An Actual HomophobeAn actual phobia is a fear,An Actual Homophobe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not a hate.
So hopefully this story will illustrate,
the difference between hate, so than you will know,
what it truly means to be a “homophobe”
I'll use an example that doesn't relate,
my mother was traumatized at the tender age of eight,
when she watched a movie adorned with spiders,
now today she cannot stand to have one beside her.
Now back to the point, so we don't lose track.
I'll speak of boy who was the center of an irrational attack.
Where the act that was committed went unreported,
because to tell of what happened meant his pride would be aborted.
The reasoning is irrational, and some may say stupid,
but ever since that day, the boy grew putrid
towards men who advanced onto other men,
because he could never forget what happened when,
he was forced to commit to a brutal act,
and from that very day he still bares the scars on his back.
A feeble example, but it holds some truth,
as I would not have utilized it if it were fully untrue.
I Love YouI Love YouI Love You9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you.
I want to be with you forever.
Untill death do us part.
Through sickness and through health.
I love you.
I want to snuggle on the couch on a cold rainy day.
Under a blanket, watching scary movies.
I want to hide my face on your arm when I'm afraid.
We go to bed and you hold me in your arms all night.
"Everything will be ok babygirl" you say, when I have a bad dream.
I fall asleep with my head on your chest, and you run your fingers through my hair.
I love you.
I want to tackle you and pin you to the ground.
I poke your tummy and you grin.
"TICKLE FIGHT!!!" you yell, and we laugh so hard.
We kiss, and let time carry us where it wants to.
I love you.
Even when I'm sick, you kiss me anyways because you love me to much to care.
When I'm sad, you sit me on your lap and wipe away my tears.
You let me cry on your shoulder and hold me.
You always make me smile and brighten up my day.
I love you.
I want to sit on the end of the dock, looking up in the sky.
Your arms aroun
Their EyesEverything around him appeared to have a haziness to it. And yet, everything was crystal clear. Complete and utter darkness engulfed him. And yet, light provided a tender warmth that encompassed his entire being. He knew he was dying or already dead. And yet, he never felt so alive.Their Eyes4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He could suddenly feel the air around him again; feel himself breathing slowly as though he had just come from a very peaceful dream. His eyes were opening slowly to a blurry yet colorful world rather than the dark, hostile place he was expecting. But now, that suddenly seemed like nothing but a horrible nightmare; a distant place that may never have been reality. Another life.
There was a little girl leaning on the edge of the bed as though she had been waiting for him to wake for all eternity. And yet, that seemed just fine with her: she would wait forever if she had to.
He wasn't entirely sure what was going on yet, deep down, he knew all that was happening to him. The little girl's eyes said everything.
Anita Sarkeesian is a cunt, and here's why.Anita Sarkeesian, aka Feminist Frequency, is a cunt. A massive, massive cunt.Anita Sarkeesian is a cunt, and here's why.2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
If you're reading this you probably already think that, and if you don't, you're more than likely just as much a cunt as her.
It's often assumed, for some reason, that I assume with Anita, as she seems to share my 'anti-men' mentality. Maybe she does, but her and I are on two completely different levels. I accept the singular fact that women in this country are not nearly as oppressed as people like her see. There is no true 'patriarchy' in which the noble 'feminists' must fight against to obtain equality and freedom. Women in this country live on the top side of numerous double standards that give them advantage in society. We are not disadvantaged, unequal, or otherwise put down unless we allow ourselves to be, or if you're Anita, tell yourself that you are everyday due to a false and self-righteous victim mentality.
Video games, Anita? Video games. Video games are the reason women are oppressed. A
TornNarcissa found Severus reading on the bed in his dormitory. It was deserted except for Avery, who was practising his snarly face in front of a mirror. He could achieve a good effect with those long, pointed teeth and bulging eyes and, with his school tie fastened around his head, he looked mad as well as ferocious. Narcissa had a lot of respect for ugliness if it was impressive. Still, she needed to talk to Severus. She gave Avery a meaningful look and he slouched off.Torn7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Am I disturbing you? she asked Severus tentatively.
Always, Snape replied, closing his book with a snap. What do you want?
I thought you and I might spend some time together, she murmured, lowering her eyes to the floor not out of shyness, but to display the full, serpentine lengths of her eyelashes to their greatest advantage. I can arrange for my dormitory to be empty at, say, midnight tonight.
Snape, who was by nature a suspicious cr
HeavenSeverus Snape knew he wouldn't survive this battle long before the Dark Lord summoned him. He'd known it for quite some time. He did not fear death, as so many others around him did. The fear in Hogwarts was almost tangible as he sat, his fingers steepled, in his office all year. The students had defeated, dead looks in their eyes. The few who still had fire in them were wise to hide it.Heaven4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was then, of course. Now, they all were free to let their fire spark and burn as they wished. From his hiding place in the Forest, he waited for the Dark Lord's summons.
The whole affair was over much more quickly than Severus would have liked. He still had not had the chance to tell Harry what must be done, what he had yet to do. He was prepared to die, albeit now with more disappointment on his shoulders than he expected and the sinking feeling that he'd let the entire Wizarding world down by not arming their greatest hope with the knowledge he needed.
A flash of green, a panicked voice, and Sev
How the Bible should have endedNote: Some of these monologues are actual Bible verses which I slightly edited to fit in the sketch. Please read the notes in the description bar for further information about some of the sketches.How the Bible should have ended3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
God: Hey guys. This entire garden is yours, and that of your offspring. You are free to eat from any tree in the garden.
Adam: Any tree?
God: Well, of course. I mean, did you think I put a tree there with fruit that, if you ate from it, would make both you and all of your offspring, a.k.a the human race, suddenly sinful?
Adam: Of course not. Why would you ever think about doing something like that?
God: I know right! Now how about I create a wife for you?
Adam: Also out of dirt?
God: No, by putting you to sleep and tearing out one of your ribs. Of course dirt!
Genesis (alternate take):
Satan: Looks like that whole ''humanity'' thing is going to work out pretty well.
God: Of course it does. After all, I'm perfect.
Satan: Yeah, about that.. How would you like it if I went down there a
Random Sexual Offenderman short storiesThis is just a collection of small stories about smexy, most involving him interacting with Arc in some humorous way, a few of which were even released on his tumblr account. I figured these little stories had been building up in my notes long enough, so i might as well release the lot.Random Sexual Offenderman short stories1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I was named as a “proxy”,
(heck, i'm not even sure if he had really known much about proxies back then to begin with, and if he did, i know he hadn't really been considering it)
Smexy had made a different sort of offer to “claim me” within the boundaries of our deal.
Fall was just starting to really come into its own, the leaves in the process of changing their colors and the college campus humid and muddy from a recent rain. We were just kinda hanging around in the dorm room. I sat on the floor with my laptop, while Smexy was draped across the bed like some sort of big lazy cat, looking over my shoulder to watch the cartoon or whatever that was playing o
And He WasIt was quick and, yet, it also wasn't quick. The bite was quick the death was not. His skin crawled, eery muscle twitched, but he couldn't end it like this. Not with the boy staring at him like that full of vengeance and fury. No, he couldn't bear to see the son who had her eyes look at him like that. So he mustered his strength every last molecule and gave the directions.And He Was4 years ago in Romance More Like This
There. Done. Over. His work at last complete, his struggle at last over, but it still hurt, and he still wasn't dead, and she still wasn't there. Obviously, he told himself.
Would there be an afterlife? His mind wondered in those last, slow seconds. And would she be there? And would she be there with ME?
A stiffening of the limbs. This was it. The last second had arrived. With one final struggle, he opened his eyes and looked straight into the boy's straight into hers.
Then it all went black.
He woke up and saw the same eyes. Oh, God, he thought, it's
Ch. 1 'The Girl Next Door'Forever and AlwaysCh. 1 'The Girl Next Door'8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus and lily fanfic by lilynoelle 2008
Harry Potter characters belong to the brilliant J.K.Rowling.
You are the grave where buried love doth lie. ~ William Shakespeare
Chapter One ~ The Girl Next Door
Nine-year-old Petunia Evans was quite suspicious of the family that lived down the road. Awake at all hours, they were with their dark old house, the garden of oddly-scented herbs, and the leaning chimney with its curling grey smoke. Very out of place, Petunia thought of the Snapes. Spinners End had never known such a dysfunctional family. The woman, Eileen, seemed touched in the head; not only did she talk to her plants, but she always carried with her a long, smooth stick that she waved about at odd moments. Her husband, a drinker, had such a temper Petunia often heard his bellowing tirades from her room.
Strange things always seemed to
Otherwise Good ConditionI have worn the same dressOtherwise Good Condition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for four days, because
I am sick, exquisitely
black and gold, your drunk
dimestore Nefertiti. A
white stain announces
itself, a muddy star:
here. Undo yourself,
those sallow words you drink,
let the silk fall loose. I've got
a face like dirty laundry
and burial grounds --
What I touch becomes
unwell. I wear my hair
like it pains me,
like a little girl
sucking her teeth
at cars, the caked little
tombs of sugar that crumble,
under the hot milk
of the sun.
Snape's Love"What did they do to you?" her sweet, sweet voice, he sighed inside.Snape's Love10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nothing, why do you care?" if she would just leave him alone she would be safe.
"Because they don't have a right to say, 'you exist, you must be punished,' because that's just mean. And that Potter, he's so-so-so stupid! He's only going to pull a few N.E.W.T.'s if he's really, really lucky. That's one of the reasons they don't like you, I think, you are smarter than them," poor Lily, he thought sadly. The fates weren't going to be kind to her. The runes his mother had read for him had told of heartbreak after Hogwarts. And death, but he didn't want to dwell on that.
"Come on, Madame Groves won't be pleased if we go to the hospital wing, we can go to that room I told you about last year."
"You still know where it is?"'
"Of course! And Potter and his gang don't know where it is, thank heavens. How is it that they always know where to find you?" Spasmodic Lily, Severus thought sadly. He couldn't tell her it was because
The Best of Both WorldsBack in Spinners end, Snape was desolate. Lily wanted to spend time with her family and, in any case, he didnt want to seem too keen to see her, so he kept his distance from her house for the first few days of the holidays, spending as much time as he could out of the house or submerged in his books, visualizing the magic he wasnt allowed to perform, practising incantations and seething with resentment about Potter.The Best of Both Worlds7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spinners end was not a place of action; it was a place to stew in resentment or longing. It was a kind of limbo world, where nothing ever happened, but nothing was ever forgotten.
His parents had asked him a few questions about his term, and then resumed their constant arguing with increased vigour, as though they needed to catch up. His mother looked withered and malnourished whenever she wasnt shouting. Performing magic and taunting Tobias Snape were the only things that made her look alive.
Taming the Prince Taming the PrinceTaming the Prince8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A psychanalytical essay about Snape and JKR
The poets version of the story only shows how fine is the transforming power of ideal immagination which can make out of a sordid and dishonourable incident such a lovely piece of work
Edmund Spensers Works: A Variorum Edition, bk. IV, p. 286
J.K. Rowlings declarations about Snape, immediately after the release of Deathly Hallows, sounded like insult added to injury to many of the fans who looked at him as a reference figure from the end of Order of the Phoenix. In an interview given to Meredith Vieira, for Today Show, a relieved Rowling, much more relaxed after finishing her big fatigue, declared that in no way the people should consider S
Sectum NihilisThis happens during the first wizarding war. Severus is nineteen and a young Death Eater. He has asked Lily for a meeting. The idea came to me while musing about another novel-length fiction of mine, "The Last Secret of Dumbledore"; hence this oneshot can be read either stand alone or as a flashback in the foresaid story. I think it is canon-compatible.Sectum Nihilis6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus Snape and Lily Evans and the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K.Rowling.
Rating : PG13 or T, at most.
Betaed by Dronarron.
Summer was already drawing to its end. At this late hour of the night, the wind blowing on Severus' face was cold and thick with damp. He shivered and wrapped his cloak tighter around him while gravel ground under his boots. Today had been especially strenuous. The Dark Lord was hard to please and prompt to punish. Mulciber had just experienced the might of his master's wrath. However, Severus was con
Masterplanwhen crucified they sayMasterplan3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he died for our sins
how many wars lead back to that day?
how much blood has been spilled ever since?
i'd rather live with my sins
than be told to kill or die for Him
if there ever was a master-plan
made by an omnipotent invisible man
omnipotence suggests you know how things will play
then why do we get punished by a God
who already knows we can't abide his ways?
made to be imperfect
created to fear and worship
but does it make sense to fear one who "loves" us?
to beg and pray in wails that rise up above us
my disbelief is what helps me survive
i am not blinded by your master-plans lies
Unexpected GuestUnexpected Guest3 years ago in Settings More Like This
their eye adjusted to the view and they saw her
Ultrawoman hovering over them
"There seem to be a party in here and i wasn't invited , don't mind me i'll just grab that robot standing over there and leave you two"
Jana looked at Joana
Joana and Joanne traded looks and they both pulled their guns and pointed it at Ultrawoman
"please , as if we didn't try this before , wait what was your name ? Joan ? Janny?"
Joanne replied to her angrily
"Its Joanne , and remember this "
she fire at Ultrawoman
" hah , that tickles "
Joana changed the setting on her gun
"Try this for size you fat Velorian"
Ultrawoman looked at Joana
"What you called me?"
but was interrupted by Joana firing on her
Ultrawoman suddenly fell to the ground
Joanne look at Joana and ask
"Is she dead ?"
they hear a goan
Joana throw her gun which was showing a bit of sparks and smoke at Jana
" Jana take Joanne and try to fix the gun , i'll hold Ultrawoman here"
pro-choice"Because I had had sex, someone thought I deserved to die." (Cerullo qtd. in Hadley 79) "She was bleeding at the wrong time, and it didn't stop. She went to the emergency room here at a Catholic hospital, and they refused to take care of her. They just flatly refused…they would not touch her because she might be pregnant, and they might disturb the child. She continued to bleed." (Paley 8)pro-choice9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"I found out I was pregnant when I was fourteen. I didn't get a period. I talked to nobody. I panicked. I sat in hot baths. I drank these strange concoctions girls told me about—something like Johnny Walker Red with a little bit of Clorox, alcohol, baking soda—which probably saved my stomach—and some sort of cream. You mixed it all up. I got violently ill." (Goldberg 116)
"I didn't make any noise at all. I bit through my lip. I tried n
Naked CourageGODIVA: (Empty stage with one spotlight. Enter in simple dress with hair pinned up.)Naked Courage3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He does not expect me to take his bet. He thinks I will back down.
If I do, the children will starve for his tax. He is so blind, so determined to have a castle to rival our Norman neighbors. He is so very stubborn. He thinks I am not as stubborn.
He made the bet, because he was frustrated and weary of my nagging and perhaps a little drunk. Our first month as husband and wife and we are already fighting.
“Please, please, …listen.”
He interrupted me, “ENOUGH. I will not repeal the tax. Unless…” He searched for the wildest challenge he could imagine, “unless you ride naked through the streets of Coventry.”
What was I thinking? Perhaps, I was a little drunk as well or maybe just as stubborn? I said yes.
I am to ride through the streets naked.
I can turn back. Never leave this room. No one but my husband and the Almighty will ever kn
Setsu dan kanja - The fox maskSetsu dan kanja - The fox mask7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Setsudankanja Gaiden 1 The fox mask.
One morning at the mountain forest, Lin went looking up the mountain for Kanami and Ayase. She was carrying two large stones on her back as punishment for accompanying Kanami in her rescue mission. She found the sisters stones on the ground and they training together practicing combat up in the treetops. After they descended, Lin informed the sisters the sensei was calling them.
Cant you see we are busy, china misuse? Ayase replied upset while rushing tying the heavy stones to her back. Go back training Sakura.
Lin obeys sensei. Lin dont want bother sempais. Lin responded offended.
Ayase, stop it. Kanami reprehended her sister. Thank you, Lin we are on our way.
Lin saw fight practice. Lin wants practicing like that too. Lin said to Kanami.
With your progress in five years. Ayase added.
Lin has become stronger. Re
A Little Corner of ParadiseLily looked around at the beach she had first seen through a window in her library book, the place that was supposed to display the furniture of her mind.A Little Corner of Paradise7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was almost unrecognizable. The cliffs overhead were crumbling into the slate-grey sea, throwing up drops of moisture like iron filings, which got snatched up by the wind, and driven into her eyes. Sea-birds were deeply embedded in the cloud overhead, their harsh cawing hardly audible over the screeching of the wind. From the fitful shadows they cast on the sand, they seemed to be circling, like vultures. Still, they didnt sound particularly hostile: that was what Lily had always loved about sea-gulls; they were morally neutral: they didnt sound vicious or hopeful, they just sounded like the wilderness.
The towering palm trees had been blown over - most of them, she supposed, had been swept away by the tide, but here and there, dotted about the beach, she could see one half-submerged in the foamy grey water
Chapter 10, ' Lily's Plea'Lily lay, arms outstretched, in a bed of leaves, her head propped up on a mound of soft dirt. With a lazy smile she watched as the pale, underfed boy in front of her practiced levitating various objects: first a leaf, then some flower petals, a caterpillar Lilys gaze drifted over to the Snapes backdoor, which was gently slamming to and fro in the breeze. Eileen and Tobais had gone for the day, leaving their son behind to fend for him self. The moment they had left, Lily came running over; she and Severus immediately went to the backyard and began practicing magic.Chapter 10, ' Lily's Plea'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lily allowed Severus to practice a few minutes longer then she hopped up and tapped his shoulder. Severus spun around and scowled.
You scared me, Lil, he said, trying in vain to look annoyed.
Lilys green eyes sparkled and a tiny smile spread across Severuss lips. Lily beamed.
My turn, she said playfully,
DP:Return of the Hero Chp 10DP:Return of the Hero Chp 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Maddie, Jack, Jazz and Tucker waited impatiently for the Fenton speeder to come out of the portal. It had been hours since Danny and Sam had left, and after finishing their research, Tucker and Jazz came downstairs to eagerly await the return of their friends.
Maddie tapped her foot impatiently. "They've been in there too long, now," she said worriedly. "Even for Danny, it's dangerous; he hasn't used his ghost powers in years."
"Danny is a big boy now, Maddie," Jack said as-a-matter-of-factly. "We can't keep babying him forever. One of these days, we'll need to let him take care of himself without freaking out-!"
The portal suddenly flashed, and in sped the speeder. Sam landed it on the floor, where it slid across the lab and into the back wall.
"Omigosh, is Danny hurt?!" Jack exclaimed fearfully, completely ignoring his last words.
Maddie waved her hand at the portal. "Close the portal, Jack!" she shouted as she ran to the speeder.
Sam pushed the door open and climbed out. Tucker reac
Pro-Choice PoemPro-Choice PoemPro-Choice Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They called it a miracle
But it wasn't.
The called it a gift
But it wasn't.
They called it a blessing
But it wasn't.
It was a burden
Parasitic, a murderous leech
Pushed down the wrong road
Too late to turn back.
Scared, alone, misunderstood
The words are harsher than stones
Cursed by the thing growing in her stomach
Utterly devoid of love.
Young and in agony
And yet they still pin the blame on her
Glaring, cold red eyes
Hidden behind a sugar coating.
The days trickle past like sand
She is dying underneath the fierce skin
And she finds her way out
In a coat hanger.