The Stolen Earth Equation DW/Big Bang Theory P 1A/N: This is set during The Stolen Earth.The Stolen Earth Equation DW/Big Bang Theory P 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Wow, I still can't believe we're in London," Leonard said while he and his friends, Raj, Howard and Sheldon walked down a busy sidewalk.
They were in London to attend a physics conference. Raj, Sheldon and Leonard had been invited and Howard tagged along with them after convincing his mother that he was spending the weekend in Leonard and Sheldon's apartment. Now Howard was eyeing the women around him like a kid in a candy store.
"Oooh yeah," he said as his eyes settled on a tall, statuesque blonde near them. "Rule Britannia indeed."
"Come on, Howard, can't you keep it in your pants for once?" Raj said with a sigh.
"At least I can talk to women without the aid of alcohol," Howard retorted.
"At least I'm not a man whore who dreams of bedding every woman in the world," Raj shot back.
"Guys, please," Leonard said, "will you shut up? I'm tired of hearing this same argument over and over. We're in London so let's try to enjoy ourselves,
FlyingWarnings: None.Flying2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sewers are small and dark, the scent so foul that he often wonders if it ruined their sense of smell.
The only tunnels that have lights are the ones they can't use.
So they always kept to the shadows, their training taking them over varied enviroment, but never was it anything but tight tunnels that required more sneaking than leaping.
Which is why he loves the topside.
Leaping from roof to roof is like flying.
There is space. There are no walls nor sewer roofs to consider as they leap, doing backflips and improvised acrobatics. The city lights only barely reach them, but it's enough. It's more light than they are used to outside their home, and he treasures it.
He knows that they do too.
Perhaps not Leo; he has always been more cautious, prefering the shadows. And even though he leaps with them, laughing and tackling and playing, he stays lower, closer. Lower to the roof, closer to the shadows, closer to them.
But Donatello know
HA - TryingHA - Trying6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Helga G. Pataki is late.
These days everything seems to be slipping away from her. Shes only twenty-five and she already feels like the world is passing her by. If someone had told her even just three years ago that shed still be living in dreary Hillwood working the same waitress gig and living paycheck to paycheck at this point in her life, she would have punched them in the face. No questions asked.
She pours herself a cup of coffee (real coffee - no ice cubes, because she is not her mother) and runs a hand through her tangled mess of blonde hair. Shes been growing it out again, she thinks. It seems that way at least. She cropped it real short back in the eighth grade - rocked a Mohawk for a little bit in ninth and then kept it at a manageable length, resting on her shoulders, for the rest of her high school career.
Helga isnt sure why she is thinking about hair.
The GardenMoonlight swept across the garden that night, the heavenly satellite bright and full in the sky as it generously graced the earth with its glow. All forms of life slept peacefully under the comfort of their celestial blanket, no cry or call of the night to disturb one's ears in the unearthly garden. Just the still silence of the cool night to entertain any wandering soul that chanced upon it's hidden wonder. Light danced upon each leaf and petal, every inch of vegetation shimmering with a silver sheen as the whole garden becoming an organic mirror of supernatural light.The Garden4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A single figure clad in nothing more than a loose, oversized white shirt and pants stood in the midst of the garden of light, staring into the sky in quiet wonder, up at the vast void awake and vibrant with the light of all of God's creation.
The man inhaled a deep, fulfilling breath of the electric-charged air, sending every nerve of his body awake and tingling with bursts of energy. It was alive; to inhale was to brea
Hellsing: The Retarded Episodes -Integra's RapSir Integra sighed for the hundredth time that day as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She glare at the camera as it blurred in and out, trying to focus on the Hellsing leader.Hellsing: The Retarded Episodes -Integra's Rap3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Must I do this?" she asked, clearly annoyed. "I mean, is this really mandatory?"
Alucard grinned from where he was standing behind the camera with the rest of the Hellsing crew. "Come now Master, it can't be that bad," then his eyes glinted with a dark intent, "Not to mention we're going against those Iscariot assholes!"
She glared at him at the corner of her eye, something that would most likely turn anyone to ice. She didn't seem convinced.
"You'll get to beat Maxwell's little holy ass..." he sang.
At that she seemed pleased and smiled herself. "Very well, but we better win this."
She lifted the mic up to her lips and opened her mouth as a beat began.
"People of the world listen to the words I got to say, 'cause I got some things that I have today. I ain't got time for some intro shit, so
L'ultimo MiracoloL'ultimo Miracolo3 years ago in Drama More Like This
ÿþcontiene spoilers per "Reichenbach Fall"-----chi non l'ha visto, potrebbe ritrovarsi confuso.
Pairing: Sherlock/John (BBC)
titolo: l'ultimo miracolo
John era tornato a vivere nel suo vecchio appartamento, lontano da Baker Street. E ogni notte, tornava ad essere tormentato dagli incubi. Ma non erano più relativi alla guerra in Afghanistan, no. Erano tutti legati a quel giorno maledetto. Quel giorno in cui tutta la sua vita si era dispersa in una polla di sangue sull'asfalto duro del marciapiede su cui si era schiantato Sherlock, buttandosi dal tetto del palazzo. Era scivolata via, colata nello scolo delle fognature. Non aveva potuto dirgli addio come si deve. Non aveva potuto dirgli che era il suo più grande amico. Aveva potuto sentire la sua voce vellutata un'ultima volta, e anche se non era vicino a lui, sapeva con certezza che stava piangendo. il primo vero pianto di Sherlock Holmes era stato anche l'ultimo.
Quel mattino, aveva deciso di andare nuovam
Still AliveThere would always be something comforting about the way a pub just enveloped you, like a warm, dark, slightly smelly cocoon of alcohol and company for any misery you've been harboring. John hadn't really been a pub goer, even before the war. In Afghanistan, a cold beer was a treasure, and as it often goes with treasures, very hard to come by, and very sought after.Still Alive3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After his term, when he had finally had those drinking buddies, the sacred position you entrust only to those you know will clean you up, take you home, and put the resulting lunacy on YouTube, the pub was still oddly foreign. If was like dipping a toe in water without knowing the temperature. The first centimeter was a shock, and then, the deeper you went, the more water that rose over goose-bumped skin, the warmer it became.
Pubs were like that for John. His first night out with the lads had been a shock. There was something sort of resembling Karaoke, cheap beer, and a hangover the next morning that put IEDs to shame. Th
JC week, day 1 - First meetingNine-year-old Cindy Vortex was if not the most nice girl at the school, the smartest and most admired one. That day, she was happily talking with her best friend at the back of the classroom. Class was about to begin and the teacher was still absent. Suddenly, a low whisper could be heard all over the place, it seemed like every single little kid was talking with low voice.JC week, day 1 - First meeting4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Both girls stared at the door; a new kid was walking in, white sport shoes, short blue pants, a red-and-white striped shirt and an unusually big head. Of course, every single whisper was related to the boy's head and exaggerated funny hairdo, and Cindy wasn't the exception.
"He looks like a nerd." The blond girl said. "I mean, just look at him."
"Look at that!!" her friend said. Cindy turned around and saw the fat boy of the group talking to the new one. Also, the Ultra-lord obsessed one reached for them both with some eager screaming.
"Gosh", little Vortex exclaimed, "Even the nerds are talking to him already.
Stealing diaries 2A/N: I don't own Grojband but I do own the parody of Lord of the Rings in this fanfic.Stealing diaries 22 years ago in Humor More Like This
Kon and Corey got the key Corey got from Laney in case he left something out her house out and opened the door with a squeak. They both looked around the house for Laney's room and looked for half an hour before realizing her room was the pink room with the sparkles and junk. "I never expected for Laney to have such a...girly room. I seriously expected her to have red walls and boy-ish things. It looks like this could be the room of a 5 year old." whispered Corey while looking under her mattress for the diary.
Kon only responded with "Found it. Now to get out of here before this girly junk makes me want to barf."
They got out of her room and locked the front door and went to a tree next to Kon's house. Corey looked around and said "Alright open this song-writing genius!". Kon nodded and opened the book and read the first entry.
You are not
Diary - Chapter FiveDisclaimer: Ah dinnae own Hellsing.Diary - Chapter Five4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Entry Five: Fox in Socks and a Tea Party
Dearest Darling-est Diary,
Today was the most fantabulous day ever! I had a tea party with Seras Victoria, during which I wore a frilly pink dress and a bonnet. Also invited were Tigger, Dressy Bessie, and Snookums, the stuffed cat I've had since I was five. I wanted to invite my imaginary friend Scotty T. T., but sadly, he was otherwise engaged. We each had a cup of decaf Earl Grey, and Seras was kind enough to get out that lovely pink flower-print china that I've so had my eye on.
After that, I decided that I had been far too harsh on Anderson the other night, so I traveled to Rome and apologized. I was so overcome with grief at my own rude and uncouth behaviour that I threw myself at his feet and begged for mercy with tears streaming down my pitiful face. Father Anderson, in his most kind and forgiving spirit, spared me my wretched existence. I am overcome with gratitude, and I shall sing his praise
Hormonal Headaches JxC.2Heck Hath No WrathHormonal Headaches JxC.24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was angry.
Although, livid may be a more appropriate term for the moment. Yes, Cindy Vortex was livid, enraged, furious angered more, now than she had ever known herself to be in her eleven years of existence.
And Why?! All because of that know-it-all, that annoying competition, that fudge-headed, arrogant, giant-brained dork, known as Jimmy Neutron. He'd done it, he'd successfully managed to anger her beyond reason.
This exact anger, she'd taken out on her poor, unsuspecting, fudge-ripple soft-serve ... though ... it was it's own fault ... she theorized, How dare it have such an uncanny ... resemblance. To HIM!
"Uh? You okay, girl?!" came the nervous tone of her best friend, from across their shared booth at the Candy Bar.
The blonde merely growled in response.
"Uh ... Cin?" Libby spoke, "... If ya not too crazy 'bout the chocolate, you can always refund it for a pecan swirl?!" She gave a nervous laugh, as Cindy's dark gaze met with hers, and
Road Trip Chp 2Road Trip Chp 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have to WHAT?
"Great." Arnold thought to himself as he a snuggled up once more under the sheets, only getting a few moments of comfort from the extra warmth, only to have the sheet yanked from under his hands again. He sighed.
The two of them, Helga and Arnold, were laying under the sheets of the only bed in the hotel room, a double bed, since it was cheaper.
This situation had started when Gerald requested to be roomed with Phoebe. An understandable wish. It was also a huge no-no. The parents involved in OK'ing this trip had forbid it, very expressly. Arnold and Helga had been so thrown off by this that they had spent five minutes in vain trying to convince the pair otherwise, but Gerald wouldn't budge. It wasn't that their parents had said no, but it was because of who Arnold and Helga would end up with.
To their dismay, Phoebe, the intellectual and uncorrupted Phoebe Heyerdahl, wasn't exactly against the idea either. She had even whispered to Helga, loud
Nightly RitualsThe loud whirring of a hair dryer traveled all about the hotel room as Enrico performed his nightly rituals. Standing at the bathroom mirror he was finally getting his hair dry after the long time it took, and always took, to get it that way, and was performing the finishing touches when he heard the sounds of Anderson's heavy boots clop into the room.Nightly Rituals3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I assume you want to sleep with me tonight?" Enrico called out from the bathroom.
"Aye, Ah was aboot tae ask tha' as well." Anderson appeared in the bathroom doorway, completely taking up it's space as his shadow covered Enrico.
"Of course, I should known. I might as well stop buying suites with connecting rooms." Noticing the shadow, he looked up. "Must you stand so menacingly?"
"Whit? Ah'm joos' standin'."
"And blocking the doorway, excusi." Pushing Anderson out of the way he strode into the center of the room clad in only the towel around his waist. He walked over to his dresser and began to look through it, and sensing he was still
Sherlock- Burning BridgesWarning: Post Reinbach spoilersSherlock- Burning Bridges3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mycroft fiddled with the handle of his umbrella, twirling it under his long fingers. The metal tip worked as a pivot into the wood floor. Though calling the floor wood was like calling the crown jewels 'jewelry'. A special little place in an exotic rainforest had provided the floorboards beneath him.
He checked his pocketwatch. His guest was late. He knew for a fact that this particular person was never late. They were doing this purely to spite him, he was sure. Mycroft considered pulling out his phone to call Anthea, inquiring their subject's location, but then again they could arrive at any moment, and being on his phone would detract from the atmosphere he had built in the room. Lights dim, fireplace lit and casting jumpy orange shadows across the luxuries in the room, Mycroft in the perfect position, at an angle to the fireplace, facing away, so that his face was in half-shadow. The empty armchair across from him would give his visitor the opposite
Pink Ribbon - Ch. 10Hey Arnold: The Pink Ribbon that He UntiedPink Ribbon - Ch. 103 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 10: Angles
Counting the number of dates you've been on with one hand can be depressing if you get right down to it. Arnold mentally counted the meager number in his head again. It fluctuated wildly with his mood. Occasionally he counted his "almost dates" with Lila and other girls. He could almost approach six, but who was he kidding? When a date faltered almost as soon as it began, or the girl he was with clarified what he feared, that their date really wasn't, then it was almost like the girl had taken a hacksaw and chopped a finger off so he couldn't count it.
So what made Arnold at least a little giddy was the idea that Rhonda kept on using the word date in reference to their planned "nights out on the town." Two dates over the course of the week! In fact the word date seemed to be one of Rhonda's favorite words, especially if the sentence also contained his name along with the word "darling."
He found the idea of Rhonda having a c
XS ficXS fic2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The battle was reaching a critical end by the afternoon. Where there should have been sun light was veiled in black pillars of smoke as the fire taking the small village was spreading. Chase Young avoided the flames as he leapt over the roofs one by one, making a quick escape and leaving the monks in the smoke. For as rare the occasion was, he was injured, and he had lost interest in the battle a while ago.
The shen gong wu they fought after lost in the rubble, and the monks thoroughly peeved. Not because they lost the shen gong wu, but because Chase had the gall to burn down a village in order to merely stall. Chase had no qualms however. Evil, remember? Honorable. Respectable at times; but still evil.
He leapt into the outskirts of the town, and into what had seemed to be a private garden of sorts. Safe from the fire and any pursuit, Chase allowed himself to rest inside a small pavilion. He clutched his side where his injury was. Just a burn that managed to go through his armor. Toho
What Dreams Have Come, Part 1The evening was winding down in the Bull and Flagon Pub near the central Quad district of Corvis. Most of the city's residents had left the pub for the night, leaving only the guests of the inn upstairs. The stout woman behind the bar gave him a warmer than professional smile. "Care for another round, Master Caz?"What Dreams Have Come, Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The tavern mirror behind her reflected a slim, well-dressed man in his early forties sitting relaxed in a corner chair. He glanced at the half-empty tankard of ale on the table, then back at the bartender. His blue-grey eyes crinkled slightly at the edges as he grinned. "No, Tess. I think I am done for the night." He ran a hand through chestnut hair, left long in the fashion of the day. The ends were still damp from a recent bath, so it was left loose to dry instead of tied back with its customary silk cord. The faintest hint of silver glinted at his temples. "In fact, all I can think about now is that nice, soft bed upstairs."
At the end of his latest hunting trip, flushing
Stealing Diaries 3A/N: I only own the cheap parody of Madison Square Garden and the Beatles. I do not own Grojband!Stealing Diaries 32 years ago in Humor More Like This
Laney called the others to tell them she couldn't go to practice today since her mom was forcing her to clean the house after her search for her diary. But it seemed very odd that they all had to do things too like Corey said he was too tired to do anything which doesn't sound like him since he is always a ball of energy. And the Kuijra's had to fix a book Kon broke. After spending all afternoon fixing and cleaning her house, she was beat and so went into her room. She never showed her fellow band-mates her room since they might think she is too girly but really her mom never bothered to repaint it after painting it bright pink when Laney was obsessed with Maggie the Princess. Laney had spray painted one of the walls of her room blue since the color made her want to puke but her mom put more paint over the wall saying it looked bad.
Sherlock- BelieveCONTAINS POST-REINBACH SPOILERSSherlock- Believe3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What was he doing here?
The grafiti'd skatepark was buzzing with the rebellious youth of London. Hair filled with gel and hairspray and even a few individuals with feathers was dyed all colors imaginable, and a few others that even John Watson had no name for. Clothes were ripped in all the wrong places for any hope of practicality, and a few men had their pants slung so low that the doctor had no idea how they managed to walk.
The army doctor shifted from one leg to the other, before quickly shifting back at the shot of pain up his right leg at the application of pressure. Damn limp. Damn leg. Damn just damn. What was he doing here? It was stupid. He was stupid.
Ten seconds. That's all he was getting to show up. Ten seconds and then John was leaving. He didn't have time for this. At this very moment he could be curled up in the corner of a dark hotel room pretending to be dead. Maybe if he pretended long enough it would happen. A man could only ho
Proof of PurchaseMost of the class didn't show up at Mr. Simmons' audition for the local production of "The Bald and the Beautiful." Then again, he hadn't expected any of his students too because it was being held way downtown, right after school. He had actually taken the afternoon off himself to be there.Proof of Purchase6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So when he was called to the stage and saw two of his star pupils, Arnold and Helga, sitting separately in the back of the theater, his heart swelled with joy. Their presence gave him so much energy and grace that he danced like a butterfly and sang like an angel and he got the part. Afterwards, he ran out and thanked them profusely for coming to support him. Arnold said it was the least he could do; Helga said she was disappointed because she only came to see him make an utter fool of himself.
Mr. Simmons didn't notice anything unusual about her behavior, but Arnold had thought she looked sad. Though he'd still caught her glancing at him once in a while, she'd only look away when he noticed
Promises It was a rather overcast day in Rome; the air was heavy with pre-rain humidity, and gray clouds were beginning to gather over the horizon, heralding an impending storm. All in all, not a very good day to go to the zoo. Nevertheless, Alexander Anderson had promised the children of Ferdinant Lukes that he would take them on this excursion on this exact date, and he intended to do so... preferably before it started pouring. The priest held a hand to his forehead and scanned the skies anxiously, hoping for a sign that the weather would improve. Finding none, he put his hand down and sighed. He'd just have to pray for sunshine and hope God's agenda matched up with his. The children didn't get to go on these types of trips often, and he was sure they'd all have fun... well, most of them, at any rate. Actually, he was certain that approximately 99 percent of them would have the time of their young lives, except, perhaps, for Enrico.Promises4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Breakfast in Bed"So, let me get this straight. This-" Maxwell pointed to the tray on his lap. "is why you wanted me to stay over here last night?"Breakfast in Bed5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aye." Anderson said a-matter-of-factly, nodding once.
"Huh." Maxwell looked back down at the tray, cocking an eyebrow. "There's, an awful lot of food here."
"Yeh dinnae have tae eat all o' et if yeh can't, Ah joost got over-zealous Ah guess." Anderson laughed nervously, still standing next to where Maxwell was sitting up in bed, baffled at the large spread of breakfast foods in front of him.
"I just, ah, don't get why you did all this." Maxwell said waving a hand over the tray and rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"O, et wis an idea Ah've been thinking aboot fer ae while. And Ah have better access tae ae kitchen ere' at the orphanage, sae..." Anderson grinned with a blush on his face.
"Was bursting in here at some unholy hour and waking me up by dropping a heavy object on me part of your idea?" Maxwell said sarcastically, taking a sip at one of the multiple cups o
The First Date - Ch. 3 - Pre-Movie ShortEileen was glad of the sound of the traffic. It meant that Rigby's silence was significantly less awkward than it might have been. The movie, too, would offer them both a chance to regroup.The First Date - Ch. 3 - Pre-Movie Short2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The restaurant hadn't been a disaster, she thought, but Rigby's trudge seemed to tell another story from his perspective. If he'd had a collar on, it would have been turned up. Eyes down, one foot in front of the other, he kept pace but otherwise seemed to be somewhere else.
Eileen inhaled deeply, with just the slightest quaver in her breath, and looked around. The city wasn't unattractive, the sidewalks and storefronts hit by the defiant rays of an autumn sunset. Leaves blew around their feet, cars honked, life just sort of happened. It wasn't much, but it was her home.
She caught a reflection in a store window and gave herself a little nod of acknowledgement, her pearl necklace catching the last of the sun. She didn't have hang-ups about her appearance - she'd made her peace with not being tall, b