11. Kung Fu Panda 3 - Inner Peace.11. Kung Fu Panda 3 - Inner Peace.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
TITLE: Kung Fu Panda 3 - Chapter 11: Inner Peace.
The Bao Gu Orphanage - The third day.
Liu's and Tigress's room.
As I (Tigress) laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, all I could think about was yesterday's event of my dad and my friends turning up at the orphanage. I was incredibly excited at the thought of them coming. Liu who was also staring up at the ceiling, was incredibly excited to see her biggest fans, and to be sharing her room with one of them, Master Tigress.
"When you eventually go today... TAKE ME WITH YOU!" Liu said excitedly.
"I'd love too Liu, but I don't think I'll be able to as my work can be deadly! What happens if I adopt you, and something happens to me later on?" I said, trying to disperse the idea and nice thought from Liu's cute little head.
"Then the rest of the Five and teach me better Kung Fu, and I'll avenge your death! To train amongst the Five... Ooh!"
"I can't win, can I Liu?" I said. Obviously trying to persuade Liu was hopeless.
Pesterlog 1Pesterlog 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*DISCLAIMER* This has jokes that I suppose could be seen as spoilers. So if you're not caught up you probably shouldn't read this. Because frankly you won't find it funny and I will just looks silly. *okay disclaimer over*
--carcinoGeneticist began pestering twinArmaggedon--
CG: SOLLUX I NEED TO TALK TO YOU
TA: ii2 thii2 about you and TZ?
CG: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU ASSUME THAT
TA: becaus2e that'2 all you ever talk about
TA: a2iide from that kiid dave.
TA: or john
CG: SHUT UP ABOUT JOHN
CG: WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS BRING THAT SNIVELLING LITTLE HUMAN INTO THIS? IT'S RIDICULOUS AND FUCKING ANNOYING. JEEGUS YOUD THINK YOU WERE ALL EATING THOSE FUCKING SLIME PIES GAMZEE LIVES OFF OF.
CG: I TALK ABOUT BEING THE GLORIOUS LEADER I AM TOO.
TA: ye2, 2ure, what ii2 the ii22ue.
CG: OKAY, OKAY. TEREZI KEEPS TALKING TO THIS DAVE GUY. SHE WONT TELL ME BUT I CAN SEE HER TALKING TO HIM RIGHT NOW. AND SHE KEEPS LAUGHING. IT'S DISGUSTING ME.
CG: SERIOUSLY I
was it easy?i.was it easy?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I met you, I would only bring tragedies up to the rooftop, or down to the street corner, or to the bike cage. You asked me if any of them were true.
"You make the saddest stories so beautiful with that pen," you said, on the same day that we held hands for the first time and I found out you smoked.
It's all we are now, though. Just more depressing words from my pen. You loved my writing that much; and that was more than me, and it ruined us.
The January before you turned twenty-one, you told me you were afraid to become an adult. "I don't want to be somebody a child will hate."
You had always smelled like peppermint, cologne, and the truth, and it made me so sure when I told you, "You won't be. You're different."
And hey it wouldn't be the first time I was wrong.
We spent the summer talking about baby names and our house in Colorado. You wanted a daughter and I wanted four boys, and one of them had to be called James.
It was October when
you never knew.Every summer in Munich the rain used to fall in buckets tepid, luminescent rain, like crystal slices, sluicing through the green trees leaves and loosening the earth around the mountains so much that the smaller towns had to evacuate. It slicked the city streets and made the sky as gray as them. I went out every day while the adults sat indoors around fireplaces to complain about the wet weather, and lied and said it was only because I liked to watch. My mother would shake her finger every time I dripped warm rainwater into the house and my brother would warn me in whisper that if I stayed out too long, I could drown.you never knew.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I only half-lied. I loved to watch, watch from under the loose flooring of the porch as the rain came down. But Sam loved the rain more, and that was part of why I loved to watch. Loved to watch him watch. As we got older, more and more he would venture out, and sit in the grass as the rain fell around him, his face turned to the white sky. Sam liked the peace and
SynesthesiaMusic rains on my eyes, tasting grey, smelling of stars.Synesthesia1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shattered Mirror: Chapter 1-NewcomerNo one knew how it exactly happened. One second, Princess Celestia was the ruler of Equestria, the next, she had been thrown down into the catacombs beneath the Palace, and a new pony stepped in and took over. Her decrees were harsh, the penalties for ignoring or breaking them even worse. One of her first execution was of a young purple Alicorn who had only recently been named as a Princess of Equestria. The Alicorn’s head and wings now hung over the gates to the Palace, a grim reminder to any who thought about challenging the new ruler’s power. Some ponies spoke of Princess Celestia’s younger sister, a blue Alicorn named Luna. They hoped she would be able to restore order, but older ponies knew of the old stories about a mare named Nightmare Moon who had been reformed. Yet she had occasionally shown relapses into her dark side, and some noticed an eerie similarity between Nightmare Moon and the new ruler and came to the startling conclusion that they were one and theShattered Mirror: Chapter 1-Newcomer1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Cake TheoryThe Cake Theory4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cake Theory
"Baby Cakes," the latest episode for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, evolved our understanding of the Equestrian world in more ways than one. Now, thanks to pony genes, we're able to see how two Earth ponies can give birth to a Pegasus and Unicorn without any immediate relations to ether race. Answer: Recessive traits. Thank you 8th grade biology! However, there are some questions that still need answering. I personally have a theory that pertains to each Cake baby, so let's slice right in!
Now, we're all familiar with Twilight Sparkle's struggle to learn and advance in magic as a young filly. In the episode 23 of season 1 - "The Cutie Mark Chronicles" - where we see her struggle to even turn a page with magic. And that's with the enormous amount of studying she puts in. So why then is it so hard for Twilight Sparkle - Celestia's prime student and the Element of Magic - to learn what she needed to and got to where she
GardeningThe Statue Gardens of Canterlot were one of its prime attractions. Many statues of famous and well-known ponies dotted the pathways, each bearing plaques that gave the pony’s name and a short bio about what they had contributed to Equestria that earned them a right to have a statue made for them.Gardening1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Set apart from the rest of the statues were other areas, where lone statues stood. Some areas were gated off, where only Royalty or other high-ranking nobles could enter. A pair of guards were stationed on either side of one gateway that led to the area reserved for ponies that had fallen in wars.
A lone dark-blue-coated Alicorn trotted down one winding pathway silently. Her eyes were downcast, tracing a well-worn path that only her hooves had ever traveled. Finally, she came into a small clearing. In the center stood a lone statue of a small pegasus colt, barely older than a foal. His wings were flared, his front hooves raised. His body was lean, with slim limbs and even in stone, his m
A Locket through time A Locket through timeA Locket through time2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
This young girl, wise beyond her years...
knows she is different from all of her peers.
Remembering a life long ago, a life she surely could not know.
She feels drawn to a frightening world.
Somehow she doesn't mind. She has known this before.
This world should be horror, darkness unfolds.
Friday [german translation]Dienstag, 19. April 2011:Friday [german translation]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eigentlich hatte ich nicht vorgehabt, irgendjemandem davon zu erzählen.
Aber jetzt tue ich es.
Einige seltsame Dinge passierten damals, und seltsame Dinge passieren auch heute noch. Damals dachte ich, ich wäre die einzige, der solche Dinge wiederfahren sind, doch dann erfuhr ich von diesen „Creepypastas“. Natürlich sind die meisten davon erfunden, doch manche von ihnen könnten auch wahr sein. Ich weiß, dass dort draußen irgendwo Leute sind, die uns die Wahrheit erzählt haben, und doch fälschlicherweise als „Künstler“ oder „Fanfiction-Autoren“ betitelt worden sind. Ich weiß, dass da welche sind, denn ich bin eine dieser fraglichen Personen.
Meine Geschichte allerdings ist nicht so blutrünstig wie andere es sein mögen – sie ist kein bisschen blutrünstig, um ehrlich zu sein. Du magst sie nicht gruselig finden – Du könntest soga
High School Hassles 1High School Hassles 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N. Hey guys, I know it's been a long while since I've been on to post anything. I've had this written for a while. Putting it off and off and 13th of August came around and I thought, "Hey why not." So here I am.
Warning: M/M, crack pairings, cross-dressing, AU.
I sat at the table across from Axel. He smiled and winked at me before talking again to Saix and Xigbar. I smiled and focused back on Zexion and Larxene arguing about guys. I rolled my eyes and slunk in my chair, instantly relaxing. Deciding to randomly doodle in my book, not paying attention to what I was drawing or what the others were saying. It was probably about 10 or so minutes later I was being pulled out of my little world. Only to have Larxene laughing at me and Zexion shaking his head. I stared at them before freezing. Due to a sudden presence at my shoulder and slow breathing by my ear. "Pretty good resemblance. And the chest is very close. Great job Roxy." And with a kiss in the cheek, causing a wild fi
The Start of Something NewNopony remembered what had sparked the Pegasi/Unicorn War. Yet whatever it had been, it had caused the conflict to drag on for well over a decade, neither side able to gain an advantage over the other. Cities were taken and retaken, destroyed and rebuilt. The earth ponies caught in the middle of the conflict either chose a side or kept on the move away from the fighting. Even the royal sisters had been driven apart, each choosing a side in the conflict. The Princess of the Day, Celestia, sided with the pegasi and the Princess of the Night, Luna, had sided with the unicorns.The Start of Something New1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I never knew it was possible for two cities to lay siege to each other at the same time. Usually, it was one group of ponies who surrounded a city and simply waited them out, cutting off their supply trains and starving them into submission. Since Cloudsdale was a cloud city, it was easy to move around the battlefield and send reinforcements wherever they were needed. The city under siege was Canterlot, where Prince
Pixel NessPixel Ness4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
WMITBW- Kouri - Part 21WMITBW- Kouri - Part 214 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's hard to believe how fast time flies by. Rita and I are now 24 and have both finished our last year of University. Mimi and Tai have also finished and now were working in the real world. Tai was working towards being a diplomat and Mimi was working to be a nutrient specialist. Rita had just received a job offer to teach English in a middle school. It was a little sad seeing all of us moving on but a bit happy at the same time. Now today would be fun, Matt and I made a bet with Tai and we won. Tai has to cut his massive amount of hair off. The whole gang decided to gather to watch this go down. The hairdresser was a little shocked to see a group of 12 people watching her give a haircut. Little did she know that this was a moment we were all waiting for. Kari had her camera ready as Tai had put a pout on his face. As soon as the hairdresser finished we all stood in amazement. "Come on guys say something you are freaking me out." Tai wined as we continued to stare in shock.
I'm done.There's no need...I'm done.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But still I cringe
And bite my tongue
Think of a response
As I feel my skin singe
With the heat of words thrown back
In my face
So I frown and type
And express my distaste
For those like you.
You with no pity,
You with no grammar.
You with no morals,
No decency in your manner.
You supporter of censorship,
Hater of colour, hate of rights,
Supporter of genocide,
Instigator of fights.
The rhymes are losing their style,
I suppose I should end this now.
But somehow I don't feel I'm finished,
I'll never stoop to bow
Before one such as you,
You with no pity in your heart,
You who is never wrong,
You who sees yourself as strong,
Prepared to make the statistics work for you.
Cite your documents,
Cite your work.
Are going berserk.
I sat down,
I heard what you had to say.
Though your hatred is coated
In honeycomb sweet stats,
Your discrimination is still nothing but discrimination
I write this poem in fury and rage
Hemophobia Part 1One, two, three, four.Hemophobia Part 13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Pain, it hurts...
He stopped breathing staring at, once again, at fine line of crimson colour that it was leading down slowly from his finger.
it wasn't so deep the wound but it hurted so much, probably because he was more sensible than usual.
Thin pain started to grow up, his vision started to get blurry again, everything seemed dark and motionless. His hands started to shiver in desperation, his breathe break down, he needed air, he was starting to suffering another panic attack.
Red---that crimson colour always made him feel so numb.
One, two, three, four.
Five, six, seven---eight, nine.
The feeling started to calm down as he stopped looking at the colour while he healed the wound with a bandaid, all his senses started to be on control again. He opened his blue eyes very slowly, finally the feeling went away and he released all the stress builded from every muscle of his body. Ventus sighed relieved and tried to
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.Dragons3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
Teacher's Pet"Hey, Shinon, nice shot!"Teacher's Pet8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shinon swept his hair out of his eyes, nocking another arrow. "You expected less from me, kid?" He glared at Rolf for just a moment, making the teenager's smile falter. "If you have time to compliment, you have time to practice."
Shinon stepped away from the practice target, motioning for Rolf to take a turn. The kid stepped up, his brow knotting in concentration as he looked at each of the targets around him. After a moment, he took out an arrow, took careful aim, and shot. The arrow hit just above the bullseye.
"Goddess, are you ever slow today." Shinon plucked the arrow from the target, depositing it in Rolf's quiver.
"I...I'm trying, Shinon..."
Shinon knocked his student on top of his head. "How many times do I have to tell you that there is no such thing as 'trying,' Rolf?" The sniper readied his own bow. "You have to know where your target is before you shoot it. If you look at it, you're already dead. Watch."
Shinon spun and shot the target behind hi
red leaves and Robert Frost.When I was young, my virginity was sacred. Entire religions pray over it and my father bought a gun so long as it meant protecting it.red leaves and Robert Frost.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We throw away half of our refrigerator each week meanwhile, 24,000 people die of starvation every day.
Hardest part is, sometimes wasting things can't be helped.
At the bus stop, before I could drive, boys would ask for my phone number while I tugged up the neck of my shirt. Asked me how old I was while I crossed my legs under my skirt.
I told them I had a boyfriend even when it wasn't true, because they'll always respect another man more than my disinterest.
Hearing "I love you" for the first time is like getting hit by a train and only feeling the angel as they pull you up to Heaven.
People who are manic can jump off roofs or sell their house to buyers who don't exist.
For me, it was fucking six guys in four days and spending $150 in three.
That wasn't good enough, though, so instead of help all I got was a smiley-face sticker and long, quiet c
The Effort Was Worth ItFor what seemed like the tenth time Inuyasha threw his right hand up in frustration while his left hand held his current nemesis in place. Flexing his fingers to pop every knuckle his claw-like hand twitched with eagerness to slice this foe into ribbons. Having a sudden change of heart, the snarl on his face was replaced with a scowl as he harrumphed at the package, and hid both hands in the sleeves of his haori.The Effort Was Worth It4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Stupid Kagome and her stupid Christmas," he groused. "Why's she always gotta try to make me do this stupid stuff anyway? Sango and Miroku aren't sitting around, missing hair off their ears cause they snatched a piece of tape off their head. And that stupid Shippo would probably love to be sitting in the middle of this pile of wrapping paper, making an even bigger mess than I am just trying to wrap this stupid box." Disgusted, Inuyasha spun his back on the box, and continued to sit in the middle of M