The Way Toph Sees ItThe Way Toph Sees ItThe Way Toph Sees It6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't get why everyone was so mad.
"I mean, they argue all the time. And not mean arguing, either. It's that 'Pay Attention to Me!' kind of arguing, the kind that sounds more like teasing. You know, what's the word? FLIRTATIOUS!! That's the one. They were always so flirtatious.
"And, it's not like I had the visual clues anyone else would have. I don't know nothing about eye color, or hair color, or skin tone, or facial structure, or any of that junk. Well, I guess I would know about faces, but I wasn't about to be asking to put my hands all over their mugs when we had just met. It's not polite, you know? So all that evidence went out the door.
"And, I mean, I didn't get out much. I didn't know what lovers acted like, or what siblings acted like, because honestly I'd never had friends, never mind boyfriends, and unless my parents were really good at keeping secrets, I didn't have any brothers or sisters. So, cut me a little slack, right?
"Anyway, if things
ST - Cadet with Dubious MoralsPairing: Kirk/SpockST - Cadet with Dubious Morals5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genres: AU/AR, romance, humour
A general warning for the whole story is that English is not my first language, so there will be typos and grammar errors. I apologize. Also, I don't own Star Trek, nor do I make any profit off of this. It's all for fun and creativity.
A/N: This...was for the lulz. It's a bit OOC and not very believable, but I had fun writing it.
(How Spock met Jim) Cadet with Dubious Morals
Spock stared at his PADD for an additional 1.2 minutes before surveying the occupants of the public shuttle a second time. Illogical, since upon his first thorough observation he had not encountered anything suspicious, but he had been unable to curb the initial reaction of startled confounded curiosity.
There, on his 2.3 months old PADD, on which he had been pursuing the latest science articles published in his preferred prescribed j
As the Moon________________________________________As the Moon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As The Moon
He should know. Undeniably, irrefutably, down to his very bones, he should know. After all, he's been in the guy's head, for Christ sakes.
But. He's never said it. Not once. And even though he's Captain Awesomepants, and the whole universe is his playground those psychologists have something right. Cause after a couple decades of being told that no matter who your daddy is, you aren't going to be anything but a little shit, it kind of wears on your self-esteem.
Read: Jim doesn't have any. Oh, sure, he's great at bluffing it, at presenting a cocky attitude to anyone who cares to look in his direction. But inside? A squishy center of insecurity wrapped in dozens of layers of Awesomeness.
He does have a reputation, after all. He had to earn it someway. So, okay, he's not completely insecure but when it comes to matters of feelings, and how people feel about him? As in, do they like
Washing With WaterShooting blanksWashing With Water7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and shitty whisky
Tulio and Miguel Drabble 3The two young ten year olds turn a corner in an alley-way, escaping from the huge sailors they tricked. Tulio panted, trying to catch his breath. Miguel was doing the same but sniffling.Tulio and Miguel Drabble 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Miguel, shh! They'll hear you!" Tulio whispered to his friend.
Miguel pouted and wiped his wet eyes. He hated running away from whoever they were stealing from. They were usually faster and mean and strong. Miguel rubbed his wounded arm, sniffling again.
"Miguel, don't be such a baby." Tulio scolded, rolling his eyes.
"My arm hurt and I'm tired." Miguel whispered, sniffling.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Tulio asked, glaring.
Miguel wibbled and turned away from Tulio. Tulio's glare turned into a sadden frown and he sighed, rolling his eyes. He hated it when Miguel cried. "Hey, c'mon. Your arm's not that bad. Don't cry, Miguel."
"You're being mean to me." The little blond boy whined, wiping his tears with his dirty sleeve.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry for being mean to you. Now stop crying. Please?"
Those Eyes Are A Stranger'sTitle: Those Eyes Are A Stranger'sThose Eyes Are A Stranger's4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fandom: Star Trek (2009 reboot)
Note: This is a bit of a character study and I whipped it up extremely quickly. But I hope you like it anyway.
I have not been looking long when I find my target. My younger self.
He is not looking at me, he is watching the captain and the helmsman being silly, almost smiling at their antics. But he senses me as I approach and looks up. He opens his mouth to say something, but rethinks whatever it was and closes it again.
I nod to him once, glance over and Jim and then speak in a lower tone. "I came to warn you." As true as that statement is, we both know I had come to look at Jim from afar.
The younger Spock frowns. "Yes?" he says.
I pause for a moment before speaking. "I know how you feel about Jim," I say.
He glances at Jim and then looks back at me, his eyes betraying his confusion.
"Do not let him go long without knowing this. Take
ChoiceChoice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think I would choose this?
In a way, you may be right.
I chose to face your hatred and prejudice head-on.
I chose to turn my back on society's norms.
I chose to acknowledge that I'm never going to be normal.
I chose to ignore the pressure coming at me on all sides:
"You're just faking it to get attention, you slut."
"What, you couldn't just come out? Afraid or something?"
"You're just confused, hun. Eventually, you'll find a nice boy..."
I chose to risk losing everyone I ever cared for.
I chose to get weird looks from my peers.
I chose to throw out my chances of having equal legal standing.
I chose to stand up and demand equality.
I chose to live my life as I see fit.
I chose to love who I want, regardless of anyone else's opinion.
I chose to allow myself to be me.
But I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of being told this whole thing was a choice.
I'm sick of being told that I'm going to Hell.
I'm sick of having to fight to gain your respect.
I'm sick of being looked down on.
I'm sick of the
StarTrek: KS ValentineVignetteStarTrek: KS ValentineVignette4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Happy Valentine's day, Spock.'
Spock cocked an eyebrow, looking quizzical.
'What logic is there in St Valentine's Day?' he asked. 'If one loves, surely one loves all the year round. One does not need a special day to prove it.'
Kirk smiled wryly, producing a wrapped parcel from behind his back. A single red rose lay on top of the dark paper.
'Then I guess this is illogical?' he asked with a sliver of regret in his voice.
Spock's gaze became introspective as he picked up the long-stemmed rose between his fingers, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
'My mother grew these in her sheltered garden on Vulcan,' he said, caressing the petals softly with one fingertip. 'I remember my father presenting her with one on the morning of February 14th, once '
He looked up, a shade seeming to drop across his eyes.
'That was long ago,' he said, dismissing the memory from his mind.
He took the parcel from Kirk's outstretched hand and unwrapped the
The StarsYou ran away, you wretch, until The StarsThe Stars6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rose up like embers in the sky to cast
their fury down on you, a glare to melt
your will, to slow your gait, to wear upon
your mind, for you have stuck a thorn in mine.
Forgive? You jest - I shame myself, but no,
I wholly find myself unable to.
Your cowardice and lack of care for life,
you thief! do pray we never meet for then,
O, then you will feel fire from my eyes.
So innocent She was, so fine and young.
The Stars shone from Her deep brown eyes, Her laugh
melodic, sweet. She shined Her radiance
upon the world to brighten it, bring peace.
She knew She was with child, as did I;
but you, of course, knew no such thing, nor did
you care the night you chose to drive away,
you coward, bolting once you struck my dear.
The Stars have faded since that night so ill,
save gazing from above reminding us.
Now pale, and cold, The Stars live in my heart.
Please Hear What I'm TryingPlease Hear What I'm Trying5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wearing that red and white jacket down the hallways made him feel powerful. Being a football player on a losing team didn't brand you a Lima Loser, but it was higher than being in AV club and all those other geeky clubs. It was a sense of security, a guarantee that no one would mess with you. And the fact that putting others down to make yourself better isn't bad either. He's not as dumb as he comes off. Book learning and all that stuff that won't do any good in a few years just isn't his thing. But when it comes to emotions, he knows he's bullying to make himself feel better. He doesn't care what guidance counselors would say to that, they're all messed up too, just look at that freak germophobe that keeps googly-eying that married Spanish teacher.
So making fun of others helped him, be it putting that wheelchair kid in the portapotty or slushying that annoying Berry. Things were going well, he'd been at this for a year of high school, and the new year had just begun. Nothi
Of Course You Would Pt 1 "...It's not like we where trying to....but they just didn't seem to under stand that we just....can you believe that..."Of Course You Would Pt 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hmm? Oh um yes Miguel, yeah ok."
"Tulio? Are you even listening? I mean if i'm talking to much-."
"No no no, i'm listening just, keep uh keep going" the raven haired man twirled his hand along trying to distract the blond, and rev him back into his mind numbing rambling.
Miguel eyed him for a moment "Oh, well then, um-...like I was saying Altivo fell into a hole before we left we might want to get him out, I threw some grapes down there, but then I realized they weren't grapes but poison snakes,...what do you think?"
"Yeah, exactly...completely agree with you" the other muttered again nodding, his blue eyes staring distantly out in front of him.
"mmhhhmm that's what I thought, what are thinking about!?"
he smirked taking a few bouncing steps so that he was walking in-fro
Seven MinutesSeven MinutesSeven Minutes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Beta - astuta
Rating: PG-13 (for language and UST)
Author's Notes: My first Glee fic! *bites nails* A huge thank you to astuta for the beta. *glomps you*
Summary: Kurt and Puck get stuck playing a game. (Kurt/Puck - Oneshot)
Word Count - 934
Kurt sighed and fixed his hair for the third or fourth time in almost as many minutes. Why me? How long had they been in here already? Why couldn't it have been Finn in here with me? Sure, it would be awkward, but it wouldn't be this awkward. Then again... An aggravated sound escaped as he looked over at his companion. No, this was definitely worse.
"What are you doing?" Kurt's snippy voice broke the silence of the dark closet. Who's stupid idea was this again? It's like we're still in junior high! So passé. He glanced around at his amazing wardrobe. Thank god I have a walk-in clos
Old Friends"... which is why Pluto is no longer technically considered a planet," Ms. Frizzle concluded. "But really, anything that's big, round and orbits a star sounds pretty planetlike to me."Old Friends5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As if it had been waiting for her to finish, the end-of-the-day bell rang.
Amid the flurry of activity of kids getting their things together, she added, "And don't forget, there's a field trip next week!"
The class cheered as they made their way out the door.
Ms. Frizzle smiled and ran a hand through her wild red hair.
"What do you think, Liz?" she asked, turning to the lizard that lay lounging on her desk. "Is it time to take the Bus up into space again?
The lizard looked up at her. And grinned. "Why are you even asking? You know you've been wanting to take it back up for a long, long time."
Laughing, Ms. Frizzle started picking up to go home herself.
As she was just finishing getting her papers together, though, something made her stop.
My Chemical RomanceLove is chemicalMy Chemical Romance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A magnetic response
Forcing lies into our minds
So we continue living
Next to each other
We would've been extinct long ago
Even though I cannot stand you
I cannot bear to be around you
I cannot seem to escape
Something keeps me running back to you
I can't control myself
Nothing but a chemical
Keeps us dancing, romancing
Nothing but a chemical romance
A chemical love
On My Own-Prologue"In the rain the pavement shines like silverOn My Own-Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever"
All I can see in the downpour of rain is the gorgeous blue green eyes of Kurt Hummel. There is not one other person, from what I can see. It is just him and I. I run to him, and upon seeing that he is smiling I look around to see if there is in fact someone behind me. There is not. Why is Kurt smiling at me? I am nothing but awful to him, and I certainly do not deserve the sweet expression on his face.
I know when I finally reach where he is standing I can tell him my true feelings. I think I am falling in love with him. I know it's weird since I don't really know him, but there is just something about Kurt that makes me fall, and fall hard. Even though the chances are that he is going to push me away and think I am some kind of crazy maniac, for some reason I feel invincible.
I am now about a foot away from
For The Love Of A BrotherThe two young angels sat together, side by side. Tomorrow they would be separated for the first time, sent away to join their regiments. It was their duty, and neither of them begrudged their father for it. But the separation would be hard on both of them. Castiel leaned in, basking in the light of his brother.For The Love Of A Brother3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Bal... Will we still see each other?" He looked up, impossibly blue eyes that would shine through any vessel wide and innocent. Balthazar looked down into those eyes, and his heart melted.
"Of course we will," he promised, wrapping an arm tight around the younger angel. "Any time we're not in battle or on rotations, we can meet up." He linked his fingers through Castiel's. "I won't let them keep us apart." Castiel stared up at him adoringly, pressing himself closer to Balthazar's grace.
"Do you know where we'll be posted, Bal?" he asked, expecting his brother to know everything as always. Balthazar shrugged.
"I'm sure we won't be far apart. We might even be in the same unit." T
Tulio and Miguel Drabble 5Resting in their camp, Tulio and Miguel were on their backs on the hard dirt floor. Miguel was holding the small baby up, playing with him. The baby was giggling as Miguel laughed along. Tulio, on the other hand, was trying to think up a plan.Tulio and Miguel Drabble 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Unfortunately, they were running low in supplies and they needed to find a way to make more money. It's not really easy to try to con people when you're holding a baby as you throw loaded dice. Maybe if one of them goes into town as the other stays with the kid? But they usually do their cons together.
"Hey Tulio. Quit thinking so hard, you're going to hurt yourself, darling." Miguel said, smiling at Tulio as he laid the baby on his chest.
Tulio gave him a dry look and sarcastically laughed. Miguel chuckled and handed the baby over to Tulio. "Here, you play with Eugene. You need a break."
"And how is taking care of the baby exactly a "break", Miguel?" Tulio asked, grabbing the baby from Miguel.
Miguel shrugged. "Just play with him. He does enjoy
Hello, AgainYou scream goodbye foreverHello, Again6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I whisper hello again into your ear
This fire burns within me
It won't ever let you go
Breathe in deeply
It might be your last
You can never truly escape
From those that hold you close
So stop resisting
Take my heart and make it your own
It needs a new home
Repo The Genetic Opera RantRepo The Genetic Opera Rant7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Synopsis: All in all? A good show that needs to be seen or else it will die. Let me explain
Back in the good ol days of 2002, Darren Lynn Bousman directed a small little black box production of Repo! The Genetic Opera. It told the story of two very different families struggling with their dramatic and grimly erratic lives concerning the impending death of the CEO and founder of the company GeneCo, which produces synthetic and designer body parts subject to default remedies, one of them being repossession, set to the backdrop of a dystopian corporate ruled future.
Eventually, Bousmans script (a project separate from Repo!) was picked up by two young directors who helped him rework it to fit within a pre-defined universe of their making. Lo and behold, this became Saw II, which Bousman directed and made piles of cash off it. Lionsgate, the company behind the movie, insisted on giving Bousman another project to work on. He suggested Repo, but was turned dow
Story for a penny in a canStory for a penny in a can6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest.
Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except -
Not crows. Full fledged, "Morrigan-is-going-to-get-you-if-the-witches-don't" ravens all sitting on a single line. No surprise power went out in our neighborhood every couple months. Never seen a fried bird though.
Between black cats, cracked glass, flickering lights at home, the city calling the dump 'historical', and the birds watching, it was kinda weird no one had this idea before. Group of kids see a big old ratty creepy house, f