Seventeen CandlesSeventeen Candles2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seventeen candles mark the day
Nine months since you've gone away
Quickly you came and quickly you went
All your days have been spent
There are no more tears and sad goodbyes
Only truths and fading lies
One stands out among the rest
One that surely is the best
We will miss you, this is true
For you, are the sparrow, the one who flew
Death Note QuipsDid you know that Yagami spelled backwards says Im a gay?Death Note Quips7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Explain to me the logic behind MelloxNear, and Ill give you a million bucks.
Does L ever change his clothes, or is he just that crazy for giant white shirts and jeans? Really, wtf is up with that?...
The question we all want answered: is Mello or girl, or does he just have really bad PMS?
Why did Light have to make everything so damn complicated? It wasnt like we couldnt tell he was gonna lose in the end oh, did I just spoil something for you? Sorry not.
Raise your hand if you also think Death Note is very sexist. I mean, look at how WEAK those girls are, man!
How is it that Matt, a character with only about twelve panels altogether, has a popularity rating thats higher than Lights, Nears, and Mikamis put together?
ZOMG MIKAMIS A
TearsTears2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's tearing me apart. I'm breaking apart inside. I can't even smile. It hurts.
I can't do it anymore.
for riley i think i have forgotten how to dreamfor riley1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the last time it happened
i smiled and ran my palms through your hair
sifting out sand and fumbling at the
buried shards of sea glass
that bite at my calloused fingers.
your frothy eyes threaten to drown me
but instead i inhale dopamine and
carefully trace the thin boardwalks
that wrap around your skull
where the hair is missing.
you ask me if i cried
and i said that i
didn’t think i knew
once when i was young
i saw a baby cardinal
huddled and bleeding in the grass.
i watched the ants and the flies skim over the contours
of its closed eyelids
until i scooped it up and held
S. NoteS. Note2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
This poem has been removed.[This poem has been removed as it lacks the emotional and verbal depth to be a real poem.This poem has been removed.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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If you wish to re-submit your work, please follow these guidelines:
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InsanityInsanity9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must I continue to fight?
Why can't i just run away?
Why won't my legs let me run?
I want to be a coward, a coward....
I can't run away from my fears.
My destiny will not control me.
I musn't run away, I musn't run away.
I must stand, I must fight.
Charging onto the battlefield,
Dashing through the enemy,
A wave of destruction spreading in my wake.
I'll destroy all who stand in my way.
Yes, all will be destroyed.
I will destroy it all with my own hands.
Nothing will stop me now.
I shall wipe them all from existance.
What have I done?...
I've destroyed all I've hated.
But also all I've loved.
I have nothing left to lose.
I do not care anymore.
Hot blood flows through my body.
Millions of thoughts race in my mind.
I cannot make sense of it all.
There is no one there.
Everyones gone, all gone.
Have they left me, or have I left them.
Or were they ever even here at all?.....
Fic: Unprepared [preview]Fic: Unprepared [preview]2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Mordin paced back and forth in front of his work-desk, thoughtful, one arm crossed over the curved line of his chest, the other hand reaching up to stroke his weak chin. The results of Shepard's check-up sat in front of him, odd, ghostly images stacked neatly in a digital file. "Should not have compiled," he mused, short, shaking his head. "Should have caused negative reaction. Should have cancelled out effects entirely, caused extreme internal pain, ignored or even destroyed " Stopping in his pacing, he leaned on the desk, taking a long breath, the dark lines of the markings over the crests of his brow drawing together in a deep frown. "Startling," he breathed. "Unnatural."
"So what should I do?" Shepard asked, her usually strong, assured voice oddly stilted, as if she were doing everything in her power to keep it from shaking with nerves. She was in shock, but she was not about to show it to
WARRIORS ANIMATION: CASTING CALL (OPEN)CASTING CALL: FIRE ALONE TRAILERWARRIORS ANIMATION: CASTING CALL (OPEN)4 months ago in Drama More Like This
UPDATE: TRAILER HAS BEEN DELAYED. ONLY NEED VOICES FOR BLUESTAR AND SPOTTEDLEAF BEFORE APRIL 17th.
Gonna get straight to the point.
I need voices. You don't even have to be that good.
Here's the breakdown.
NARRATOR: Can be male or female, but you need to have a nice 'movie trailer' voice.
Random Background Cats (can be one person doing multiple voices)
Firepaw/Heart (Needs to do both a young and adult voice)
Tigerclaw (VERY IMPORTANT, this is the one voice I can't possibly do myself. Needs to be deep, or menacing for certain lines.)
Graystripe (Can be played by a female, need both a young and adult voice)
Ravenpaw (can also be a female if you have a more boyish voice)
You don't need to ask if you can audition. Just do it if you want to.
Here is my email: email@example.com
Send either a video or an audio fil
Of Horror and BoozeOf Horror and Booze3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of Horror and Booze
A little RP thingy in a thread turned awesome
Norway appears out of no where basically then he and Denmark watch so random horror movie which in the midst of everything Norway get's drunk then things get interesting
Warning: hints of a previous one night stand, Norway stalking Iceland, Drunk off his ass!Norway and NorwayxBeer Bottle ((I'm not joking)), odd typos, Hints of DenmarkxFaroe(an OC)
*Opens door, lets self in*
Den: *asleep on the cough sprawled*
Norge: ... *Walks over to, flicks*
You were sleeping when I left last time too, is that all you ever do? Sleep and drink?
Den: *snaps awake*
what the hell?
.... no i do more stuff
what the hell are you doing here anyways?
Norge: Right, how could I forget, you sexually assault people too.
I've got nothing better to do...
The camera's I have to stalk Icel- ... Tv's broken...
So here I am...
Den: the hell? your still
KaomojiKaomoji5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Multiple Line Kaomoji:
（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
( )_( )
Single Line Kaomoji:
( =^)☆(^o^) [Kiss]
´o` [*Why Not??]
(ﾟД ﾟ ) [Shock]
GrimmIchi: Paperwork be damnedTitle: Paperwork be damnedGrimmIchi: Paperwork be damned5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Black Storm Van Pendragon
Pairing: Grimmjow / Ichigo [minor cameo to hollow Ichigo]
Genre: General romance
Warnings: Aside from crude remarks, yaoi/shonen-ai.....none XD
Summary: Just a short PWP GrimmIchi drabble [I royally suck at summaries]. Setting takes place long after the Winter War, in Soul Society.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and I make no profit from this. I write purely out of fun and sheer boredom of it all -that and the lack of a GrimmIchi fix.
A/N: Sorry no smut here. Not that I can't be perverse but I never really write that kind of scenario down before so...I'm not really that confident and I don't wanna screw up the drabble any more than it already is, so....er...use your own imagination ;;
Thank you for reading. Please mind the awkward setting. This is, of course, PWP (so throw it out the window and just...er...enjoy the read).
Love will be our last emotion CH18Love will be our last emotion CH183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I blindfolded Courtney and I lead her out through the back of the venue, everyone else had gone to the after party.
"Baby, where are you taking me?" she was stumbling around.
"Take your hand in mine" She said as i lead her.
"Its ours tonight Courtney" I unblinded her.
"oh ha ha" She laughed.
"Whatt? You like my little reference?" I laughed.
"Well...you wasnt joking when you said its ours tonight" she laughed pointing at the empty tourbus.
"You're an observant one arent you" I teased.
We got onto the bus and I lead her to the back.
I asked Sammi if she could make the bus look more...romantic.
It was amazing, she put beautiful red silk throws over the sofas and everything looked so much better.
"Jake...whats all this about?" She laughed.
"You...you like?" I asked.
"Of course I do...but you dont need to go to all this tro.."
I put my finger to her lips.
"Hush, lets just enjoy some 'us' time" I cuddled her.
We both snuggled up on the sofa for a few minutes, we were
OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and CompetitorsContents:OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and Competitors2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Qualities for a Good Host
-Qualities for a Good Judge
-Qualities for a Good Competitor
-General Tips for Running an OCT
-General Tips for Competing in an OCT
Believe it or not, being a host isn't as great as you might think. Being a judge is no better. Often times people create an OCT without putting forethought into what they're committing to, which is why so many OCTs usually end up abandoned or never getting off the ground.
Qualities for a Good Host
+While anyone can make a group and start up an OCT, here are a number of things you should consider before doing so.
-Time: Being a host requires having lots, and lots of free time. You may think that the biggest aspect of time is spent on judging, but that's far from truth. Hosts are constantly answering questions, making sure things are submitted to correct folders, posting updates, organizing events, planning, and dealing with members. The audition phase is by far the most taxing part of th
In Heaviness We Are HappySometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. It simply implies that they have become weighed down by love. They've lived life and, although their bearers have tasted misery, still survived to breathe another day. That's special. If you've never cried tears of true sorrow then you haven't smiled with true happiness either.In Heaviness We Are Happy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hearts become heavy because love isn't like helium. Love doesn't float in the clouds, it is weighty like metal. That's what makes love so precious, because like gold we cannot afford to lose it. You see, because of love's heaviness, we notice when it's gone.
Sometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. Light hearts are lonely hearts, they've nothing to grasp onto. There is nothing to attach their insubstantial forms to reality, and so that is why some hearts are heavy. It's because they are alive.
Okada Ayano: Pt. 1Okada Ayano: Pt. 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Okada Ayano
Nickname(s): The Butterfly; the Hooded Master; the Jewel; Grandmaster Okada
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 3rd Division Captain
Appearance: Okada Ayano, now a striking, inexplicably stunning woman at the forefront of Soul Society's military, was born amongst mortal men in the realm of the living--a jewel hidden in coarse sand. The patriarchal, sexist cultural norms of her home village manifested themselves in the men around her, who found her fragile voice irritating and her soft skin incapable of anything meaningful, confining her to the most basic family chores. They saw her as a piece of property, a girl lucky enough to be destined for prettiness in the way that would eventually attract a husband, yet poor enough that her dowry would be insubstantial and troublesome for any honest man to burden himself with. They saw her as a young girl with bright eyes that w
Death's Breath On A Young Neck "Are you okay?" asked the voice from above.Death's Breath On A Young Neck3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied the girl, alone and sobbing in the dark corner.
"Are you.... Are you entirely sure of that...?"
"Yes! Now go away!" she would have screamed it, but instead she choked on her tears.
But I'm not okay, the girl thought, and comforting hands on my shoulders mean nothing to me. That's why I continually shrug them off. Not because I am haughty, or proud, but simply because to me they are a waste of time.
Later that evening the girl's mother entered the room, "Hello sweetheart, how are you?"
"Alive," Came the brusque reply.
"Darling," her mother sat on the bed beside her, and took the girl's hands, "I'm worried that you're not dealing with all this."
"I'm dealing with it fine! I'm okay! To be honest, I don't give a damn! Who cares? It's gone! It's never coming back and it's never going to happen again, I'm dea
Arguments of Louis and LestatLouis' POVArguments of Louis and Lestat9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of all the shit he's pulled, this one takes the cake. You'd think he'd have learned.
"The answer is no," I said, turning on my heel in an attempt to end the conversation. Naturally, the brat had to pursue me and practically whine to get his way. He reminds me so much of a child sometimes it's unfathomable.
"Please Louis!!!", he whined.
"Pleeeeease!!", he whined again, this time adding a few little "bunny hops" for good measure. Where does he get the idea that this'll work?
"No!" I try to slam the door to my room and keep him out, but he's got his fat foot through the darn thing. The foot followed by his head and then the rest of him. I'm still trying to get away from his incessant whining but he's got me cornered by this point.
"Please Louis! I know Claudia was a disaster but this time's different! I swear on my honor!" I cast him a glance that clearly gave away my disbelief and aggravation.
"Since when have you had honor?" He glanced a
APH Colours - 07. WhiteAPH Challenge: ColoursAPH Colours - 07. White4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
07- Delicate 'White' (France X Jeanne)
"I have to go, Francis"
"When will you be back?"
"... I won't"
Francis bit down hard on his tongue, trying to hold in an eminent scream of despair. He was going to lose her, he knew for sure. How would he survive without his angel?
"Francis, it's time. God is calling"
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He wanted to tell her 'stay', he wanted to be able to say 'don't go', but his lips wouldn't move.
His voice had been silenced by greedy hands.
Francis watched her walk away, her back straight like an arrow, carrying the hopes and dreams of his people. He screamed in his mind, he called out to her to 'come back', to 'stay with him forever'.
A blinding light shone, surrounding her in a benevolent aura. Her purity and innocence struck him most, bringing involuntary tears to his eyes. He wanted to run after her, catch her in his arms and keep her for h
If I were writtenIf I were written,If I were written9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how would I taste?
I could be a dictionary
- bland -
yet a necessity.
It's possible I could have
the flavour of receipts,
spit me out,
get your money back –
it won't affect your
Perhaps I'd be
a top-shelf magazine –
an addictive tang kept as a treat.
Maybe you'd trace
as if I were the icing of a sonnet.
If I were written,
I wonder if you'd try me
The PLZ DictionaryPLZ- short-hand for please; an inactive account that is only used for its avatar in the likeness of an emoticon, whose username typically ends with "plz" (there are exceptions to the rule)The PLZ Dictionary7 years ago in Humor More Like This
plz-whoswho- a directory of PLZ accounts; some thought it to be a robot
PLZification- the act of creating an avatar to be used for a PLZ-account
(as defined by escanive)
PLZer- one who creates a PLZ
PLZd- the creation of a PLZ of a real deviant, i.e.- Real deviant: timmy64 PlZ: timmy64plz