Some AdviceSteve sighed and leaned back in his chair, his arms folded behind his head and his gaze searching the ceiling. This was it. He'd dated Tony long enough to know that he loved the man dearly. They had both admitted their love about a week ago after a year of dating, and he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to make Tony his. He needed to marry him. But how? The Captain was an old fashioned man, whereas Tony was anything but. It needed to be perfect.. But how could he do it? Anything less than perfect was unacceptable, because Tony deserved it. Of course, he was worried that the man would say no, but he had to actually propose first before he would get an answer.Some Advice3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Exhaling slowly, Steve straightened and got up, adjusting his jacket before leaving the living room. Maybe his friends would have some advice for him. Wringing his hands nervously, he made his way to Clint's room and knocked on the door. There was some rustling as though someone was getting out of bed, and then the door opened a
Victory LaneVictory Lane3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's time to celebrate
Give it up for Dale Jr
And that number 88
In their mirrors
They moved out of his way
Because the checkered flag
Would be his that day
Drove his machine until it was all said and done
And he saw that checkered flag
On the horizon
They surrendered the lead because they
Saw who was there
It was number 88
Dale Earnhardt Jr
Yeah, Dale heard your call
And he raced to win
Or he wouldn't race at all
Yeah we hear your cry
Race to live
Race or die
Dale found his way
He took the win
In his Chevrolet
Need no longer fear
That winless streak
He broke it this year
Time to celebrate
Let's all pop a Dew
For that number 88!
My Precious Boy"Daddy, look!" Kurt squealed and tugged on his father's hand with all the strength his three year old self had. Burt allowed himself to be dragged over to what had his little boy so excited. He wasn't surprised when he saw what Kurt was so spellbound by. Most boys who were Kurt's age at the day nursery he went to Monday through Wednesday were just starting to get interested in football and baseball. Kurt, even when he had only just started walking and exploring, was interested by fairytales, Disney films and princesses and most recently, their outfits.My Precious Boy5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In front of the pair of them right now, were a glittery tiara and a shiny, bejewelled wand. Kurt shrieked something about Cinderella's fairy godmother and grabbed a tiara from the closest shelf. He had to stand on tiptoes to reach it but he had no trouble pushing the tag that was attached to the side of the tiara, so that it didn't rest on his forehead when he carefully placed it on his head. The tiara sat perfectly on top of his shiny,
Little Mer BoyLittle Mer Boy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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A small face peered around a smooth stone pillar. Hands placed upon the cold surface that had been smoothed by the tides of many generations held eagerly. Even the salt in the water had done little to mar the surface of the stone. Blue hair whisked around his head, as the boy pulled his head back against the large column. The hallway was lined with them. All the paths of the palace was decorated with the supporting cylinders of stone. The palace was surly a site to see, though few had, unless you could breath in water. For this was the city of Atlantis, the residence of the ruling family of the merfolk and keepers of the sea.
"ah come on! There's no one here, lets go out already." an even smaller face said besides the boy who had peered cautiously. The little figure swam up, keeping a steady plac
My Thoughts on Cheerilee and StudentsAnd now we come to Miss Cherrilee and the students of Ponyville Elementary. And the first thing I want to discuss with regards to these characters is whether or not they are the only ones in that particular school. Cheerilee is the only teacher we seen in all of Ponyville and the class of the CMC are the only students we see. Does that entire school consist of only a handful of students and one teacher? It would not be an unusual thing exactly as small towns and villages would probably have a small school to go with it. I myself live very near to one such school. But like with many of the things in this show, its something that requires clarification.My Thoughts on Cheerilee and Students3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So as for Cheerilee herself, my initial impressions was that she was going to be an "exposition character". When we're first introduced to her in "Call of the Cutie" her role was basically to be a source of information regarding the concept of cutie marks. She was educating her students, and thus the audience, about this concept that's so
Down Once More TranslatedSubliminal messages abound in The Phantom of the Opera. Some are so entwined in such carefully constructed, phallic metaphors, that it may be difficult to sift through the passionate web of angst and decipher the lyrics' true meanings. So here, for your clarity, I have provided a translation of some of the musical's most elaborate lyrics. The original lyrics will be italicized, while the translations will not. It is my desire that your next viewing of Phantom should be an enlightened one, and my sincerest hope that these translations will clear up any confusion.Down Once More Translated4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Down Once More"
PHANTOM: Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair!
(I am using hyperbolic metaphors that make me the patron saint of emos everywhere.)
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
(Have you, perchance, ever heard of schizophrenia? Because I think I may have it, along with a medley of other psychological disorders that would make a therapist salivate.)
Down that path
CATULUS #11CATULUS #113 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian, William and Grell leaped through the portal into the Angel realm. Sebastian was hit by a wall of hot pain. Falling to the ground he groaned.
"You're a demon, you're not welcome here" William said, his voice a monotone. Grell helped him up.
"Sebas-chan, you find Ciel, let us deal with Angela"
"Yes, I know" He badly wanted to rip that Angel in two, but Ciel came first. He would have his revenge later. Grell and William disappeared into the white mist, leaving Sebastian alone.
Using his accurate hearing he listened. He could hear his breath rasping in his throat from the pain. He could hear his heart thumping against his ribcage.
He spun his head towards the noise, his eyes tightly shut. Ciel.
To his right. He took a few steps to the right.
Now the left? Sebastian opened his eyes. The mist was thick and heavy now.
"Hizzzzzz" Ciel hissed behind him. Sebastian span round on his heels.
"Hiya kitty!" Grell? Sebastian ran. His eyes felt blinded by the mist. His
CATULUS #17CATULUS #173 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mew!" Ciel chased the ball of wool across the drawing room floor. His cat ears and tail twitching excitedly. The ball rolled over to the sofa. Ciel liked this. Ciel jumped on the sofa, getting ready to pounce to the floor. He sprung, grabbing the ball and rolling onto his back, hitting the table. Ciel cringed. He remembered last time he knocked something. He had gotten wet. Black-hair man had scolded him then put that horrible cream that stung onto his cuts. He hadn't liked that.
"Careful" Black-hair man said from the far side of the room. He held a feather duster in one hand and a book in another. Ciel cocked his head. Black-hair man had stopped calling him by his name. Instead he said "Young Master" or "My Lord" which Ciel didn't understand. He didn't like those names. He liked Ciel. He had also started giving him strange tasting milk which always made him sleepy. Ciel was unsure about this. Movement caught his eye. He squealed and attacked. His tail spun away from his grasp.
His Butler: DeathThe rain.His Butler: Death3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The spluttering, filthy rain.
Spreading the hate from this filthy world, as he lays there. As in his sleep.
Even the rain, the unclean from this corrupt world, can't ruin his vibe of formality; his class.
Not his looks, nor his hair.
Even with all his clothes drenched, his hair all undone, he still looks like a butler.
The Phantomhive's butler.
He's lying there on the ground. The never-ending rain, not as crying over him, but washing him away.
The blade in his chest, almost seem to look like it's suppose to be there.
That the hole in his chest, the blood joining the rain, drenching his shirt, are just part of a fine masterpiece.
As the Earl stands there, studying the butler, he notice these facts. But know, that this isn't, -at least not an implied- masterpiece.
His butler, there. On the ground.
With the demon blade, right through him.
Ironic, isn't it?
The butler who could never fail, the butler who could do it all. With ease.
The Butler who would never leave, never die.
Beautiful GirlsI hate those beautiful girlsBeautiful Girls8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With all the natural beauty
Ugly facial expressions
Hair styled or not
Makeup done or none existent
If they act bitchy or kind
I hate those beautiful girls
The ones who can get away with anything
They can where mismatching clothes
Dye their hair green
Wear neon colored makeup
And paint their nails a color akin to a highlighter
I hate those beautiful girls
Whos parents give them everything
Rich or poor
They get the clothes they want
The electronics they dont need
Go to concerts theyve already seen five times
I hate those beautiful girls
With all the glory and the fame
Dancers with impossibly high kicks
Singers with extreme notes
Actresses that can be happy one moment and sad the next
They could even do terribly
I hate those beautiful girls
They take away everything
The guys chase
The employers pay
The parents give
Devil Take the Hindmost: Cliff Notes VersionRaoul: If you think you're going to force my trophy wife into another creepy tryst with you, then you've got another thing coming, buddy.Devil Take the Hindmost: Cliff Notes Version3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Erik: Your wife is an airhead and so I may manipulate her however I please. Also, you are drunk.
Raoul: Yeah? Well, you're ugly.
Erik: You're broke.
Raoul: You're REALLY ugly.
Erik: You have no testicles.
Raoul: Every time I look at you, I throw up in my mouth a little
Erik: Yes, but YOU are broke. I on the other hand, am conveniently and mysteriously wealthy despite the fact that a masked criminal showcasing his madness in such a flamboyantly French way would, under any other circumstances, attract the attention of the NYPD, who would, in turn, seize his assets and toss him in the loony bin. But alas, I am wealthy, and you are not. This puts me in a convenient position to further this turd of a plot by making a bet with you that could potentially resolve your debts.
Raoul: Hmm...well, I do like making bets. Because I have no testicles.
Mass Effect: Generations (Shakarian) Chapter 1Mass Effect: Generations (Shakarian) Chapter 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
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“Lola Shepard Vakarian, out here. Now!” My mother shouts from the living room. Full name. I’m in trouble.
I walk out of my room to find my mother is still in her armor, her pistol strapped to her hip. The afternoon sun beams on her back through the windows, casting her figure in dark ominous shadows. She crosses her arms over her chest, her mouth nothing but a straight line. She is really mad.
“Hi, Mom. What’s up?”
“Your classmate, whom they had to help down from the rafters of your school.”
“Yes, that. I just had a long meeting with your principal talking her out of expelling you this close to graduation. Lola, what were you thinking using your biotics on another student?”
I sit down on our black leather couch and stare at my feet, noticing that despite their shine, my boots ar
The Mare in The MoonMany thousands of years agoThe Mare in The Moon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Long before thoughts of you or I
Two gifted sibling alicorns
In harmony governed the sky
Celestia, the elder one
Summoned the sun's light and warm beams,
While Luna of the twinkling mane
Brought forth the moon, bright stars, and dreams
And for time immemorial
These sisters sought to balance keep
Until the roots of discontent
Into Luna began to creep
For though she labored every dusk
To place the moon and stars on high
All ponies shunned to grace her night
None admired her dazzling sky!
Her shining stars! Her blazing moon!
Their beauty lost on every one
Of the same ponies who, each dawn,
Rose joyously to greet the sun
For decades she her silence kept
Hoping time would bring remedy
But all the while, through her heart spread
The dark venom of jealousy
And too soon envy turned to greed,
And greed grew into coveting
And her covet became her need,
Until she had no other thing
But to FORCE night upon the land
And with her heart by greed consumed
She proclaimed tha
CATULUS #12CATULUS #123 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hizz" Ciel hissed. He didn't like this. Black-hair man tapped his hand on the floor.
"Ciel, it's OK, come here" Ciel inched further back into the wall.
"Hizz" Black-hair man crept closer. Ciel couldn't go back any further. His tail curled around him.
"Ciel" Black-hair man cooed "Ciel, it's me, Sebastian" Black-hair man tried to touch him but Ciel leapt away from the outstretched hand over into the other corner. Black-hair man, Red-noisy man and Green-eyes man all stood up.
"You'd better just pick him up" Green-eyes man said sharply "He doesn't seem to want to come to us"
"Will!" Red-noisy man gasped. Black-hair man sighed. He looked at him. Ciel was confused. Black-hair man approached.
"Hizz" He tried to sound braver than he was. Black-hair man grabbed him, pulling him off the ground.
"Hizz. Mew? Hizz" Ciel struggled. He felt scared. Black-hair man held him firmly so he couldn't move.
"Mew?" Ciel gave Black-hair man a scared look.
"It's OK Ciel" He said calmly "I'm not going to hurt y
My Thoughts on DiscordNow it's time to talk about the second major villain of the series. The spirit of disharmony, Discord.My Thoughts on Discord3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've said this about him before but in many ways he stands a a villain in stark contrast to Nightmare Moon. Consider this. When Nightmare faced the main six, she was very direct in her methods. She would often use physical force, or the force of others, to try and stop them. Inflicting physical harm on her enemies was her priority when dealing with them. That, coupled with her serious personality made her, despite the points I spoke of in my last essay, a very traditional villain.
But when thinking of Discord, I cannot help but think that this was a villain seemingly born out of a dare to see how much they could make a character who was the exact opposite of Nightmare. His personality was not serious or focused, it was aloof, getting bored with any situation easily and doing only what he did for fun. He had no grand scheme in mind, no ultimate goal besides doing whatever he wanted, wh
My Thoughts on the CakesThe Cakes represent something that for one reason or another, you just don't see. They are a complete family. Oh sure you have the occasional visit by parents to the main six and sure Applejack's family make regular appearances throughout. But this is the first and only traditional family you see throughout the entire series. As I said in past essays, this show takes pride in portraying families in a positive light, and how important family members can be to a person. A such I'm rather confused as to why this is the one and only family structure of it's type seen in the show.My Thoughts on the Cakes3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Unlike other supporting characters, the Cake family do not get much in the way of development as they have had very few episodes devoted to them. And even when the focus has been on them, the episode is usually about how the other ponies interact with them and what lessons they can learn from doing so. But as much as I might want these four characters to be developed more, I will say that I enjoy watching them and
My Thoughts on ApplejackLet me get something out of the way right now. I liked Applejack when I first saw her in the first episode. This is something that needs to me made very clear because, under normal circumstances, I'm not a particular big fan of stereotype characters. When I say that Applejack is a stereotype, what I mean is that she very much seemed to embody many of the traits that people have of those in the Southern United States. The accent, the farm, the big family, the hat. If it wasn't for Applejack's more redeeming qualities I'd have probably dismissed her.My Thoughts on Applejack3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
But like I said, Applejack has redeeming qualities to her. Many in fact that, like with Fluttershy, far outweigh any of the negative things I'm about to say about her in this essay.
First, let me talk about some of her good points. Being a person who works frequently in a farm environment, she is, naturally, a very hard worker. I've always had an appreciation for the kinds of people who do this kind of work, especially when they put so much
CATULUS #8CATULUS #84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ciel bounded around tall mans feet in the kitchen. He liked the kitchen. It smelled good. There were lots of things to investigate. He liked the cooking utensils. Laying on his back he swiped at them with his 'paws'. Sebastian smiled softly at the young boy. He agreed with Miss Elizabeth on one thing, Ciel should smile more. It was a beautiful smile. He squatted down.
"Are you going to turn back so you can have lunch?" He asked the kitten. Ciel cocked his head which he took for a no. There wasn't much point in making something if Ciel wasn't going to eat it. Taking a brimmed bowl he got out some milk. Setting the bowl down on the floor he watched Ciel fondly lap up the cool drink, a white dribble running down his chin. Sebastian expression changed to one of worry. Ciel was the same colour as the milk. He still wasn't to sure what was happening, apart from the fact that Angels were involved.
Ciel finished the milk. Talking his hankie, Sebastian knelt down and stared cleaning up Ciel. Th
CATULUSCATULUS4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ciel screamed, a throat burning scream. Sebastian snapped up from his paperwork. Ciel? He pulled of his glasses. Grabbing his tail coat he dashed out the door, passing the awakened servants. Rounding the corner he started up the stairs in long leaps. His master could be heard screaming. What had happened? Had someone gotten in? Sebastian couldn't recall sensing a presence or anything out of the ordinary. A thump suddenly rang in his ears, alerting him to the present as his heart leapt out for his little master. Sprinting down the corridor, finally reaching the Young Masters room. Flinging the door open, expecting to see captures holding a long-dead Ciel. Instead, he found Ciel on the floor, tangled in the bed sheets, apparently still asleep. If you could call it that. The boy let out a unnerving whimper beneath the sheets. Sebastian knelt down besides the wrapped up boy.
"Young Master?" He said, trying to make his voice relaxing "Young Master, wake up"
"I'm here Master"
CATULUS #5CATULUS #54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The door flung open and Miss Elizabeth ran into the room. Sebastians eyes widened for a split second before he put on his mask, Ciel still cradled in is arms.
"Ah, Miss Elizabeth, welcome back to the Phantomhive mansion" He smiled. Ciel carried on flicking Sebastians hair, oblivious to what was happening around him. Elizabeth gave a short, sharp gasp.
"Ciel?" She stepped forward, peering at the playful kitten that was her fiancé. Ciel looked up at the mention of his name. He looked up at Elizabeth curiously, his furry ears twisting.
"Ciel?" She repeated. She put out her hand and began to stroke the kitten. Ciel beamed happily before resting his head into her hand, wanting more.
"Oh my gosh Ciel you are simply adorable!" The girl bubbled. Sebastian was a little taken back. He placed Ciel down on the bed. Elizabeth carried on stroking. Ciel clambered onto her lap, purring blissfully. She giggled.
"Miss Elizabeth" Sebastian started "about the Young Masters condition-"
"Oh, I don't ca
Social AnxietySocial Anxiety1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Eyes downcast, staring at my phone.
No, don’t make eye contact. Just leave me alone.
I crave for bravery and to not be afraid
To raise my hand in class with a unique idea and come off unscathed
To talk loud enough for people to hear instead of mumbling under my breath
To not need a shot or a beer to have a normal conversation at best
I wish I wasn’t afraid of people or the pain they inflict
And to be blessed enough to see the goodness that exists
A new chapter of my story unfolds, yet the old one haunts me
The creeping anxiety that nobody wants me.
To get up and talk at a party and make a new friend
Instead of sitting on the couch waiting for it to end.
To have the energy and desire to live life while young
And not have friends who ruin your fun.
What is life without people? What is life without friends?
When is it time for my heart to makes amends
With the past so that I may enjoy the present
And anticipate the future without fear of relent
It’s as simple as doing it
A Ghost StoryA Ghost Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amy walked down the street silently. It was dark out and the moon shone brightly in the night sky. The start twinkled merrily above and the town was a bleak and empty place. Everyone had turned in for the evening, and she was leaving school very late. It was a very long walk home and her mom was too busy to come get her.
It wasn’t her fault for being so late. She had only been trying to help the teacher! The pet snake that she kept in the back of the class looked so hungry, so she tried to feed it. She had opened the tank to feed it and the snake had gotten out. She didn’t mean for it to happen, but it had earned her a few hours of after school lectures and detentions. By the time she had gotten done, night was falling.
There was the sound of a snap and the movement of something in the alleyway behind her. Amy spun around to look down the alley in surprise. She couldn’t see anything there…had she imagined it?
“Hello?” She called out. “Anyone t