Dave x John - Clouded Pt. 3I show up ten minutes before four because I’m an idiot. Or something like that.Dave x John - Clouded Pt. 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
I take my new spot under the tree in the park and set my phone aside, letting it play aloud some old piano music that I downloaded the other day. Today I don’t read. I play with the grass and mess with a leaf in my hand, drawing it out in my head, and shove little pieces of bark into the dirt. I listen to the movement around me and the sounds of the cars rushing on the road.
Then I hear someone resting in front of me, and I at first think it’s Dave, but it doesn’t smell like him. It’s clean, with a hint of cologne.
“Excuse me?” I say.
“Don’t recognize me this time?”
So it is Dave. “Sorry, hard to tell when you don’t smell like crap,” I reply.
"Cleaned up just for you."
"Oh, jeez, I feel so honored. So you don't smell like cologne and strawberries on a usual day I'm guessing?"
"Assuming how you said I smelled like shit the other da
Dave x John - Clouded Pt. 1I like reading. The local library holds tons of books made specifically for people like me, and also a large variety of audio books. I go there almost every other day to read, because there isn’t a whole lot else for me to do with the big gaps of nothing in my schedule. And I love the stories, because it allows me to be somewhere else. I may not understand the imagery, but I like to somehow create it in my head.Dave x John - Clouded Pt. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was the middle of winter in Texas, which made the weather perfectly tolerable. It was also around that time I heard the clicking.
I usually get a private room at the library where I can listen to the audio books aloud without headphones. I hate headphones, because that just eliminates another sense.
The door had seemed to open, and I had tilted my head to hear better. But it was silent. So I went back to listening to my book, which was Eragon, and that’s when I heard the click, like a shutter snapping. I furrowed my brows and tried to face my gaze to the
For the Love of PianoFor the Love of Piano3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As your fingers grace the keys,
I wonder how you can be so perfect
And know just what to play
To make my heart leap into my throat.
As a smile plays across your lips,
I wonder of who you think of
As you play these melodies
And if she think of you too.
When our eyes meet,
I can't help but wonder
If you can see me
And if you know about me.
As soon as your eyes fall back to the keys,
I can't help but wonder
If you can read my mind
And if you feel the same way.
Forever and for always,
I will love you.
Not in this LightNot in this lightNot in this Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skin falls pale
Nothing left to hide
Death surrounds my graying lips
Nothing left of life inside
My eyes turn to black
No expression on my face
Just an empty stare into the sky
Just an empty soul in an empty place
No lips that part in silent prayer
I have had my fill, I have had my share
The sun rises over me
Powerless to possess
Powerless to inspire
Passing from the west to east
Into the earth, the final leaf
Into the night.
I am through with the shining, expected from the weak
The strength I gave in spite of you, is no longer left inside of me
A stranger to myself
I don't know you anymore
I will never see you again..
Not through these eyes
Not in this light.
proditorem | bertholdt x readerproditorem | bertholdt x reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You should be angry.
You should kill him-- there’s no doubt about that.
But seeing his expression, the dreadful look on his face-- you wonder who is hurting more. You had always loved him; always looked out for him. Regardless of the situation, you were always willing to help him.
“Just surrender,” you choke out, “Just come back home, Bertholdt. We can figure this out.”
Your voice weakens as each word is spoken; you’re unsure of what you’re even saying. You don’t want to know that he’s the titan that everyone is afraid of-- the titan that frightens the civilians everyday.
The one who you swore to kill when you saw your family die.
You can’t be a soldier, not at this point. He should be dead. He killed so many-- and why?
No one knew.
There was no reason that he could simply go free-- but you didn’t want to kill him. Even if he complied, it would most likely result in his death.
So why were you trying so hard to save him?
Pocky game~Snk X Reader~ intro (i get the weirdest ideas late at night, yeah there is swearing)Pocky game~Snk X Reader~ intro 8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No! No! Absolutely not!" You cross your arms and protest.
"Yes! Yes! Absolutely yes!" Sasha says back.
"I am not playing the pocky game with everyone tonight." You turn to start walking but Sasha runs in front of you. "What the fuck are you doing?! Move!"
"I'm sorry but I can not do that." Sasha moves her arms out to block any space.
"And why can't you let me go to my room?" You tilt your head.
"Because you are playing tonight or I will tell everyone you like you know who." Sasha smirks a shit eating grin.
"NO! That will ruin me! I can't let people know I have a heart!" You say.
"Then you are playing tonight, It will be fun don't worry! Squad leader Hanji even helped me plan it."
"OH SHIT! I am terrified now!" You feel a bit light headed knowing that Hanji's plans can get a bit out of hand, And by a bit you mean a lot.
"(Y/n) You will be fine, You might even get your crush." She
RQ: Bertholdt x Reader: Web of Lies (Spoilers!)You knew.RQ: Bertholdt x Reader: Web of Lies (Spoilers!)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You knew as soon as you saw the look in his eyes after the colossal titan appeared in Trost. You knew as his eyes connected with yours, and time seemed to to stop for the both of you. You knew as tears of hurt and betrayal filled your eyes.
Then, his arms were there, wrapping around you protectively, comfortingly. You couldn't stop yourself from responding, clinging tightly onto your best friend and weeping openly. From that moment on, you knew there was no going back. You could't stop yourself from falling for him, despite his horrible misdoings.
Everyone else normally assumed that you two had a thing, that this was normal. They didn't know that you cried to yourself night after night for loving someone who could have done such a horrible thing. They didn't know the web of lies you two were now entangled in.
You wanted to cry out for help, but you couldn't do that if you didn't want to betray your friends. You had no choice but to let them keep controlling you.
Attack on Titan: I'm Sorry (Bertholdt x Reader)SPOILER FOR MANGA!!!Attack on Titan: I'm Sorry (Bertholdt x Reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you’re reading this, then Reiner and I are already far beyond the walls. This also means that you’ve discovered the truth about us, and what we really are. I wish I had the courage to say this directly to you, but I guess I’ll have to say it here instead: Reiner and I are the Armored and Colossal Titan. The ones who broke through Wall Maria, and almost succeeded with Wall Rose. The ones sent to infiltrate humanity’s forces and destroy them. The ones who worked with Annie Leonhart, the Female Titan, and the ones responsible for hundreds and thousands of military and civilian deaths.
When I first joined the 104th Trainees Squad, I was prepared for people to hate me for what I had done, who I was, and what I was going to do. I had it all planned out; I would avoid everyone and only look out for Reiner, Annie, and myself. After all, what could we possibly have in common with everyone else? They joined the military to defend h
Please Don't Write Me Off Just YetI want to be for you what words are for mePlease Don't Write Me Off Just Yet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To drown you in every adjective, every noun
In mesmerizing waves of metaphors and similes
I'll whisper in your ear
Quoting verse after verse of silly love poems
But if they won't make you feel anything, if they don't ever reach
Through the cage of your ribs and into your guarded heart
Nothing these lips utter will ever be enough
I might as well quote tragedies
Because they're all you've ever known
You're familiar with the plot twists and unhappy endings
The series of dramatic, irreversible incidents that shape your past
If only you knew that not every story ends with heartbreak
My dear, why can't you see?
I could be your happy ending
Song Meme BLANKSTEPS:Song Meme BLANK4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Put your Ipod/MP3 Player on shuffle
2. For each song, pick a couple. YOU MAY ONLY USE EACH COUPLE ONCE!
3. Write a short drabble that fits the song AND the couple. You only have the length of the song.
4. Do this ten times. Make sure to put the song, artist, and couple at the top.
for my motherYour daughter is afraid to go downstairs in her pajamas because she feels like a balloon animal inside of them. (Do not take this as an excuse to go out and buy her new ones.) Your daughter would extremely enjoy the sight of two men kissing. (In fact, your daughter is somewhat of a homophiliac.) Your daughter has only seen porn twice, but she has read porn more times than one should count. (The second time was in the corner of the screen during American Psycho; the other, on a stumbled-onto-out-of-curiosity Web site.)for my mother6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your daughter is nervous about a lot of things. (Including, but not limited to: drugs, tornadoes, fire, insects, heights, pain, humiliation, strangers, large dogs, public speaking, real blood, childbirth, open wounds, flying, and people.) Your daughter is endlessly, inexorably, and inexplicably fascinated with both pedophilia and incest. (Don't give her that look.) Your daughter does not know why this is, but she blames The End of Alice, Lolita, the I
Dear SerendipityYou are a word so closely fused with fate, destiny, chance, and sometimes loveDear Serendipity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most beautiful word I know
Is it possible not to fear an unknowable future?
Perhaps life is not about knowing, but rather about finding outdiscovering
Maybe it's hints of surprising, unforeseen, partly inevitable circumstances that test our limits of comfort
Tell me, is love properly defined as two lost people thrown together by chance?
Or could it be that they were always meant to find each other?
Did some divine, other-worldly force reach down and gently place these lives on the same path?
Or is it simply destiny that caused these two souls to meet?
What if I choose the wrong way?
Will I spend the rest of my days wondering and imagining what my life would have been?
Or will I move on, as if nothing ever slowed me down in the first place?
Too many questions, not enough answers
I believe there are things that can never be explained
Fate is a mysterious, frightening, yet exciting concept
We all desi
Bertholdt x Reader: Choices (Spoilers!)Wall Rose has fallen.Bertholdt x Reader: Choices (Spoilers!)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stumble through the streets, staring into empty space. The town, which had been so vibrant and lively a few hours ago, is now a blood-stained battlefield and a barren wasteland. Even the titans had disappeared, continuing southward in search of more prey.
There’s nothing left, except for a few half-standing houses, rubble, and deep indentations on the ground where the titans had stood as they reached down to pick up humans. Where they stood as they ate them, with their rabid smiles, and where they’d stepped, crushing dozens at a time. Each indentation marks the grave of dozens of people.
“Someone…someone…” You hear a weak voice from within a collapsed building. You head towards it, digging your way through and pulling aside wooden beams, ignoring the splinters digging into your hands and the sharp ends of the debris which gouge into your hands, leaving deep trenches.
You finally reach the source of the
Life Soundtrack_---_ IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? _---_Life Soundtrack4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*~* RULES *~*
 Get out / open your music player (iPod, MP3 Player, etc.) / music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player etc.).
 Put it on shuffle.
 Press forward / the next button for each theme.
 Use the song title as the answer to each theme, even if it doesn't make sense.
 Bold the theme (Opening Credits, Waking Up, etc.), italicize the answers, and give your own comments in the parenthesis on how it relates to the prompt.
 DON'T SKIP SONGS OR LIE!
.::. Opening Credits .::.
.::. Your Theme .::.
.::. Waking Up .::.
.::. School .::.
.::. Home .::.
.::. Falling In Love .::.
.::. Boyfriend / Girlfriend's Theme .::.
.::. First Kiss .::.
.::. Hanging With Friends .::.
.::. Best Friend's Theme .::.
.::. Fight With Parents .::.
.::. By Yourself at Home .::.
.::. Break Up .::.
Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?Dirty Laundry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pause. Do I really want to do two separate loads?
Yeah, why not? Water begins to fill up, and I'm dousing it with that lovely detergent that smells so good and pure.
I sit down opposite the machine and just stare at it for a while. It rumbles pleasantly, numbly, and my mind drifts. What a nice sound, surely one could just meditate with i
Chaos is BeautifulThis might sound cliché, but your eyes remind me of chaosChaos is Beautiful3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the troubled waves in an unsettling sea
The depths of them too vast to ever fully understand
Honestly, I've just been standing on the shoreline
Ankle deep in saltwater, the wind dancing across my skin and through my hair
I'm not ready to step out further, to dive in completely
I'm scared of the current pulling me under, of sinking beneath the waves
The sea is beautiful, but I fear drowning
Maybe your eyes are like the sky right before a storm
Grey clouds and blue electricity suspended in the air
Until lightening and rain collide into the ground
(Either way, those descriptions don't sound too original)
Truthfully, I'd rather be caught in a thunderstorm
To have the rain come pouring down on me without warning
The wind ripping furiously at my clothes
I want to watch the lightning's veins as they set fire to the sky
(Is it strange that I want to feel its electricity coursing through me?)
Lately I've been wondering why life
La buena criticaLa buena critica6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Como realizar una buena crítica
Los seres humanos estamos acostumbrados a dar nuestra opinión acerca de lo que pensamos, sentimos y hacemos, ya sea en los demás o en nosotros mismos.
Generalmente la palabra critica es algo que no nos suele gustar. Muchos lo toman, tal vez con más frecuencia de lo que parece, como algo negativo. Ejemplos: Estoy cansado de tus criticas! Eres un criticón! Siempre criticas todo!
Incluso a muchos les asustan frases como: ¿Te puedo hacer una critica? (Pregunta de la cual siempre esperamos lo peor )
Muchas veces queremos aliviar este tema de la crítica, suavizándolo, diciendo la gran frase: crítica constructiva (la cual muchos hacen o toman como destructiva)
La palabra critica proviene del griego (kritikós) que significa capacidad para discernir. ¿Pero que se entiende por discernir?. Es diferenciar una cosa de otra, y se asocia
Tales of a nordic wolf - chapter 1The sharp clang of a sword hitting chitin, echoed through the whole island for sure, as Teldryn Sero fell to his knees, muttering a Dunmer curse under his breath. A flake of chitin had been chipped off his helmet and it could have become an even deeper hole, if the female Nord hadn’t disposed of the attacker in time, an arrow piercing the bandit’s neck. The sword was dropped to the ground right next to Teldryn, who grunted in further annoyance, getting back up on his feet. Once again they were surrounded by the eerie stillness, except for the ash still whirling around them after the fight.Tales of a nordic wolf - chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Varga pulled her dark red hair back into a ruffled knot, since it had come undone during the fight, while looking around them, before coughing abruptly, trying to wave away the ash near her face. Still new to Solstheim, she hadn’t grown accustomed to the foul air and it was a wonder she was even capable of fighting in it. That was why she had picked up Teldryn the moment she had see
BertholdtxReader - PranksIt was Sasha's idea. The girls were to sneak out in the middle of the night and tip toe into the guys' room, each with a target, each with a can of whipped cream. It was decided that Sasha's target was Connie, Mikasa's was Eren, Krista's was Reiner, Ymir's was Jean and yours was Bertholdt. You felt kind of bad about being the one to prank him, he was your boyfriend after all. Then again, that would mean you'd be the only one to do it. You shrugged it off and grabbed your can.BertholdtxReader - Pranks1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"You guys ready?" Sasha said, whirling her can around in a circle. Everyone nodded and shook their cans up, making sure they wouldn't have to later.
You started by sneaking out of the room, not getting any attention from anyone. Luckily, you didn't run into anyone outside either. Reaching the side of the barrack they were staying in, everyone began tip toeing to the front of it. Sasha slowly walked up the few steps and opened the door, which didn't creak, to everyone's surprise. Each girl spotted their target and
Where Are You My Spark?Where Are You My Spark?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not look at my old photos
When I see them, I notice a spark
I notice a spark in my eyes, It's small, but it's there
If I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing
There is no spark, I have looked, and it's not there
I have lost the happiness in me, I have lost my heart
It's broken, and I hope, someone will heal it
I do not look at my old photos
Because in them I see a joy that I used to have
Oh hidden spark in my eye
Where is your hiding place?
Where have you gone?
Hamlet Soliloquoy ParodyTo eat, or not to eat – that is the question.Hamlet Soliloquoy Parody10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whether I should endure
The allure of the all-you-can-eat luncheon
Or take arms with cutlery to cure
The craving within? – To eat – to munch –
No more; and if by a meal I can end
A thousand yearnings for a smorgasbord lunch;
'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To eat – to munch –
Those calories! Ay, there's the rub;
For in that munch of cake what calories will I gain,
To turn my flesh into blub!
The thought is what leads my life of longing and pain.
For who would bear the whipped cream and pie,
The Mexican tacos, Cookies filled with jam,
The pans of lasagna, and dumplings deep fried,
The fois gras of France, and the Spam
That is displayed before the hungry and the helpless,
When she herself might her quietus make
With her silverware? She could not care less,
If it wasn't for the dread of something after the cake –
The undiscovered section of the scale from where
There is no return – puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear