Perder con HonorY aquí estoy yo po', todavía no parto pa' mi casita, sigo en este estadio weon, si po', si estamos con los jugadores, con Bielsa que anda bastante picado y me da risa eso.Perder con Honor5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perdimos en el mundial, vamos pa' la casa. -suspira y sonríe-
Y así po', Brasil nos hizo buen partido, todos jugamos lo mejor que pudimos ¡la wea, jugamos la raja weon, pa' que me voy en lamentaciones, jugamos contra Brasil po' y le dimos buena batalla!
- Se echa a reír una vez más y continúa -
Ni siquiera puedo decir que estoy decepcionado, todos los hicieron bien, todo Chile nos apoyó, toda mi gente estuvo con la selección y le dieron lo mejor, nos retiramos con orgullo de la cancha, con real orgullo.
Somos un país latinoamericano ¡que no se les olvide, que llegamos lejos!
¡Que se acerque el weon que trate de decir que somos chantas porque lo vuelo con patas' en la raja!
- Se sienta y queda desparramado en aque
Bittersweet Warmth RussLietLithuania shivered, hands pulling his coat tighter about his chest. Even wearing his heaviest coat, a coarse, dark green and shapeless mass, the wind chilled him to the bone. He supposed he was just not used to this weather, even though it had been years already. Russian winters were so much colder than at home.Bittersweet Warmth RussLiet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everywhere here was white, a white so true that every shadow was blue. The snow already nearly reached his knees, and it had began to soak through his pants. He shouldn't even be out here right now, but he couldn't very well leave Latvia alone. It was his own fault for getting his younger brother so excited over the cookies that they were making together. In hind sight, he should have gathered the needed fir cones much earlier, before the mid-day snow had fallen.
Russia had left the house some time that morning, and with him went the weight of stress that had been building for days on end. The tall man had been dealing with some sort of trouble, though he was unwilling to speak
Pray AmLietLithuania dried his hands on the dish towel, glancing over his shoulder towards the living room as he set it on the counter. He could hear the sounds of the radio, the slightly static voices saying the same things over and over again. Of course Liet was not blind, and he didn't need to hear them to know the truth. America's economy was steadily declining, he knew that from the meager meal that the two had just partaken of. He knew it from the fact that America didn't buy any new things, didn't talk... No, he didn't brag about all of his fancy productions and everything else. If America were Russia, he'd be drowning in vodka by now.Pray AmLiet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh, but that was right. America couldn't drink. At first Lithuania had been relieved, as he'd seen the most sensible men become terrible under the influence. But the more he got to know the blond, the more he understood that America would never harm anyone out of a mere drunken rage. Right now, it might be the perfect thing to take the edge off. But America
Sabores en el paladar_quickieSabores en el paladarSabores en el paladar_quickie4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hay cosas que Martín y Manuel odian del otro con todo el corazón y hay otras que, a la manera de cada uno, los unen grandemente.
Hace frío, Manuel con su Kefia atada al cuello, Martín con una enorme bufanda de seda que su primo le regaló para que no pasara el Bicentenario resfriado, sentados ambos en el borde de una de las ventanas de Manuel, simplemente disfrutando del clima con una taza de té y una calabaza de mate bien calientes.
- Probalo -insiste de nuevo Martín ante la mirada recelosa de su compañero -andá, le puse azúcar para que lo probés sin ponerme cara de asco.
- Sólo si tomai' de mi té con limón -negocia Chile con una sonrisa maliciosa, porque sabe que eso le recuerda a Martín sus encontrones con Inglaterra.
Hernández se lo piensa un poco.
- Dale -termina por conceder.
Ambos toman al mismo tiempo un sorbo de la bebida del otro, Manuel sigue sintiendo amarga
Aciu IvanSometimes... I get a twisted kick out of everyone thinking you were nothing but abusive when I lived with you. I don't ever know whether to be offended or just flattered they think I lived through all that.Aciu Ivan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've come to terms with what's on my back, but that was one time. When you came home from working on that railway, with your fingers frozen and your lips cracked and bleeding, and you consumed every bottle of vodka in the house, it hurt me. And I don't mean when you clung tightly to me and accused me of trying to leave while you were gone--that was nothing. I was powerless. I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to, and I couldn't ease your pain. When you fought with Kiku, and you lost so much, coming home with crudely wrapped wounds and salt-water crusted in your hair. I was there for you, I had no choice. But I made the choice to comfort you. That was me.
What you taught me with that damned maids dress... I'll never forgive you for that! You made me aware of myself in ways I had ne
LH: Canciones del mar (II)Angatupyry conocía el sonido del agua, de sus lagos y ríos, pero aquello no solo se veía distinto, sino que se sentía distinto, olía distinto. Luego de traspasar una gran arboleda, frente a la compañía se abrió la vista más magnifica que el pequeño había visto en mucho tiempo. El mar. El mar del que tanto le había hablado su madre se encontraba delante de sus ojos.LH: Canciones del mar (II)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kalén, inquieto como era, fue el primero en emprender el nuevo camino. Salió corriendo hacia la costa para corretear a una bandada de gaviotas que estaba descansando en tierra. Las aves se daban al vuelo cuando el pequeño pasaba y luego volvían a su lugar entre ruidosos aleteos; algunas además volaban a su alrededor y se posaban en su cabeza, como jugando con él.
— ¿Siempre es así? —preguntó el charrúa viendo el espectáculo.
—Sí... —contestó Piaré con un suspiro—. Tengo que mandarlo a contar estrellas durante la noche para poder dormir un poco.
Senaqué no pudo evitar reírse por aquel detalle que le acababa de contar. Y el qu
APH: My foreverIt was late in the afternoon and the sun started to set. Yes, it was that late. I could still see the sun fully but it started to hide downward. Birds flew from different directions. At fist I thought all of them were birds but I've noticed other beings fly among them, those with pointed ears and unfeathered wings, bats.APH: My forever5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The clouds seemed to scatter artistically, making it hard to avert my gaze. There were two kinds or should I say types of clouds. There were ones with unique pinkish color, like of cotton candy, it seemed very sweet and delightful you would wish you could tore a piece to taste. And grayish ones, ones you would often see in rainy days or at nigh time. The two clouds intermingled lovingly, like God had wished them to. The mix of light and dark was unbearably attractive that it made my brown eyes to part sight with.
To my dismay the pinkish clouds disappeared leaving the dark ones to spread alone. The moon appeared and stars started to twinkle like the little diamonds the
Faraway RussLietRussia was ill.Faraway RussLiet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In fact, he was bedridden. For the past few days, the great nation had been unable to stay standing long enough leave his room without collapsing into a fit of coughing, most of which ended in bloodstained gloves or handkerchiefs. He was running a fever as well, which drew worry from everyone, while meanwhile the blond nation actually seemed to enjoy it. He protested the use of cooling clothes or ice of any kind, protesting in a soft and almost childish voice that, "It's so warm~."
Nicholas was absent, a fact that the captive nation Lithuania held in great contempt. After claiming to love his country so much he couldn't face the damage that he had caused. Why was everyone so greedy? What nations that were not ambitious and powerful were quickly overrun and defeated, when they only wanted to live in peace. And in the midst of their blind ambitions, this nation had now attacked his own people. At the order of his boss, Russia had literally attacked himself in that r
Toris - StrengthToris - Strength5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
March 11, 1990
Toris paused before the closed door, gathering the strength he would need. The welts and bruises covering his flesh screamed in protest at what he was about to do. Who was he kidding? Some of the scars hadn't healed yet. Some never would. But one thing spoke louder than the scars- the voices of his people. He saw their faces every time he closed his eyes, heard their voices at every waking moment. They cried for release. There was weeping, but there was also strength. They were hurt, but determined. The parents whispered to their children in the sweet, true Lithuanian tongue. The children in turn, though barely old enough to understand, were singing in happy defiance.
Vienas Rusas, antras Rusas,
Pilnas Rusu autobusas!
Nei mesytes, nei duonytes,
Tik raudonos velevytes!
One Russian, two Russians
A bus full of Russians!
There's neither meat nor bread
Just little red flags!
As he thought of all this, an old song rang in his mind
Balnokim broliai zirgus.
Oc character profile: textName: Midori CatesbyOc character profile: text5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Parents: Harry and Lilian Catesby
Birthday: 11th June
Bloodtype: AB Positive
Weight: 105.8 Pounds
Height: 5,2 ft
Current Rank In The Military: Major
Alchemy knowledge: Rentanjutsu
Other Abilities: Xingese martial arts
Personality: Shy, but kind, decided and strong-willed. Very sensitive. Will do what she believes is right, no matter what gets in her way (self-confidence)
Weapons: Midori hates fire-based weapons, and thus uses only Blade Weapons (Set of Kunais and Sword)
Miscellaneous: Kitty lover -like Alphonse-
Midori Catesby is the daughter of Central brigadier general Harry Catesby, who was assassinated when she was 8 years old. Her father worked in the research department (like Hughes) It is known that, like Hughes, her father died after discovering "s
Ptaszek W Klatce - Part IIPtaszek W Klatce - Part II4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Niech mury runą. Niech runą między nami.
Taki niespokojny duchem kraj nie może żyć w zamknięciu. To tak jakby pozbawić orła skrzydeł i kazać latać. Orzeł też nie może żyć bez swojego gniazda, będącego jego dumą. Musi mieć gdzie wrócić po ciężkiej wędrówce. Jednak orła uwięził człowiek od niego potężniejszy. W końcu pogodził się z tą myślą, że został już stałym mieszkańcem. A mimo tęsknił czasem za swoją wolnością. To kraj obcy, wrogi. Listy od brata to było naprawdę niewiele, by powstrzymać tą tęsknotę. Coś go trzymało przy tym mężczyźnie i nie mógł wrócić. Zdążył już zwiedzić wszystkie zabytki Moskwy. Ivan bardzo chętnie zabierał
The Wall that Keeps Us Apart-1Berlin, GermanyThe Wall that Keeps Us Apart-15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you mean he's yours?!" Germany exclaimed his question at the tall Russian before him. The big blonde haired looked at him with glazed over violet eyes and an empty smile on his lips.
"I mean exactly what I say dear Gyermaniya," He cooed using the Russian term for 'Germany.' "Since you have lost the war the other Allied powers and myself have split your country up amongst ourselves. Your dear brother in East Berlin now belongs to me." He explained the empty smile growing more and more please by the second. His brother? Prussia eastern Berlin. Germany's sharp blue eyed gaze shifted up to where his brother stood. Scarlet eyes covered by shaggy silver bangs avoided his gaze and stared to the ground. His pale snow white face still covered in my bruises and scratches that had yet to heal from when he had fought on battle. Prussia wouldn't even dare look at Germany less he start to break down. This war had been though on the albino Prussian and even though
Meme 06. FlowerFloCierta AñoranzaMeme 06. FlowerFlo4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Manuel está sentado en esa banca, frente a la iglesia. No resulta difícil recordar la época en que ese terreno fue peladero, tuvo una casa enorme y luego esa iglesia que se eleva ahora resquebrajada pero con el orgullo en ristre.
Recordar lo pone triste.
No es sencillo notar que tienes trescientos años (por lo menos, Manuel sabe que son cientos más), que has vivido tantas cosas que el resumen más somero de tu vida es de doce tomos y ni siquiera así eres capaz de dimensionar todas las experiencias, aprender de todos los errores.
¿Esta es la iglesia que hicieron para celebrar el Centenario, no?
Martín regresa con un libro recién comprado en una mano y un cigarrillo listo para ofrendarse como señal de paz en la otra. El muchacho moreno no replica de inmediato, solo fija sus pupilas castañas sobre los altos ángeles decapitados o a punto de caer de sus pedestales; con sus alambres al
The dead man, who came backThe dead man, who came back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this poem is inspired by WiseKumagoro The dead man, who came back and holds his heart in a cage.
The dead man, who came back and holds his heart in a cage i have no name just pain that is me left inside you were my heart but now u are gone i lovedyou but no longer my life is fleeing my skin is growing pail ever since you gave gone i loved you and i am nothing with out you i have diedd feelingthe greatest pain and pleasure love
my caurse is my heart my caurse is my love they fall for you just to watch you die in my arms time and time again so i can die knowing lose my heart is my caurse so i will lock it away in a cage
An Interview With Gods n DanteAn Interview With Gods n Dante5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
1. So in your opinion, are you Uke or seme?
that wasn't he question.
I'm seme in my opinion. cos I have a penis that is the size of my age
i feel like i should be seme but sometimes i donno.
I'm a bottom seme. that likes to cry after we make love
i cry while we make love
because it was beautiful, not cos gods abuses me during,
2. Where you originally into men, or did your significant other whip that out of you? [lol, whip]
yooou must whip it!
12 O'clok12 O'clok4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stay Still, Hold Up, Just Watch.
Round Goes The Clok.
Round It Goes.
Run Does The Mouse.
The Tik And The Tok Of The Clok.
Here We Go, Lets Leave, 12 O'clok
The LaundromatWish-wash, wish-washThe Laundromat5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The swirls of the laundry machine
I stare and I wonder
What does it feel like,
to be trapped within a laundry machine?
Does it wash out your sins,
Like it washes out dirty stains?
Is it like the great storm told of in Noah's ark?
Does it purge the smelly evil of your dirty clothes?
And the dryers...
Is this how the flames of Hell feel like?
Are they here to burn away
what could not be washed?
Could it be that this is the final step
in the banishment of evil?
The soaked evil wolf that went into the dryer,
now comes out a dry fluffy lamb...
92-All That I Have92-All That I Have.92-All That I Have4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've given everything I have to this... this crazy crusade. Three years of my life I've wasted on this. Three whole years. Years I could have spent being normal, getting a girl, getting a regular job, getting a degree, making something of myself. Three spoiled years, like a pile of rotting cabbages just sitting around fouling up the air. I'm only twenty-three and I feel like I've lived enough lifetimes to fill a nursing home. Even if I could keep living, I wouldn't know what to do with all of this time. So much empty time that just sits, heavy on my hands, like someone sent me a package by mistake.
I have nothing to do with all of it, just sit on my old ragged gray couch and listen to the silence go by and the clock tick until I feel like throwing something at that stupid old painting of the old woman who stares at me across the room all day. At that point, I stomp out of the house in my boots, making as much noise as I want for once and I walk for blocks and blocks