Hetalia- Obsessed when...You know you're obsessed with Hetalia whenHetalia- Obsessed when...5 years ago in Humor More Like This
 When you wonder why the polar bear at the zoo isn't talking to you
 When your teacher questions you when you constantly squeal during History class
 When you scream "Happy Birthday Alfred" and/or "Take that Arthur" on the Fourth of July in a large crowd of people and are proud when they give you the WTF look
 When you know what Sealand is and people find you weird for telling them he's a little kid in a blue sailor suit that was for sale on eBay
 When you laugh if a country's "vital regions" are discussed in the news/media
 When you question why only a few countries use Japanese as the foremost language
 When in a conversation about APH, you specifically use both country and human names to confuse the people around you
 (the obvious) When you ask, no, COMMAND people to become one with mother Russia and laugh hysterically when they look confused, telling them "everyone eventually becomes one with Russia" before
I hate --I hate --3 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.
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,This is a Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.
This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,
This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!
This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,
This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.
This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,
This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!
This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,
This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!
This is a song for all the people, that are dead inside,
This is a song for everyone, who has ever cried.
-by Forgotten-Reaper, 24th July 2012
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
ThE dReAmSThE dReAmS2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"LOVELY DAY OUT! Isn't it...?"
It certainly was a miraculous day, very much so, at least to my eyes. The clouds had left their foggy posts, at least for the most part, and the moonlight shone through beautifully, tinting the blood and cadavers on the lawn in the neon shades of green and pink. Tavros, my beautiful Tavros, remained silent at my side, a heavy weight on my side. Had he always been this heavy? I'd missed so much, it seemed, since his escape. NO! NO, IT WASN'T AN ESCAPE, I NEVER HELD HIM AGAINST HIS WILL, HE LEFT, HE ONLY LEFT, THAT'S WHAT IT WAS. HE LEFT AND LOST HIS WAY, SAID HE'D BE BACK AND JUST MISPLACED HIMSELF. BUT NOW HE'S BACK FOR GOOD...
I cock my head slightly to look at him, a warm loving smile gracing my lips without having to think about it. "YOU DON'T TALK MUCH ANYMORE. Are you sick...?" His legs remain pellmell against the overgrown grasses, hands folded in his lap. I can't help myself; I run my clawed hand through his growing hair, linger playfully at the ba
Scootaloo's Stolen HeartScootaloo's Stolen Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scootaloo's Stolen Heart
"That's all for today, everypony! Class dismissed!" said Cheerilee, well...cheerily! The students began to put away their belongings and head for the exit, creating a slow funnel towards the door.
Near the back of the class, Apple Bloom poked Scootaloo with a hoof. "Hey, Scoot, are ya comin' by the clubhouse today?"
Scootaloo blinked a couple times as she put a book away in her desk, then turned to face her friends. "O' course I am. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well," began Sweetie Belle, putting a forehoof to her own mouth as she stood with a silly grin on her face. "We've been a little worried about you. After all, you have been coming to school every day lately."
Apple Bloom giggled. "And that's sooo not like you. Is somethin' goin' on?"
Rolling her eyes, Scoot exhaled a hefty sigh. She always had to deal with her other classmates teasing her for missing school, and
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
How to be an artist[How to be an artist]How to be an artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being an artist is not so simple
Nor is it a gift to those who are faithful.
It is the easiest thing in the world to do
But also the hardest by far to have a breakthrough.
It starts with a thing that some call will.
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
You'll hear them say.
Follow it down a path, don't let it go astray.
Passion is next, but not to be confused.
A mixture of love and anger, that only you can transfuse.
Kept tight in a bottle till the time is right
Then let it explode! Giving new insight.
If by now you've decided, then you'll need some tools.
Canvas, paper, film, get whatever you can use.
Media on which you can express your thoughts and desires
For without them, you are just another with grand ideas.
If you've come this far, then go all the way.
But you must have a heart,
That is the key and mainstay.
Being an artist means you create
With nothing but creativity
And see the world through all its objectivity.
Our brushes and pens and whatever
Saints of San AxolotlEcho birds are as common as muck, and about the same color. Theyre found only in San Axolotl, where they scurry along the paving stones and under the tables of the street cafes, through trash-clogged back alleys and down the walks of rooftop gardens, looking for scraps and seeds. Once you leave the city, though, the echo bird population tapers off within five miles, and the only specimens anywhere else in the world have glass eyes and are wired to their perches.Saints of San Axolotl5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Echo birds are not mimics. There are all kinds of mimics in the bird kingdom, from the pygmy mynah to the rare and savage Cassowary Macaw, whose repertoire generally consists of the screams and curses of its last unfortunate victim. Mimicry is no longer a particularly impressive trick. Any old parrot, with time and patience, can learn to whistle the national anthem and make obscene comments, or both at the same time.
The echo bird, however, does something quite beyond mimicry. If you encounter an echo bird, all you will s
Lesbian + Gay Book ListLesbian + Gay Book List4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
- Fingersmith - Sarah Waters
- Affinity - Sarah Waters
- Tipping the Velvet - Sarah Waters
- Keeping you a secret - Julie Ann Peters
- RAGE: A love story - Julie Ann Peters
- Sugar Rush - Julie Burchill
- The Lacquered box - Helen Shacklady
- Spudnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami
- Finding H.F. - Julia Watts
- Hearts and Flowers Border
- Girl Walking Backwards - Bett Williams
- Oranges aren't the only fruit - Jeanette Winterson
- Gold - Dan Rhodes
- Nightwood - Djuna Barnes
- The year of freaking out - Sarah Walkers
- The Teahouse Fires - Ellis Avery
- Ruby fruit jungle - Rita Mae Brown
- Tommorow Wendy: A love story - Shelly Stoehr
- Annie on My Mind - Nancy Garden
- Kissing Kate - Lauren Myracle
- Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg
- Drag King Dreams - Leslie Feinberg
- The Troubleshooters Series - Suzanne Brockmann
- Aimee and Jaguar - Erica Fischer
- Hard Love - Ellen Wittlinger
- Ash - Malinda Lo
- Empress of the World - Sara Ryan
- The IHOP Papers - Al
Red MoonRed Moon2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three Part One Shot
Screams ring throughout the air, piercing it like a million little needles each sharper than any knife, any sword that could be crafted by man. It surrounds me, not like a blanket or a warm embrace but how my own blood may. Everywhere. No matter how hard I try, how badly I pray, no matter how loud my voice rises into the abyss it does not go away. It worsens.
"Stop!" I shriek, my hands gripping for something, anything that may ease this pain, or at least brace me, "Stop this now!"
I feel his soft breath at my ear as a hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear, "Please, just bear with it a little longer "
"I can't!" I cry, agony dripping from every word as my nails dig into his back, "Sebastian! Please! Stop this!"
A stifled sob is swallowed into his throat as his arms tighten their embrace, "A little longer, my lord."
The moon hovers high above
Promise MePromise Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
From what seems from an infinite abyss they fall, small glass crystals too thin to be real stones but too beautiful to be imaginary float down from the sky littering the city with their brilliance. In the night their white gleams from the street lights, sparkling and twinkling like somehow the night sky above was able to shed their stars and send them to earth just for those who inhabit it. All around people bustle about hurried with their own lives filled with cause and effect. Mothers hold onto their children's hands, children whine for their desires in toy shops. I've seen it before, done it before. Nothing is new.
Tilting my head upward I close the eye not covered by an eye patch allowing the small purities to flutter onto my face cooling it from built up anxiety. Somehow I managed to escape my mansion, convincing my maid to drive me to the city just to get away from all of the stress, all of the confusion. Lately my butler has been playing my heart like he's taught me how to play
the beautiful edge of ugly -co"you know, we are made of ugly things."the beautiful edge of ugly -co4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"yes, but have you not heard? ugly is the new beautiful. like the way you always seem to pry at my thoughts and know what i'm thinking; the way you make me talk when i really don't feel like parting my lips and lying to you. it's just like the cyanide and razor blades i keep in my medicine cabinet, waiting for the day when i master the definition of defeat."
"then we are the most beautiful thing in the world, because we are spending our days chewing on gunpowder and wilted roses. i spent ten minutes this morning carving your name on the inside of my thigh; somehow, replicating that pain makes me think of you. makes me think of the day when you broke my skin and told me you liked me better when i was coming apart at the seams. i never did tell you, but i've been falling apart ever since."
"i know you've been falling apart, because i've been picking up the pieces i find scattered around. it hurts me more than you would think, but i a
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:Wings of Despair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...
It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....
From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....
On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never se
Sweetie Belle's Love SongSweetie Belle's Love Song3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sweetie Belle's Love Song
"Raaarityyy!" yelled Sweetie Belle as she opened the door to the Carousel Boutique and charged inside. "Big Sis! I need your help!"
The elder unicorn sister gritted her teeth as the sudden interruption caused her hooves to slip, messing up the stitching on a piece of fabric. Closing her eyes, Rarity sighed, taking her foot off the pedal of the sewing machine and letting go of the fabric. She inhaled deeply, then turned to face Sweetie Belle, wearing her sewing glasses, a tape measure around her neck. "Sweetie, what have I told you about knocking before barging into my workspace?"
Sweetie Belle skidded to a halt, plopping into a seated position and looking at the ground. "Oh, Rarity, I'm sorry. I forgot..."
"It's alright, darling." Rarity sighed and smiled. "We all make mistakes now and then." The indigo-haired unicorn filly walked over and shut the door, then retur
Official Wolfaboo DefinitionOfficial Wolfaboo Definition4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Wolf·a·boo [wolf-uh-boo] (n.)
1. Derived from the term Weeaboo (referring to a person overly obsessed with japan.) A Wolfaboo: "A person overly obsessed with wolves; one who equates a human life to that of a wolf; someone who defends and or glorifies wolves killing humans; Deems a wolf's live superior to a humans. Often misspelling the plural of wolf as 'wolfs'; Often, will make up lies and propaganda to defend wolves; most of the lies do not hold true when put to actual research."
see: Ignorant, Stubborn, Brainwashed, Liar, Foolish
definition by DonutPie
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
Who am I?[Who am I?]Who am I?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I am me.."
Who ever that may be.
Made by a world,
Not easily understood.
I am what I am.
Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.
Sleep. [[Jean Kirschtein x Reader]]Sleep. [[Jean Kirschtein x Reader]]6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Warm tears built up in the corner of your eyes as you gripped on tightly. A soft sob escaped your lips, your eyes stinging with salty tears. You bit your bottom lip to cease its trembling, but it was no use.
Your head spun, your vision unfocused, your heart plunged to the pit of your stomach from the sudden loss.
Sniffling, you wiped your watery eyes on the sleeve of your shirt and tucked your uncombed bangs behind your ears.
It felt as if everything had collapsed down on you all at once.
You jolted upright almost immediately and let go of the thick novel you held. Coming back to your senses, you relaxed your shoulders and stared into the distance, as if nothing mattered any more.
The brown-haired boy heavily sighed. "How long are you going to cry over that fictional character?" He emphasized on the word 'fictional' and snatched the book from your lap, tossing it onto the wooden floor.
"Jean!" You leaned over the boy and stretched out your arm, atte
50 love icons1.Your boy friend breaking up with you and saying you can still be friends is like your dog dying and your mom saying you can still keep it.50 love icons5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2.Forgetting your first love is like remembering someone you've never met
3.Someone can walk into your life and it's not till they walk out that you realize they were even there
4.I love you.I hate you, it's like i want to throw you off a cliff and then catch you at the bottom
5.Let;s show them all that he can make fairy tales come true
6.If I had wishes, I'd waste them all on you
7.Love is just an excuse to get hurt
8.Everybody needs to spill their heart out to somebody, I just can't believe I chose you
9.You make me forget how to breathe
10.You'll always be in my dreams, even if I'm never in yours
11.I guess your kinda cute...in a weird ugly way
12.Don'y fall in love with someone you can live with. Fall in love with someone you can't live without.
13.Don't be scared if some big, red, fat guy throws you in a bag tonight, I told santa I wanted you
Icons And Names On Deviant ArtIcons And Names On Deviant Art11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
^_^ Here's a question I get asked A LOT ^_^
How To Put An Icon In One's Signature/Journal/Posts/Ect.
By Jaganshi Hiei
:icon name of the persons account:
^_^ Without the spaces, so it'd be
:icon yaoilovers: for us And it'd appear like :iconyaoilovers: when you take the spaces out!
^_^ To just put the NAME instead of it coming up as [link] or however it does after you finish typing the URL (Thats the link, for those who don't know), you simply replace the word "icon" with "dev"
so it'd look like this when you type it (take out the spaces to make it appear like this) yaoilovers it looks like :dev yaoilovers:
without the space between 'dev' and 'yaoilovers'.
^_^ hope that's helpful! Let me know if you have other questions
Neko!Russia x Owner!Reader part OneI do not own Hetalia, nor do I own you (you belong to Russia! )Neko!Russia x Owner!Reader part One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I do own this story (I got this idea from a Cinderella movie my cousin forced me to watch, LITERALLY forced me to watch orz)
Just to make sure you know what they mean:
[e/c] = eye color
[h/c] = hair color
[f/c] = favorite color
[f/n] = first name
[l/n] = last name
Russcat lay awake, staring at the fireplace. Somehow you managed to make the fire blue, and Russcat was trying to figure out how you did it. You are a wizard (well, you know magician tricks, but Russcat calls you a wizard), and you wouldn't tell him your secret. You had gotten Russcat at an old Animal Adoption center. It was going out of business, so there had been a sale on the cats. When you got there, every cage was already taken, with the exception of one, that was Russcat's. You had noticed that the cage didn't have a "taken" or "sold" tag on it, so you looked at it. There was the
Len x Reader - This FeelingLen sighed happily. He had just been hanging out with [Name]. It was the best time of his life! Then Rin came and told [Name] she needed help practicing 'Meltdown'. [Name] apologised and said bye, before running off with Rin.Len x Reader - This Feeling2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'I wonder if she feels the same. . .' Len thought to himself. He felt a tug on his heart. It hurt. Not knowing if the girl he loved, loved him back. . . .
"Len!" He heard someone call his name and turned around. It was Luka.
"Oh, hey Luka!" Len said smiling happily, though on the inside he was still pretty sad.
"What's wrong?" She asked immediately, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a pink brow. Len's eyes widened a little.
"N-Nothing's wrong! Where did you get that idea from? Ehehehehe" Len laughed nervously. How did she know?!
Luka closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. She shook her head and walked closer to the blonde. She bent down to make eye contact.
"You like someone. Don't you?" She asked with a knowing smile. Len's face exploded into a deep