Ways To Drive Itachi Nuts*~WAYS TO DRIVE ITACHI NUTS~*Ways To Drive Itachi Nuts7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1.) Address him as Weasel or Sir Weasel
2.) Steal his purple nail polish and replace it with red nail polish
3.) Read a yaoi story about him, out loud, in front of him...and the other akatsuki members.
4.) Hide cameras in his room to watch his nightly activities
5.) If you run out of tape, record over it with one of Peins videos. Then blame Itachi.
6.) Tell Itachi, Deidara is naked in the swimming pool waiting for him, when actually Hidan and Kakuzu are screwing each other there.
7.) Tell him you found his long lost brother. *holds up a weasel*
8.) If he says that is not his brother, correct yourself and say, Oh, my mistake. Its your mom.
9.) Proceed to run away. If you are too slow, bring out a mirror and show it infront of his face. Hopefully, he will be stopped by his beauty or he might accidentally sharingan himself >.> (not my fault)
10.) Tape pictures of Deidaras face on top of naked men bodies the
MY TRAUMA TEAM REVIEW. MINE.MY TRAUMA TEAM REVIEW. MINE.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Trauma Team Review
This medicine is sweet but just a bit bitter
The Trauma series of video games (no, not based off the TV show) first kicked off when Atlus, maker of absurdly hard games such as the Shin Megami Tensei games (guaranteed to make you scream at your TV), released Trauma Center: Under the Knife for the Nintendo in late 2005. And as strange as it may sound, it is a surgery game best described as "sci-fi medical fantasy where you laser the crap out of evil mutant parasite-virus-thingies". Yet somehow, from that game on it only got harder and stranger with a sequel on the same platform and both a remake and an entirely new game on the Wii. Trauma Team, released on May 18, 2010, is the latest addition to the games and features six different medical fields instead of just surgery; however, the game itself is easily just as weird. It's a great game overall, with (mostly) solid controls, nice artistic direction, and a decent plot
Why Boredom is DangerousWhy Boredom is Dangerous13 years ago in Humor More Like This
WHY BOREDOM IS DANGEROUS
The following is a list of things to do when you are bored. I do not give permission nor can I be held responsible if you so choose, to do anything on this list,
1. Wax the ceiling
2. Buy cheese
3. Drop your cat from a high place, to see if it really does land on all four feet
4. Repeat above until failure
5. Load Snood onto a friends computer
6. Sharpen your teeth
7. Do the magician saw a box trick with your sister
8. Wash behind your ears
9. Clean and polish your belly button
10. Ask people if they want to see your belly button treasure
11. Wash a tree
12. Flirt with an evergreen
13. Find a male
14. Mail him
15. Knight yourself and some close friends
16. Complain about your nose hurting
17. Give your cat a Mohawk
19. Mow your carpet
20. Rake your carpet (to clean up the clippings, of course)
22. Play all your cds backwards
23. See if any of them say anything scary
24. Dress up in a cow
How To Make...Scrambled Eggs in a BeakerHow To Make...4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Ingredients (serves 4)
8 x 60g free-range eggs
80ml (1/3 cup) milk
1/4 tsp salt
15g (3 tsp) butter
1. Crack the eggs into the beaker. This is best done by first cracking each egg, one at a time. Add milk and salt. Measure the milk carefully, as cooked egg will only hold a certain amount of liquid and too much will cause the egg to "weep" moisture. Use a fork(Or in Dr. Cunningham's case, anything to stir with besides a pen or pencil that is sterile) to whisk the egg mixture lightly until the ingredients are just combined. The eggs should be mixed through evenly to ensure a consistent yellow without streaks of egg white (which will result in white streaks through the cooked eggs).
2. There is one main rule when cooking scrambled eggs: do not cook on heat that is too high, as this will cause the eggs to stick to the pan and become flaky and dry. Heat the butter in a medium, deep
101 Questions about yer OC[101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your Character]101 Questions about yer OC6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Must be in OCs POV)
Character: Jasper Follett (Pronounced Foy-yet....or Fole-let if you don't wanna be fancy...or Fole-yet if you wanna be semi-fancy...)
Affiliation: An inmate at the Von Freid Asylum for the Criminally Insane, a major villain in the city of Chicago (I know, not too exciting. I'll change it eventually.)
From what game/anime/manga/WORK 'O LITERATURE: Shades of Insanity by Yours truly ;D
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
Jasper Nicholas Follett, but around here they call me 77263. Inmate. 77263. Haha!
The city newspaper has dubbed me "The Black Death"...On account of how I used to ravage the city during the midnight hours and... how I killed people in the most grisly of ways, haha. Those newspaper folk are quite creative, wouldn't you agree?
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
I am 43 years old. I was born on.....October 24
Portal 2: Lament For TwoSometimes I look to Heaven,Portal 2: Lament For Two4 years ago in Romance More Like This
And then I think of you.
I wonder if you look down to Hell,
And spare a thought on me.
What is it like to drift there, weightless,
With angles to keep you safe?
What is it like to sleep amongst the stars,
And wake cloaked in stellar dew?
Do you sketch the constellations?
Do you chart how the cosmos move?
Do you ever dream of how Hell was?
Do you ever wish you hadn't left?
I didn't get to say farewell to you,
As Hell pulled me back inside.
I didn't get to apologize,
For the times I let you down.
I should have listened,
When you told me what to do.
I should have caught you,
When you put your trust in me.
I should have loved you then,
As I find I love you now.
Now we are worlds apart,
And I can only sit and wonder.
My mind often drifts back to you,
As I wander fields that bear your name.
DepressionDepression isn't waking up one day and feeling like your world is going to end. It's waking up most days and feeling the world collapse in. Slowly suffocating you in your own sadness until you can do little more than lie in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity.Depression11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Some people don't get as far as the wallowing, and some people stay there forever. I'm trying to break free but it's not as easy as it seems.
When you're down, everyone says to you "Have you seen a doctor?" "Have you tried anti-depressants?"
I wonder if those people ever tried working their way through the system. Being passed from person to person like a mess nobody wants to deal with. That's how I feel. I 've seen 6 people, so far who claim that they can help me, and the people increase every week.
They claim that the medication will work, that I should have counseling, that I should try to "See the light at the end of the tunnel". If you've ever been down, it's the last thing you want to hear. Did anyone ever tell a moth
All of Enternity Vamp!Russia x ReaderAll of Eternity Vamp!Russia x ReaderAll of Enternity Vamp!Russia x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I've been walking around these woods for hours. How the fudge cakes am I suppose to get out of here?!?"
Hello my name is __________ ___________. I've recently been sent off to the forest by the villagers of my home to get rid of some strange beast that live here within our forest. You see I'm our village's exorcist and I ward off any being of bad signs or monsters from hell. For the past couple of days now the young kids that came to play in the forest has come and made complaints to me saying the keep hearing some strange noise something like a "kolkol" sound. Whatever that was.
So now I'm aimlessly lost in our forest with no food or water. Not even a source of light since it was getting darker out.
Just flipping great. Now what? I still haven't even found what was making that sound and it's kind of freaking me out now. Well then I'll just keep walking until I see something.
Arthur in the middle pt.3Arthur in the middle pt.33 years ago in Settings More Like This
Alfred sighed as he flopped onto the bed in the dorm room he was staying in. His roommate Kiku Honda, who came from Japan a couple years ago, wasn't there at the moment and Alfred could only figure that he was still in a class.
Alfred couldn't stop thinking about Arthur, he was the only thing on the American's mind these days.
When Alfred told his brother and his parents that he was finally in love, they were so excited. When Alfred told them that he was in love with a guy, his dad didn't necessarily like that.
When Alfred was younger, that's when he first came out to his parents, and his father didn't take kindly to that information. Alfred wasn't yet eighteen when he told his parents that he was gay, so his father didn't kick him out just yet.
When Alfred was sixteen, Mathew and their mom came back to America to live with Alfred and their father. Alfred was happy to finally have his brother with him after everything he went through.
When Alfred finally turned eighteen,
APH: Of Cakes and OvensBeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!APH: Of Cakes and Ovens5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The oven chimed shrilly as Austria finished pouring his cake batter into the lightly greased cake pan. He always felt more at ease when he was in the kitchen doing something or another, but mostly baking cakes. That would be a normal case any other day, except...
"Hey Prisstria! Is it done yet?!" Austria sighed, wiping his forehead on his shoulder. Only one voice was that obnoxious, that loud, and that gruff at the same time.... "Kesesese~!"
"Prussia," Austria said stiffly, his hands clenching the batter bowl tightly. "I've just finished pouring the batter. And don't call me that." Austria was rather used to the silverette's name calling, but no matter how many times he told him to stop, Prussia never stopped teasing the Austrian man.
"Aww!" Prussia pouted, sticking out his lower lip. He swiftly swiped his finger in the bowl Austria was on the verge of shattering, much to the other man's chagrin. He smirked as he tasted the batter; deliciou
Arthur x Reader: Fish 'n' chips~Note: You are married to Arthur and Alfred and Matthew are your children!Arthur x Reader: Fish 'n' chips~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Don't hate me because your married to Arthur and have 2 kids....it's just the story wouldn't work if I didn't!
"Now the two of you have a nice romantic meal~ since these two arrived you haven't had a chance to go out~" Francis smiled and began to literally shove you and Arthur out the door.
"Thanks again, Francis," You said gratefully and waved bye to Alfred and Matthew. "I hope they behave." Arthur glared down at a certain little boy with an odd cowlick and electric blue eyes.
"Oui, Oui they'll be fine!" Francis once again gently pushed the both of you out, into the freezing March night. You waved and linked arms with Arthur.
He brought you to the local pub. You sa
Sunlight Spirit ch.1Sunlight SpiritSunlight Spirit ch.15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warning: MPREG, Yaoi, and many other things I cannot think of right now since I am lazy, also it is late right now XD
A/N I just adore this couple in the Junjou Romantica series, <3 NowakiXHiroki forever! I did not like this couple at first because of a misunderstanding on my part (Since I thought that Hiroki and Misaki were the same person, how stupid was that! >.
Oh, to Be a BirdOh, to be a bird,Oh, to Be a Bird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying above the trees.
I envy you, my feathered friend.
Your very soul must soar high with you,
Out of reach of those who would dare ground such hope.
For that is what you are, little angel.
To us who are bound to the Earth and the seas,
You are hope.
We look to you, my friend.
Fly free, for in our hearts we follow you,
A symbol of all we hold dear in this life.
Oh, to be free as a bird.
In my heart, that is all I wish to be.
You Are My LifeYou mean the world to me,You Are My Life2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Youre the only one I see in my dreams,
Me and you are meant to be,
Whenever I see you, all I can do is scream,
I cant stop thinking about you,
I admire everything you do.
I want to see you night and day,
Me and you understand each other,
You are the one, thats all I can say,
One day after another,
Youre always on my mind,
Your voice is so soft, gentle and kind.
50. Breaking The RulesWise men said don't question50. Breaking The Rules2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything you are told
take some things for granted
But I wonder, I wonder-
Why, why why
Do you always abuse me like this?
Making me a monster and its victim
Without ever asking me before
Just a lyrical I, that's all I am
But you never ask what I want to be
instead I am a projection of you,
And your twisted fantasies
And those strange realities
sometimes I am you
sometimes what you want to be
sometimes something else
but I am never me!
Read, my writer dear,
You let me live through your hell
And show me your heaven
But I don't want that anymore
You never asked for me, not even now
You let me complain without
Knowing what I have to say
And instead of adressing me
You always talk to the reader
So I'll leave, my writer dear
I need a break-
Where is it gone?
How could it leave?
Oh, so lost, so lost Im-
Perfect poetry is all that's left.
Without the main character
How shall the work get a soul?
How can an artist draw
When the faces don't show up?
So how can t
Missing You - Lisa C.I saw him again.Missing You - Lisa C.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tears trailed down my face.
I promised myself I wouldn't cry.
No matter what.
But seeing him brought back everything.
The pain, the happiness, the sadness.
He froze as he saw me crying.
I tried to smile, but I couldn't.
There were too many memories.
I never wanted to let him go.
But I knew it was for the best...
I wanted him to comfort me.
But the way things ended...
I knew he wouldn't.
I didn't care anymore.
I threw my arms around him, shocking him.
He wrapped his arms around me.
"Gabe...I missed you."
"I missed you too."
The legend of the Silvertear lakeOnce upon a time, in years beyond our own, a dragon of the Timekeepers flight fell in love with a mortal woman. Her hair was the colour of sunlight, her lips like a rose in bloom, and her eyes rivalled the midnight sky.The legend of the Silvertear lake3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But their love could not be, for no dragon may love a mortal, and no mortal will ever live long enough to share a dragons life.
Yet, they met in secret under the weeping willows, pledging their undying love under the moon, and for just a few hours, he made time stand still.
As years passed by and mortality withered her beauty like the leaves of autumn, the dragon decided to stop time eternally so his love would never die. He travelled through dreams, through time, through life itself to find the means to end all times. But his brethren had learned of his love, and of his madness, and they ended his flight, chaining him to the bonds of the earth. Cast out from his flight he sought refuge with his loved one and lived by her side, eternally young, watching as she withered
Virgin FallFall was bornVirgin Fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dressed in golden colours
She became independent
Nourished by the cold glow of the sun
Losing her leaves as well as her soul.
She was not welcomed
Shunned out behind closed windows
Embraced those who came to her
Losing her leaves as well as her soul.
Golden, red and withered leaves
Stole the last defiant green from her eyes
Dancing alone, whirling leaves for her dress
Caressed by the frozen hands of King Winter
She lost her leaves as well as her soul.
America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 8.Note: A few curse words are used.America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 8.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"He kissed you? Alfred Jones fucking kissed you?!" Arthur screamed, waving his arms in the air out of frustration.
You stood up on your toes to cover his mouth, his height towering over yours. People had their heads turned, staring questioningly at the two of you.
Arthur's face was red, his bushy eyebrows knotted into two hard lines. When you released your hand, the Brit blurted out, "that bastard!"
"Don't smirk at me __________," he snapped, "this is ridiculous! He didn't even ask for permission!"
"Well he was kind of drunk," you explained in a small voice, "and, I mean, it was Alfred, he doesn't ask for permission to do anything."
Arthur glared at you, his mouth half open and expression harsh, "you're not mad at him? How can you not be mad at him? Don't tell me you like him now!"
"Arthur—" you tried yet again to explain.
"Don't Arthur me," the Brit was paranoid.
"I don't think I like him Arthur,
~:Little!DenmarkxLittle!Reader Teaser:~“Hey, what are you doing?” a little boy who looked to be no older than eight asked a (h/c) haired girl on the playground at school one day. The girl, who was seven years old, looked up from the necklace she was beading and smiled at the boy. The boy had spiky blonde hair that was mostly parted on one side of his head and sparkling blue eyes. He wore a red t-shirt with a white cross on the front, white shorts and red converses. With his hands on his hips, he stared intently at the craft in her hands. The young girl gave a soft giggle as she held up the almost finished necklace.~:Little!DenmarkxLittle!Reader Teaser:~3 years ago in Drama More Like This
“It’s a necklace I’m making, Mathias. My mother taught me how to make them,” you said, confidence laced in your voice. You were quite proud at how your first necklace was coming along, and you couldn’t wait to start on more. You were doing this for many reasons, but your biggest reasons for doing this was so you could impress Mathias you’re your talent. Y
Parent!RussiaXTeacher!ReaderYou sat in the classroom on a rainy day, it was October 9th, and your students had recently turned in a math quiz. It was simple, well of course it was simple to you since you were the teacher. The classroom was quiet, minus the radio that was sitting on your desk playing songs that you blocked out with thoughts.Parent!RussiaXTeacher!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You heard the rain pick up outside and the wind howl, you did what you always did. You just ignored it. As the rain continued outside, you flipped your (h/c) hair over your shoulder and continued to grade tests.
"A... b... b plus... c..." You mouthed the words under your breath as your pencil and hand worked away to grade the tests.
All the grading was going good, until you reached Johnny's. Johnny wasn't necessarily the smartest kid, per say. He lacked the average intelligence that most kids in 3rd grade should require throughout their schooling. You sighed, all the simple questions had sloppily written answers that were all wrong, showing no attempt in figuring them out. And
A little change.:Papa!LatviaXChibi!Reader:.ch2You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen with a yawn and looked up at your Papa who was cooking breakfast.A little change.:Papa!LatviaXChibi!Reader:.ch22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good morning (name), how did you sleep?" He asked setting down a plate of (fav/breakfast) and smiled at you.
"Good papa, you?" You asked biting into your breakfast.
"Good too, after your finished and washed up we'll go out and get you some things." He said sitting down and eating his food.
You soon finished and he had cleaned you up and the two of you were off. He held you hand and you noticed that he was shaking a bit, you smiled up at him and he stopped a bit. The two of you were off to the small clothing shops.
Your papa took you into the first shop and told you to pick some things you liked.
You walked around the store while your papa was at the cashier waiting for you. Thankfully all the clothes were in racks that you could reach. You found a couple clothes that seemed like they would fit and walked over to your papa.
"All done (name)?" He asked taking the few outfits
Letters from a Britannia Angel-UK x Reader x USA 1Letters from a Britannia Angel-UK x Reader x USA 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Letters from a Britannia Angel
England x Reader x America
Ach! You were late! You’d forgotten exactly how or when you had fallen asleep, but that was beside the point. The clock blinked 4:53 pm on its digital face, and your date with Alfred was at 5. How in the world were you going to make it to the park across town in seven minutes? At least you were already dressed in your (favorite color) blouse and a pair of dark blue jeans. You quickly threw on some makeup, put up half your hair in a sloppy, but oddly good-looking bun, grabbed your black windbreaker, and scrambled out the front door of your house, and into your parent’s car.
As you drove, your feelings of anxiety began to grow. Even though Alfred wasn’t the type to get angry about showing up late, it still bothered you when you were. You had been dating Alfred for a while, and known him since childhood, when he began attending your elementary school. His parents moved around a lot for
Cursed-2 [America x Reader x 2p America]CursedCursed-2 [America x Reader x 2p America]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
America x Reader x 2p America
Not the Same
"Its Fred you dumb bitch." Those words rattled through your mind as you lie there looking up at the brunette. Your thoughts reeled quickly as you tried to plan an escape from this so-called "Fred".
"O-ok F-Fred...Sorry..." You softly apologized, "Um...can...I g--"
"NO!" Fred shouted, his crimson eyes filled with anger, "You came here on your own stupid will, so you're stuck here...with me."
You slightly panicked, this definitely wasn't your friend Alfred anymore. No, this was like a whole new person entirely. There was no way you'd be able to reason with him in his current state.
In an attempt to bring him back to his senses, you took a long, deep breath and sighed before looking him dead in the eye, mustering up all of your strength and saying; "Alfred F. Jones, get off right now. I'm not playing around."
The crimson-eyed brunette just smirked darkly.
"Ah. Ah. Ahhh." He