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Portal Papercraft2 years ago in Other
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Breaking PointAnger sat in the tiny room they called the living room. In part, the small size was a good thing, because anything larger would be very sparsely furnished by how little they owned. As it was, the room was comfortable enough, though it only held a small couch, an even smaller table and a television that was practically antique.Breaking Point2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He flipped through the channels on said TV, stopping finally on a program he didn't recognize. It wasn't peaceful, that was for sure. But Anger had always been drawn to the more violent shows. It was just part of his nature. He wondered if he could get away with watching it, considering—
"Anger? What are you watc
Time And Relative---SPAAAAACE2 years ago in Other
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Jennalynn2 years ago in Adopted Base
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Never Forget - Full"Curiosity, for the last time, stay away from it!" Anger scolded her as she strayed from the group for the second time crouching by a bench at platform 7.Never Forget - Full2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why?" Curiosity pouted, "Will it hurt me? Is it deadly? Deadly as neurotoxin?!" She gasped, incing away from it and standing back up.
Anger sighed, "No. Just stay away from it."
Morality, who was walking side-by-side with Anger, grabbed his hand, interlocking it with hers. Anger blushed. "Come on, can't she just pet it? Our train isn't here yet." Morality asked as she looked over at Curiosity who was now petting the small, white stray.
Anger looked at her with an arched eyebrow, "Haven
Fortley: Meltdown HugShe stood on the opposite side of his lair. His territory. His domain. Her Chocolate brown eyes were determined and held no sign of intimidation.Fortley: Meltdown Hug2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Was there nothing that would make her back down? He gritted his teeth, baring them menacingly in one last warning – run for your life. Looking over his cracked glasses at her, blue eyes to the brim with loathing, he drew himself up, putting one foot forward in a stance of defense.
But of course she wouldn't falter.
When he heard the sound of her boots skim the paneled floor below them he immediately went into action, throwing his arm forward and propelling a bomb that
Portal Theme Challenge, 6-106. New LovePortal Theme Challenge, 6-102 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“…You haven’t eaten in a while.”
At that, Chell glanced up from her Companion Cube and focused on one of the cameras, looking questioning. The robotic voice had been ordering her to incinerate it for the past several hours, but now it seemed to be switching tactics.
“You must be very hungry,” the voice went on. “So I’ll make you a deal. If you euthanize the Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube, I will allow you to have a slice of your victory cake early. Does that sound fair to you? Because I think it’s more than fair.”
Against Chell’s will, her stom
GLaDOS Paper-fied2 years ago in Other
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Captive2 years ago in Adopted Base
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Fortley: B. r. o. k. e. n. Through Your EyesFortley: B. r. o. k. e. n.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He knew the moment he collided into her that it was... well, her.
"So – so sorry!" he stumbled, falling onto the palms of his hands and most likely skimming them on the hard concrete.
"No no, it's my fault, I wasn't looking..." She trailed off once their eyes met. He blinked those ocean-like blue eyes she had gotten lost in so many times under the dirt of the earth in Aperture. He stared into her chestnut brown eyes, which were probably as wide as his with surprise.
Without another word, the girl he had tried to kill gathered up her books with a frown that made his heart snap in two,
To Those Who Don't KnowYou all don't give two cents about us do you?To Those Who Don't Know1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones that were your first.
We've grown old. We're not cute.
We've matured.
And you just bash us to no end.
What is left in this world but hate?
You say you love us, but you don't show it.
You make us scared to love, scared to try for things on our own.
You throw insults freely, not caring the scars you leave on us.
You make us feel so useless.
I feel like a bird trapped in a cage,
trying to spread her wings to fly but can't.
He feels like a doll. Made of plastic,
set to follow a certain mold and anything else isn't good enough.
She feels like she can never do anything right,
A Force to be Reckoned With2 years ago in Traced Base
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Letting Go“What the hell do you mean, you’re dying?” Chell demanded. “You can’t be dying. You’re going to live forever, remember? You told me so. And that was only fourteen years ago.”Letting Go2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“When I told you that, I had not yet deduced the damages that occurred during the time that I was dead,” the AI replied calmly. “And now that I have, I can reach only one conclusion: I am ‘dying,’ as you put it.”
“But you can’t be,” Chell protested.
GLaDOS sighed. “Well, I am. I have determined that unless I can somehow restore myself to optimum efficien
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It's Self-Injury Awareness DayIt's an annual day of awareness that takes place on March 1st. (Obviously.)It's Self-Injury Awareness Day1 year ago in Personal More Like This
For those of you who don't know: Self-injury (or self-harm, or self-abuse) is classified as a coping mechanism. An individual harms their physical self to deal with emotional pain or to break feelings of numbness by arousing sensation. This umbrella term can cover many things: cutting, bruising, burning, some forms of hair-pulling and non-suicidal over-dosing (taking more than suggested doses of pain-killer, or taking it more often than normal). Unlike it is often portrayed, SI is not just a girl thing. It is found in people of all backgrounds, races, genders, ages and faiths.
Self injury is also not a failed attempt at suicide. Most often, the person in question does not want to die at all, but rather wants to live so badly that they will do anything to keep themselves under control, even if it means hurting themselves in the process.
As a former self-injurer myself, I feel that this is something that n
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