30 Ways to Annoy Bill Kaulitz30 Ways to Annoy Bill Kaulitz30 Ways to Annoy Bill Kaulitz8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Accidentally call him a girl in public.
2. Laugh hysterically every time he speaks the word what.
3. Steal all his eyeliner and begin drawing strange pictures all over his walls. When he asks what you are doing turn your back to him and mutter something about Georg doing you wrong.
4. Sing very loudly and very off-key to any Green Day song he might be playing.
5. At 4:27 in the morning, jump on his bed and scream The leprechauns are attacking! The leprechauns are attacking! Run for your life!
6. Rename him Phillip Johnny Bob and refuse to call him by any other name.
7. Give away the ending to any movie he may be watching.
8. Every time he beats you at a video game smack him with a pillow and accuse him of cheating.
9. Make fun of his dancing.
10. Tell him he looks like Michael Jackson.
11. Let a rabid monkey loose in his room while hes asleep.
12. Tell him his voice reminds you of a dying constipated cow.
JealousJealous7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was angry. It was a terrible shift from the bewildered happiness and pride she had felt just a few hours earlier, when the medal slipped around his neck and he stood before the world as a hero and she had her place standing next to him. She deserved that place, after all that she had been through with him.
And then the bubble burst, and she realized that the only reason she was happy for him was because he had succeeded, not in conquering the world but in gaining the respect he had always wanted in the first place. The world finally saw him for the genius that he was, what point would there be in any more world domination exploits? And where would that leave her? What would she do if she was no longer helping him fight the world into submission?
She remembered the way she felt, right before she had betrayed her boss and blasted his new henchwoman at the last second. It was the same feeling that consumed her after the Diablo inc
Another Coraline: EpilogueAnother Coraline: Epilogue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Epilogue Five months later
"Are you sure you don't need a hand?"
The residential advisor was giving her a skeptical look again. Coraline figured this was justified, seeing as how she was still on crutches and he'd just lugged five cardboard boxes of her stuff up two flights of stairs for her, but she really did want to unpack for herself. For one thing, she liked to know where things were. And for another, doing stuff for herself was surprisingly fun these days.
"I think I've got it covered from here," she said cheerfully, holding up the gripper claw Wybie had thoughtfully put together for her and clacking its metal fingers together. "But thanks for helping!"
"Sure," he said, blowing a strand of dark hair out of his eyes. He looked kind of relieved. Coraline couldn't blame him for that, either. "But, uh, Caroline?"
"Coraline," she corrected him, automatically.
"Right," he said, and turned to go. "Call me if you want anything, okay? That's my job."
Kim Possible: One Year LaterExt. Lowerton University DayKim Possible: One Year Later7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lowerton U. is a two-story brick building surrounded by oak trees and shrubbery. A large fountain dominates the walkway leading to the main campus doors. The style is 20s era New York, favoring tall pillars and embroidered architecture. Behind the older campus are modern buildings of metal and tall glass windows, including a small domed stadium.
A sign near the university entrance reads One Year Later
Int. Lowerton University Continuous
The halls of LU are broad and high: tall windows extend up to and including the ceiling, with heavy plant-life growing indoors against the windows.
A BELL rings and students file out of classrooms.
Out of the crowd walks MONIQUE, Kim Possibles longtime friend. Shes a fashion-savvy girl, evident in her clothes and hairstyle.
She scans the crowd, sees you-know-who before we do, and waves.
Kim! Over here!
The crowd parts for us to see KIM POSSIBLE, confiden
Syn File 2: UploadingSyn: File 2Syn File 2: Uploading7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Spiderman. The one word that could summarize Cynthia's thoughts right now as she drove her small, rusty sliver 1995 Ford Taurus back home. Cynthia rubbed her short black hair, her light green eyes shined with a inventive desire. Cynthia has always had a desire about the mysterious hero ever since she went to New York with her mother for NY Fashion Week. She was at a fashion show when the evil Doc Oct attacked the onlookers, but Spiderman swung out of nowhere and tied up the onto-legged villain. Cynthia was captivated by every move from the hero, and even manage to get a picture and some his webbing. Ever since she has always wanted to know more about him, reading articles about him from the Daily Bugle. However, an new facet of Spiderman had interested her, a new nemesis called Venom. Cynthia despised every person against Spiderman, but Venom was something different, that she enjoyed. He had all of the powers and moves of Spiderman, and despite that he
Just Another AliceI find humanity beautiful in everyone except myself.Just Another Alice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a nurse, I see the sores of the wounded
infested with maggots painted to look like little pocket watches.
Yet I fail to heal my own deep holes.
Deeper than skin or soul,
they reach from mind to womb
will I ever be whole?
Sometimes I ask myself if I belong here.
In this house, in this town,
even this planet; and no one has given an answer.
I cannot remember when I did not quiver
from the harsh frost of reality,
where is the warmth I need?
In my veins it runs thicker than blood.
Ink the color of clear skies tattoos my skin with leopard's spots,
black stains the soles of my hands and feet,
and liquid rouge leaks from my lips and breasts.
They say I'm beautiful,
the most marvelous beast of the concrete jungle,
but do they not see the ink?
I'm a soldier that bleeds without a physical wound.
I can't move, I can't speak and barely breathe.
I was fighting without a weapon
Symbiote CountessThis is the second in an on-going series of short-stories involving characters and settings created by me utilizing themes and characters owned by Marvel Comics. It's a piece of Fan-Fiction and I make no money off of this.Symbiote Countess8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This story, (and all the others in the series), contains adult situations and themes... so if you're not interested in reading such things hit the "back" button now.
I love commentary and *CONSTRUCTIVE* criticism... as long as y'all keep in mind these aren't meant to be fully fleshed out "War and Peace" type stories and are rather a means to just get some of my ideas out there. Should you desire to expand on any of the stories, (be it by continuing them or by doing fan-art depicting the characters)... I'm ok with it as long as I get asked/told ahead of time. (I'm a fan of others' works too!)
Enjoy... and be on the lookout for more.
"More tea Ms. Lewis?" asked Count Horatio Sanchez as he leaned towards the obviously distracted woman with kettle and cu
I Hate YouDear Depression,I Hate You4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I characterize you as blood red
I hate you for making me feel dead
I hate the self-loathing that you bring
You make me unable to do anything
I hate the way you disturb my sleep
Every flower of hope you reap
I hate the way my appetite
Binges or vanishes from night to night
I hate you, depression
I have too much inner aggression.
Dear Social Anxiety,
I characterize you as bight green
You make me feel like I'm always seen
People everywhere are staring
Judging me for even daring
To exist as on this earth
For even surviving at my birth
I am always despairing
Because people are comparing
How much better they are
Because I'm just too bizarre
I hate you, social anxiety
For making me feel like They're judging me.