G. A. Y.G. A. Y.G. A. Y.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this word?
Does it mean I don't deserve anything?
Does it mean you're better than me?
Does it mean you can bash me? Hate me? Hurt me?
I barely remember the day mum told me my brother was gay. It hardly stands out at all. It didn't surprise me, didn't hurt me, didn't concern me. He was Jesse. He would always be Jesse. It hardly even came as a surprise. I never suspected anything but it made no difference if he was gay or not. Who cares if he liked boys or girls?
The next day though I remember very clearly. All it takes is a tiny little comment. Just one stupid 11 year old boy making some stupid comment about gays. I remember it so clearly. I broke down, inside. I wanted to tell all my friends that day that my brother was gay. How could I tell them now? I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to make that stupid boy hurt for hurting me, for hating my brother, even though he didn't know. He didn't know that my brother was gay, he didn't think he was hurting anyone. Bu
God, Free Will and OmnipotenceDefinition 1 - God is described as both benevolent and omnipotent.God, Free Will and Omnipotence4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D2 - A beign with Omnipotence can do anything.
D3 - A beign with benevolence is concerned with good and charitible acts.
D4 - Free will is, according to the bible, the right God handed to humans, out of which they could find salvation in him.
Premise 1 - If you don't obtain salvation, you will spend eternity in Hell.
P2 - Saving someone from Hell is a good and charitible act.
P3 - An Omnipotent beign could do anything he desires and still not destroy someone's free will, if so he choses to.
Conclusion 1 - God could save someone from Hell without destroying or violating that person's free will.
C2 - If you die and should go to Hell, God will save you without violating your free will, for he is benevolent and capable.
C2a - Following God's Principles is Irrelevant.
C2b - Belief in God is Irrelevant.
Conclusion 3 - God can change the behaviour of a murderer or avoid natural disasters without altering someone's free will, f
APH-Asylums and Broken FlowersRussia is the blotted smears of bloodAPH-Asylums and Broken Flowers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the walls of old asylums,
And the screaming of lunatics
As they talk to the moon.
Russia is the horror of the moment,
When the prisoners of invisible chains
Are forced to concede
That no one is ever coming
To free them
From the nightmare of perceived dangers
And sterile devices of torture:
That they are alone,
And always will be.
Russia is a hammer
To break bottles
And abandoned hearts.
Russia is red snow
And too many years
Of cold summers.
Russia is a child crying:
A paranoid, twisted infant
In the face of an internal and eternal
Russia is only as good as his rulers,
And the people he represents.
In his oversized body,
He doesn't know where to go,
Or who to be.
Russia is the personification
Of dead sunflowers,
And the tragedy
Under the influence
And the Northern Lights.
Because his face is splitting open
Along the seams of his mouth,
As if to mirror
The state of his
TempoI make awkward first impressions with bed sheetsTempo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching to them like memories I so desperately want to have
while breathing slow, 37 beats per minute on the metronome,
into what I imagine is the nape of your neck.
They don't know me like the last ones.
I find no comfort in my comforter
when I wake three times after midnight to find my eyes open,
breathing now slowed to zero beats per minute,
my head throbs and I feel veins in my neck bulge
like serpentine ridges beneath the desert of my skin;
I've tried to strangle myself with headphone wires again.
I peel them out of the crevice they have made,
wincing not so much from pain
but at how this must look like from my pillow's perspective.
So, I clean the blood off
and hold it tight.
I can say "I'm sorry" in three different languages
but my eyes have drained all the liquid from my mouth
leaving me to croak;
A frog without a fly
A stranger in a strange bed
Caught up in a dream I have not yet had
Love Story PrussiaXCanadaWhy did it have to turn out like this? All he wanted to do was see him again, it wasn't like it was against the law or anything. No, all that was in his way was that stuffy British guy Arthur. Like he was so important anyway. He told them that they weren't in love, they didn't know what love even was. They would never see each other again, no matter how hard they tried. It broke the Prussian's heart, it really did. It was hard not being able to see his cute little Maple everyday. He wanted to be with him every second of the day, all the time. Prussia was stumped, truly. What was he going to do? Arthur wouldn't ever approve of their relationship. Did they even have a relationship? Or was this just a dream?Love Story PrussiaXCanada5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We were both young, when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there, on a balcony of summer air
Prussia was lost in his thoughts when his computer made a loud beep, signifying that he had a new IM. Prussia sighed, and and got on. Looking at t
I'm SorryTitle: I'm SorryI'm Sorry4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing(s): Russia/China, England/China, mentioned America/England, mentioned France/England, mentioned Greece/Japan
Warnings: slash/yaoi, angst, implied sex, M-preg, adultery
He sat there in complete silence. He stared hard at the chair that had been flipped over. He looked at the shattered plates and the broken pieces from the window. Vodka stains were on the wall and the floor from when the half-empty bottle of Vodka was thrown. The blood stains had been splattered on the dining room floors, but it wasn't his. It was his lover's, or maybe now ex-lover's.
China sighed and slowly got up from the table. This was all his fault anyway. He wouldn't be surprised if the Russian never came back and cursed him for the rest of his life.
How could he have been so stupid? He was mature, logical, and thought before taking action. And yet, he took a bite of the forbidden fruit and did the unforgivable.
It had started almost two months ago. China and Ru
Your Sacrifice"You can cut me, if you rather."Your Sacrifice4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My voice was gentle and quite but you still gasped in surprise.
I suppose I should have made some noise to let you know I was there, but I had been standing in the bathroom's open doorway unnoticed for at least 2 minutes uncertain what to say or do...
I had found you, sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning back against the tub.
I watched you roll up your sleeve and choose the desired spot on your forearm.
I listened as you took deep breath then hold it before drawing the razor over and into your skin.
The ensuing hiss sounded more like a sigh and that's when I spoke.
I could keep silent no longer though obviously you had assumed I wasn't home as the blade cut more, cut deeper than intended.
With a sharp yelp, you yanked the blade back and glared up at me.
There was anger, defiance and betrayal in you beautiful brown eyes.
They're still beautiful no matter what emotion you turn towards me.
As long as they're not empty, I ca
I'm Always HereTitle: I'm Always HereI'm Always Here4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: angst, slash/yaoi, mild violence, mentioned self-harm, memories of murder
"Bitte!" she begged him. "Er ist nur ein Jungs...! Tötet stattdessen mich! Lasst ihn gehen!"
He said nothing. He looked back at his boss, who was smiling wickedly at him. "Hurry and do it This is what your nation wants what you want."
He turned back to the screaming and squirming young boy in his hand. He was dirty, his face covered in dirt and mud. His ragged clothes were covered in mud and grass stains from the times he had fallen. He was too thin; his arm was easily breakable and his face was starved. The boy kicked at him, desperate to set his arm free and run to the arms of his equally filthy mother. He looked at them. There was nothing wrong with them. They were German citizens; they were just a woman and her child. Why was hunting them down like savages? Even he didn't understand it. However, he was implo
Christianity: A CultI am aware that I might get some hate or offend some people with this post.Christianity: A Cult4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So I'll ask that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
These are my personal views and thoughts from what I have observed over my years.
Many think its such a wonderful religion. A perfect religion. And the only way to salvation. And trying to argue this fact with a Follower is like trying to pull a nail out of dry cement. There is no way of getting it out and you are just wasting your time.
The thing with Christianity is that most of the followers now a day, aren't actually following the "Bible" or "Jesus." They are simply claiming to be Christians because their family, friends, etc are. People need something to belong to. They need guidance. They are afraid to be themselves and live by their rules.
Now, you may ask why I all this religion a cult?
I will tell you.
Neglected OC Meme_WritingNeglected OC Meme_Writing5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Neglected OC Meme
First of all, choose one of your characters that you've been neglecting. (aka: haven't drawn, written, or otherwise played with in a while) Awww, the poor thing!
1. Now give us a small intro to the character. If you haven't written for them in a long time give us the intro scene from the original fiction. (spelling and grammer mistakes included. Nothing altered!) If you can't find it, write as much as you remember or re-write it.
2. Cool. Well is there anything about it or the character you'd change now?
3. Yes, yes. I see. Now let's get to know them a little more. Do they have any hobbies? Fetishes? Strange quirks? Write us a short scene.
4. We all need a way to support ourselves, so what about a job? Or if they aren't old enough to work, what are their future plans to support themselves?
5. How about getting a little more personal. Write about the strangest or most uncomfortable situation they've ever found themselves in.
6. Yes, well I can
APH - Snow Storms and VioletCanada is bleach-whiteAPH - Snow Storms and Violet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like brittle bones
Or the colour of curdled milk.
He is expressionless:
Forgotten and forgetful,
With violet, sunset clouded eyes,
That are as blank as the Arctic snow
In the lonely expanses
Of his heart.
Canada is young,
But sometimes, he feels
That he has lived too long;
Seen too much.
(He hasn't. He's just overcompensating for the fact
That he hasn't seen enough).
Canada is the purple bruises of steel production
On the skyline of his pretty smile,
And the crushed maple leaves
That emerge, half decomposed,
From the snow in the tentative springtime.
Canada is the anaemic, tired servant
To flags that are not his own.
Shrilly, he sings songs that do not match his heart,
Because if he danced to a melody
Reflective of his personality,
He would have to face his selfish core,
And come to the realization
That he is not a peacekeeper;
Just too afraid to fight.
Canada is a broken child:
A small, ineffective figure,
In a vast, incomprehensible world.
So in the echoing cor
One for the birds.The most beautiful thing about a song birdOne for the birds.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not it's song;
It's the fact that if they miss a note
No one can tell.
Sitting idly by
Twit-tweeting tunes to travelers
It's up to each of us to misinterpret them differently
The truth is so mainstream
What Is This Feeling...? -APH-Spamano;;What Is This Feeling...? -APH-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every frown, there's a smile to make up for it.
One with such a rare, lovely smile should not hide it..
Show it to me, amour!
We can do all that you want.~
Eat tomatos, sit in the sun.
You love me, like I love you...?
.. Mi amour, you don't know how long,
how long I've waited to hear those words
part from your lips. <3
S-shut up, bastard..
I just say that because...
You say I smile well,
I don't see it..
N-not that I... stare in the mirror or anything... ._.
You want me to kiss you?!?
W-WHY, N-NO! MY BLUSH ISN'T CUTE!
T-the way you look at me..
makes my heart pounded slightly faster..
JUST SLIGHTLY. BI
Oh, you still want a kiss?! NO.
Why? Because I don't want-!!
Although you are a bit annoying,
I can still see through you so easily.
Your fancey words:
They confuse me greatly.
I'd rather you spoke in English..
... But.. It does get a bit sexy
when you speak my name slowly
in a hush tone,
A Holiday From YouFor Christmas,A Holiday From You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave me a cross
With a tortured man nailed to it,
And told me that I was evil,
And I was going to burn in hell.
You said that if I had any decency
I would build my own cross
And use it,
Because I wasn't worth anything to anyone
I told you that Christ probably wasn't born
On Christmas anyway.
For Valentine's Day,
You gave me a blank look,
And said nothing.
I took your silence
And put it inside my chest
Because it's weight reminded me of how it felt
To have a heart,
And other Vital, yet apparently nonessential
You gave me a painted egg
With delicate intricacies
Turning the shell
Into a rainbow that reminded me
Of a gay pride march,
Or an end to the perpetual rain.
But when I cracked the egg open,
It was empty.
You told me that I was greedy,
And that the shell
Was the present.
I said that the hollow egg
Reminded me of us,
And treasured the broken fragments.
For April Fools Day,
You kissed me.
I prayed to have the date wrong.
On the Summer Solst
An awkward chat with Tomo..An awkward chat with Tomo..5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Me: Hi Tomo-chan!
Me: You must die now.
Tomo: I cannot die.
Me: YES SIR YOU CAN
Tomo: Are you still located in tomo s bed?
Me: What the heck, Tomo-chan?!
Tomo: That's not something I get asked all the time.
Me: You're seriously stupid.
Tomo: At least I'm smarter than you.
Me: You are a stupid pervert Tomo-chan.
Tomo: Thanks and you are a delightful person too, No I am very smart.
Me: NONONO IM SMART D:
GamKar FluffiesLooking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)GamKar Fluffies4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
▼: FUCK EVERYTHING.
▲: bEsT fRiEnD?
▼: NO, FUCK YOU GAMZEE.
▼: I AM EXTRA FUCKING FRUSTRATED TODAY.
▼: I DON'T NEED YOUR SUGGESTIONS OF FAYGO AND PIES.
▲: wOaH mAn WhAt HaPpEnEd?
▼: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
▼: JUST GIVE ME A HUG OR SOMETHING.
▲: YoU mOtHeRfUcKiNg GoT iT mAn Im AlWaYs WiLlInG tO gIvE tHe BeSt MoThErFuCkEr A hUg
▼: ......*hugs back*
▲: DoEs ThAt MaKe YoU fEeL aNy MoThErFuCkInG bEtTeR bRo?
▼: THANKS I GUESS.
▼: *blushes and scowls*
▲: No MoThErFuCkInG pRoBlEm MaN
▲: wOaH yOuRe AlL bLuShInG aNd ShIt
▼: SHUT UP NO I'M NOT.
▼: THIS IS FROM RAGE.
▲: SuRe It Is MoThErFuCkEr )
▼: YEAH I SHOULD PROBABLY GO NOW BEFORE THIS GETS MORE UNCOMFORTABLE.
▲: Oh ReAlLy MaN? (
▼: *folds his arms* I GUESS I COULD STAY
Kisshu's Love: Part ThirteenKisshu's Love: Part Thirteen7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Kisshus Love: Part Thirteen
Well!? Whats happening!? How is she?? Let me IN!! Kisshu was held back against the wall by Minto and Zakuro as he struggled to get into the room where Ichigo was. You need to wait!! Minto shouted. The tears stung his eyes as he admitted defeat for the time being. Solemn faced, he sat down on a squishy chair in the control room of the ship, sinking uncomfortably into the deep cushions. Shell be okay, Zakuro said behind him. He shifted to look at her, still engulfed in giant chair. Shes a fighter. With that said, she walked off into a hallway that led to Pais room, where she lay to sleep after searching for long hours to find Ichigo. Pai needs to hurry, Kisshu thought quietly to himself. Im going to go crazy if I dont see her okay soon. He laughed mischievously
at the thought of Masaya finally being dead. A door opened, and Kisshu immediately teleported to the opening, wh
You Deserve ItTake your left hand and grip your right shoulder with it. Take your right hand, and grip your left shoulder. Squeeze.You Deserve It4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Not In The Cards - part oneNot In The Cards - part one4 years ago in Romance More Like This
NOTE; image is not mine. found it on google.
Not in the Cards
Our story takes place following the Battle City Tournament; however it deviates greatly from the plotline from therein. It does not go on to follow the events depicted in the Anime, and is not meant to relate to the plot at all. This time frame is chosen simply because it revolves around a theme known as ThiefShipping - a.k.a. the pairing of Yami Bakura & Marik.
This story involves questionable plot points including, but not limited to: out of character development, yaoi, and genderswap. You have been warned.
Setting (A/N; you may skip to the *** for the actual start of the story)
After returning home, Marik dawned a kind of longing for Domino City and, after much negotiation, left Ishizu and returned to live there on his own. His older sister rarely visits, as she is now a solitary tomb-keeper, however they keep in touch by all necessary means.
AkuRoku +Stranger+PROLOGUEAkuRoku +Stranger+5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let's meet again in the next life...
You're a stranger to me. A stanger with a face. A face with skin so flawless. Soft like silk and torrid like fire. Stunning eyes of emerald. Perfect pools of deep green, clever and unreadable. Hair of fire. A mess of crimson spikes. And a mouth so outspoken and cocky. With a tongue so experienced. I can feel your lips pressed on mine. Like it really happened. You're a face with a name. A name so soft on my tongue. So sweet in my mouth. Yielding in my throat. A title fitting. One that lingers in my memories and dreams. And words of a voice so soothing and luring. Echoes in my memories. Promises from a time before. A previous life. I know, somehow. Somewhere in