Hospital Jello c1 ::AU ZADR::Hospital Jello c1 ::AU ZADR::7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A scowl crossed the face of the green skinned youth as he walked the halls of the community hospital with his trainer while tuning out a good part of what she said to think on how ugly the color white was. So blindingly boring and easily stained, which is why he wore dark red colored nursing outfits which contrasted neatly with his skin though often tempted people to make Christmas jokes.
Whatever Christmas was.
He turned back in about the time the nurse he was training under ONCE AGAIN warned him that he was only there as a student in training and was under no circumstances alowed to administer any sort of drugs to patients.
'So basically I'm going to be playing maid to a bunch of germy sick people.' He wanted to complain but thought better of it. He was here to do a job and if playing maid was how he was going to do it then play maid he would.
Anything to please The Almighty Tallest, add yet another territory to the Irken Empire, and to go down in history as the greatest irken
Pairings :UUPairings :UU3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I got bored, so i'mma list out all the pairings I ship in South Park. :U
I may add more later if I forget Okay. And don't get mad if I don't ship one of your
favorite pairings, alright. This is just my opinion, everyone has their own. Some of these
MAY be crack too, LOL so whatevs.
Thats all I remember for now. LOL
Edward x Jacob 'Part One'Despite the drizzle from the previous night, it was settling and becoming a pleasant day in La Push. Jacob was tempted to walk on the beach once more, but that offered for too much thinking time. No, he knew he had to keep his mind occupied and try not to think of them. It would work out for him in the end, he just had to remind Bella of what she knew was true.Edward x Jacob 'Part One'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though, with that leech it was turning out to be far more difficult than he had expected. Once again, Bella had been conveniently busy.
Dont tell me, making wedding plans with the bloodsuckers?
Actually, for your information, Im not even seeing Edward until later. Im going over to Angelas house.
Jacob was actually surprised that the two werent connected together as usual. Almost constantly, he would hear Bella sighing or not listening to him because of the filthy leech beside her, doing God knows what as they were on the phone. Jacob always seethed with anger but cou
The Truth About Self-InjuryThe Truth About Self-Injury9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Table of Contents
· How Many People Self-Injure?
· What are the Problems a Self-Injurer faces?
· Why Would Someone Self-Injure?
· If Someone Tells You They Self-Injure
· If the Self-Injurer Wants Treatment
· What Not To Do
· Self-Injury Awareness
This report will discuss three main questions: How many people self-injure, what are the problems a self-injurer faces, and why would someone self-injure. It will focus on self-injury in North America, as most of the statistics are American or Canadian. Self-injury is commonly split into three categories: psychotic, organic, and typical. The majority of self-injurers are in the typical category, so the report will focus on it. The following list gives a brief description for each category.
· Psychotic: Self-injury that usually occurs during an extreme psychosis caused
Mix and Match pt. 211. JealousMix and Match pt. 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wheatley would have liked to think he kept a lot of his emotions in check. His co-workers on the other hand would laugh out loud and then say "oh wait, you're serious." Okay, so he was a man who let his emotions drive him rather than his head (which could explain why so many things that seemed like a good idea at the time caught fire...), but he was okay with that. There wasn't anything wrong with feeling like singing whenever you saw the woman he loved or dancing down the halls after she kissed him on the lips. Nope, nothing wrong with that at all (unless your name happened to be Galanos Atlas, who saw Wheatley's emotionally driven nature to be incredibly naïve).
The Bristolian was walking down one of the halls that lead from the main office, one of the interns had asked him to deliver something to the Technology department since he was going in that direction anyway (his and Chell's relationship was pretty common knowledge by this point)
"So anyway beautiful,
USUK - I Hate You pg. 13"Nngh "USUK - I Hate You pg. 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
England slowly forced his tired eyes open. Light immediately blinded him and he closed his eyes again, groaning. He put a hand over his eyes and tried opening them again. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, recognizing it as his own, when a face suddenly blocked his vision.
"Why, hello there! Finally decided to wake up, did you?" said a cheery voice. England almost fell out of the bed he hadn't even realized he was lying in.
"Wha Who ?" He sat up, ignoring the slight pain in his back, and got a good look at the owner of the voice. "A-Ah !" He rubbed his eyes and looked again. No, he was not hallucinating. The Thing, the source of all his previous trouble and misery, was standing in front of him Grinning. Not that sarcastic, arrogant grin it had had before, but a sincere, happy grin. It was quite creepy.
"B-But you ! I...! What's going on here?" England demanded shakily. It chuckled good-naturedly.
"Hello, Arthur!" It extended a white, bony han
Valentine fun RuxGerDisclaimer and warning: I don't own Hetalia. Warning for slightly boyxboy. Read at own risk and have a happy Valentine's Day.Valentine fun RuxGer4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Here, Germany." The scarf-wearing man hold out his hand, in which a red card was in. "Happy Valentine day!"
"Um, danke." The blond had no idea what to do, but to take the card. He eyed the card suspiciously, wondering slightly if there was some kind of trick to lure him into "becoming one with Russia".
"Do you like it?" The violet-eyed man asked curiously, tilting his head to the side.
"Uhm, yes, it's," Germany tried to find a word to describe the card. The card in itself was pretty and simple, with the text in Russian (but if he should guess, he would bet on Happy Valentine Day!) and a dark red heart. "Nice." He immediately realized he had used the wrong words as the Russian's expression turned into a gloomy one.
"Oh I see. Nice."
"I-I mean , really really sweet! Yes, sweet and thoughtful of you to give me a card." He almost sighed in relief a
GivingIt is Christmas Eve, 1935, and eight-year-old Renaud Corbet is not waiting for Père Noël. As the clock strikes two, he is still huddled next to the empty fireplace, waiting for his mother. She is working tonight, working for the promise she gave him of presents and a nice Christmas dinner. He wasn't able to tell her that he didn't need a special meal or a useless bauble, wasn't able to say that he wanted her to stay home. So now he waits, shivering in his threadbare pajamas, the tips of his ears and his nose bright red, as the clock strikes three, four, five. Finally, the door creaks open, and he leaps to his feet.Giving3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Joyeux Noël, Maman!" He chirps. The weary woman in the doorway blinks in surprise. Her cheeks are bright red and her lips are cracked, but her bright blue eyes seem unaffected by the cold.
"Renaud, mon cher, tu ne m'as pas attendue tout le soir? Pourquoi n'as-tu pas dormi?" Her voice is full of genuine concern as she asks if he waited for her all night, and w
Between the LinesTo the perverted twat who sits next to me,Between the Lines4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Yes, your desk is clean, okay? Now will you just stop vibrating the whole damn table? Unlike you, I actually have to work and achieve the grades I want. Also your blowing rubber remains onto my papers. Look, three words: fuck off.
. . . wait, that's two. Either way, just quit it and rethink your life over.
Your worst nightmare
To the girl who is smaller than the little infants in the school below us,
One: my desk is not clean! There are these ink stains that are creating marks on my work. Pah, you working? That'll be the day! All I've seen you do recently is gaze lovingly at our fifty-year-old teacher.
Two: learn to spell. It's TWO words, not three.
Roy Mustang who is not a perverted twat
To the jack-ass,
I don't care about your work. Go and sit in the corner alone where there are no ink stains, and think about kittens and other gay things.
Oh, and I do not gaze at that old man. Ew. He reminds me of you. Creeps me out.
Yes, I did s
Austria x Reader - Star Crossed Lovers Part 1Austria x Reader - Star Crossed Lovers Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
This story has been told many times ... but, nonetheless it is the most famous love story ever written ... our story begins with a feud between the Axis and the Allies. Their fights were violent and often led to the destruction of fair Verona ... one day, the Prince, Lovino, said that if the two feuding families fought again, the participants would lose their lives
"Come on, Roderich!" Gilbert said, laughing
Roderich sighed as he followed Gilbert into their house
"Come on, you're still not swooning over Elizabeta are you? Mein Gott, you need to forget her. She doesn't like you" He said, sitting on the sofa
Roderich joined him and sighed
"I ... I'm starting to realise that, Gilbert. Stop reminding me" He grumbled
"You worry too much. Hey! Vash got us a great opportunity to crash the Allies' party!" Gilbert said
"Really? ... Ja, I guess it could be fun" Roderich said
"The best part is, it's a costume p
Colours (Daryl x reader)Colours (Daryl x reader)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
The world you were living in was beautiful. All the places had their own, specific kind of beauty. It didn’t matter if it was a big dark city or high, colourful mountains. Every place has its own palette of colours. The place that you were currently in was painted was in the warm side of that palette. Oranges, yellows and reds- all shades of them. You thought that things that were painted in them were the most beautiful and breathtaking- until you started to hate everything that was red. That colour stopped to be warm. No, it was a cold, depressing colour. It took away everything you loved and cared for.
In the world that was filled with red you had to learn how to endure its presence. It was hard for you. Every death make your heart broke into a little pieces- mostly when you couldn’t stop it from happening. After days of looking for something that would ease your pain you finally found it in the colour that you always found pretty.
Orange- the colour of hope.
shadouge signs of loveWhen the Dark side (Eggman, Shadow, and Rouge) reach Prison Island, Shadow kind of smiles at Rouge.shadouge signs of love8 years ago in General More Like This
When Rouge is trapped inside a security hall area, she calls Shadow, and even admits to her failure, something very odd for her to do. Shadow then has a flash backs of Maria, his mind racing from maria's face and to Rouge. In turn perhaps Rouge reminds Shadow of Maria, but something made him save her, because he could had just taken the Emeralds without her.
Shadow saves Rouge from her death, along with the Emeralds.
Dr. Eggman in a unpleased tone says to them both "Where in the world have you been". In response, Rouge turns to Shadow saying, "Something happened", Shadow then covers for her saying, "Our threats fell on deaf ears". Notice he said "Our" when he was in no real danger.
Rouge shows Shadow the issue of project Shadow and she ends up saying "Even your memories might not be real you know". The way she says it, she has a bit of sympathy in her voice.
Rouge is also the first perso
The Atheist's BibleAnd the Lord said, "Well, to be quite honest, I think you're all rather delusional."The Atheist's Bible7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
HereWord: Chair.Here5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Mikey/ Don/ Mikey.
Warnings: Turtlecest, depression.
"I don't feel so good "
Donatello looked away from the blueprint he was working on, his dark eyes quickly scanning Mikey's body.
No wounds. No signs of illness.
Only tired, tired eyes.
Don put down his pen and got up from the chair, walked up to his brother and wrapped his arms around him.
Mikey shuddered and leaned in, a whimper escaping him.
"There, there " the olive green turtle murmured, rubbing his carapace as he did.
"Why does why must it be me?" Mikey whispered into Donatello's neck, unknowingly making his brother shudder.
"Because the world doesn't like us, and maybe your parents had it," Don leaned back a little from Mikey to look at his face, "though I don't think normal turtles have depression." He admitted and smiled a little.
Mikey bit his lip.
"I wanna be a normal turtle."
"Really? And leave me?"
Mike took a double-take at that; the slight tremble of Don's vo
Naranjas - Migulio"Hey," Tulio murmured offhandedly as he kicked the door of the casa he and his partner had been holing up in for the duration of their latest scam closed behind him and flopped into a seat, swinging his feet up on the table.Naranjas - Migulio4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey hey." Said partner replied flatly, not looking up from his cooking.
"What's with you?"
"Oh nothing, darling." A somewhat sour undertone began to surface as he began to decapitate his next vegetable. "How's Chel?"
Tulio arched an eyebrow from his place at the table, trying fruitlessly to catch a glimpse of the blonde's face.
"Chel? I went to the market, Miguel." He reminded him as if it were obvious, jiggling the oranges his partner had asked for before tossing them over.
"Huh. High demand for oranges?" he sniffed, raising a hand to catch the impending fruit.
He was cut off as Miguel slammed the knife down and whirled round to face him, folding his arms.
"For God's sake, Tuli, it's dark. You left this morning," his nose was wrinkled
UsUk FanficEngland knew that every time his ex-charge, America, came over, they would end up going to Mcdonalds. It was practically a tradition for the American. England would insist that his home cooking was delicious and they should just stay home and eat, but America thought otherwise. "Iggy, haven't you figured out you can't cook?" America said after England tried to feed him blackened mush that was supposed to be curry. England growled, hitting him with a wooden spoon. "I can bloody cook, idiot!" He had such a short temper. America winced as the wooden came into contact with his arm. Ow. He rubbed the sore spot. "Let's just go out to eat. I'll pay." America's snake blue eyes sparkled. England could only sigh and nod, unable to resist the American.UsUk Fanfic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine." Americ excitedly grabbed England's hand and dragged him from his home.
England facepalmed. "Why Mcdonalds?"
"Because their food is amazing!"
"It's greasy and salty!"
"Soooooo? It's good!"
England couldn't argue with him
Chelley: Mix and Match pt.11. HomeChelley: Mix and Match pt.14 years ago in Romance More Like This
They had always said "home was where the heart was," Chell felt like that saying could be best applied to her. Orphaned at birth, raised in a tiny little house as a member of a family of three who always seemed to have financial difficulties. Even though the roof leaked sometimes, the paint was starting to peel away, and the furniture was decades old, Chell had always felt that it was her home. As silly as it sounded, her new house in Cleveland, Ohio didn't start to really feel like home until Wheatley started visiting everyday after work.
Wheatley came from a big, happy family, as was evidenced by the photo album filled to the brim of pictures. It must have been nice, Chell thought to herself as she flipped another of the plastic-protected pages, to have brothers and sisters. Wheatley was the middle child in a family of five; two older sisters and two younger brothers, all of them much to Chell's amusement- had hair o
Drunken Mother Fucker part 5Drunken Mother Fucker part 54 years ago in Comedy More Like This
((warnig this fanfic contains yaoi that means boy x boy so if you dont like then dont read it DX))
Drunken mother fucker
*the next day England was early he was to used to getting up so early that he couldn't fall asleep again*
E: 'sigh' damn make up it takes bloody two hours to fix
AM: well, well, well, England you seemed to have a weary nice evening yesterday *leans against the door*
E: w-what!? N-no its n-no!
AM: HAHA! Calm down England im not gona crack up your mind and lock at your secrets *smiles*
E: . What?
AM: . HAHAHA!! Well I observd your little date yesterday and it lockt like it whent good
E: y-you stalked us!?
AM: no not stalked spyed well ANYWAY~! It lock promising!
E: you lit-! y-you really think so?
AM: yeah it lockt like he had fun talking to you
E: *smiles cutely* im so happy *giggles*
AM: ssh! I thougt I heard someone!
E: !? *sits down in panic and puts my feet up on the table*
F: good morning my fella comra
TDI: heathers taleGwen was sitting in her last period class; it was Monday so it would be a while before the weekend. Suddenly the bell rang and school was out.TDI: heathers tale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She grabbed her things and left.
She met up with Leshawna, Bridgette, Courtney and Lindsay.
She looked around and said wheres heather?
Leshawna shrugged and said we were gonna pick her up before school, but her mom said she just wasnt well enough to go to school.
Maybe she just got that bug thats been going around. Bridgette said.
Trent zoomed up on his motorcycle and he looked around and asked the same question Gwen did.
Courtney explained and Trent said Yeah, being sick, thats a bummer.
Then he got back on his motorcycle, revved it up, looked at Gwen, and said hop on babe. She did and they zoomed off.
The guys met up at Geoffs place and Trent managed to tell Noah that Heather was sick.
He cocked his eyebrow and the said she cant be, she looked
When I grow up I want to be...Sometimes I sit there in my roomWhen I grow up I want to be...7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I think what my life would be
If I was someone else for a day
If for once I wasnt me
Supposing I was Keith Moon
Breaking things for fun!
Id never rest or close my eyes
Not even when the day was done
I could be like one Joe Strummer
Left-wing all the way
Id try to make a difference
I want people to have their say
Maybe Id be Dan Treacy
Id have a poets hand
Id play more than just Part Time Punks
Be the hero of my indie land
I could even be Paul Weller
Thats the face Id want to be
Id be the height of fashion
All the mods would follow me!
What if I was John Ritchie
Or Sid Vicious as Id be known
You cant arrest me Im a rockstar!
Coolness to the bone
Id love to be Steve Marriott
Man, wouldnt that be cool!
Id sit there in Itchycoo Park
I might burn down my school
I could be Johnny Cash
The Man In Black theyd say
Singing about whats around me
Portal: Will there be none?Eight personality cores trying to bake a cake.Portal: Will there be none?4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The baker got incinerated and then there's seven.
Seven personality cores playing hide-and-seek.
The mute one was not seen again and then there's six.
Six personality cores looking for something.
One (curiously and accidently) activated the MASHY-SPIKE-PLATE,
Now there's five.
Five personality cores took a relaxation test.
One just can't take it easy and then there's four.
Four personality cores compare their IQ.
Since one was too smart for comfort, the number became three.
Three personality cores went on an adventure.
One trip on an (aperture science) explosive and then there's two.
Two personality cores looked at the stars and wish.
One core got his wish and then there's one.
One personality core, all alone
with a help of a human friend, took control of the facility
and got corrupted himself.
And then will there be none...?