Toph "Norris" Bei Fong FactsWhen Koh goes to sleep every night, he checks his cave for Toph Bei Fong.Toph "Norris" Bei Fong Facts6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Toph Bei Fong doesn't read books. No, not because she's blind. She just gives them a blind stare until she gets the information she wants.
Toph Bei Fong does not sleep. She waits. (Explaining why she can sense Combustion Man coming for the Gaang in 305 The Beach.)
Toph Bei Fong is the reason why Ozai is hiding during the Day of Black Sun, not the solar eclipse.
There is no rear head behind Toph Bei Fong's hairbun. There is only another fist.
When Toph Bei Fong does a pushup, she isn't lifting herself up, she's pushing the Earth down.
Toph Bei Fong never asks what time it is, SHE decides what time it is.
Toph Bei Fong ships only Tokka. But she'll consider between Kataang and Zutara for her beta ship.
The Great Walls of Ba Sing Se were originally created to keep out Toph Bei Fong. It was epic fail.
Toph Bei Fong once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. She spent the first 45 minutes having sex with Sokka.
The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 1The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Robert Terwilliger, otherwise known as Sideshow Bob had a frown on his face as he looked up at the banner on the outside of a building that said "Springfield Gamers, Video Game Convention" on it. He sighed as he looked down. "Why did I let myself get talked into this?" he asked in a thinking out-loud way.
"Because if you said no, your only son would throw a fit." came the voice of his younger brother Cecil who was standing beside him. The two had been dragged here by their sons Gino and William who as it turned out were really into video games which the two boys played quite a lot much to their fathers dismay.
"I am never going to understand these things or our sons weird obsession with them, for that matter." Bob stated to his brother as he crossed his arms. "I doubt any parent really does." Cecil added before he started to head inside the building, with Bob following him in.
Inside there was many tables set up and areas with stands that had people on them, talking. "Egad, how do they
Lurking In The Dark Pale SnowSummary: Another Korrasami Ft with their child Amala who wakes up from a fearful nightmare and seeks the comfort of her parents.Lurking In The Dark Pale Snow8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“W-where am I?” Amala thought, looking around at the barren, snow covered field. Was it a field? It could have been a meadow? Or a large sheet of ice above the water. Amala couldn’t remember what her grandmother had taught her, and now she wished she had paid more attention to their lessons.
But it was so cold.
The wind was biting into her flesh. Into the thick, soft blue woolen nightgown she was wearing. The snow seemed to rise above her polar dog slippers and her feet were ice cold.
But there was nothing out here. Nowhere to shake shelter. Just that dark shadowy thing in the distance.
I wonder what that is. Amala thought to herself as she tried to make her way forward. It’s sort of purple too. And who are those to figures standing near it?
As she made her way towards them, the shadow grew larger in size, until a large
A Life Without YouA Life Without You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Life Without You
A Near x Mello FanFic
My heart keeps beating fast. It feels as though my chest would break. "Relax.", I thought to myself. My breathing slowed a bit, but it became faster and rougher again as soon as I saw iron gates coming up on the view. I want to tell Gevanni to drive faster, but I know it would break my calm façade. So I waited for him to stop the car in front of the gate. He opened the door for me and said, "I'll wait for you here. Call me if you need me.". I nodded absently. I'm not paying that much attention to whatever Gevanni was saying. I held my paper bag tighter and I started to walk towards the peaceful but beautiful garden. I kept on walking for about 5 minutes until I saw him. Mello. The only person whom I loved and somehow, returned some of that love to me. I walked towards him and I felt the tears coming up. I controlled them but the pain in my chest had not receded. As soon as I reached him, I knelt down and pulled
At my doorAt my door4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn't that I didn't want to know or the fact I didn't care but when he showed up at my door, I knew I was in trouble he had this smile on his face, he reached in and grabbed my JP top and pulled me into his lip, my hands held on to the door for dear life as his sickly sweet lips attack my mouth his pushed his tongue into my mouth feeling and probing every part of my mouth looking for hidden places, I moaned back into his mouth, he pulled back and looked at me "BB." I said he smiled and walked in trailing behind him was another man just like him but his eyes were black like coal
"Oh this is L we're kind of like twins you don't mind if he joins us do you."
Secrets: A Mabifica FicPacifica Northwest has a secret. Alright, she has a ton of secrets, but in Gravity Falls it's hard not to. Right now, though, her secret is this: she's not going to a party on her daddy's newest yacht. Of course not, she's already been a dozen times. Not that her friends need to know. No, tonight, her secret is that she's going to a sleepover, hosted by none other than Mabel Pines.Secrets: A Mabifica Fic10 months ago in Romance More Like This
She'd be lying if she said she didn't know how it happened. Mabel snuck her number into Pacifica's phone the night after the mini-golf game, (which Pacifica agreed to never talk about to anyone ever, who'd believe her anyway?) and maybe they'd texted a little.
Maybe they had texted a lot. Maybe Pacifica woke up with a dozen messages of nothing but emojis in her inbox every morning, all from the same stupidly optimistic girl. Maybe she smiled every time she saw them. But it's not like she'd tell anyone that, no, she had a reputation to uphold. Pacifica Northwest, social elitist and Totally Fucking Loaded, to
Fighting the Slash FormulaFighting the Slash Formula6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fighting the Formula: Original Slash Fiction
Disclaimer: This is about m/m slash fiction only, because I have no experience with femmeslash original fiction. I encourage anyone who reads that particular genre to write their own "fight the formula" complaints. This is my opinion and is not to be taken as the last word on anything. You can write what you like: this IS the internet, after all. Also, this does not apply to "lemons". We
Der NachtmahrZu lang ist's her, seit du zuletzt bewusstDer Nachtmahr4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
durch Schlummers sanfte Kosung deine Lider
zu schließen dich getrautest und die Glieder
gelassen von dir strecktest, voller Lust.
Der Nachtmahr hockt dir lang schon auf der Brust,
bevor du einschläfst; täglich, nächtlich wieder,
erscheint er plötzlich, zwingt dich heftig nieder
und frisst sich satt an Zweifeln, Furcht und Frust.
Du spürst, wie er dich irren Blicks belauert
und wie dich böse Ahnung kalt beschauert,
doch kannst du dich nicht regen, atmest kaum.
Und während dich die grimmen Qualen plagen,
dich peinigend mit grellen Bildern jagen,
erstickt ein ungehörter Schrei im Traum.
.:Salad Fingers:.It was almost like a desert, yet cold.. Oddly enough warm at night.. As if the world was reversed...:Salad Fingers:.4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
As the old Rickety Barn stood tall, Dis-originating the Posture of the Deserted Land..
All around Bones lay cracked and discarded..
And before it is noticed..
A very tall, broad figure would envelope the darkness surrounding it..
The darkness seemed to be lightened as it stepped into the daylight..
If you would refer to Grey Skies being Daylight, of course..
As it approached your well being, you shake with Fear, your sweat almost like rain, As you ponder over the oddly shaped figure
Was it a man?.. Was it an Animal?..
Do I dare to question?..
As you look up, you meet eye to eye..
A large mysterious figure, an oburne Green..
The skin rough.. The eyes bloodshot and wide..
What was this creature?..
The clothes were well worn.. Yet torn and scratched..
Scars would zig-zag left to right over it's face and hands..
As you look down at the hands of this stranger..
The fingers seem to reach out a
The Cage When a tiger has to spend all their time in the small travelling cage of a circus, only getting out of it for shows, they walk in tight circles. They go round and round, always the same amount of steps, the same turning, the same number of steps back, turning again, repeating that over and over; day in, day out. The cage is so small it only allows for two and a half steps. Turning, going back, always treading on the same spots and making the same movements in every round. Pacing up and down. Every day, every night, every year.The Cage7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Then one day the tiger gets sold to a zoo. The cage is taken away, replaced by an enclosure that's many times bigger than the old cage but only a fraction of a wild tiger's territory. There are even some trees, bushes and grass.
The tiger walks in tight circles. They go round and round, always the same amount of steps, turning, the same number of steps back, turning again; day in, day out. The grou
Communications LogMy words came out a few millimeters off courseCommunications Log6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and by the time they made it to you
they were ten parsecs away from their intended destination.
That's the power of the distance
between two minds,
and geometric angles.
My voice has never been particularly good
My hands are better.
When you can set coordinates down,
type the figures into the screen, it's so much easier to follow.
But a voice has to freehand it,
fight its way out of atmo and into
Only space isn't empty.
The space between my mouth
and your ears
is full of meteors and gravity sinks
strange solar winds
and no air.
Then there's your defense systems. And everybody has them.
I've known people with their own personal armadas,
people with force fields
like the selective membranes of cells,
people with feebly orbiting Sputniks
going "beep... beep... beep..."
but everybody has them.
Then once you've received my signal
you have to unscramble, decode, translate, process,
repair or guess at the degraded data
I Hate Parties by SophadeI hate parties. Its loud, you get drunk, then what? You try to get yourself home and the morning after is even worse. But I cant say this anymore, really.I Hate Parties by Sophade8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I met him in a party. He was completely drunk. He was handsome. As I was bored and on the way to be drunk too, I asked him if he wanted me to ride him home. He looked at me, surprised, then he approched, so near me, that I could smell his parfum. He said that if I could show him what wamth was, yes he would like me to ride him home. I didnt quiet understood at that moment, but I brought him to my apartement. The moment we stepped in, he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me senseless. He asked where was my bedroom, I showed him. He took me into his arms and when we entered the bedroom, he let me fall onto my bed, following suit, between my legs. He seemed as frustrated as I was, so I let him make love to me the whole night. It was hot, intense, and I had never felt so much sensations in one night. He made my hea
Take Care Ch.8Ulrich was running as fast as he could. He had a thought that Odd was in trouble. The voices was heard closer, and Ulrich knew that Odd was behind the next corner.Take Care Ch.84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ulrich yelled to be sure that Odd knew he was coming.
Odd heard someone coming and so heard Mark. The man snorted and pulled his hand out of Odd's pants. He took hold of Odd, and threw him on his shoulder. It was easy, since Odd wasn't very heavy. Odd wagged his feet and hit the man on the back, but Mark didn't let go. Odd heard how the person was yelling his name. It was Ulrich.
Odd yelled as loud as he could. Mark knocked Odd's cheek with his fist, and it left a red mark. Mark was just about to start running, when somebody threw the trash can lid to his feet. Mark screamed and fell down. Odd flew to the street, and rolled on the car road.
Ulrich saw Odd rolling from the shadows. Ulrich sighed from relief to see Odd okay. Mark came angrily from the corner. In Ulrich's eyes Mark looked like so horrible,
Already DeadWhy, oh why, did you give up trying?Already Dead6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You could have told me all those nights you stayed up crying
At this point, it doesn't matter what I've said
Because, by now, it seems like you're already dead
I've tried so hard to give you the world
But you ignored it, and into a tight ball you curled
Away from me, from everyone, you stayed
Hiding, oh what a big mess we've made
How long have I sat here sighing?
Doesn't matter, since you're already dying
Rotting away, bitter at me
For only wanting you to look around and see
They care, dear friend, they really do
Please don't make me have to find you
Dead, alone, and gone from this life
Because I can no longer stand your ongoing strife.
Give me wingsGive me wingsGive me wings7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Make me fly away
Give me wings
And give me my reason to stay
Be my wings
And I'll be your everything
Be my wings
And I promise you, happiness I will bring
Stay my wings
And I won't abandon you
Stay my wings
And I swear, forever will I be true
So give me wings
Make me strive
Give me wings
And bring me back to life
Sector 7 Sky SectorSector 7 Sky Sector4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Sky Sector is made almost entirely out of clouds. Each Tower stands inside a temple dedicated to one of XANA's Monsters, although when the Sector was designed by the Taylor brothers, the statues were based on ancient real world temples, and was instead altered routinely by XANA.
While like in other external Sectors the Towers have a tendency to shift, in the Sky Sector the temples and statues move along with them.
Tower 1 - Kolossus: The Kolossus temple is the largest of them, and is the only one which is a statue. The Statue looks out of the ground, with its sword and hand loosely wrapped protectively around the tower, has paths for easy walking around it. The sword arm is jammed into the ground and forms a ramp. Atop the Kollossus, one can see most of the Sector.
Tower 2 - MegaTank (shell opened): This temple looks as though it was built for Megatanks. Curved walls, ceilings, and sloped floors, a Megatank could roll all he wants in here! Set into niches of the Tower chamber, whic
HungryHe awoke to the scent of smoke. Saliva beaded at the corners of his mouth. His head rose from the branch and dislodged a blanket of snow. A thin black line rose above the treetops into the pale winter sky. After a quick stretch he leaped from his perch, landed on his feet, and broke into an effortless trot. He followed the smoke by scent until he reached a familiar clearing and discovered a campsite. A boy and a girl sat beside a fire.Hungry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hunched his back and hugged himself before approaching them, as if bracing against the cold. He stumbled into the clearing. Both pairs of eyes turned in unison. The girl lowered hers with a blush. The boy rose from his seat by the campfire.
"Holy crap, what happened to you man?"
The boy disappeared into the tent and came back with a pair of pants and a jacket. He put them on to humor him even though they offered no feeling of warmth. The girl handed him her plate of breakfast.
"What's your name?" she asked as he shoveled the food into his mo
Phoenix's Tales - Chapter OnePhoenix's Tales - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The story of a young witch
My name is Melina Blackeye. I live in a tower in the middle of nothing. Where is that nothing, you may ask. Well, it's in the land of Iroma kingdoms. The three kingdoms in war. I live next to the battlefield and they bring me wounded knights and brave people.
I am also a witch. I was born from a mother-witch, but my father was just a knight, serving in one of the kingdoms Karalom.
Karalom isn't the biggest kingdom, but it is known for its really good farmers and farmlands.
I live alone. My mother was slain by kingdom Iomus' knights, because, well, she was a witch. Iomus people don't like magic at all, they use only their weapons and even their bare hands.
They know about me, but now they are too busy planning their attacks.
Actually, I don't worry about that.
I am still young. I am 24 years old, but I'm still studying magic. I'm not even in a hurry, because I have about 200 years left to live. Maybe longer, I don't know.
All my days are boring. Just si
Daddy WanderDaddy Wander2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I promise that what you are reading right now really did happen to me. Sure it was strange, but it was worth it. I rest assure you that this letter will bring much benefit to you. This has been a very long time ago, but I remember this very clearly. So, in other words, take it from me- this really happended, and it will warm your shallow heart- whether it is or not.
It was a clear, calm morning; Sylvia and I were making their way through a small town, looking to see if there were those who needed help. "Uh, Wander," Sylvia asked, "what smells like burning?" I blinked and sniffed the air; indeed, something smelt like it was burning. "I have no idea!" I frowned. Then, Sylvia heard screams up ahead. A little walking talking ball of purple fluff ran up to them! "Oh do help us!" she shrieked, "The emperor's palace is on fire!"
"Alright, puff ball, calm down," Sylvia said. "Tell us where the palace is." The b
A lifetime of memories agoA lifetime of memories ago5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And forever lost, you
To a suffocating oblivion.
I seek reminiscence not, yet here phantoms of "used-to-be"s lurk about and haunt even pebbles.
What am I but a forgotten, meaningless pebble? For on these streets lie a thousand broken bonds,
And I can't find ours.
Carves a shadow, your
Far-away soul -
no face lingers.
Winds, the echo of yesterday they are; but the buildings still, today, shiver and rattle.
Am I, now, to shake and hear only echoes? A lifetime of memories ago, you kept me steady.
But empty buildings, as me, grow old and forgotten too fast and too soon.
Always one day ahead,
Feet leading to roads
Paved in memories.
At the gates of Present, I dare not step further; and the sound that retracing our past makes, seducing lullaby it is.
Am I, truthfully, dreaming of Neverlands that died long ago? These lands, they are childlike illusions,
And I wish this was just a hide-and-seek.
Serial Killer Pickup LinesAre you an angel? Because that's the only mythological creature I haven't raped yet.Serial Killer Pickup Lines6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Is there a gaping wound in your side or are you just happy to see me?
Are you a thief? Because you've stolen my heart. Now get in the trunk.
The voices like your skin.
If you were a drug, I'd crush you and put you in that girl's drink.
If I bit my lip, would you kiss it better? [when she does, rip her face off with teeth]
I think my medication is wearing off.
Do you believe in love at first sight or shouldn't I have ripped your eyes out?
Do you like consensual sex? Neither do I.
Are you from Tennessee? Because that's the only state I'm not wanted in.
Baby, you must be a broom because I'm going to snap your head off and clean the floor with it.
Want to get some air? Oh wait, I ate your lungs.
Do you have a map? Because I got lost in your eyes. [If this doesn't work, hit her in the head with a brick]
Can you give me directions...to your heart? And kidneys?
Is it hot in here or is it just the fire I've li
Those dreaded wordsI don't want to say goodbyeThose dreaded words7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to leave your side
I would rather die
Than to have to say those dreaded words
I don't want to miss you
I don't want to only remember
I am sure I would only surrender
I don't want to lose my purpose
I don't want to lose my heart
You, my love
You are all I got
Where else will I go?
I can't live, so...
I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want to have to leave your side
I would so much rather die
Than to ever have to say those dreaded words
-Your gothic rose
The Simpsons Theme Tune LyricsThe Simpsons Theme Tune Lyrics4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
HO-MER SIMP-SON / MARGE SIMP-SON / LI-SA / MA-GGIE / BART
SAN-TAS LI-TTLE HEL-PER
LE-NNY / CARL / SMI-THERS / M-R BURNS
KENT BROCK-MAN / BUMBLE-BEE MAN / KRUS-TY / SIDE-SHOW MEL
CO-MIC BOOK GUY
DIS-CO STU / PRO-FE-SSOR FRINK
MOE / MAYOR QUIM-BY
WI-GGUM / WI-LLIE
TE-RRI / SHE-RRI
SEY-MOUR / ED-NA K / SU-PER IN-TEN-DENT CHAL-MERS
U-TER / BLIN-KY THE FISH / JEB-E-DI-AH SPRING-FIELD / FAT TO-NY / SNAKE / GILL
A-PU / MAN-JU-LA / MISS HOO-VER
NEL-SON / MAR-TIN / O-TTO / JIM-BO / RALPH / DOLPH / KEAR-NEY
PA-TTY / SEL-MA
HER-MAN / MOLE-MAN / THE SEA CAP-TAIN
SIDE-SHOW BOB TER-WILL-I-GER AND REV-ER-END TIM LOVE-JOY
DOC-TOR HI-BBERT / DOC-TOR NICK
SLACK JAWED CLE-TUS
NED / ROD AND TODD FLAN-DERS
RA-DI-O AC-TIVE MAN / IT-CHY / SCRAT-CHY / POO-CHIE
TROY MC-CLURE / JAS-PER / KANG AND KODOS