Dishes"You know, I'm happy to have them stay," Pepper began, "so long as they clean up after themselves."Dishes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony held her shoulders. "They will."
"Hardly! Look at this mess!" Pepper exclaimed, gesturing to the sink in which a dozen grease-smeared plates and grimy glasses had been disposed. "I thought you were supposed to be adults!"
"I'm an adult."
Pepper arched one eyebrow and dipped her gaze. Tony swallowed a giggle that unfortunately escaped through his nose. He cleared his throat awkwardly and pointed an accusing finger at her.
"Okay, that wasn't fair," he defended.
She didn't back down.
At last he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I know, okay, yes, I agree, I understand, I am wrong, you are right, you are always right, I am the idiot," he leaned in to kiss her but she held up her hand and pushed his face away. She jerked her thumb towards the sink and gently pushed him towards it.
"Dishes. And no computers," Pepper added.
Tony spread his arms and splayed his hands, but no words, amazingly, ca
Mass Effect 3 - how I would have ended itMass Effect 3 - how I would have ended it3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I figured I'd set a few hours aside to throw something together that I would have been content to accept as the series finale.
It's pretty skeletal at times and I'm sure someone more knowledgeable with Mass Effect lore could do better but w/e
I didn't want to go super overboard with details-if you're a Mass Effect fan you'll be able to imagine the extras and fill in the blanks.
EDIT: So, after getting back into Mass Effect 3, I realized that I'd made a little mistake with my ending here.
That is that 'war assets' are more important then 'galactic readiness' so, consider that as a part of what get's you a respective ending too.
After defeating the Phantoms on the Illusive Man's base:
Shepard learns, from the Illusive Man's personal logs that he has constructed a device that can access a Reaper's brain. His goal with said device is to tamper with "the code" within a Harbinger so that he may attempt to control the Reapers
My LoveNote: Before reading this the author would like to take a moment to say that this fiction was entirely inspired by the song "My Love" by Sia. I recommend listening to it before reading this. During also, if you enjoy that, but definitely before, and listen to the lyrics. I have posted links to the song and the correct lyrics in the description below. Thank you!My Love3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Garrus stood watching the sunset over Cipritine.
There wasn't much to it in the days after the Reaper invasion. Most of what his eyes gazed over were still piles of smoldering rubble, with body counts not fully amassed undoubtedly laying beneath them. In the distance, a few structures that were desperately trying to cling on to what was left of their balance tipped precariously in the breeze. It was a futile effort. For Palaven, for the galaxy, to gain itself back it was going to have to let go of what it lost.
That thought struck an icy nerve in Garrus' heart.
The turian sighed, shaking his head and turning back
Too Late for I Love YouDear You,Too Late for I Love You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm terribly sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you. I've always loved you, but I couldn't tell you; it would've ruined our friendship which I treasure so. I know you're straight. I love you because I know you don't care that I'm a homosexual. You don't care that people would think you, too, were homosexual. You didn't even care that there was a chance that I'd end up falling in love with you.
Thank you for being my friend. Please, know that I value you in highest respects. I want you to know that not one day passed where I didn't think about you.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I must be a masochist. I allowed you to slip though my fingers many times. Whenever I saw you kissing someone, my heart broke. Whenever you got into a relationship, my heart broke. Whenever your heart was broken, mine was broken right along with yours. Most people would run away from the pain. I guess I finally have. I'm sorry.
I really am sorry.
So if you're reading this, I'm sorry to te
Impossibilities Chapter 1: ImpossibilitesTitle: Impossibilities - Chapter 1 - ImpossibilitiesImpossibilities Chapter 1: Impossibilites4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Reblicah Shepard (femShep) and Garrus Vakarian
Chapter 1 - Impossibilities
Shepard stormed into the laboratory of the salarian doctor, the sense of urgency overpowering the atmosphere. She slouched over the table using one hand to hold her up and the other firmly pressed against her stomach.
Mordin Solus immediately looked up at his patient, "Commander?"
"Mordin… there's something wrong with me. I've been feeling really unusual lately."
"Explain your symptoms."
"Well, I am constantly feeling nauseated. I've been aching in places I didn't even know could hurt. Not to mention the body temperature fluctuations and the constant light-headedness. All I want to do is sleep and it's making it very difficult to get anything done."
The doctor rubbed his chin, "How long have you been experiencing these ill effects?"
"I'm going to say i
At Night, I CryAt Night, I CryAt Night, I Cry2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
At night, I cry because I can’t stop thinking about the old me
When no one’s around, I weep warm tears that slide down my cheeks slowly
And it’s odd, I feel so unsatisfied but I refuse to use the word “unhappy”
I think back to the times where I would just laugh with my little friends, gleefully
Now that I’m older, I feel myself constantly over-thinking
Just constantly thinking of bad habits and fears
Maybe it’s something I did; maybe I’m the bad seed
Maybe I do deserve this horrible treatment by my peers
Or maybe I’m just doing what I do best, over-think
I do it everyday, think to the point where it sickens me
Now I’m physically sick from staring at this laptop screen, constantly
‘Cause now it seems it’s all I have left
Everyone knows what I crave but I can’t seem to do anything about it
And I can’t share my innermost thoughts with them, in-depth
Because my mom will
Shed a tear for the MarineShed a tear for the Marine2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shed a tear for the Marine
for he is not allowed to cry
He's as tough as he can be
And they're never allowed to hide
Shed a tear for the Marine
for when the world is calling
They are the first ones to the field
To fight for those that have fallen
I shed a tear for my Marine
For he means the world to me
And I feel safer now at night
Knowing he's watching over me
Shed a tear for the Marine
For time doesn't fly by
Three long months in Paris Island
And he's a Marine until he dies
So Shed a tear for the Marine
For he is not allowed to cry
He is more than just a soldier
He is a friend to all mankind
Slowly HealingI'm hard, at work, now.Slowly Healing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm picking up the shattered pieces, one by one,
careful not to make myself bleed.
YGO:FF - HOSTage - Chp2Chapter 2 -_-_- Yami no GeemuYGO:FF - HOSTage - Chp26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Yug! Earth to Yug! Wake up or Im gonna rip up yer Dark Magician!
Not my Dark Magician! he cried out in terror, suddenly lurching forward. Tristan and Tea laughed, but not as hard as Joey.
I knew thatd wake im up, he said smugly. Yugi blinked and looked at the three of them.
What time is it? he asked, looking at the clock.
Two-ten, Tea said. Youve been totally out of it for the last twenty minutes or so; the teachers let us socialize for a little bit before the day ends. Yugi nodded to himself slowly.
Yeah I guess I have, he admitted.
Still worried about Bakura? Tristan asked. Yugi nodded. Hed told them about between passing periods, and during lunch the four of them had gone to check on him in the nurses office. Th
SleepwalkerAnd day after day,Sleepwalker2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I wander through life, thinking,
“Where am I going?”
The Ultimate OC Adventure MemeThe Ultimate OC Adventure Meme5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
THE ULTIMATE OC ADVENTURE MEME!
1. Don't look at the questions before you fill this out! That's cheating!
2. Tag three people (or more) at the end of this meme and you'll get a cookie.
3. Try not to skip any questions!
4. Have fun!
5. Fill out the forms below:
CHOOSE EIGHT ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:
1. Jaya Ferox
[Female, Elemental with control over metal (aka Artisan), approx. 18 years old. Martial artist, linguistic student, member of a certain anti-demon group]
2. Brendan Breen
[Male, unnamed species with control over flow of life into or out of things, approx. 23 years old. Frail because of imbalance of life in his own body caused by putting out too much to save someone in the past. Member of a certain anti-demon group]
3. Kumari Invictus
[Female, human, approx. 23 years old. Blind on right side; wears a cloth half-mask there. Former member of anti-demon group, now works against them.]
4. Clovis Thorston
[Male, unnamed species something like dwarves, app
Mass Effect fanfiction: Lonely Heart - Chapter 1Mass Effect fanfiction: Lonely Heart - Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1 Hunt
"Someone should learn how to drive," Garrus Vakarian thought shaking his head while he investigated the damaged Mako in the cargo hold of the Normandy. He held a great deal of respect toward Commander Shepard, but her driving wasto put it mildlyreckless. Mako was designed to be used in extreme conditions, but at times he thought that Shepard was asking too much from the vehicle and it was his job to fix anything her driving broke. "Next time she comes around, I'll tell her to stop driving like mad, I sure will," Garrus thought.
"Hi there," Shepard's voice jarred him out from his thoughts. "How's she looking?"
Garrus started to turn to face herhe fully intended to speak his mind about the matterbut she was standing much closer than he had expected and for a reason he couldn't understand her hand, which was resting right next to his, gave him a pause. He had never really paid any attention to her hands be
The Foolish ManHere he sits,The Foolish Man5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broom in hand,
Wondering if he can.
Can he do it?
Can he say it?
Can he even think it?
Should he even try when in his heart of hearts he thinks he can't?
Here he sits,
Broom in hand,
A soul shifting like the sand.
Letter To A KardashianOh, for crying out loud, Kim K.,Letter To A Kardashian2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We know that you are beautiful,
We know that you love getting laid
That you are confused about love
But those are not sufficient drives
To destroy this nation's culture
A sex tape is your source of fame
Your need for attention feasts on
This country's short attention span
Civil war shatters Syria
While we Americans focus on
Your superficial clothing
If you want to bestead the world
Then do everything That you can
To encourage our media
To be truly informative
If you cannot accomplish this,
Then, please, step out of the spotlight.
If the World Were Made of Decoys and DollsIf the Sun were to crashIf the World Were Made of Decoys and Dolls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a tidal wave upon the midnight hour
and burn through skin and soak up good-less hearts
would you run from me and those with burning minds?
If the world's oceans were to rise
above the sky and the clouds and the stars
and soak and drown our fears with our pleasures
would you use what was left of me as a lifeboat?
If the stars were to be bombs
and darken tears to be eaten by their last amounts of energy
and break the rules to empty our life of the light out
would you light a candle and show me the way yourself?
If the blood were to dance from our mouths
to create its own sea by which the kindest of us survive by
and melt away that which it would once run through in favor of another
would you give me your own blood or just take mine?
If we were to have to run off the end of the Earth that isn't there
to escape the life that we neither cared for nor were much use of
to try and reach that breathless sky we never see but is always there
would you throw me across
The VisitHey it’s me. You can’t see meThe Visit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know you can hear me.
They told me it’d be good if you hear my voice.
Could you open your eyes if you had a choice?
They say at night you call my name.
How or why they can’t explain.
But I’m here now and I plan on staying.
Hanging on every breath, hoping… praying.
It’s been a long time since I last saw you.
I’d forgotten all the pain I put you through.
I was beginning to think I’d never see you again.
Spend the rest of my life without you as my friend.
Why do you call on me? What do you dream of?
The stories of our youth wrapped in endless love?
I dream of those days, too. The days our love was strong.
Realizing that beside this bed is right where I belong.
You’ve been in every thought and in every single dream.
I was born in love with you and you with me it seems.
Don’t give in to the eternal night, please, don’t surrender.
Please hold on to yesterday, do you still remember?
Of Witchcraft and DarknessOf Witchcraft and Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of Witchcraft and Darkness
That hateful witch, mother of Seiðr,
Spread her filth across Miðgarðr, her name was Heiðr.
She took our strength, and also our light
Our örlög she knew, her power quite a fright.
Her vile ways brought us the vices Nine,
Each full of hatred, opposing virtues Divine.
Murder came first, then Perjury followed,
Adultery came next, our pure love it swallowed.
Sacrilege so dark, our hearts turned cold as ice,
And Greed so destructive, a truly terrible vice.
Thievery brought terror, and destroyed much trust,
A sword became necessary, to defend with its thrust.
She spread dire Treason, to inspire treachery.
Her Slander was also a burden, with lies so slippery.
Her last curse was Cruelty, which brought naught but pain.
The Goðin sought to learn what had brought such an evil stain.
To find the reason, Nyhellenia-Gefjon set on a course,
To southern Sviþjód, to find Seiðr's source.
Through love and patience, the Ásynja
Hoof of OblivionHoof of Oblivion4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hoof of Oblivion Prologue
The sun rose slowly over the small town of Ponyville, shining brightly over the rooftops of the waking inhabitants. The smell of sweet flower blossoms and morning dew which clung to the air was soon accompanied by the smell of baking sweets, bringing complete harmony to the unnaturally peaceful day. As the day progressed many began to slowly leave the comport of their homes and by midday everypony was outside having fun and enjoying the peace, all except for the local librarian. The years of study and adventure showed heavily on the purple mare, her mane long and slightly unkempt, a few strands of grey adding to the sense of power and stature that she had earned in her time. All of these features were hidden behind a massive pile of books and scrolls, only the sound of turning pages to give away her location. Here she remained undisturbed for quite some time, a mere spirit within the piles of text she invested herself in, finally closing her most recent tome w
The Meaning of FriendshipWhy do we have friends?The Meaning of Friendship2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have companions who we spend our lives with
We laugh together and spend happy memories together
They depend on each other and help each other.
Why does it feel as if I’ve failed her.
Failed my one true best friend.
I try to help but still things turn out wrong
Her life is turned upside down.
I love to help; to make things right
But this frustrates me
What friend am I? One who does not help a friend in need.
Normally I have wisdom to get people out of their troubles
But with her only silence speaks
Let me say I worry for her
For her life
For her safety
That friends are meant to provide
Why can’t I say what I think?
Or show how I feel?
I do not get it one bit
Holding out for a Hero"Recognized, Batman b-1" recites the watchtower computer as Batman steps off the zeta beam pad.Holding out for a Hero4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Batman to watchtower what is the emergency?" Batman speaks into his com-link as he leaves the transporter room.
"Wonder Woman to Batman, report to the mission room immediately for briefing" with a sigh batman ends comlink comunication. Tonight had been a really bad night, as in a really really really bad night. Knowing he can't rely on the rest of the league to cheer him up he heaves another sigh and puts on his best Batman scowl and takes off running toward the mission room. Suddenly a techno beat begins blasting through the intercom system. He pauses for a moment and the scowl slides off his face only to be replaced with a small smile. He takes off running again to he beat of the song for the enjoyment of a certain hacker that he knows is watching (and for his own enjoyment as well) just as the first chorus of "do-do-do-dddoooo" rings down the long hallway.
"Where have all the g
Just DanceJust Dance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just wait a moment . . .
Take just a minute
Dance in the rain
Dance in the grass
Look up at the sky as
Little droplets pour down
Just think a moment . . .
Think just a minute
What you want from
Your life shall be
Step . . . step
Just wait a moment . . .
Take just a minute
Take some time
Out of a crazy day
Relax on your feet
Dance for your hopes
Dance for your fears
Dance for your love
Or lack thereof
Take a minute out
Of a stressful day, and
Dance for me.
Just for me.
i fold paper for a livingpeople think it's weird - that i fold paper for a living.i fold paper for a living3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
i sit by a park bench, chant numbers under my breath and bend each fibre of light, fragile paper just the way i want.
because it makes you feel powerful?, you ask. and i sit there and smile at the words that twitch the sides of your lips.
i sit here and watch that simple square turn into a crane right before my eyes - with my hands - because i can make it happen. i imagine my next move, anticipate an outlook and create beauty out of the simplicity of what the bark of the tree next to the bench twisted into from the paper in front of me. because you've been ugly your whole life? you ask. and i laugh at your naivety and inhale the scent of the rain.
the musky scent seeps into the paper and carries itself into the presence of the butterfly i folded. and it sits on the mantelpiece with all the other folded paper i find beauty in. i watch them on cold november mornings, when the fireplace is lit and the clouds si
MasksArrayed on the wall,Masks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a shelf like books,
With so many types,
And so many looks.
What guards our hearts?
Its keeping us sane.
What guards our minds?
On the faces lain.
That little grin I wear?
It's so very fake.
That little smile I show?
I will never wake.
I stare at the shelf,
With my naked gaze.
Yet another day,
Yet another face.
Now then, I wonder,
Which one shall I choose?
In this game of life,
Will I ever lose?