shortly after he's left Amy eases her way inside the room.
AMY: Oh Sonic?
SONIC (Muffled): For the love of
AMY: You sure told off that jumped up brat today!
SONIC (Muffled): Hmph.
AMY: I just wanted you to know I support you 100%!
SONIC (Muffled): Hmph.
AMY: So you in need of another girlfrien
Zombie Fortification 101: The BrickYou've heard rumors about the end of days; a zombie apocalypse. But you're not as insolent as everyone else. You know you need to bunk in, stock up and fortify. But you're stuck in Alfred where could you possibly go that's safe? Then you think how about that old building next to Kruson? Yeah, the Brick! But why is the Brick an optimal decision to bet your life on?Zombie Fortification 101: The Brick2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to zombie expert Max Brooks, great care goes into the fortification of a potential safe house. Everything from how many stories the building is to the location of windows and supplies can make or break your chance at long-term survival. Unfortunately, there are no prison facilities or oil rigs anywhere near Alfred; we only have a select number of buildings to hole up in, the Brick being one of the better selections on campus.
Let's start with the exterior of the residence hall; the Brick has three stories, four if you count the basement containing the kitchen, the laundry room and the BAFA rooms. Becau
PhotoshoppedBlur out my body and leave only in focus my soul.Photoshopped5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For it bleeds in pixels and dodges the tears from my painted eyes.
My lips are in grayscale as my skin creeps along with saturated woes.
The nails smudge across landscape canvases.
Feet patching up your lost dreams with burned colors.
Lasso my legs and marquee my smile.
My voice sharpens as you stamp my throat with a slice of my own noise.
Layer my past with your history of colorful palettes brightened by the contrast of your pitiful filtered actions.
I wonder how many different styles you could change me.
Add the text of a lonely shape, erased by a brush shaped as a leaf as you cover the ground with similar strands of grass.
Color me a gradient so the glow of my inner self will pierce your vision with the texture of a thousand lines.
Dont forget to save me in your never ending files left to take up space in your infinite color wheel you call a heart.
Blade of Blacknight TerrorBlade of Blacknight TerrorBlade of Blacknight Terror5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Force of Chaos whirling power,
Storms in my mind and soul,
Waging dark emotions and lust for battle,
As a servant of black gods I am.
Memories of past years,
Vanished into total oblivion,
Red mist of slaughter and havoc
Be my new present reality.
I have become a part of something infernal,
A pawn in the game of war and madness,
Of godless actions and blasphemous dreams.
I have become a sword of pure hatred,
A channelling soul of dark desires,
Flaming blade of Blacknight terror.
They say, the grace of midnights might,
Becomes the black possessive torment,
Horror of the thousand wailing forsaken,
Pact of darkness infernal, immortal.
I relive my nightmare from every twilight hour
Until the descend of Crimson Moon,
And the cruel death of million innocent
Their screaming silenced with brutal fist of hatred.
Evil force of Blacknight,
Vision of eternal tormenting dream,
Blaze gleaming under starlight,
And accompany the painful scream,
Mischief ClockMischief Clock3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Its name is "Itazura kurokku" meaning Mischief Clock.
The release phrase is:
"Turn the gears of pandemonium"
Most people ask why is a key a part of it, it goes with the theme basically, its a Clock/Gear/Key theme I'm going with. Basically Itazura kurokku, is a large key thats about 7 inches in height and 2 inches in diameter. Its clings on to the users reiatsu by using a little bit of reistu and can be controlled thought, seeing as it has no handle but the way the user uses it is just like a sword using slashing motions with his hands, it can reach about 5 feet away from the user giving it a larger reach. One of the ability's that Itazura kurokku is "Gear turner" it has the ability of channeling the uses reistu and hardening it to make that of a blade shooting from the tip of Itazura kurokku itself, the blade resembles that of a regular katana's blade 60 cm in length.
Another ability it has is called "Time" in which the blue orbs on Itazura kurokku light up. However it only