Equipoise - Chapter FiveEquipoise - Chapter Five3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daryl woke up first, sitting up in the quiet living room with his arms clenched around himself. It was cold, and he was shivering. He huffed and grunted, moving to get up with his crossbow and go back to her room. She had left the door open, and she was still sleeping. He sighed when he saw her, the way she looked so peaceful, it made him miss her already. He was still pissed off at just laying down and letting the argument go the way it went, but he moved over to her anyway. Her back was to the wall, and she had more than enough room for him to weasel onto the bed.
He shifted, placing the Horton near hers. It was still dark outside, just barely getting close to morning. They had hours before it was time to get up and get moving. He pushed himself close to her, his back pressing against her warm body as he cuddled up under the covers, doing his best not to disturb her. He shivered, and while it caused her to stir, she unconsciously pressed herself against his back. Her body molded to h
Let's playLet's play4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Frank let's play a game!" Gerard called out; the smaller tattoo man looked around at Gerard and smiled
"Oh what kind of game?" he asked putting down the magazine he was reading, Gerard moved around and smiled smugly
"Well I was thinking of something fun!"
"That is what games are about Gee!" Frank giggled, Gerard moved closer to him
"Remember that dreadful film we saw the other day?" Frank frowned and then nodded looking at the towering red head
"Twilight Urrrrh god I never been in so much pain by a film in my life, I swear if vampires were real they would rip any fan's head off!"
"Harsh! But understandable. Any way my point you said about your perfect vampire and what he has to be like?" Frank turned red as he was getting the idea
"Urrrh y yeah I did!"
Gerard smiled "So a perfect vamp would have to be dead hot right, tall, strong, does not sparkle like a fucking sparkler, has to like to drink blood!" Frank nodded as Gerard pulled the smaller man onto his lap
clap if you believeclap if you believe9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Even as a little girl, I was a budding pessimist. Everything was half empty - not just glasses, but people, too. I remember loving Peter Pan as a little girl. Not the Disney version, but the play with Mary Martin as Pan. Every time Tink drank the poison, I felt my heart clench, first because I wanted to find someone who'd die to save me, and second because I knew she'd die. I never clapped for Tink because I didn't believe that the little flashing light from the audience had a soul, that the little bells had a heart. Whoever I watched the movie with clapped though, and I'd pretend, never touching my hands together. I thought that if I lied, she'd die right away and Peter would never sing about Neverland for me again.
That's how we met. I'd bought a ticket to the college production of Peter Pan. You played Pan. You had that curly brown hair that looked like fistfuls of chocolate
On Brownface and CosplayWhy I think "brownface" and cosplaying are not the same thing.On Brownface and Cosplay2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I think most people in the Assassin's Creed fandom are familiar with the case of Rick Boer. Mr. Boer was a Dutch cosplayer, whom, together with his biracial wife, cosplayed Assassin's Creed III's Connor Kenway and Aveline de Grandpré. Their work was truly beautiful, but there was one thing the morally righteous (or just pathetically jealous, your choice) held against it. Rick is a white male and to look more like Connor, he had used makeup to make his skin a few shades darker.
Soon, he found himself accused of "brownface" with people calling him a "racist" and sending him and his wife (who, remember, is a woman of African descent herself) death threats, eventually boycotting him off the internet. Clearly, they were pleased with a job well-done, but if anything, it made me wonder if the people putting this guy on the block even fully understand what they're fighting for.
This event had me sit down
Jadea, respiraLa cabeza debajo del agua.Jadea, respira5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Dicen respira, respira; respira porque te asfixias.
El pulso irregular y los pulmones vacios.
Respira porque te asfixias.
El yugo del subconsciente lo camufla todo de irrealidad. Necesito una mentira más grande que la propia mentira para alzar la mirada. No encuentro manos, solo pies. ¿Cuándo he dado la vuelta? Quizás ha sido el mundo el que se ha girado y nadie más se ha percatado.
No hay iniciativa por parte de nada. Un suspenso eterno en el tiempo. Claroscuro en el cielo.
El abismo grita que salte, yo le contesto "que me empujen". Porque cuando guardas una navaja en el bolsillo lo desconocido no resulta tan terrorífico como cuando solo te queda tu sombra y tu vulnerabilidad.
Regreso deshonroso a la psicodelia de mi habitación (cae la hoja del calendario).
Contener el aire. El pulso irregular, los pulmones llenos.
Niña, respira, porque te estas asfixiando.
Cae la nocheCae la noche peroCae la noche7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
hoy ya no tengo miedo;
arranca el sol vespertino
reflejos a tu cabello
y la luz anaranjada,
con sumo empeño,
proyecta sombras alargadas
nuestras manos entrelazadas.
Ya despunta un lucero,
ya se acerca el momento,
en el que los colores
se funden en el firmamento.
La noche será clara dices,
¿Por qué? No sé, lo presiento.
y hundes tus manos en mi pelo.
Si estás tú.
la noche ya no me da miedo.
Y que si llueve sea maná
lo que caiga del cielo.
Y que si hay tormenta que sea
el latido de tu pecho.
Y que al caer la negra noche,
cuando despidamos al ocaso,
estés tú sonriendo, yo
enterrada entre tus brazos.
Las ruinas están cubiertas
de capullos multicolores,
enredas en mi pelo
una de esas flores;
mientras el suave viento
nos impregna de olores.
El aire huele a jazmín, pero
si tengo que elegir
prefiero mil veces tu pelo.
Relampaguean en el cielo
The last time...Brief and ephemeral notesThe last time...7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
come down from the clouds
on the strings of your guitar
colors that soften
on your soft skin
the last time I look
at your figure
the last time I listen to you
the last time...
before your life
in a bed of tears
Under the full moon.
And you fill me with just
one mere smile
wraps the totality
of the universe
this one still being
the last time I look
at your figure
the last time I listen
the last time
before in between your lips
the last sigh
the goodbye I fear so much
DruidaDruida2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He vivido cuarenta y dos mil ciclos lunares velando por la protección de los distintos territorios poblados antaño por mi raza. Hace mucho tiempo éramos miles, decenas de miles. Nuestra sociedad era próspera y nuestros hermanos del sur eran aún más numerosos que nosotros. Elfos altos, de pelo oscuro y ojos claros; estaban preparados para la guerra. Nosotros en cambio éramos pacíficos, de cabellos dorados bañados por el sol y miradas penetrantes. La naturaleza de mi raza siempre ha sido bondadosa, y siempre he creído que gracias a eso, nuestra sociedad se alzó próspera y nuestras riquezas fueron abundantes.
Nací en una pequeña aldea al norte de Bosquefrondoso, los días de mi niñez eran cálidos e inocentes. Jugaba, trepaba y peleaba contra los demás niños de mi pequeña aldea. Pronto me sentí atraído por todo lo que me rodeaba, comenc