Iron Man GlovesIron Man Gloves3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Start with red yarn
Rnd 1. Skip last ch. and sc. 1 in each ch. (25)
Rnd 2-15. Ch. 1 and sc. 1 in each st. through back stitches. Turn. (25)
Switch to yellow yarn
Rnd 16-24. Repeat rnd 2. (25)
Switch to red yarn
Pull yarn through first ch. made and sc. through back stitches, repeat until sides of the cuff are 'sewn' together.
Start with red yarn
Rnd 1. Skip last ch. and sc. 1 in each ch. (25)
Rnd 2-5. Ch. 1 and sc. 1 in each st. through back stitches. Turn. (25)
Switch to yellow yarn
Rnd 6-14. Repeat rnd. 2. (25)
Swtich to red yarn
Rnd 15-24. Repeat rnd. 2. (25)
Pull yarn through first ch. made and sc. through back stitches, repeat until sides of the cuff are 'sewn' together.
Rnd 25. Sc. 1 in each st. around the cuff (25)
Rnd 26. Sc. in next 4 st., 2 sc. in 1, repeat 6 times (30)
Rnd 27-32. Sc. 1 in each st. (30)
Rnd 33. Sc. 23, ch. 2, skip 7 st. (25)
Rnd 34-35. Sc. 1 in each st. (25)
Rnd 36. Sc. 9, sl. st. 7, sc. 9 (25)
Rnd 37. Sc. 8, sl.
This TableI think it was her suicide note that hit me the hardest.This Table9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
When you prepare for funerals, talk to relatives, order flowers, all of that, it all seems like business. You write a check here, make sure somebody's been invited there, and you have to arrange for catering.
I went about all of that business as calm as can be.
It was like my Uncle Ron's funeral when I was twelve. I remember my mother having to write out a eulogy. Everything about the idea of the funeral seemed so sterile, that she was able to go about writing about how Uncle Ron liked the Marx Brothers and eating ice cream and feeding ducks in the park without shedding a single tear.
Though, I'd been asked by her mother, I hadn't even considered writing a eulogy. Claire's older brother, Steve, a crack head who was missing three fingers on his left hand, had written a lovely speech about how his sister was this quiet, kind-hearted, innocent thing.
They were all lies, but at the funeral, everybody smiled and clapped and dabbed the
I think I love him.No...I think I love him.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I love him.
This can't be true.
It can't be him.
Why am I doing this?
It's not like he'd fall for me too.
too latei want to scratch youtoo late10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
out of my skin, i let you
too far underneath
A Love PoemYou made me smile and laughA Love Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You made me want to be better
To run farther,
To love harder
You made me love to fall
I wanted to be the one to hold you
I want to tell you I love you
I want to kiss you in the rain
Sometimes it burns
Every time I think of you
The pain, the boredom they stop
And suddenly I'd be content to lie still for awhile
If only I could feel your heart against mine.
I'm not a good person,
And this isn't a good poem,
I don't always speak the truth,
But this time it's true:
I love you.
OptimismOptimism isn't seeing good in things;Optimism8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's seeing something
in a world where there is nothing.
HistoryI'm a prisoner of loveHistory3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
I'm just a prisoner of love
A prisoner of love
With a straight face
I've told countless lies
In a sick way
I've tried my best
Francis stood there with a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. He listened to his boss go on about wars and England, how he was fighting and how Francis should be trying more. Francis went through this almost every day, and by now he could just sit there and ignore his boss.
Two hours later he was back in his room. With an exhaustive sigh he pulled his hair out of its encasing ponytail, letting it fall down into its natural position. He sat down heavily in a chair, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the sounds of war ringing through his head.
Asking for things that I lack,
I feel blue
I keep on
Searching for peace
I've had enough
But I still keep struggling for more
And now I'm chasing
After the shadow of love
Francis was sick of this war
The Bounty of Aimless TravelsWith each step I am devouredThe Bounty of Aimless Travels4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the swerving treachery
Of concrete bedlam
She fumes the same
As I fondly recall
With the putrid scorn of survival
Her shrill songs
Prey upon youthful hearts
With unwavering want
How I've long craved the cold
The pure exhilaration
Of my aimless travels
Where I may free-fall
With a grateful heart
Left to my whims
To cleave my own way
Through the pitiless dark
Titanic Voices Installment IIIOut of the corner of my eye,Titanic Voices Installment III8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I see our rosin-graced bows
Rotate to the rhythm of the sea.
Our bowties: fresh, pressed,
Our vests: clean, buttoned-
I smile at Fred, who
Turns to nod at Hartley--
What fine folk
Our wooden bridges will greet
We are but an illusion.
Hartley directs us like a grand symphony,
As we play unlike prayer.
With this music there are no
Only the melancholy miasma of
Glints on our strings.
Nearer, My God, to Thee
We will soon be
We play on, men.
We will forever
CompareLie with me beneath these sheets. Close your eyes, cover your head, and just pretend this is our world. Ignore the pounding on your door. Ignore the shouts in the hall. Just pay attention, if only for one moment… to me.Compare8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pay attention to every single detail. The curve of my hip, the softness of my skin, the play of your breath against my hair. Have you noticed the fingertip caressing your palm? The intertwined fingers? Please do.
Pay attention to the lips whispering broken thoughts into your ear. Listen to the words I speak. Lose yourself in this world I'm creating for you.
Now compare. Remember and compare. For everything you've given up to spend one moment in ecstasy, did you find this in her? In your moment of numbing bliss did your thoughts stray to me? Does she haunt your dreams as I will from this moment forth? How long will it be before you can forget, before you can escape your biggest mistake, your greatest flaw?
Pay attention. Focus. Notice the feeling, the realization that I'
Dave X Reader [CRACK]Dave X Reader [CRACK]2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You turned around, seeing the one and only Dave Strider. ... Without his shades. Your eyes widened. "D- Dave, where are your shades!?"
He lunged towards you and gripped your shoulders. He whispered with a twitch of the eye, "Freaking imps, maaaaaaaan."
"... Are you alright?"
"No," Dave whispered, his face nearing yours. "I'm Dave."
Not even a single sound let alone a syllable was uttered from you.
"[Name]?" Dave asked, still whispering. "[Name], are you dead? Hey. Hey. Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy. Hey. Heyheyheyheyhey."
Right then, Bro somersaulted into the room and shut the door, throwing Lil Cal at you and Dave and snapping a picture with a camera. Then, he opened the door, got on the floor, and everyone did the dinosaur.
The Master Chief FactsThe Master Chief Facts8 years ago in Humor More Like This
- The number 117 isn't just Master Chief's identification, it's the length of his penis... in yards.
- There is no energy shield. Projectiles just stop before hitting the Chief.
- Master Chief doesn't need weapons to kill things, the weapons need Master Chief
- The Spartan Mark V armor actually broke because it couldn't contain Master Chief's awesomeness.
- If the marines just stay out of his way, Master Chief can finish the entire Halo story before you can say 'Halo'.
- The Chief did scare some Elites. So much that even their armor colors turned white, that's why there are white armored Elites.
- Microsoft doesn't own Master Chief. On the contrary, the Master Chief owns Microsoft.
- Master Chief's voice has the power to give women orgasms. The helmet he wears merely keeps that from happening.
- There are no Hackers, Modders, Glitches, Lag, and Cheaters. You losers were playing against the Master Chief and he's a better player than you.
- Gordon Freeman sleeps in Master Chief pajamas.
F.N.M.N -Erik:Charles-Friday Night Movie NightF.N.M.N -Erik:Charles-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had really all started with Raven -- dinner had barely been cleared from the table before she was looking over at him, all hopeful eyes and innocent smile. "We should watch a movie," she said, and he was well aware of what she was doing even if she didn't believe it to be so. He'd planned another small training session that night; really, it was somewhat more of a lecture, but he hadn't missed the eye rolls he'd received from the children upon telling them. "I mean, we've been training all week, Charles. And it's Friday night..."
"A movie sounds good." Sean piped up over his glass, leaning back in his chair and nodding in approval.
"There is supposed to be a rather groundbreaking documentary televised tonight." Hank said, looking down at his watch. "We should be able to catch the beginning still."
"As long as Bozo doesn't pick what we're watching, I'm in." Alex said, and Charles knew that there was no fighting it. He glanced over at Erik, who shru
Dave x Reader - Saturday Nights(( A/N: FFSNJDLNLNJJ This is the first non-crack Reader-Insert I've ever done. Not only Reader-Insert, fanfic too. Sooo, my skills are just in a beginner level. So please understand I'm not that good =w=; ))Dave x Reader - Saturday Nights2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
How nice. You are currently reading your favorite book in a
nice quiet place. Wait, did I say that? Whoops, I lied. Actually
you were currently playing video games with your Oh-So-
Awesome best friend, Dave Strider. Yup, The Strider. I guess
you were just that awesome.
But that's not the point of this story is it? As cliché as this
may be, this actually happens. And you so happened to end
up having a crush on this guy right here. No, not him. I
Dave oh Dave. It turns out he likes you too. Aaah, but you
never noticed. He even gets jealous whenever you talked
about your crushes before...
Back to the story. It's Saturday, that means it's your 'Bro
Day' with Dave. THE GAME. WHOA, THE GAME. IS THIS
REAL? ARE YOU REALLY WINNING? No. You're not. He be
Make me Feel Better - Dirk x ReaderMake me Feel Better - Dirk x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Make me Feel Better - Dirk x Reader
(Happy Birthday Fabs!)
You wandered around the smupet filled home of Dave and Dirk Strider. Dave had invited you over a while ago since his older bro had come down with a case of break up blues.
You found Dave rocking on his turn tables. He looked up and gave you a nod. "Hey ______," the blonde boy said in a monotone voice. "Thanks for coming over, Dirk has been less than awesome lately after that whole incident. So I thought you, being his best friend, could talk some sense into him. He's somewhere moping around the house."
Sadly, you were unable to find your blonde devil. But you found something, er.... someone, who might be able to help you.
"Hey Lil Cal," you say happily to the always smiling puppet, giving him a fist bump. Lil Cal's wide blue eyes merely stared at you. The puppet wore a long blue t-shirt and a grey backwards hat. He had a gold tooth and chains, proving that he is not the puppet you wa
HAPPY FUCKING WRIGGLING DAY -gamkar-Karkat growled as he broke an egg into Gamzee's Wriggling Day cake. Fuck. Here he was making a cake for his best friend, and he couldn't even cook all that good. Oh fucking well. He picked some shell that had gotten into the bowl and scowled. Why was he even doing this?!HAPPY FUCKING WRIGGLING DAY -gamkar-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Because it was for Gamzee. Even a fucked-up clown needed some attention on his Wriggling Day. Besides, Karkat owed him. After his huge breakup with Sollux, Gamzee was there to help him through the whole thing, even though he was crying and screaming and biting and being not-very-pleasant, and for that he was grateful. He could always count on Gamzee to be there for him and he knew it. Just like Gamzee could always count on him.
Karkat stopped a moment to grab some extra ingredients. This wasn't a normal cake, after all; it was for Gamzee. So that meant it was going to be fucked up on many levels. He hunted around in the fridge and came back triumphant, his arms filled with bottles of Faygo. He dumped ab
slow,but aching - erik:charles The rain hardly stopped, for it was as pounding and menacing as the hard beat of war drums across the wind. It was quite appropriate really, gray skies with undertones of gray and black across like a painter's canvas, lighting sometimes flickering the canvas with bright flashes of white and then you heard the tremendous thump of the storm cloud and raindrops come like a curtain on New York, truly, the smell of rain and tea should have been enough to please Charles Xavier, to make him feel like home; but he knew the truth, nothing will ever feel like home again. Home was where you had family, friends, company, acceptance. The manor was now all but empty, for both Alex and Sean had managed to stay at the Cassidy's estate for the holidays, making young Alexander their companion since both of his parents where nowhere to be found. Hank managed to stay here by his own accord of having nowhere to go now that he was proclaimed a Beast and well, besides Hank, no oslow,but aching - erik:charles4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fic. Jane Eyre AU. Value of Our Lives.Fic. Jane Eyre AU. Value of Our Lives.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mr. Lehnsherr? Mr. Lehnsherr! Were you even listening?" her inquiry, full of irritation and frustration brought him back to reality, "Is there something on his face?"
Giving her a quick glance, Mr. Lehnsherr was not even sure what the lady asked, or what nonsense she was talking about earlier.
"The man clad in black, near the window. Is there something on his face?" Each and every word she uttered, revealed the impatience that was slowly, yet so surely building up. She was not accustomed to being ignored.
"You have been ogling him the whole evening. The very least you could do is to act as if you are listening to me."
"Lady Ingram," he began, voice calm and smooth, "I can assure you, I did not miss a single word that escaped your beautiful lips, please continue, I'm all yours.'
For the rest of the evening, he was listening to Lady Ingram's chirping; doing an outstanding job of not giving in to complete bo
NightmaresCharles cried out as he woke with a start. He switched his beside light on and sat up heart racing and pyjamas damp with sweat. He knew, he stood throwing off his doona, he ran. It was Erik.Nightmares4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His choked scream echoed through the unlit room. His body arched forcing the back of his head into his pillow. Phantom knives sliced and dug under his skin dragging his powers out from the fire. His lamp smashed against his bedroom door while dishes, fixtures and any other metal objects in his room flung from their place into the walls at a furious pace. He writhed in terror trying to escape the damp sheets that where twisted around his body and limbs like straps holding him down.
Beads of sweat flicked from his face as he finally pulled free falling from his bed. His eyes slammed open as his body smacked against the wooden floorboards. He lay still, heart pounding, disoriented in the black space. He could hear something like a voice, perhaps a speaker, it was saying his name. In th
Tightrope I decided now that I am a dare-devil, a risk-taker, someone who loves to look a challenge in the eye. There's a large chance that it is because of my pride that I cannot pass up any type of provocation, or it may just be a way for me to inject some excitement into a previously dull life.Tightrope5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know now that the greatest challenge I ever took on was you. You were dangerous and extreme, throwing sparks off into a black, boring scene, and being with you was like foolishly walking over a tightrope with no past experience. Never knowing how much danger there truly is until, looking down, the world is so many feet below. With you, the adrenaline was always present- the sparks that you so easily threw off became fireworks when we were together.
I understand now why we could never be happy together. A person can never truly trust that they are not going to fall off the tightrope, and in the same way, I could not trust you. You blazed through my life, spout
ERIK'S UGLY SHIRTERIK'S UGLY SHIRT4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Taking a Chance: Erik's Ugly Shirt
At four o'clock in the morning, even Charles Xavier's mind stopped functioning properly. There he was, sitting at his work desk, trying to figure out if a kid's voice could really make him fly around a giant satellite dish or if he would be sending him falling to his death. As the mathematical equations on his paper got longer and longer, his attention span got shorter and shorter. The last thing he needed was a sudden knock on his door.
A quick psychic scan told him the unwelcome visitor was none other than Erik. Charles could have easily found out what he wanted without even letting him through the door, but at this hour of the night he simply could not be bothered. "Come in, Erik," he said with a frustrated sigh, leaning back in his rolling office chair and rubbing his weary eyes. He heard the door open behind him.
"Evening, professor or should I say morning?"
"Erik, I told you not to call me that," Charles said, rolling
G.A.C.C. Students (Prologue)G.A.C.C. Students (Prologue)9 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
As much as she tried, she couldn't speak those words she wished to say, neither could she move any part of her body. Those words were the only thing that kept repeating in her mind, and as much as she wanted to shout them, she couldn't.
The only thing she felt was a horrible burning feeling in her torso, as if someone was setting her body on fire. But that was the least of her worries for the moment. Now the pain of her injury was nothing compared to the hollow empty feeling in her heart, as she watched what seemed a massacre in front of her, and the one responsible was at the moment fighting against a whole group in front of him.
The tiny creature was terrifying, breathing heavily and snarling at the tall aliens that stood a few feet in front of him. He was not in his right mind, his body trembled, drool began to drip from the side of his left lip, and his fur was all soaked in blood. Around him were bodies of the ones who dared challenge this small
Snowy Days 1 - Chess and StairwaysSnowy Days 1 - Chess and Stairways4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Charles and Erik were sitting in Charles' study at the bottom floor in the Xavier Manor. It was a typical, the young ones had been sent off to bed, exhausted from the day's hard training, but yet they kept sneaking in and out of each others bedrooms either to chat or to steal candy from the others.
Charles and Erik usually spent their spare time in the evenings with a glass of scotch, a match of chess or reading in each other's company. Typically they would discuss the events of the day or whatever came into their mind, girls, nights out, childhood, mainly Charles' or Erik's travels across the globe, they talked about all and nothing, within the short weeks they had known each other they had grown exceptionally close. They both found something in the other that were missing, they found a strong ally in each other, someone who could both challenge them intellectually, mentally and physically, a person who pushed them to evolve their powers and minds.
Charles was looking at
Empty Days. Chapter 1Empty Days. Chapter 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
A/N: This is a cowritten story with Emogirl1820. Thank you for reading!
Xmen and the Characters in this story belong to Marvel.
November 15, 1962.
Erik Lehnsherr was a man of little words, he usually didn't need them; a stern look from his cold blue-grey eyes he could send messages of what he felt, whether he was serious, angered or irritated. But as he took a deep breath and the cold German air was swept within his lungs, as the familiar scent of scotch, cigarettes and coffee, Erik felt absolutely nothing.
It was to be expected, really. He never truly felt at home here, because of the way that every corner gave him a painful memory and every rainy day here gave him nightmares. To him, a home was where you had family, friends, where people accepted you the way you are.
To him, Home was what he had with Charles back at New York.
But he knew the truth, he could never go back, he needed t