The Jimmy and Cindy manifestoThe Jimmy and Cindy manifesto3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Shipping Manifesto/Character Analysis- Jimmy Neutron and Cindy Vortex
Magnets- how do they work?
We'll start by analyzing each character individually and then their relationship as a whole, particularly contrasting it with Jimmy/Betty. (For the sake of argument, all non-canon pairings will be ignored). On that note, the Jimmy/Timmy Power Hours are /not /canon and will also be ignored.
Another note- an in-depth analysis of every single episode is beyond the scope of this piece and frankly, would be enough to drive a person mad. I assume you've seen the show. You're more than capable of filling in any blanks.
"James. James Neutron."
"Really? You look like more of a Jimmy to me."- Jimmy Neutron and Jet
Fusion, "Operation: Jet Fusion"
Boy genius, with an IQ of 210(a href= "http://www.tvrage.com/Jimmy_Neutron-Boy_Genius" ). Until his move to Retroville prior to Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (the movie), Cindy Vortex was the smartest girl in town. Yet an offhand
Arnold's Leg 1How did this happen? It all started on a very ordinary day...Arnold's Leg 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"All right then, football head! All yours." Helga said in pleasant way as she moved aside from the water fountain.
"Thanks Helga." Arnold then gave her a knowing look before he bent down to take a drink. He knew Helga was going to splash it in his face.
But she didn't. Instead, she stood by and watched him with an adoring smile when he wasn't looking. When he turned to her, she immediately looked away. He looked at her for a moment, as if studying her, wondering what she was thinking about.
"What, you going to just stand there all day? Move it, football head!" Helga then said, shoving him ahead.
But she didn't see that the janitor had accidentally knocked over a bucket of soapy water, which had stopped at Arnold's feet. So when she pushed him, he ended up sliding backwards across the floor.
"WHOA!!" He cried, trying to grab onto something to steady himself.
"ARNOLD!!" Helga screamed in terror, forgetting all about hiding her
The Lady and the Warrior- Chapter 1The Lady and the Warrior- Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You don't know…You can't understand. …They beguile me with fantastical visions. In my dream, I'm at Mount Vernon during the war." unsettled Washington got up to his feet. "In fact, in the dream, there is no war; I stay with Martha, tending to my fields. Peaceful and content."
"It sounds like a paradise". Connor averted, disbelieving that a man like him, could be disturbed by dreams, and not understanding what would be so worrying in a dream, where there is peace.
"No they don't stop there." Washington continued. "The peace of the visions pushes me to-" he stopped to gather his thoughts. "The dreams become unspeakable. You are in them, Connor. I believe the visions come from this." He took out a round object from his pocket. Connor got up to his feet as soon as soon as he saw it.
"Where did you get this?" a woman's resolute voice coming from the dark forest reached men's ears .
Aveline neared to them, her dark, almost black eyes on the cause of Washington's worri
Connor Kenway X Reader -Maturing-Notes:Connor Kenway X Reader -Maturing-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Hi again my lovelies~ this idea came to me today as I was beginning to notice something in the cutscenes: Connor's pants looked WAY too small! Not that I don't mind the view of his junk *shot* but they look super tight! D: look it up yourselves if you don't believe me! Just do it: google Connor's crotch xD
*Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed III, the characters, or the reader! All rights belong to Ubisoft!*
"I believe this is a clue to where the deer may have gone." Once again, you found yourself looking for a frightened Mule Deer that had run of somewhere, leaving you and your partner with little clues to follow.
It seemed like just yesterday that you had met the prodigy Connor Kenway during your adventures in the cobblestone streets of Boston as a child, Connor being slightly older at the time. You remembered how his wide, chocolate eyes soaked up the city like an absorbent sponge, his very peculiar attire catching the eye of everyone else. Once you saw his o
Writing Tutorial: CharactersCharacterizationWriting Tutorial: Characters6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Imagine an item, for this demonstration I will be using a knife. A common tool, now, picture that knife.
When you think of it, think of all of its details, every last one. How old is it? Who has used it? Why was it purchased? What has it been through?
Is the blade smooth and pristine, or well used? Is the handle wood, plastic or metal? Is it rusty and old, well taken care of, old and unused or new and fancy? Think of everything, its past, its job, its holder, everything and more. That is what every character should have, and if you so desire, relate them to an item.
Even within that simple category of item, knives, you could create so many different characters.
A rugged knife, old, well used and well kept. The blade, slowly, growing smaller and smaller from years of cutting and sharpening on an equally well used whetstone.
A clean kitchen knife; sharpened hourly to keep a pristine edge, slicing quickly through vegetables and meats to prepa
JimmyXCindy week: CareerCindy sat in her college class. She was going to school to be a lawyer, and the university of Retroville had a fantastic law program. Her teacher wasn't in today, so someone else stood at the front of the class. She was having trouble following today. He wasn't the best teacher of law, and he was kind of cute, so she really wasn't paying attention.JimmyXCindy week: Career4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"A-Alright class, good lesson today. Now uh, class dismissed." The professor said. Cindy gathered her things and went up to the desk.
"Ok, you should not make teaching your career." She said.
"I know! They needed a quick sub today, I didn't have a class. So, quiet you." He said, erasing the chalk board.
"I'm teasing you Jimmy." Cindy chuckled at his reaction.
"I know that too." He sighed.
"Oh you act like you know everything." Cindy said.
"I do know everything." He said, turning to her.
"Yeah, yeah. You just think your so smart, and cute, and sexy." She said.
"You think I'm sexy?" Jimmy asked.
"No, I think you think you're sexy." She said de
The Vasquez EffectTimmy Turner tapped his foot impatiently. The teenager was standing in his room with an annoyed look on his face. Downstairs the sound of music and laughter and a general good time could be heard.The Vasquez Effect8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
However, the boy was still in his room and not joining the party downstairs. Why? Because he was looking to see if there where any more guests that could arrive. His room was filled with presents he had received. The walls had all sorts of posters of comic book heroes even one or two anime posters and various high school-rock bands. By his bed he had a fishbowl but with no fish inside.
The boy was wearing a pair of new looking trainers, baggy blues jeans, a pink t-shirt over a white-sleeved top and a pink baseball hat. He also had a watch on his right wrist which had a pink strap and a blue face. The boy had bright blue eyes and a pair of noticeably large buck teeth. He was slim and about average height for his age, but considering today was his birthday; you could call him short for his age.
a letter for a charity case.dear old friend,a letter for a charity case.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I wrote you a letter and I decided to give it to you tomorrow.
but sometimes tomorrow is too far away.
I want to apologize for everything I've said and everything I'm about to say. I know that you will hate me once you know I know that you're going to run away and stay far away from me and I think I'm alright with that, seeing as I'm already half way there. so I'm now inhaling and exhaling as jaggedly as possible because I'm afraid my stomach might explode from the butterflies that are trying to escape their fragile crystal cage.
I want you to know everything I've ever felt ever since I met you. I think that it's the right thing to do.
I hung out with you for the very first time when we skipped class and you threw me in the snow bank in the parking lot. I felt something I hadn't felt in a while;
I felt like I liked you, and for some dumb reason I felt like you liked me, too.
when we played our first game of twenty questions and you got sad when I left I couldn't
let the butterflies go freethe stars are gone tonight,let the butterflies go free5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we are masked by pollution.
blinded from beauty, we watch
and wait for our breath to seize
and clutch in our throats, but we
can't even gasp in surprise.
remember when we thought we
could catch the stars within our fingers,
make our wishes, and set them free?
there was only one problem with that thought.
(stars aren't butterflies, sweetheart.)
and the wishes that we make come with a price.
can't things go back to the simple times of
linked pinky swears and scout's honor?
when did we get embraced by lies,
and when did the stars start falling in the first place?
was it because we gave up our innocence, or did
innocence give up on us too?
we can't go back to when the stars lit our way,
and we can't let the stars fall down.
so do we stand and wait for the pain to take
hold and strangle us into the silence we were in?
(i think it's time for us to stop controlling fate,
honey. maybe we should let the butterflies go free.)
Just Another AliceI find humanity beautiful in everyone except myself.Just Another Alice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a nurse, I see the sores of the wounded
infested with maggots painted to look like little pocket watches.
Yet I fail to heal my own deep holes.
Deeper than skin or soul,
they reach from mind to womb
will I ever be whole?
Sometimes I ask myself if I belong here.
In this house, in this town,
even this planet; and no one has given an answer.
I cannot remember when I did not quiver
from the harsh frost of reality,
where is the warmth I need?
In my veins it runs thicker than blood.
Ink the color of clear skies tattoos my skin with leopard's spots,
black stains the soles of my hands and feet,
and liquid rouge leaks from my lips and breasts.
They say I'm beautiful,
the most marvelous beast of the concrete jungle,
but do they not see the ink?
I'm a soldier that bleeds without a physical wound.
I can't move, I can't speak and barely breathe.
I was fighting without a weapon
Hey Arnold TJM: Chap 7Hey Arnold! The Jungle MovieHey Arnold TJM: Chap 74 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chapter 7 - Slaves, Arguments and A Mission Accomplished
A few miles further on, Harold, Stinky and Sid were getting tired and thirsty.
"Man I should go now for a Yahoo soda right now." said Sid.
"Fellars!" burst out Stinky, "Look!" there standing in front of them was a volcano, this was La Sombra hideout, but they didn't know.
"Come there could be food there!" said Harold excitedly.
"And some yahoo soda!" said Sid.
"Well what are we waiting for, let's get going!" said Stinky and the three of them rushed away!
As they climbed to the concourse of La Sombra's hideout, one of the guards saw them.
"Enemy approach!" he shouted and all of La Sombra's men huddled around the three worried looking boys. Harold hold onto his Wally tightly. "Well guys looks that this is the end." shivered Stinky. Then La Sombra came up.
"More gringo spies!" he shivered, "They must have come to free those other ones. Lock them in with the others!" and so the men did.
"Is there any food
ChildhoodChildhoodChildhood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun shines high in the sky.
All day long playing under the warm and smiling sun.
Night falls and the moon shines.
All night play under the stars and dream big.
Go out with friends all day long.
Ride a bike, play football, enjoy the simple life.
All day smiling and laughing, no worries no borders.
Life is simple and magical.
Being young means to have fun.
To play with friends and be free.
Never worrying about the future.
Life is just a joyful game.
Go to the lake and swim and have a good fun with friends.
When the night falls play hide and seek and dream big.
Enjoy the little things in life and never look forward.
On the street all day and all night with good friends.
Go out with your dog and have some fun.
Roll around the grass with it, laugh and bee free.
Kiss your dog on the head and hug him.
Eyes start to cry of joy and soak the fur of the dog.
Calmly he licks the tears away and gives you happiness.
Enjoy every moment with friends, family and pets.
All the little momen
A Kaleidoscope of HeartsDear you,A Kaleidoscope of Hearts3 years ago in Letters More Like This
If this letter's aspect resembled its content, it would be a kaleidoscope. All the letters reflecting light in a different way and clinkclinkclinking in a waterfall of verses to form any of the shapes a human heart can have, cracking apart only to pull themselves together fractions of a second afterwards into a more complex, rich, pulsing version.
And if I could stop and pick each of them like cards from a deck, I would ask you of all the hearts you have created for yourself and the memories that, sewn in the insides of each of them, still affect me today.
I have so many doubts, dear you. I wish I were still at an age when drawing hearts to substitute my own worked in keeping it safe from harm, safe from pain. Even if so many of them were broken, stolen, or lost and never found their way back; even if you gave a few away and were given a few that you didn't really care about, even if some flicker by so fast that I can't remember what they looked like after
Connor Kenway X Reader [The Innocent Assassin]Notes:Connor Kenway X Reader [The Innocent Assassin]2 years ago in Humor More Like This
-- Okay, I had to xD Connor Kenway is the most amazing assassin I’ve ever seen and the sexiest. He’s just too innocent for his own good >w> I hope you all like this little drabble~ I’ll work on a Hetalia after this ^^ And for those who have played AC3, you will get the nicknames pretty easily XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin’s Creed 3, the Characters or You*
“Hey, Connor? You’re a captain, right?” Connor lifted his dark chocolate eyes from the narrow cobblestone street to the chatting female beside him, her (color) hair tied back in a disheveled bun as she ambled at his side. He loved the way their footsteps echoed in unison against the cold walkway; it was always to relaxing. And the small city was always so beautiful with its prodigious buildings and fascinating people.
“I am. Why do you ask?” he replied in his usual charming, composed voice. His eyes once again returned to the road in front of the two
You're My Absolute DisasterYoure my absolute disaster,You're My Absolute Disaster7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The most beautiful calamity,
For your voice is sensual tragedy,
Catastrophe of the heart,
Your hands break my soul apart,
Your eyes rupture my conviction,
Your lips tempt my wild addiction,
For the chaos of your kiss,
Pandemonium in your hips,
Devastating every second,
Your destructive figure beckons,
For the outburst of my arms,
As your caustic heartbeat warms,
And obliterates my days,
Every word eradicates,
We have forcefully agreed,
Because youre the one I need,
Youre my absolute disaster </i>
Photograph of My MemoriesPhotograph of My Memories10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like an old photograph you are in my heart;
A faded face with a darkened outline;
But I can recall your smile, lovely and smart;
Like a smirk with arrogance, softly sublime.
You roar with confidence in your haughty voice,
With your chuckles and loud comments galore;
Yet inside you are quiet by discerned choice
A broken tulip that jeering kids adore.
Like a spring wind yo blow in with sweetness
Hot and cold and quick and soft all at once;
A lick of paradice showing my weakness;
Wanting to hold you despite the distance:
You are my seams, keeping me held together
You pull away and I slowly wither.
little boy in a broken worldlittle boy,little boy in a broken world5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one day you will unstitch yourself from that outgrown shadow
and find that your hands are no longer too small
to grasp at the clouds.
one day you will spread your new-fledged wings
and fly away from me
into the arms of your lover
but sweet, i won't mind -
i wish you sunbeam smiles
and butterfly kisses
and hope that your name is now your own.
i hope that you fit like a jigsaw
into the curve of his arms, love,
and that when you come together
you bring the broken world with you.
Thoughts are Energy capsules.thoughts are energy capsulesThoughts are Energy capsules.10 years ago in Open More Like This
slow and crude,
capable of creating selves
selves are competent
in causing a cause
resourceful enough to act as a force
qualified for an accident
in a situation conducive
if reconciled with an opposite pole,
the wise call it a happening
'its my doing', shall claim a fool
slow and crude, but
to evolve on its own into a momentum
which drives you to drive a car or a cart the choice is yours
we are disposed to think with this charge
instead of choosing to drive a car
or a cart)
slow and crude but abrupt,
intense enough to shuffle into an impulse
with the fusion of an impression
active and keen to bring you beauty
we are inclined to infiltrate it with thoughts
emerging from a 'center' negatively charged
which drives us crazy)
slow and crude, but qualified
to auto-transform into an impetus
which keeps our eyes blinking
but this can also bring you knowledge
if infused by INTENT
the choice is your
you don't miss me.i am sick of smiles.you don't miss me.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are always fake.
i feel like i should give up,
like i'm hollow on the inside,
and i don't want to sleep
walk the streets
like the ghost
i really am.
i hope you find your calling someday,
because i fear i will fade away
before i will see the day
i hope i can find my voice again,
because i think about it too much, now,
and it makes me want to cry.
(this is all my fault, you shouldn't know these things.)
a precious lie i've known wasn't true
for a long time.
i am lost and alone for eternity, a constant mix
of relief and loneliness
without a person
i never really knew.
Run Away Plan02/11/08Run Away Plan7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone here are talking about running away,
To the mountains of wild flowers,
Building home on island of their dreams,
Or just settle down South in Mexico.
I would like to run away too,
Just to see you,
And be with you for the rest of my life.
I know this may be love sick ridiculous,
But this is the run away plan of my dreams.