A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Bart: I'm okay!
Homer: No! I'm not ok! *Homer sobbed*
Lisa: What is it, Dad!?!
Homer: I'll never get the lifetime supply of bottled water!!!!
Lisa: Ok, at least we're all ok
Homer: I didn't hear the address I was supposed to send my details to! Why is life so cruel! *Homer wailed loudly*
Bart: We're never gonna get the stupid tree!
Seymour: Good Lord! Is everyone ok?! *Seymour leaped out of his car to aid the Simpsons* (Seymour had been driving past when Homer crashed. Seymour had been out doing errands for Agnes)
Bart: Could it get any worse?
Lisa: Yes, Principal Skinner. Everyone is fine.
Seymour: Let me at least give you a ride home.
Lisa: We weren't going home, we were going to get a Christmas tree. I guess we'll have to walk there now.
Homer: Walk!?! *Homer and Bart groaned*
Seymour: I'm on my way to buy a Christmas tree for Mother. Want to come along?
Lisa: Thank you for the kind offer but we coul-
A Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Marge: Homie, can you go down with the kids to buy a Christmas tree? I have to do the Christmas shopping. (Christmas the year before had been not much short of a failure due to the fact that Homer forgot to do the Christmas shopping)
Homer: Do I HAVE to??? *Homer moaned*
Marge: It's Christmas tomorrow, and I don't want this family to have another 'crisis'. *Marge glanced sternly at Homer*
Lisa: Can we Dad?
Bart: Yeah, c'mon Homer!
Homer: But I wanna watch the game!
Marge: Homie, please? *Marge waited for Homer's response*
Bart: Nevermind Mom. Just let the fatso watch his gam-
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE! *Homer strangled Bart*
Bart: ACK!! URRK! GACK!!!
Marge: HOMER! You're going to get that tree and no more television for the rest of the day!!!
Lisa: Thanks Mom.
Bart: Come on big boy! *Bart laughed at Homer*
Homer: Watch it, boy! *Homer opened the front door and walked outside*
Lisa: Can I pick which tree we get, Dad?
Bart: NO! Mom
A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 1)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 1)3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Homer: Everyone ready? *Homer stopped singing*
Lisa: Yes, Dad! *Lisa looked at Bart as if to say, 'You better say yes!'*
Homer: OK then! Off we go! WOOHOO!!!
Bart: I thought you didn't want to come!
Homer: That's in the past, boy! Just like "The Ghost of Christmas Future"!
Lisa: Dad, don't you mean "Past"?
Homer: Past what?
Lisa: The Ghos- Oh never mind! Can we go now!
Homer: Go where?
Lisa: Urgh! To get the Christmas tree!!!
Homer: Oh right! *Homer laughed*
Homer: Why Won't You Work *Homer tried to start the car*
Homer: COME ON! *Homer banged his fist against the steering wheel*
Homer: If this is another one of your pran- *Homer's car started*
Bart: I didn't do nothin'! *Bart grinned a big cheesy grin at Homer*
Homer: Let's see what's on. *Homer switched on the radio*
KBBL: 102.5 FM, KBBL here, making your day average. First up is a once in a lifetime opportunity to win a lifetime s
Future Mama Baby Drama Chapter 1"Future Mama Baby Drama" - Follow up to "Robot Hell's Angel"Future Mama Baby Drama Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: Hey guys, it's me again! So I finished my Futurama My Immortal parody and decided to write a sequel to my serious Futurama fanfiction "Robot Hell's Angel" just because. I hope you guys like it, I've been working on it for a while but haven't had a chance to post it until now. Please tell me what you think c:
"I'm so glad you didn't die, I need you to stay alive and help me raise our baby." Said Leela. She rubbed her tummy for emphasis, a smile crossing her face. Fry seemed confused.
"Leela, you can stop lying about being pregnant now. The Robot Devil freed you a while ago." He advised. The cyclops' smile faded. She grew frustrated. How could he think that!?
"What!? Fry, this isn't a lie at all! I really am pregnant! See, feel this! You can feel our baby kick!" She retorted furiously, grabbing Fry's hand and pressing it firmly against her belly. At first, the delivery boy felt nothing abnormal. All he could feel
Dangers Of Deliveries Part 1The Planet Express crew sat casually in the lounge watching the news, awaiting their next delivery. Leela was always ready for their missions right away, with her keys kept in her pocket and her wrist device ready to take directional orders. Fry and Bender on the other hand were more than happy to wait if they had to; after all, a new episode of All My Circuits was going to be on. Professor Farnsworth slowly shuffled his way into the room. Upon hearing the doors slide open, Leela sat up attentively, while Bender and Fry sank deeper into the sofa, as if already being bored with whatever they would have to do...Dangers Of Deliveries Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And sure enough, the Professor smiled at the three, and spouted with an eager voice, "Good news, everyone!" Oh, how they've all heard that before.... and seldom was it ever anything that could be defined as good. The Professor continued, "We've got another delivery to make! You'll be in charge of delivering these bricks of antibiotics to the wounded Crocodilious soldiers o
Bump in the night - Part 1Bump in the night - Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
FUTURAMA: BUMP IN THE NIGHT
CAPTION: [in alienese] NERDLINGERS UNITE!
An eerie light was set upon the street of New New York; Halloween drew near. Priests filled the streets shouting something about repentance, or maybe it was re-pent ants. Sales in garlic and wooden stakes increased as well as sabotage to ladders and inside umbrellas. But people still flocked to get pumpkins, real, plastic and illegally produced. Excitement built in the average family, the prospect of sweet gifts and a chance to pull a prank without worry of any dangerous holiday mascots such as Robot Santa Claus or the Zombie Easter Bunny.
Though no one could have been as exited as Professor Farnsworth; he had been growing pumpkins with a growth enhancement and was about to make a breakthrough in pumpkin technology. What disappointed him though, was the fact that nobody cared.
Im sick of pumpkins! Fry whined to the professor. Cant you use something like peaches or hamsters or suga
Leela To FryYou're an idiot,Leela To Fry4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
you never think twice,
you never think once!
You're immature and childish,
you can't do anything right,
and you're too slow to realize
any of this yourself.
I hate how you're always trying...
trying to "make" me love you.
I hate your pointy hair
and your stupid grin.
I hate that goddamn jacket,
you never wash the thing.
I hate the way you screw things up,
never sticking to plans.
I hate your stupid ignorance,
why don't you stop trying?
Why do you love me?
I don't like you.
Just stop trying.
It's getting annoying,
Don't you ever give up?
Your effort is futile.
I hate the way you say the wrong thing
at just the wrong time.
I hate the way you look at me,
please, just turn around.
I hate the way you act on impulse,
I can never judge your movement.
Don't try protecting me,
I can look after myself.
Why did you save my life?
I said I'd never "come around".
Stop it already!
I hate the way you never give up,
the way you always love me.
I hate the way you act s
Tightly in my FistI clasp tightly to my necklace of forgotten dreams.Tightly in my Fist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its a large tacky thing
With every color imaginable.
Each charm is a dream
That have faded as time passes
But I still hold on
I tightly clasp onto the necklace of forgotten dreams that is tangled in the beads of despairing means and laying on the road of hopes that won't be while leading into the trees of misplaced feelings that reach to a sky of beams of plight that come from a sun of broken things that live in my heart.
But I still hold on
CriminalCriminal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ouran Academy of all boys, a perfect school to teach boy how to be gentlemen; but apparently that saying didn't apply to one boy.
A boy with huge massive body of a football player, eyes of the molten liquid emerald swimming with coldness and hate, hair dark as ebony that gleamed in the moonlight giving it a dark blue affect, his hair reached down and caressed his strong jaw.
Derek Souza gazed out beyond the gates with a cigarette clenched between his teeth. The green eyes wondering what's really out there in the world, he had only seen pictures of the real world.
Derek had been in this school since he could remember so he always wondering what going out there. Was it really as awesome as the teachers said or as scary as the school head master said? He sighed and leaned against the tree and tucked his hands in his pockets.
He was in his casual uniform which was black slacks, white dress up shirt with crescent of an owl and a snake in his claws. On the bottom is said Ouran Academy in bea
Futurama:: Fry to LeelaYou're beautiful,Futurama:: Fry to Leela4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You're kind and compassionate,
You always do everything right,
Maybe you don't know this,
But I do.
I love how you always,
Reject me when I tell you 'I love you',
Because that gives me another chance tomorrow,
To tell you 'I love you' again.
I love your long and violet hair,
And the way you smile,
I love your bossiness,
And the way you lead people,
Your boots are great on you,
Or did I already say that yesterday?
Why do I love you?
Because I just do,
Until you say 'I do too',
I'm never going to give up.
Say I'm clingy and desperate,
But that's just my style.
I love how your words always make my day,
I love the way you look at me,
Even out of hatred,
I don't want you to turn around,
Please just put that eye on only me,
Forever and ever.
I'll always rush to protect you,
Because I know deep down,
You need someone,
And I want to be that person.
Do you find me a burden?
Do you want me to stop?
I would but I can't,
I already fell deep and far,
And I don't
Don't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)Don't Go Breaking My HeartDon't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Sung by Homer and Marge Simpson and Peter Griffin and Lois Griffin)
Homer Simpson: Don't go breaking my heart
Marge Simpson: I couldn't if I tried
Homer Simpson: Oh honey if I get restless
Marge Simpson: Baby you're not that kind
Peter Griffin: Don't go breaking my heart
Lois Griffin: You take the weight off of me
Peter Griffin: Oh honey when you knock on my door
Lois Griffin: Oo I gave you my key
Both: Woo Hoo Nobody knows it
Homer Simpson: When I was down
Marge Simpson: I was your clown
Both:Woo Hoo Nobody knows it
Nobody knows it
Peter Griffin: Right from the start
Lois Griffin: I Gave you my heart
Oohh I Gave you my heart
Homer Simpson: So don't go breaking my heart
Marge Simpson: I won't go breaking your heart
Both: Don't go breaking my heart
Peter Griffin: Nobody told us
Lois Griffin: Cause nobody showed us
Peter Griffin: Now it's up to us baby
Lois Griffin: Oohh I think we can make it
Homer Simpson: So don't misunderstand me
Marge Simpson: You put the
I am notI’m not your little boy.I am not2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re not my little girl.
I’m just someone you met,
And wants to change the world
I’m not the prince in your dreams
I don’t have smarts or might
I’m just the one that screams
And cries to sleep at night
I’m not who you want me to be.
I will never be what you are.
I’m myself, I am free.
I’m not ashamed of my scars
I’m not that weak
You’re not that strong
You still have company
But I’m still alone
So I speak
Though this poem.
It’s not a pretty love song
I’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.
Because I am not perfect,
I’m not retarded,
I’m just like you,
There is always a reason to be
And I won’t regret
I’m always happy to be me.
Letters to EnglandTo Anyone Who's a Fan of England...me, in other words,Letters to England3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hullo there, this is England. Yes, the England. The once-great empire with a now-buggered economy that now spends his days drowning his sorrow lounging around the house, drinking tea, reading the Daily Mail and draining himself of IQ points watching EastEnders of an evening. Not to mention having a particular sodding Frenchman hiding in my garden and peeping at me through high-powered binoculars like it's normal and like I can't bloody see him as clear as bloody day.
Thus, this letter. I've decided to try and forget my current problems by reaching out, so to speak, to anyone who can be bothered to help me do so, at least for a brief time. I've opened my letterbox up to anyone and everyone who wishes to connect pen with paper and write to me. I shall respond accordingly. You can be whatever country, person, season, anything you wish (as long as it isn't a made-up country/person/thing--the world of imaginary unicorns
I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.I am Me. Who are You?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.
I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.
My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.
My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.
I am me.
Afraid (Chubby!Reader x Big Brother!Trio)(Name) sniffled as she dragged the blade across her arm again, salty tears mixing with her blood as it dripping down into the sink below. Her phone rang with another call but she ignored it. Probably another person ready to call her a fat piece of shit.. tears came coursing once more and she made another cut. In all honesty (Name) wasn’t even fat, she was just chubby. But that didn’t stop the hurtful words and jokes. So she just decided to finally end all of the months of abuse.Afraid (Chubby!Reader x Big Brother!Trio)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before she could make the cut that would end her life the bathroom door flew open and three sets of hands grabbed at her. One took the knife from her hand, another hugging her close to someone significantly taller than herself. The last started to clean her wounds, gently caressing her scarred arms. (Name) could only cry and watch her best friends fix her up, then carry her to the living room.
Arthur made some tea while Lovino and Gilbert cuddled her between themselves, murmuring loving words into h
Gone with Lin Chapter FiveGone with Lin Chapter Five2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It's ok mommy, It'll be alright." Lin cooed to her mother like Toph had done to her. Lin stroked her mother's black, messy hair. Toph laid still, her face still wet with tears. Lin held onto her mother as tight as she could.
"Mommy, Sokka will save us. Aang and Katara too!" She said with surprising enthusiasm. Toph slowly sat up, pulling Lin into her lap.
"I love you Lin, no matter what happens, don't forget that." Toph spoke, her voice rasped. She was the legendary Bei Fong, who invented metal bending. She wasn't going to let being raped put her down. She had to protect Lin from these men. She was already sick and her little body won't be able to handle much more.
"Lin...did those men hurt you when I was still in here?" Toph stroked the girl's hair soothingly. It helped soothe Toph's own nerves, knowing that she was there with her and alive.
"No... He let me sit on the sofa and watch TV." Lin smiled, he had been nice to her. "He let me have some chocolate." She looked up at her mothe
A fail PruHun storyA fail PruHun story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One warm summer day Eli decided to go to the park
When he got there she met one of her best friends Gil, "Eli!! What are you doing here!!"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing."
After a few moments they decided to play some football.* Eli kicked the ball over the albino's head and chased after it.
The game lasted for quite a long time both scoring, stealing, and saving the ball. But in the end Gil won the game, much to Eli's dislike.
"What do I get now?" Gil said raising one of his grey eyebrows.
"I don't know what is it that you would want?"
"Hmmm," Gil thought for a long moment, "Perhaps a kiss."
Eli's heart fluttered, "O-okay," with that Eli stretched and lightly pecked Gil's cheek with his pink lips.
"Nein!!! I meant on the lips!!"
"Nem Idióta!! That would be gay!!"
25 Days of SPN X-Mas #4 - MistletoeDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.25 Days of SPN X-Mas #4 - Mistletoe1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Sam?" Kevin asked as he tacked a piece of mistletoe above one of the doorways in the bunker. "What if Dean gets mad?"
Sam snorted, handing Kevin another branch from the bushel he held in his arms. "If he does, it's only because he knows we're right."
A few days ago, Sam and Kevin had hatched a plan to place mistletoe all around the bunker, keeping it especially concentrated in areas they knew Dean and Cas frequented. The two of them knew the hunter and the ex-angel were more than friends, and had been for a long time, but Dean still seemed dead-set on keeping that fact a secret from them somehow. Whatever the reason, they were sick of watching Cas stare at Dean with unadulterated adoration in his eyes only to be discouraged every time Dean ignored
It sucks to be you reader insertIt sucks to be you reader insert2 years ago in Drama More Like This
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Warm nights ( 2p!Canada x reader)Warm nights ( 2p!Canada x reader)10 months ago in Romance More Like This
You watched the rain fall from the grey sky making it impossible to look outside, you sat on the black couch cuddling into a warm blanket, while waiting for your Canadian lover to come home from his usually round in the forest. The orange and reds nuances from the fire reflected on your face making your soft features seem unnatural. Your bright eyes watched as the flames dances and heated your skin, making you smile.
The radio played in the background creating a soothing atmosphere, as countless of love songs drifted through your ears. The smell of maple syrup, wood and a slight touch of your favorite perfume tickled your nose. The fragrance made you sigh in happiness, but also made you miss the violent Canadian even more.
The door slammed open with a loud bang and you peered over the couch to see your soaked boyfriend stand in the entrée with a pissed look on his face, a just as wet Kuma sat by the stairs with hair hanging around his face. You hurriedly got up from your comfy c
Worn GermanyxReaderWorn GermanyxReaderWorn GermanyxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I’m tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
Germany inhaled sharply as you wrapped a bandage around his freshest wound from battle.
“You should be more careful,” You chastised. “Don’t take unnecessary risks, especially for a cause you don’t believe in.” Germany rose to his feet shakily.
“I am careful.” You sighed.
“You say that every time and yet you always end up like this.” You waved a hand to encompass all of Germany’s wrapped wounds. “Away with you now, before my brother returns. According to him, you’re the enemy now.” Germany nodded and, quiet as a specter, ghosted out the nearest door into the night.
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
America stumbled into his house sporting a black eye and one arm in a sling courtesy of Japan.
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
AmericaXReader - Nightmares(Just alittle cute story I came up with awhile ago... Well Hope you enjoy it)AmericaXReader - Nightmares3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You had another bad dream, the 4th one this week, and this was starting to worry your roommate and your best friend, Alfred. The first night he woke up to crying at the foot of his bed, the second night he found you on the kitchen floor snuggling a loaf of bread, and the third night Alfred insisted you sleep in his bed with him. Sleeping in the same bed helped but not by much, you still woke up with tears flooding your (e/c) eyes but this time not waking Alfred.
This dream that scared you so much, it was about losing Alfred You couldn't lose the one you love, the guy that's more of a brother than a friend, who when you went home to visit your family, he went with you, and was welcomed and adored by your parents. Alfred was a part of you so much, you couldn't lose him.
The 4th night Alfred again insisted that you sleep in his bed because it seemed to help some. When you woke up this time from your dream,