What Happens when Mutants Get Drunk(Reader Insert)*WARNING! KETCHUP VIOLENCE UP AHEADWhat Happens when Mutants Get Drunk(Reader Insert)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"STOP IT, SENSEI!" Donnie cries as he watches the elderly rat twerking and laughing away. It
made it worse as the other three were drunk also. Raph was singing We Can't Stop with Mikey.
"We can't Stop~" Raph slurred as he sang. "And we won't stop~!" Mikey laughs as he sang.
"Just stop, for the sake of everyone." I muttered as I was dragging Leo to his room to put
him to bed. It didn't help as he was flirting with me along the way. "We goin' in my room?" Leo smirks. Bitch please.
I kept dragging him, until Donnie screams. "HOLY SHELL!" He exclaims.
I dropped Leo and quickly run in. Oh my god...
Splinter had a beer bottle and was singing, while having an arm wrapped around Donatello.
"My milkshake brings Shredder to the yard, and And they're like, it's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge~!" He sings, using the beer bottle as a microphone.
Donnie sure look kind o
AlfredxReader-Trick-or-TreatingFandom: HetaliaAlfredxReader-Trick-or-Treating4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairings: AmericaxYou, FrUK (side pairing)
Characters: America, you, Sealand, France, England
Other tags: Holiday theme, kids who are way too old trick-or-treating
Summary: Appalled that you're not planning on trick-or-treating this year, Alfred coerces you into going with him. Expected chaos ensues.
You looked in the mirror at your costume, carefully examining your make-up. This year you were dressed as a corpse bride-not the most original, but you had been really busy this year, so you hadn't had time to put together an EPIC costume (like last year!). Satisfied, you set your tattered black and white veil on your head and brushed the fabric scraps back out of your face.
"Perfect," you said to yourself. Evening was falling outside. You hurried down the stairs and set the candy bowl by the door. You switched on your Halloween lights, then went to get yourself some pretzels to nibble on while you waited for the first of th
Sexone time at schoolSex1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was dancing down the hall,
and I was telling a friend of mine
about how virginity is not a flower,
but rather it is an orchard, bearing fruit
ripe enough to entice Eve
and as our mouths began to water a teacher stopped me
and told me that the words I spoke
were a sin to school halls,
and I told her that the true sin
was a teaching about how Christopher Columbus
a rapist and a murderer
was depicted as some sort of savior of
And of course that could not be so
what with moral absolutism
a rapist could not be a Messiah
a rapist could not be a hero and the teacher just looked at me,
"isn't it just sex?
Zumba? Thor x Reader ONE SHOTZumba? Thor x Reader ONE SHOT1 year ago in Romance More Like This
A Thor x Reader one-shot
Fast paced music poured from the flat screen TV as you stretched your legs on the living room floor...Stark Tower's 'living room' floor. With a small sigh of pleasure you did a few more leg warm-ups before picking up the remote. Going back to the first video, YouTube's 'Emma Luna' popped up with 'Kerwin DuBois' 'Monster Winer' pumping through the speakers. Grinning, you easily fell into step and worked through the routine. Unbeknownst to you, a certain confused Asgardian was trying his hardest to understand what you were doing and why you looked so…astounding doing…whatever it is you were doing. Oblivious to your little audience, you ran through the quick, and, somewhat provocative dance moves while your tense muscles unwound. Smiling happily, the video came to an end but another quickly started. This time 'Victor' and his Zumba c
One of a Kind. . . Chap 1One of a Kind. . . Chap 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fairfarren, Alice. . ."
As Alice slowly disappeared before his very eyes, Tarrant could only stare ahead as the reality began to hit him that she was indeed gone, and was most likely. . .never coming back. He could feel his heart aching to the point where it was starting to overwhelm him. So much so, that his shoulders slowly drooped, and his head began to lower. This was something that. . .during this jubilant time of victory, Queen Marina hated to see. And apparently, she wasn't the only one. For a deep sigh escaped the Cheshire Cat.
“Oh, my. It seems that our Hatter has become rather morose. Don’t you think?”
“Why wouldn’t he? At the time of our great gain. . .he just lost his best friend.” Mirana replied, as Ches sadly nodded.
Overhearing the whispers, it was as though Tarrant began t
THE ART WARRIORSTHE ART WARRIORS5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
THE ART WARRIORS
- About the beginning of a new revolution -
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Keep your art free! Don't diss yourself with watermarks, don't shrink your vision - and don't fear the illusion of art theft.
Just wrote it down in my Twitter as another stroke, and this sword's sharp enough to make you think. All art is about sharing, and what I get is what I give: Everything's in the flow, and it's time to give up the illusion of personal importance. I'm not saying you're dispensable. I think you're better as a living and responding part of all the energy floating inside and outside of ourselves. We're all dead now, and to live we need to transcend the barriers we put up all the time. There's freedom outside the borders, and the sight to a far away horizon leads just to another and another illusional horizon.
Real life is endless, and we're all made to travel really far. We've come a long way, and sometimes we feel so bad that we want to give up, but the
DenmarkXReaderXSwedenXFinland: Snow KissDenmark X Reader X Sweden X Finland: Snow kissDenmarkXReaderXSwedenXFinland: Snow Kiss4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I hope you all like it! ^^
I'm sorry that all the request are all together.....I don't know much about the Nordic Union and sorry again. -_-'
You walked in to the living room to see me, England and Sealand making the tree.
"We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year" I sang.
You laughed "Its not Christmas yet, Katherine"
"I know, but it's only a few days till Christmas. I CAN'T WAIT!"
You laughed, but were cut off with the door "I'll get it"
You walked towards the door to see the Nordic Union club.
"Merry Christmas, everyone!" Finland shouted.
You sigh "It's not Christmas yet.......And what are you doing here?"
I popped out "I invited them here, I hope you don't mind"
Sweden gave you some beautiful red flowers ..With that same face.
"Awwww thank you, Sweden" You blushed.
He just nodded and then you felt an arm around your waist.
"What's up, _
Kuno vs Ukyou then Ryouga"What's that sound?" Ukyou asked no one in particular. Then the door to her restaurant was slammed open.Kuno vs Ukyou then Ryouga6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh lovely Ukyou!" Kuno shouted to the recoiling Okonomiyaki chef. "I, the great Tatewaki Kuno, called the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, have come to prove my love to you by freeing you from the clutches of the vile Ryouga Hibiki. His evil magicks and black magic spells can not possibly stand before the might of my blade."
"Shouldn't you be propositioning Akane or Ranma-Chan or something," Ukyou asked nervously. She was plastered to the wall, putting as much distance between herself and Kuno as she possibly could."
"Ah, yes," Kuno stood straight and closed his eyes as if in remembrance. "My other loves. Akane the tigress, and the Pig-Tailed Goddess like a wind in the grass. I still must free them from the vile clutches of Hibiki's master the evil Ranma Soatome. But I felt I must also declare my love to you, oh mistress Kuonji, and test my skills against the lesser sorcerer before I
No Depression Ch1No DepressionNo Depression Ch17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ch. 1: the Last Dance
Ukyo sighed as she stood in the doorway of the Ucchans. Shed forgotten how hard it was running the restaurant by herself. With Konatsu running the other store in Juban, it was once again just her, but in business as in life you could only move forward, the past was immutable as stone. At the thought of stone a memory surfaced, memories of him, his body and how it had looked and felt and could make her feel.
No, she mumbled softly in a vain attempt to stop the forthcoming flood of painful recollections, a gentle caress, a smile, a look, his smell, a strangely appealing mix of sweat, and pine. She choked back a sob as she remembered the last time she saw him, the look of pain and betrayal that haunted her dreams.
She paused, collected herself, shut and bolted the door and went up to her bedroom, her cold, lonely bedroom. She started to break down again.
No! She had to be strong. He would come back, he had to, so she
PeterI was named after a saint,Peter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I was born the fairy-boy.
The boy who never grew up.
My parents lost me one day,
So I lived alone in Kensington Gardens.
My heart was born from a bird,
I could never be afraid of anything.
I tend to the lost souls of the world,
But I still live here alone,
In a world of fairies with no voices,
I could wish for a wife or a mother,
Somewhere outside of locked windows,
With your kiss on my chest,
My soul can still fly alone.
The Dark Side of Italy 5The Dark Side of Italy 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
You pull up to Lovino's house. It's in the countryside outside the city, away from everything. You marvel at the beauty and size of the house. A large iron fence stands in the way of the driveway. Antonio stops the car and rolls down the window.
"What's your business?" A voice asks. You notice a speaker system.
"The Boss is returning home," Antonio replies. The gates open slowly. Antonio pulls into the driveway. You look out the window. A beautiful garden fills the way. Carefully cut hedges stand high with trees and above the flowers. Your eyes are drawn to a rose bush around a tree.
"You garden?" You ask, looking at the Italian beside you. He sighs.
"It was Feliciano's idea," He says, "He said it would make it more relaxing for me. I take care of what I can, and I grow tomatoes in the back."
"How did you pay for all this?" You ask.
"My family is usually hired as assassins and messengers," he replies, "We're not in the drug business or anything. We do deal in the underworld of Italy, t
Mister CunninghamMister Cunningham!Mister Cunningham5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What do I have?
Hehe, good one.
It's a little hot
My tummy feels funny
Yeah, right there.
Don't poke it! It hurts more!
What's this red stuff I'm coughing?
It tastes salty
I have a girl in my class named Rosalia!
Make me stop crying
AcceptanceFor all of those who come intoAcceptance7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world believing that
they are born with
May the cruel fates of reality
awaken you from your
fantasies before it is
psuedo i would fuck you for the beauty of twopsuedo 7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bodies falling in love with hearts screaming
scene-scapes scrape nails across my skin like it's
a chalkboard and you're the artist but
i've seen you draw stick figures and i am so much more
you would fuck me for the sake of insanity and
among unsanitary wardrobes of forgotten costumes
you kiss me like a memory i never needed
the musty smell of regret brings back uneven stubble rasping
against my barricaded emotions of something between
disgust and desire
(we're both fucked because you have someone and i have ghosts
and we're so dysfunctional we're not even friends.)
Yo crisantemo, tu ...Yo crisantemo, Tú flor primaveralYo crisantemo, tu ...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sos como ramo de flor primaveral:
no es posible describirte en un color,
ni es posible describirte en un aroma.
No posible describir en una sola oración
las tantas pasiones que me hiciste resistir.
Pero yo soy como el crisantemo.
Eso significa una cosa:
estamos completamente en desfase.
Significa que estoy lleno de miedos.
Significa que nunca estas tú sola.
Significa que me gustan calabazas, e historias de terror,
me gusta recoger hongos, y ver puestas de sol.
Significa que te gustan los litchis, e historias de amor,
te gusta recoger flores, y caminar cuando sale el sol.
Significa que soy romántico; pero tú eres dulce.
Y te gustan los besos y abrazos;
pero a mí me gusta tocar y morder,
y llegar donde el sol no puede.
Aún así, entró en mí
la irreprimible necesidad de acariciar tu corazón.
Pero te escondiste,
y luego quisiste tú acariciar el mío.
Mas las estaciones siguieron su curso
Prussia x Reader Alcoholic KissesYou gulped down another shot and put down the glass. Today had been rough on you and you needed a little way to let out some stress. You watched the bartender as he refilled your cup. You sighed and put the alcoholic beverage to your mouth letting the contents fall quickly down your throat. A door shut as another person entered the small bar. He sat next to you and order himself a drink. You glanced at him noticing his red eyes and white hair.Prussia x Reader Alcoholic Kisses4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You staring at me?" The sudden question surprised you and woke you up from staring into space. You devour another quick shot and turn to face him. He looks at you with a smirk on his face.
"So what if I am?" He chuckles lowly and grins. You send a sly smile back. The bartender comes back around with his drink and he picks it up chugging down the liquid. You stare at him slightly impressed. 'This guy knew how to drink.' You thought.
"Well, it doesnt really matter if your staring at me since almost every woman does. I mean I am awesome
Sun :RomanoxReader:Sun :RomanoxReader:4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
- Come on _____! It will be fun! Feliciano looked at you with the two golden, puppy eyes open. You tried to protest, but his cuteness was too strong. Italy loved organizing random parties and he absolutely wanted you to join!
The party was actually fun. There were a lot of interesting people and you liked the food. Suddenly you heard Italy's voice exclaiming: - OK ragazzi*! Now my brothers and I are going to make a song!
In the centre of the room there were Feliciano, France and Romano, your old friend. You quite liked him, but you always had see him angry or sad. You couldn't remember him smiling.
- We're going to sing at turns! France exclaimed, then he began to sing. His voice was warm as always. Then it was the turn of the cute voice of Feli, and at last it was Lovino's turn. At first he seemed annoyed as always, but soon he began to smile. He seemed really happy, and you were surprised to hear his hot and cheerful voice. You never saw this side of him; he looked so c
...i'd like to see the stars, fall...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
The Imperfection of Style 1. IntroductionThe Imperfection of Style5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When you sit down to read a piece written by Baudelaire you do not expect Dickinson sentimentality, nor a Shakespearean wit or Poe's possessiveness with phonetically eeriness. You do expect a Baudelaire experience. But what is a Baudelaire experience? What makes Baudelaire a Baudelaire in comparison with Poe - is it the tonality, details, sentiment, or maybe the vocabulary, sentence construct or themes; Might it be the concepts, or maybe a certain point of view or an angle? Can you create your own style by analytical and critical thinking, learning the hypothetical curve and scale of those degrees, or by comparing different styles and reaching a sort of virginity in style, that which is uniquely you. Who is that which you describe through your style if not a human being, the imperfect creature of them all, and can we, by describing the imperfect, reach perfection?
The chase for Perfection in the creative and artistic world became an
his name was GabrielHe was oh so warm that night as he wrapped his arms around me and i buried myself in his chest. He was twice my size and twice as thin but those spidery arms always knew how to hold me close. I smelled like stale cologne in stark contrast to his lovely faint and flowery fragrance.. he was always a step ahead of me... always a tad bit more... But it didnt matter then. I was wrapped in his velvet arms and the whole world was crashing down around us. No proof of his existence, no proof of the love we shared... only swollen purple bruises and smudged black blotches. He was my safe place within those torn down walls. He was the only one who never saw all of the ugliness i hid under my mask. But he wasnt there to keep me safe or to make me happy... he was there to prove his point to the world... and so he did, for the cost of my broken heart in his hands...his name was Gabriel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never forgot that night in the cemetery or those days spent curled up on the couch. I never forgot all the stars falling down around u
November 12th 2010The birds sat so unaware, perched up so high on their black lines that tore through my vision.November 12th 20104 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They didn't see my eyes go wide in awe of the Paradies spilling out in bursts from those smokestacks. Clouds of pink that flooded the sky and sent my heart spinning into space. Did they see it; When my heart fell from the edges of my eyes and down into the coal and dirt
? Did they turn their heads in curiosity as my heart broke and shattered upon the ground?
They were only birds. They knew no make believe worlds of love and dreams... they had no proverbial hearts to break. Only truth and instinct.
I long to be those birds. Unswaying as the sky goes pink. Unfaltering when the world is falling down around them.
Oh how I long to be those birds...
HomeMy parents bought the house on April Fools Day. It was something of a running joke: should have known, Dad would say, tightening yet another leaking faucet. It was a sign, Mom said, staring down a nest of carpenter wasps. In truth, they were never lucky with dates. Got married on D-Day, had a kid on Thanksgiving. JFK was assassinated on my Dad’s birthday; Brenda Ann Spencer went on her killing spree on my Mom’s. Holidays were always a touchy thing.Home2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My second birthday was spent in the new house—a gorgeous, rambling affair in the heart of what had been a boom town during the years of the Erie Canal, and was now just a sleepy commuter village. They’d lived in consistently horrible neighborhoods up to that point. Dad had been mugged a block from their first apartment. A neighbor had been brutally beaten and robbed near their second. My Mom would recall with wonder the first week they moved int
Sabbat Recipes: SamhainSabbat Recipes: Samhain4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
INCLUDED: Chocolate de Mexicanos | Granny McCoy's Pumpkin Pie | Colcannon | Wassail
Chocolate de Mexicanos
4 1/4 cups milk
4 ounces semi-sweet baking chocolate, melted
5 tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/8 teaspoon allspice
1 shot tequila
Place all ingredients in a large saucepan and bring to a boil. With a hand-held mixer or traditional molonillo (a wooden beater resembling a honey dipper), beat the mixture until it stops boiling and becomes slightly frothy. Stir in tequila. Serve immediately in mugs garnished with cinnamon sticks.
Granny McCoy's Pumpkin Pie
3 cups cooked pumpkin (canned is fine)
1 1/4 cups evaporated milk
2 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1/2 heaping teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 scant teaspoon salt
1/4 rounded teaspoon allspice
1/2 rounded teaspoon cinnamon
4 well-beaten eggs
Preheat oven to 375 degree