Big Bang Theory Weight GainThe whole group was at Sheldon and Leonard's apartment when Penny had great news. "Guys, I finally got a role! I think its for a commercial and its tomorrow! I'm so excited Penny." Leonard, who seemed uninterested, clapped his hands and then started talking to Sheldon and Howard about science . "Hey Penny I'm going to the comic store with the guys. Do you want to finish my sesame chicken?" "Sure why not." Penny said looking sad, but Leonard didn't notice.Big Bang Theory Weight Gain7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Bernadette, do you know what I noticed?" "What?" "Our husbands seem really uninterested in us. When's the last time you and Howard actually had sex." "About a year ago. Howie's been really busy in his work lately." "You know what? To make them more interested in us, we should gain some weight." "Penny, I don't think thats the greatest idea. I worked really hard to maintain my figure, especially with Howie's 400 pound mom in the picture." "Come on Bernadette, whats the harm." "We'll gain only 25 pounds, maybe a tiny bit more." "Hopefu
Paper inked with loveI used to write so many thingsPaper inked with love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be
And then you trapped me
The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor
On the purest heart
To lie about
I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost
I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go
They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash
Herostuck-A Homestuck AnalysisThe hero's quest archetype, as laid out by Joseph Campbell in his book The Hero with a Thousand Faces, is a structure which can be applied to literature. The structure is a common model for much of literature and mythology, continuing in popular usage even today, with some of the greatest modern epics of following the formula. One such modern epic, Andrew Hussie's webcomic, Homestuck, contains multiple iterations of this archetype, as its primary function is as a mythology-building entity.Herostuck-A Homestuck Analysis4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Joseph Campbell would be best classified as a psychoanalyst, not a structuralist. His work followed that of Carl Jung, a successor to Freud. Jung first developed the concept of the archetype based on his theories about the collective unconscious, a region of the mind where "each of us has his private, unrecognized, rudimentary, yet secretly potent, pantheon of dream" (Campbell). This unconscious contains elements of myth common to a
I am INFP --REWRITTEN--I am INFPI am INFP --REWRITTEN--6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a woman walking down the street,
Heading down the path at my back,
Her boots marching a dirge against cold concrete.
The Sky overhead was grey, and the Sun, the lofty Sun,
Played its cruelly one-sided game of hide and seek
Behind the thick curtain of clouds above.
Her shoulders were hunched, her head down,
Dark wind-breaker and brown hair fluttering 'gainst
The bitter wind clothed in Winter's dark cologne.
She was much older than me; weathered, worn, like old leather.
She looked up, then, and I offered a smile
I met her eyes, she avoided mine,
And in that moment, I knew her,
And I thought to myself:
What do you see when you look at me?
I don't think you see everything I see,
- Though I know you very well.
Finally, you meet my eyes, just as we are parallel.
You look at me, and I look into you,
And I see layers and shades, nooks and crannies, and secret places,
Where colours are bright, and nothing is tainted, and no one ever cries;
ArtArt.Art3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.
His name was money...His name was Money..His name was money...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I met this guy
His name was
Born in hell
Lives all over the world
Bringer of false hope & happiness
Enjoys watching others struggle
Makes the rich, richer
And the poor, poorer
Work hard for me he says
And I will give you want you want
But, of course
It comes with a price
Will you sell your soul to me?
Spend me on things that aren't needed
Flaunt me in the face of those who are
Starving, in pain, suffering, and debt
Build me nations; help me take over the world?
Kill for me
Steal for me
Lie for me
Help me to make people think they need me
To live and to be happy?
Help me break up families
Help me to break hearts
Help me to cause grief
Help me to cause wars
Help me to make them believe?
I am life insurance
You need me, you know
I am the only way you can survive on this earth
I was almost sold on his plan until he said on "this earth"
I then had a flashback of a Bible verse which was also a warning.
"For the lo
12 days of Chuck NorrisOn the first day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-only one second to flee.12 days of Chuck Norris8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the second day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the third day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the fourth day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-four fractured digits,three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the fifth day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-FIVE ROUNDHOUSE KICKS!,four fractured digits,three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the sixth day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-six ribs cracked by-FIVE ROUNDHOUSE KICKS!,four fractured digits,three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the seventh day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-seven discs a-slipping,six ribs cracked by-FIVE ROUNDHOUSE KICKS!,four fractured digits,three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
Gajeel x Levy Oneshot - Iron BirthdayGajeel x Levy Oneshot - Iron Birthday4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Soon." Levy said to herself as she put on her dress. Today was her boyfriend's birthday and she was taking him to dinner. Even though he didn't like eating normal food, she would give him a wonderful dessert. She brushed her hair and kept it down, not using a bandanna to keep her bangs back. They did not obscure her eyes and it made her look cute. She gazed at her appearance in the mirror. Her dress was a beautiful shade of orange, the color that looked best on her. She smiled and put on a light lip gloss, giving her lips a nice sheen. Levy looked to the clock on her bedside table. It was sitting atop a bunch of books, not unusual for Fairy Tail's local bookworm. It was quarter of seven. Their dinner reservations were at seven-o-clock, so it was time to head out. She took hold of her purse and left, a small spring in her step. She completely forgot her coat, which was laid out on her bed.
The two of them had agreed to arriving at the restaurant separately. Levy stood outside t
Sprinting Towards DemiseSprinting Towards Demise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
Lullaby for the godsPlease read description!Lullaby for the gods1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The game is over. Bec Noir is dead, Lord English is nonexistant, the Human and Troll race are safe and can meet through a portal Equius, Dirk and Horuss made.
Jadesprite are no longer grimdark, Everyone is alive and well.
Their hearts content that they had survived and saved their own kind had sunk in and they all get ready to go to bed. With the music boxes that they had recieved from their servers and games, they continue to do their nighttime rituals.
Dave with Davesprite and his sick beats,
John with Nannasprite and Dad's presents,
Jadesprite with Jade's memorials,
And Rose with her books and Mom.
After all the trolls and kids did what they did before bedtime, John was the first to activate the music box. He opened the gold-laced mahogany lid, revealing Skaia with Prospit and Derse orbiting it.
The other players' boxes activated as well, slowly lulling them to sleep. All of them, Even Sollux and Mituna would sleep well and maybe even m
Frozen Crystal HymnSearching for every lonely existenceFrozen Crystal Hymn3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With dire heaven so worthy to hold on to
Why am I always being taken away
From love that Earth gives me
Crystal stargazing in the snow
My place between every tale and journey
Purity's everlasting seducing masquerade
As I feel her nakedness kiss me in my sleep
Hoping, hoping for life to become real again
Wishing to dare to be in her frozen ecstasy
Longing, longing to touch winter's crystal kiss again
Before the ocean melts in the heart
Standing forsaken every moment
With silence mercilessly merciful
What's there to remain what life left for me
Finding what's left of loving
Crystal stargazing from the sea
My place between every story and voyage
The evening's never-ending nightmare
As I wish for my soul to be baptized by the snow once more
Hoping, hoping for life to become real again
Wishing to dare to be in her frozen ecstasy
Longing, longing to touch winter's crystal kiss again
Before the ocean melts in the heart
Hoping, hoping for life to become rea
ComfortComfort4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly looked from the door to her kitchen at the man who was clearly too tall for his chair. She was used to being ignored by him in the lab, not talking to her or even looking as she would hand him what ever tool he asked for. But that was usually in front of a microscope, and this This was after an impossible situation. One that she herself would not be able to get through on her own.
Sherlock seemed determined to be alone.
Leaving John would possibly be the hardest thing Sherlock would ever have to do in his life. Knowing that John would have to go through every day believing his best friend had killed himself right in front of him made Molly want to shove Sherlock out the door and straight back to Baker Street. It was hard to look at him. Just sitting there. Like nothing mattered. Not anymore.
His voice surprised her. It was oddly calm and emotionless. Not that Sherlock talk with emotion before, but this was just Empty.
"I'm sorry," Molly said, walking
Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 3)Rachel lounged lazily in bed, knowing that Linda and Tom were home. She was hoping to avoid talking to Linda, so she laid quietly under her covers, listening for the front door to open, or the shower to turn on, so she could sneak out and grab some food (assuming Linda had made some; since she had eaten everything there was to eat over the weekend).Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 3)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finally, she heard footsteps. Waiting for the sound of the shower turning on, Rachel jumped violently when there was a soft, yet unexpected, knock on her door. Unsure of what to do, Rachel simply waited. The knock was repeated, along with Linda's voice, asking "Rachel? Are you up? Do you mind if I come in?"
Rachel froze. On one hand, she was legitimately concerned that if she kept snubbing Linda, Linda might quit cooking for her. On the OTHER hand, this was the woman who now was married to her father. She scowled, before begrudgingly saying "S
April and Donnie Hangout (Supposedly)Summary: April and Donatello have a change of plans and decide not to hang out that evening. Mikey is not having it. A Donnie/April one-shot. Based off of the 2012 teenage mutant ninja turtles.April and Donnie Hangout (Supposedly)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rated: PG-13 for stuff
“Well….looks like Murakami’s noodle shop isn’t open today. So much for hanging out,” April told a slightly disappointed Donatello while they both were in the lair that evening. The human and mutant turtle had both planned on hanging out just the two of them for once, without anyone else. Earlier that day, Donnie and April had planned on heading over to Murakami’s noodle shop and just eat there.
The redhead and the turtle slumped against the living room couch side-by-side deep in thought about what they were going to do now. The two of them thought they were alone in the living room. Little did they know, the youngest brother had heard April give out the disappointing news.
Michelangelo popped up from behind the couch startling both Do
TMNT-Cliche“Are we there yet?”TMNT-Cliche3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“Love you too.”
Donatello led April O’Neil through the cold autumn night, the icy air brushing against their skin. He had set up for this moment for over a month, and nothing was going to ruin it. Not his brothers, not Splinter, not the Purple Dragons, Foot Clan, and most importantly, not the Shredder. This night belonged to Donatello and Donatello alone.
He stopped leading the red head girl and April struggled to peek through Donatello’s hands. The mutant felt himself grin, proud at how smooth everything was going for him.
“Can I open my eyes NOW?”
Donatello dropped his hands and April gasped. He had found a place in the local dump to set down a blanket and picnic. He had rewired an old T.V and DVD player and searched for a good movie the two of them could watch. It wasn’t the most romantic s
Mask of the Red Hood - Chapter 2: MemoriesMask of the Red Hood - Chapter 2: Memories2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Batman Beyond - Mask of the Red Hood
Chapter 2: Memories
“With the recent death of gangster and known counterfeiter, Chuckie Sol, Neo Gotham’s own City Councilman, Arthur Wolper, held a special, late night conference on the matter, including eye witness accounts that Batman was involved in the murder of Chuckie Sol,” said Jackie Walker of GCN, Gotham City News. Maxine "Max" Gibson had turned on the TV when Terry, aka Batman, and Sarah Grayson, a young, red haired woman, daughter of Captain Barbara Grayson, and the current Batgirl, returned to the Batcave. “We take you live to the conference.”
Arthur Wolper, was a man in his mid 40s, with a salt and pepper mustache and hair to match. He was well dressed and had a pin on his breast pocket. The pin had the symbol of the Batman with a red cross going right through it. Also at the conference was Captain Barbara Grayson, Gotham’s DA Dick Grayson, Barbara’s husband and formerly known as Nig
TMNT-RingTMNT-Ring3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Donatello darted from building to building, not letting the shadow below in the alleyways escape from his view. It was only ten minutes ago that Donatello had heard an alarm go off from a nearby building. A man had ran out with a bag of stolen goods and the mutant knew he couldn’t just let that go.
The ninja knew when he got home he’d probably get an ear full from his brothers and rat father, but he couldn’t just let this man get away with burglary. Not on his watch. Donatello flew from the top of the building he was on and landed gracefully in front of the burglar. The man gasped and turn to escape, but Donatello was faster.
In one swift move, the mutant swung his bo staff around and knocked the man clean off his feet. Upon hitting the ground, the mutant could tell the man had been knocked out cold. But to be sure, Donatello poked him with the tip of his staff.
“Serves ya right.” Donatello could hear sirens nearby and he turned to leave. He stopped, curio
Fever~It would take some time for April to get used to having mutant ninja turtles as her best friends.~Fever3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had been a week since she met the Turtles.
The Teenage Mutant FREAKING Ninja Turtles.
April had seen their secret sewer lair, met the giant Japanese rat named Splinter, witnessed their kick-butt ninja skills, and all in one grand evening. Understandably, her mind was still reeling.
But the teen was nothing if not resilient, and took these develops in stride. Meaning, she screamed her head off for the first five minutes. Of course she eventually calmed down, learned the Turtles origins and over the week got to know themrealizing, belatedly, that they were nothing more than normal teenagers; inhumanness and ninja skills aside.
But the constant realization "Oh my freaking God, I met mutant ninja turtles" was a steady mantra through her conscious for the duration of her school week. April had moved through the halls like a zombie, imagining every single morning that the entire T
A tale of Robin He had always lived in the knight's shadow. But, who could blame him. The very reason behind his being was that he was a shadow, which encompassed all and cast a shadow over everything below. But still, he wondered. His master used fear as his ultimate weapon, and appropriately, his symbol was a creature of the night; the very amplifier of fear, the substance of nightmares, the mask which hides the monsters that prowl through this sinful city. But, his student's symbol was one that summoned neither fear nor respect from his enemies or his allies. A helper at best, a source of cruel laughter at worst. No matter how much one tries to run, no matter how swift they think they are, they can never escape their shadow...A tale of Robin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But he couldn't live like this any longer. He would have to sacrifice his youthful joy and innocence for maturity and bitterness in order to live. He would still swing through the air like an acrobat, but he would do it as a crea
Disney Princess TG- Snow WhiteShaun was in his room watching TV while lying down on his bed late at night. His bare feet swung back and forth and his boxers whipped slightly in fanned breeze. His short black hair clung to his pillow as his aqua eyes stared blankly at the screen. As his continued to gaze at the screen, something was dropped onto his chest. He quickly sat up and clenched his stomach in pain and picked up the object that had hit him. After a quick examination, it turned out to be a bright red apple. He held it in his hands, wondering where it came from when a bright light engulfed him. When the blinding light diminished, he found himself standing in a flower garden in the backyard of a grand palace. He stood there, puzzled by what had just happened when he began to change.Disney Princess TG- Snow White2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His body began to tingle as his legs slimmed and lost muscle mass. He felt a sucking sensation as his penis and testicles folded into his body, leaving a feminine slit. HER hips widened and her belly was sucked in slightly, shreddin
Classified:S.S.D. Chapter 1: ChoicesClassified: Sera's Secret Diary: Chapter 1: ChoicesClassified:S.S.D. Chapter 1: Choices4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Integra smirked as she saw all her pathetic man quivering at her glare. "Alright then. Let's begin."
"Chapter 1: Choices
I still can't believe that I, Seras Victoria, am a vampire. I get the willies just thinking about how I am pretty much an animated walking corpse.
The worst part is that I have no one to blame but myself for this. I made the choice. That's right. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.
So what lead up to my bloody (no pun intended) fate. Well, we have to go about a week before I met my master."
Alucard snickered. "So sad, the police girl doesn't want to skip straight to the good part but I guess she's just saving the best part for last.
"Best Part?" Pip asked as he scratched his head.
Walter fixed his monocle as he replied. " He's referring to her death."
"Oh " Pip stated for a second until he suddenly grew angry. "OYE! HOW IN THE HELL IS THAT THE GOOD PART?"
"You see my perverted freckled Frenchman,
Blood in the Water, Earth, Fire and Air- PrologueBlood in the Water, Earth, Fire and Air- Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blood in the Water, Earth, Fire and Air
Eve of the Equalists' Conquest
The Equalists have taken over the city. The Avatar has been sent into retreat, the benders have been captured or remained in hiding. The city, the entire world was now in the palm of his hand. That's what Amon firmly believed as he stood silently in the shadows, looking on as his followers continued to enforce his rule of equality upon the city and all who dwelled within its walls.
Unknown to Amon, he wasn't alone. There was someone watching him. A being of pure madness and chaos incarnate. One who had a plan. A plan that involved the Avatar herself. And he would set his sinister plans in motion... but not just yet.
"I will bring true balance and equality to this world.", Amon uttered to himself, only to receive an unexpected response