Late Night Texts 25(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)Late Night Texts 253 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.
D: What the hell are you talking about?
S: I meant to tell you this earlier.
S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.
D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.
C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.
D: Why should I give a rat's ass?
C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.
D: His what?
C: His majescticness.
D: What the hell?
S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.
C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go help the Dwarves reclaim Erebor!
S: You know what, Cas, you're right. You and Dean should get ready and be on your way tonight.
D: Sam, what are you doing?
S: I'll even go find you a bow and arrow. You can match wits with Kíli.
D: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
S: I'll pack your provisions.
D: Sam, stop it.
S: I'll even call Gandalf for you.
C: Dean, Sam is g
Proposal"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"Proposal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was a good question, wasn't it? One answer that popped in Tony's mind was that he never though about getting married. But well, he never thought he'd be living with Captain America or that he would adopt a child. A few years ago if someone said that one day there would be a small 6 year-old boy in his garage watching him work, Tony would laugh so hard he'd probably fall into a coma.
"I don't know, Peter."
"Do you want to marry him?"
Tony stopped to think. Did he want to marry Steve? He already woke up next to him every morning, they took Peter to school together, had meals together, cleaned the house together, told bedtime stories to Peter together. A formal marriage wasn't necessary. But 'needing' and 'wanting' were different things, and Peter asked Tony if he wanted to marry Steve.
"You know, I think I do."
"Why don't you ask him?" Of course Peter would ask that, because Peter was a child and when you're a child things are that si
My Place - 'APH'The moon shone brightly overhead as the Frenchman approached the olden style house he knew so well. Sighing, he straightened his tie and adjusted his hair, ruffling it up just a tad. Looking down at the flowers he was holding, he smiled softly to himself. These were Arthur's favorites.My Place - 'APH'5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing at the door, he took one hard look at the house, and then finally worked up the nerve to knock on the door. This was the moment he was waiting for. He had worked himself up all day long to avoid Arthur just so he could have the courage to face him now and tell him
"Yes, who is it ?" A man slowly opened the door, his bright emerald eyes peering out into the night. The inside of the house flooded the porch with light, illuminating the man standing there. Arthur gasped in shock for a split second, and narrowed his eyes. "What do you want, wine bastard?"
Francis looked away, coughed, and then looked back at the Britishman. "I came to bring you flowers, mon amie ~" he answ
A brother's hug .:Fanfic:.A brother's hugA brother's hug .:Fanfic:.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a normal day, kinda borin and Canada's brother America was in a meeting
with the Allied Forces. Well, at least he called it a meeting, what really happened
at those, was a secret. Though, Canada didn't care what they were doing at those
conversations, he was happy about America's promise. He told Canada to go to
cinema with him. For everyone else It'd be nothing special, but so was for Canada!
He had no friends to go to cinema with.
Matthew was happy and went a few minutes earler to the place in front of the cinema,
he tried to catch his brother on his way to it. But America was kinda late...
Canada was patient, those meetings are longer as actually planned. Especially
for Alfred since he was the leader of the Allied Forces.
But after 30 minutes.... and again 15 Minutes Canada got nervous, "Where are you?"
he asked himself. Was it normal to be 45 Minutes too late? He was waiting and
waiting, but his brother didn't come.
Though, it was Okay. Matthew already attune
APH Let The Monster RiseThe large grand father clock ticked in the background, pendulum swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. France stayed motionless in his seat on the couch. His fingers were linked together as he rested his chin on top of them, all this being supported by his elbow resting upon his knee. He stared forward into the fire place, eyes barely blinking as he continued to gaze into the rising flames. He had barely moved from this spot for the past few hours, waiting for him to return home.APH Let The Monster Rise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The front door to the large mansion swung open. A small body stumbled into the house before turning and shutting the doors. Taking his shoes off and placing them to the side so as not to get the house dirty, a young Canada quickly moved into the living room. Upon seeing his Papa France sitting in the room however, he froze up, staring at the older man in fear.
France's eyes finally drifted away from the fire for the first time in a long while. They stung from the heat of the flames, but he quickly blinked
Perfect AngelAlfred sighed as he leaned his head down on Arthur's shoulder, the Bit in perfect BritanniaAngel costume. Rolling his eyes, he nuzzled his face into the man's neck, smiling with complete comfort and serenity. This was perfect. He finally found what perfect was.Perfect Angel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two had been sitting on the high tree for some time now, ever since they had wanted to watch the sunset together. Alfred found out just mere hours ago that Arthur had another secret identity. Other than being a drop-dead sexy waiter at his own pub on long weekend nights, this new identity was at first hilarious, but then it grew into something gorgeous. Alfred still hadn't believed his eyes when he first found Arthur climbing over the fence and into their backyard, still in costume. Arthur thought it was a horrible mistake at first, but what Alfred had said made him sincerely smile.
"I'd love you either way, Arthur "
Alfred lifted his head up suddenly, disturbing Arthur from his thoughts. Alfred frowned slig
What Kind of Freak are You?Patient #: 67741What Kind of Freak are You?5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ward #: 4
Diagnosis: History Freak
Origen of Condition: Genetic
Patient Outlook: Proud of it
The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman You know the overseers do have a reason for their irrational disdain and fear of anything with an allusion to me. Even if they themselves have long forgotten what that reason is. Their very existence and the foundation of the Abbey would not be, if it were not for the reason they have forgot. Many refute my existence, and the power of the runes, charms, and symbols. Yet, anyone who has held them can feel the void, and its power being channeled through these conduits. You yourself know this. If they really believed these things were unsubstantiated superstition, then why do they persecute the people who carry the charms? The abbey is older than Dunwall. When a large group converges they by nature descend on the few with unachievable abilities. When there were no more witches to burn, the church has kept all beneath from rising above it. Now they sway the affluent and control the masses.The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They may have forgotten the reason, but they remember
Strangers In The NightThe conifers played the piano the night you died.Strangers In The Night5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On reflection, because of what happened, I expected there to be rain and stricken bolts of lightening. A perfect storm for an imperfect night.
In reality, the sun set in a perfect ball of glowing embers. There was no need for fire, catastrophe would occur that night in many other ways.
Our paths had never crossed before. Or if they had, we never knew it. I hadn't heard your voice, and I didn't know your name. Your voice and your name would never combine to enlighten me that night, nor ever again. The most important moment of your life, and possibly the most memorable of mine tugged us roughly together. You were given me as your human contact. And I imagine now, that I must have looked to you like the ghost you have now become.
There were others around, of course. Somebody dialled three digits and another kept people at a respectable distance. But it was I that you were dealt to preserve your life. I remember scolding you for your timing
OMG a Charcoal tuorial.EXEOMG a Charcoal tuorial.EXE8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Or rather the how and the why of charcoal.
Basically Im going to lay down the basics of charcoal, all of this I've learned through trial and error and a few tutorials from people like cinquain so if you want to be a really super good charcoal artist, bother her (http://cinquain.deviantart.com/art/How-To-Draw-Tips-Pointers-25546161). Also this my own opinion on charcoal, if your art teacher has taught you something different, or you like to use it a different way then dont listen to me.
Also an important note: I refer to compressed charcoal as condensed charcoal; in the end it is the same thing though. ^^
Anyways Charcoal: The basics
1) What type of charcoal do I get?
Its up to you, really. But I understand that looking through the charcoal section of an art store can be a bit overwhelming. I remember the first time I went looking for charcoal, I had no idea what I was doing so I bought some random stuff, some of it was good, some of it was bad.
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
7 Steps to Creating a Great Protagonist7 Steps to Creating a Great Protagonist7 Steps to Creating a Great Protagonist4 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 3 “Characters” – Section 3 “The Protagonist”
With Links to Supplementary Material
So I've talked about a couple types of protagonists, and how to create them: Heroes and Antiheroes. As well as what types of Character to Use or to Avoid. But not every Protagonist will be a hero or antihero. Today, I'm
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost - the Prince of Salex
North - the King of Salex
Tooth - the Queen of Salex
Bunny - the protector of the royal family
Sandy - wizard, Ren’s brother
Ren - wizard, Sandy’s brother, teacher of Elsa and Anna (my OC)
Elsa - sister of Anna, apprentice of Ren
Anna - sister of Elsa, apprentice of Ren
Merida - an archer, tracker of Salex
Hiccup - thief, dragon rider of Toothless, friend of Flynn, Kristoff, and Sven
Toothless - dragon of Hiccup, night fury
Kristoff - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Flynn, and Sven
Sven - friend of Toothless, Hiccup, Flynn, and Kristoff, reindeer
Rapunzel - lost princess of Ismere, protector of nature/animals
Flynn Rider - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Sven, and Kristoff
Pitch Black - the evil nightmare warlock/sorcerer
Kron - leader of Pitch’s fearling knights, stepbrother of Neera, iguanodon
Neera - stepsister of Kron, iguanodon
Erasmus - troll, Keeper of the enchanted library
Aladar - my friend, iguanodon
Me - a
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Wake UpJim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.Wake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint arom
Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve and Tony walk hand in hand into the orphanage. They were greeted by a kind middle age lady with brunette hair. "Hi you must be Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers. Come in come in" she says as he opens the door wider to let her guests in. The place was pretty worn down, scratches on the floor, marks on the wall and some of the ceiling is peeling. Kids were running all around the house. The lady puts his arm out of from of them. "Hi. Please call me Ms. Stanley" she says with a smile. "Hi I'm Steve and this is my husband Tony" Steve says while he shakes her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" Tony says as he then shakes her hand. "Well let's go into my office and talk about the type of kid you want to adopt" Ms. Stanley grins as she leads the couple more into the house.
A few hours later they narrowed the choices to three little children. A five year old blonde hair girl name Cassandra, a little 6 year old brunette boy name Peter and another boy who is 7 years old name Jack. "Well do you want
Awesomeness Ch. 1"I am soo bored! Hanging out here is so not awesome!" Gilburt said sitting up side down in his brother's chair. He was alone in the big house since his little brother went to stay at Feliciano's house for the week. "Stupid Ludwig leaving the awesome me here alone." He sat up side down in the chair frowning until he heard a knock at the door. "'Bout time someone came to visit the awesome me!" Gilburt ran to the door and opened it surprising Francis.Awesomeness Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" Jezz Gilburt! You trying to give me a heart attack?!" Francis said trying to calm himself.
"Oh. Francis it's just you . What do you want?" Gilburt, more or less, greeted his old friend.
"I came over to see how you were doing and to hang out with mon amie."
"Fine I guess you can stay for a bit, come in," Gilburt walked back into the house Francis followed, closing the door behind him.
"So where is my little brother Feliciano? I thought he came over quite a bit," Francis asked.
"He usually does, but today Ludwig decided to go stay with
Cold Coffee and No BoundariesCold Coffee and No Boundaries4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cold Coffee and No Boundaries
this story is litteraly and RP translated to fit a sort of Fanfiction format please excuse any 'Typos' as they may or may nor have been there on purpose please enjoy
Summery: Denmark tries multiple times to be invited into Norways house which often leads to him breaking in and things happen
Warning: Contains DenNor, slight randomness, a shower scene of sorts, confessions, pure fluff, puking and of course cliffhangers
Note: the part about the confessions, recently as I have been RPing the start this pairing I have had Denmark breaking down due to the way Norway usually treats him and decides that if he'
American Body Alabama -American Body4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Arizona - Bum
California - Right Arm
Florida - ... We all know this one!
A Rosy Fairy tale Prt 1- FrUkDisclaimer: I don't own Hetalia except the fanfic's plot.XD~♥A Rosy Fairy tale Prt 1- FrUk4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Genre: Shounen ai, tragic, sort of Fairy tail era, slightly comedy.
Anime: Hetalia Axis Powers
Pairing: FrUk (France and England)
Fairy tales. A short narrative that typically features non existent creatures,Damsels in distress, Prince charming as the protagonist, Witches and wizards as antagonists, Dragons and horses, castles and kingdoms, happily ever after. Yep, you heard me right. Every fairy tale has it's beautiful, tear jerking ending. The usual routine of the story is to announce the chosen one, meet your own enemy, defeat that enemy, save your only true love, marry your only true love, live happily ever after with your only true love.
the center of all fairy tales..well..not most of it.
They are perfect for all ages and is also used for making a loud brat to fall asleep. They say when you have a fairy tale life, your story would sure be a happy ending, so happy that would make you