ten things i love about you.10.ten things i love about you.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love the way your eyes shimmer when you're really happy. i've never been able to see it up close but i know what you're thinking and i'm hoping its of me.
i love the way we always seem to be able to read eachothers minds. we have the same likes and dislikes and thoughts thats revolve around eachother. i love the way i can be myself without worrying about losing you.
i love the way you make me feel good about myself without even having to speak. you say it best when you say nothing at all.
i love how we can smile and just know that it means we care and that it makes us happy.
i love being able to tell you anything without having to worry about what you will think or say. i loved it when i told you about how sometimes i wanted to die, and how you said you would meet me in heaven.
i love the way you speak to me. like i'm the most important person in the world. i love how you seem to never be able to get enough of me; how when i wish on 11:11 i don't have to wish
Mela -Love- (Thranduil x Reader)Mela -Love- (Thranduil x Reader)3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mela -Love- Pt. 12
_____ was once more within the same anti-chamber she had a minute recollection of ever being in. She sat silently as she contemplated how heavy she had felt recently.The elleth was disgusted with herself yet she had no control of how her body and soul had ached.The small fire within her still burned and had yet to snuff out. She was grateful for that at least.
The last words she had spoken with the Elven King still resonated within her mind as she allowed herself to sink back into her seat.
Had he meant it? A knock near the door caught her attention as a familiar form materialized . He was unmistakable and grand. His presence alone could easily hold the air within the room still; but, as her (color) eyes met his own stormy blue ones she automatically felt at ease.
Thranduil had disregarded the multiple layers of silken robes and his crown
ten things i miss about us.10.ten things i miss about us.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i miss you hugging me and holding me tight to your body. the way you read over my shoulder and how you would pull one million hot air balloon strings just to sit next to me in class.
i miss the way you would smile at me.
i miss how when i came to class crying you would ask me whats wrong and i knew that you actually cared. the concern in your eyes took me where i knew i wanted to be.
the way your eyes would shine when i walked into the room.
i miss talking about the future us. how you were going to ask me out to dinner one day and how you never wanted to let me go.
the way you smelled so good you could taste it. just so you know, you tasted like sunsets and skyscraper mountains and beautiful unbroken dreams.
i miss the text message you sent me at quarter past one. my mom told me it was too late to be texting but i didn't care, because that was the night you told me i was beautiful.
i miss the games of twenty questions. sometimes they were over the line b
Resolve (Thranduil x Reader)Resolve (Thranduil x Reader)3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Resolve Pt. 11
One week has passed since _____'s fateful encounter with the Elven King. He has allowed her to wonder silently through his halls without restraint or questions. Without burdening her mind or soul, the King has mostly kept to himself concerning their last informal encounter. He would give her time to heal for it seemed her faë had never been weighed or pained before.
Thranduil had taken time to examine the elleth the night she was frozen and barely coherent. He continued to oversee her every night since, actually. Under normal circumstances hundreds of seasons would pass for elves to form at least half the type of bond she so easily took upon him. Though he'd never voice it aloud, it worried him. Why had she appeared to be fading?
He was not against such ideas... of finally committing to a new life. Thranduil had spent many of his days in contemplation and sorrow. It was through the stubbornness of his s
Would you?Would you?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you still love me
When I grew old,
When my hair is gray
and white, thin?
When I no longer
Would you stay
by my side,
When I cannot recognise
who you are;
To remind me
each day, each hour
who you are
because I suffer from dementia?
Would you promise
to love me for who I am,
for who I will be in the future:
for better or for worse?
It doesnt feel like ChristmasThe bells may be jingling,It doesnt feel like Christmas6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights may be flashing,
The presents may be wrapped
And everyone may be smiling,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
We're singing along with the carols,
We're unwrapping our presents,
We're excited over our new things,
And everyone looks happy,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
The new clothes are being worn,
The delicious food is disappearing,
The crackers are being shared,
And everyone is talking and laughing,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
My parents are here,
My sisters are too,
My brother-in-laws as well,
And even my niece is sitting here giggling,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
He isn't smiling at me,
He isn't unwrapping his presents,
He isn't eating the food,
And he just isn't here,
So this doesn't feel like Christmas.
I will live"Bring me her medical chart, please", said the voice. The sound of opening and closing doors could be heard. Several minutes of silence and the sound repeated itself. Rustling of papers and the occasional muttering gave away the reading of the brought chart.I will live3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So, according to this, she has a few months left."
"No therapy they tried succeeded?
"No, sir. She also contacted the foundations that are researching that kind of cancer, but it seems her case is special.
"I see she refused every suggestion for surgical removal. I'm not surprised, the chance of survival is almost equal to zero."
Silence took over the room again. Only the antique wall clock ticked the seconds quietly.
"How is our other... project... progressing?"
"Excellent, sir. "We're just finishing-"
A ringtone sounded. "Excuse me", said the other voice and answered the call.
"Yes?... Yes... Really? Excellent- That, too? Marvelous... Yes, yes, I'll tell him. Cheers."
"What are you supposed to tell me?" asked the fir
The Great WasteGermany could haveThe Great Waste5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Austria had just
posted drunken pics,
Thirty seconds ago!
So the Nazis shrank in empty clicks
Before a bluish glow.
The Allies could have
America had just
in a fit of virtual lust.
So the two only wrote on each other's walls
And typing; crumbled to dust.
Imagine the long years
of history lost,
to a whole new branch
But never mind about this.
You are hardly listening at all.
Because The Adolf Hitler:
is eating a sandwich LOL.
on 'the Father'mr parker lined upon 'the Father'4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his children with an ax,
lined up twelve small
disciples of hard work
and the Depression,
twelve small chickens
hollering with tremors,
twelve disciples hungry
for the Fruits of the
previously to this,
he severed many of
mrs parker's tendons and sculpted
her face with a frying pan.
she bled on the floor and
crawled somewhere, the lioness
in her made the unseen more
powerful than science
and far more previous to this,
mr parker sent mrs parker to my
great grandmother's childhood home
with a basket of vegetables and pork
and bread. my great grandmother says
that whenever her family couldn't eat,
mr parker made sure that they could
and so mr parker has lined up
his children, and mrs parker has
miraculously sent for the sheriff
and mr parker has run behind the barn.
the sheriff, thumbs tucked in the
waist of his breeches, walks
quietly in the dewy fields leading
to mr parker. mr parker has tied himself a
noose from the rafters and is standing
calmly on a stool. he
Harold and the Purple CrayonHarold and the Purple Crayon6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A little boy in his boat did flee
On a journey across the sea
A purple crayon in his hand
He colored everything in his land
So much wonder did he spy
Painting balloons up in the sky
A cresent moon and stars so bright
All floating in the purple night
Rockets soared and girls did fly
A ladder reaching up so high
Harolds crayon loved to draw
Each and every thing he saw
As his feet did touch the ground
Two giraffe's were what he found
Stopping by to have some tea
In his house beside the sea
Harold loved his purple place
It put a smile upon his face
To see his world in such a hue
A fantasy shared with me and you..
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
Loki X Reader: Ice Queen Part 1Loki X Reader: Ice Queen Part 13 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ugh, it's so hot out..." you muttered bitterly.
"Come on (Y/N), don't be a drag!" Kasumi smiled enjoying the warmth of the sun.
You were at San Diego on the beach with your three friends (one who was your sister) Kasumi, Paige and Giselle. You were all taking a break from life and decided to go to San Diego for warmth and sunshine.
You were all dropped off at the airport and after a long ride from Chicago you made it. However you were forced to come and be on the beach to have some fun.
"Just think of this as a biiiig slumber party!" your sister Paige cheered.
"I don't think our dad would approve of all the boys though..." you pointed out at all the men both good looking and not.
"I know I do." Paige winked.
"Oooh! Lets go pick our spot out!" Giselle gleamed.
You all began unpacking your things out of your bag when a guy with dark brown hair with was slightly tanned looked at Giselle and asked. "Need help unpacking?"
"Sure!" she grinned as he helped her lay out her towel.
Women's loveThe best way to Please a WomanWomen's love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Is to Touch Her Heart
Before Her Body
I miss youI miss your smileI miss you5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your laugh and your ability to tolerate me
I miss how we always used to laugh
And our own little jokes
I miss the lunch times when it was just the two of us
When we were just able to talk to put away our facades and
Really be ourselves
Most of all I miss.......... You
EnlightenmentWe are but creations just mirrored by our soulEnlightenment7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Picking pieces in our life to complete and make us whole
Snippets of both the good and bad so we can differ still
Of what is right and wrong and when we've had our fill
In knowing when to share and to give back in return
To know when not to take too much, a lesson to learn
Of seeing what is beyond that of which is in our gaze
Such hope for us to lead mankind from this tortured haze
Each one has a special place in the plan of life as shown
It is up to us to nurture and show we have grown
To let our feelings guide us with mistakes being made
Remember where we once erred and not let it fade
For others to learn and do what should be done
A brighter future for us in each rising sun
We hoard so much knowledge like leaves in the wind
With empathy and compassion towards those who have sinned
For none of us are perfect and our faults make us whole
It is who we are that will generate our soul
i have you bookmarked -vii. Sometimes breakfast, lunch and dinner were like art; food was flung from each corner, creating a futile canvas on every wall. I played a scale of musical doors as they slammed one by one. I'm sure I broke a fewi have you bookmarked -4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
vocalchords too. He was always right beside me, yet so far.
But we mingled together. When his hand gripped mine with his feathery touch, it seemed okay to pretend. Maybe my mind still needed to develop, needed watering. Or maybe together we just made feelings obsolete.
iv. And we did.
We sat on park benches blowing smoke kisses and watched movies, that only seemed good because everything else on TV was crap.
Bubblegum. Pot. Gallons of ice-cream. We fed two pigeons and named them Ben and Jerry. We danced to Genesis, even though we both knew that they were possibly the most overplayed band in the world-universe-all-shopping-centers-in-London-ever.
At night we slipped between the park gates and sat by the lake. It felt like the moon was right ne
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore.
(because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.
charlotte's first b
Why Does the Witch Cry?: StoryHer name was Sunny.Why Does the Witch Cry?: Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was seventeen years old, and already the sort of beautiful that would have lasted forever. She was an accomplished gymnast and dancer, and had a remarkably haunting singing voice that landed her the lead in her school musicals each year. She got good grades, dressed appropriately, had perfect blonde hair, snowy white skin, and bright blue eyes. Her teachers loved her, she got along with everyone, and never once stopped smiling. Her father was a pastor and raised her to be a good Christian, and she spread love and compassion graciously. Her parents were proud.
She was born on Christmas Eve, and endured being dressed as an angel year after year. She loved the Christmas spirit, and at the age of four, belted forth an incredible rendition of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" at both her preschool and church, bringing warmth and joy to people in her city. She started school smoothly, waving a h
A Storm is ApproachingA Storm is Approaching4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've kept quiet,
Tip-toed for days,
Fearing a riot,
Might go ablaze.
Erupt it will,
In a day's time or two.
Will inevitably ensue.
I'm caught in between,
Who I want to be,
& the person my parents,
Have envisioned for me.
I lie and constantly cheat,
Deceive the best I can.
At nights, I silently weep,
To free the person I am.
I patiently await,
My Impending Doom,
For the storm may abate,
Only till the Monsoon.
I've kept quiet,
Tip-toed for days,
Fearing a riot,
Might go ablaze...
The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than the one we swore to our nation.
Tiger was born just a few months after that. Ed's four year contract was finished, so she found us a little house near the base. She found a job, and she raised Tiger, almost by herself, while I ran PT, stood firewatch, crawled the obstacle courses, fired my rifle, shipped out on West Pac, and ca