Liberty and Justice for AllLove is defined as affection towards another person. This definition does not limit this powerful emotion to just a man and a woman. Of course there are many types of love, such as that of a parent towards a child, or a good friendship, but focus on romantic love. The constitution does not say that love must be confined to a man and a woman either. Yet we as the United States of America still leave it up to states to allow or ban two people of the same sex to become legally married. Some religions believe that homosexuals will go to hell, and some people believe that the planet should be ridden of this filth. Is it wrong to love? Government limits love, religion limits love, and intolerant people limit love, and we must all put up with the hate thrown at us until we can stand up for what is right.Liberty and Justice for All6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The United States government allows discrimination even though we have the pursuit of happiness. They
12. InsanityThis is crazy.12. Insanity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sure seems hazy.
Why do I keep doing this?
Searching for elusive bliss.
I find myself ever chasing.
From one to the other, racing.
I know what will happen after.
And it sure ain't no laughter.
I can't stand how it makes one feel.
It takes a long time for me to heal.
But for some reason I still do it.
I know, stupid, I must admit.
I keep thinking this is the one.
After all this time, I've finally won.
So how come it never is?
And I just sit here with my frizz.
Why am I the one who always gets hurt?
And want to bury myself within the dirt?
Don't I deserve better?
What, no time for a letter?
Sometimes I think I might be messed up.
But then again who isn't?
My Blood, My VengeanceGranting you forgiveness, none,My Blood, My Vengeance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For what matters most is what you've done,
Don't take it too kindly,
Thinking you'll ever get away,
But alas, you are sadly mistaken,
If you think that even for a moment,
That you will ever get away,
I am patient, no more,
Crime that you committed,
Cannot be pardoned,
Your soul will not have peace,
I will hunt you down even as you plead,
I have no mercy,
I do not forgive,
I forget your crimes, not,
They are burned within my mind,
As I see the one I loved suffer,
From such an unspeakable sin,
How dare you even think,
That you could commit a crime,
Thinking it justified,
I say peace, not anymore,
I wage a war that destroys the world,
Hide, you coward, hide,
Run, you bastard, run,
Nothing on Earth,
Will restrain me,
Not even Death himself,
Your plea for mercy, denied,
I grant no forgiveness,
I grant no mercy,
I grant no relent,
For your crime is too great,
Such deed cannot be erased,
My rage cannot be replaced,
I murdered you,
For I don't forgive,
For I don
England X Reader: Teach Me How to Love CH 25England X Reader: Teach Me How to Love CH 251 year ago in Romance More Like This
You didn’t see Arthur at all on Tuesday, and a part of you was thankful for it. Even though you felt yourself missing him more and more, you were still upset over what he had said to you and still didn’t feel confident enough to go up to him and try to talk to him.
Just as you had feared a few months before, you felt your life once again start spiraling downward after you had broken away from Arthur. You stopped paying attention in class, your mind too filled with depression and what you were going to do now that he was gone to even make an attempt at focusing. You were once again procrastinating on your homework, finding it hard to concentrate due to the now-familiar ache in your heart and the misery taking over you. You fell asleep late again, the thoughts of Arthur leaving you keeping you awake until well past 12 in the morning. But instead of the constant anger you used to feel, it was replaced by sadness and longing.
You wanted Arthur. You wanted him here next to you,
American in France (FrancexReader)American in FranceAmerican in France (FrancexReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Excusez-moi?” you said to yet another passing French person and getting the same reaction of a turned-up nose and the facade of them having not heard you. You raised your voice a bit, desperate for some help. “Excusez-moi?”
You silenced yourself, however, when one woman sent you a harsh glare. Cringing, you turned around and stepped off the curb. You only had one foot on the road, however, when you ran into yet another person.
Murmuring a rushed apology, you kept your (e/c) eyes on the ground in front of you as you began to walk away, but you were stopped by the light touch of a hand catching your wrist. Fearful that someone with very strong feelings about an American being in their country was now going to harm you, you pulled your other arm up to protect your face from the person.
A soft chuckle was heard from the person and you peered from behind your wrist. It was a man, and a rather handsome one at that. He was watch
To boot. Francis x Mother reader.To boot. Francis x Mother reader.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There you were standing in the dark, cell phone to your ear, staring at a darkened house. It was 'her' house...that b***'s house, that cheaters house. Disgusting.
~Mon Ami i know you you are trying to cheer me up but i zink i just need to be alone for aw'ile.~
"NO FRANCIS!!!" you yelled into the device.
"I will not have you running around crying all because some Bitch ripped your heart out! i will not accept it because you have Matthew to look after!!! He's our son and i will not have you put that child through shit because you were a dumbass!!!"
You stood there huffing and puffing as you remembered what happened.
You and Francis had a thing when you two were in high school. Sadly when you two were thinking about marriage and starting a life together his parents came up with a arranged marriage deal. You knew he had no choice so you broke it off, you both were 23 at this time. After a couple months you found out you were pregnant.
You tried to keep it secret but that bitch M
DenmarkXReader-Just Haven't Met You Yet~DenmarkXReader-Just Haven't Met You Yet~1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Denmark sighed as he read the text message from his now ex-girlfriend.Apparently she wanted to see other people and decided it would be the best thing to break up with him via text message.This made Denmark slightly angry,frustrated and heartbroken all at once.Honestly,he didn't know what to feel.
This had all happened once before to him so it wasn't like it was new or anything.All the texts read the same thing too.'Sorry,you're just not my type.'Well then what the hell is your type woman?!Denmark thought to himself but alas,all he could do was sigh a heavy sigh and shove his cold hands in is pockets as he walked down the snow covered sidewalk.
I'm not surprised, not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track
Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down
It always happened..so many times that Denmark wondered why he was even doing it all over again.Why did he keep putting himself in these situations when these t
LSH: I'm Not That Girl (FrancexReader)I'm Not That GirlLSH: I'm Not That Girl (FrancexReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Francis Bonnefry. The guy of your dreams. The sweetest, most romantic guy on campus. The guy who every girl wanted to date, or at least to have some form of relation with. The guy who would let every girl down gently and still remain their friend.
The boyfriend of your best friend.
Madeline Williams. The girl to vent to. The nicest, most adorable girl on campus. The girl who would listen to everything anyone had to say, and always know exactly how to respond. The girl who was friends with everyone.
The girl who had captured the affection of Francis.
You had always thought you had just as much of a chance with the beautiful Frenchman as every other girl at school. You were simply you. Not a cheerleader, not the popular girl, not the friendly one, or the geek, or that weird girl who always had her hand raised. After a while, you realized your chances with Francis were slim at best. That small sliver of hope was completely shattered the day rumors we
Quick Mix Challange: So What (AlliesxReader)AlliesxReaderQuick Mix Challange: So What (AlliesxReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You swung around in the kitchen as you gathered ingredients to make a chocolate cake while the radio played loudly. The oven dinged, preheated for the batter.
The men you worked for, the men who hired you as a live-in maid, were out for the day at a business meeting so you decided to cook something sweet up for them. You assumed the meeting would last all day and you'd have a chance to cool and frost the cake, maybe even leave a note and hide out in your room until after they ate the chocolaty treat and you could emerge to clean. Interacting with the five men you lived with wasn't really one of your strong suits, and you chose to work in the shadows, preferring an empty room to clean as opposed to one with a chatty man in it.
The previous song ended and another began playing while you were cracking eggs into the batter. You mixed all the ingredients together as you sang loudly with the radio. You missed the sound of the door opening quietly over the loud dr
Adorabubble~ (SpainXReader)This one was written for Matsuri212.Adorabubble~ (SpainXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hope y'all enjoy! If it's not too much to ask, please tell me what you think of it ^^
A tomato hit your face and slid down it. Giggling you counter-attacked immediately by firing a barrage of tomatoes in their general direction. Laughter filled the streets as your tomatoes hit their respective targets, then a flurry hit your side again. You were soaked to the bone, tomato seeds all over you.
Another batch of tomatoes rolled into the square and everybody scrambled to get a new supply. In the midst of the stream of people, you were pushed all over the place when a pair of arms held your waist and lifted you out of the crowd.
You squealed as the unknown assailant (well, to be honest we all know who it is really don't we?) took you away from the square and into a tiny, dark alleyway. You knew who it was just by the warmness of his chest pressed against your back. His curly hair and hot breath tickled your ears, making you giggle against the firm hold he
EnglandxReader: The Day I Met YouYou smiled happily as the café you loved to visit every day after work entered your view. Your grip on your messenger bag tightened as you walked in the door. The whole place seemed nostalgic. In truth, it was about the size of a low economy one bedroom apartment, but it had a sort of 'grandparent' feeling. Everyone seemed to know each other and treated others like family.EnglandxReader: The Day I Met You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sat in one of the bar stools near the cash register and smiled at the brunette waitress. She grinned back and walked up to you with a small notepad.
"Welcome back, _______. What would you like today?" You pondered for a moment what you'd like to get and tapped your forehead happily when you came up with an answer.
"I'd like a slice of pumpkin pie and hot chocolate, please." She smiled and nodded at your request. You took out a sketch pad from your bag along with a pencil and glanced around the shop. A passion of yours was drawing and you loved to draw new things every chance you got.
Your eye caught sight of
Hetalia x Reader - I Have a What?You stared off dreamily at the night sky through the open window and sighed, wishing that something interesting would happen before the school started. It was two weeks before you would have to go back, and you were bored as heck. Currently, you were sitting in your house's dining room, alone. The sound of the footsteps woke you from your trance and you noticed your mother standing by the now closed door, staring at the ground.Hetalia x Reader - I Have a What?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"__________....there's something I have to tell you "
You turned around to face your mother as she spoke, a questioning look on your face.
"What happened, Mama?" Your mother looked up at you with a gentle smile, as if she was preparing for you to throw a hissy fit.
"Well, I have good news and bad news, dear." You tried to think of things that could happen. You were doing fine in school, so that couldn't be it. A family member might have died or got sick, maybe. However, you honestly doubted that was it.
"There's someone that I have to introduce to yo
England x Reader: Stormy WeatherShivering, you rushed down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on your shoes. You should have known better than to visit England without an umbrella; after all, the land was known for having a plethora of rain. But it was sunny earlier, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.England x Reader: Stormy Weather2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, you stopped to catch your breath, panting as you glanced at your surroundings. Much to your horror, you couldn't recognize any of them, and to make matters worse, it was getting late. The sky, previously a light grey colour due to the storm, was now a shade of jet. Your (favourite colour) jacket no longer provided any warmth for you, droplets of water dripping from the sleeves.
"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, but are you lost?" asked a concerned voice.
Startled, you looked up with wide (eye colour) eyes to see a man with wavy, blonde hair standing before you, a black umbrella protecting him from the downpour. His blue eyes looked worried, but being that he was a stranger, you couldn't help but instinctively
Semicolon (EnglandxReader)SemicolonSemicolon (EnglandxReader)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of homework help, and I know it’s late, but-” the voice wavered weakly, “but I need your help with something- something else.”
Something in the Brit’s heart panged and he tried to recognize the caller’s voice. “Of course, love, anything you need.”
There was a relieved gasping of air on the other end as t
Flirting Laundromat Style - France x Reader“Well,” you said to yourself with a sigh, glancing over at your heaping laundry basket of dirty clothes. “It’s about that time again.” Ah yes, laundry day. Being a junior in college and living off campus, you were neglected the necessity of owning a washer and dryer for yourself, so you always had to do your laundry at the Laundromat. It was only two blocks away so it wasn’t like it was a bad thing. In fact, it was almost refreshing…in more ways than one. You get clean clothes and a nice walk outside.Flirting Laundromat Style - France x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Standing up from your bed, you grabbed your laundry bag and dumped your dirty clothes into it. Digging in your closet, you found your detergent and dryer sheets and threw those in the bag as well. Tying the top off, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, grabbed your purse, and then proceeded to walk out of your house like Santa Claus…except the only thing you would be delivering would
When Talking To DragonsWhen in the presence of a dragon...When Talking To Dragons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must stay calm,
and let your fears wave away.
Like the gentle pull of the ocean.
They look down on you with slender eyes.
Judging your every breath.
As you shallowly take in your gasps,
like quick streams of water rushing down a steep hill.
When speaking to dragons...
You must be brave.
Act with confidence that your words speak well,
and go without vexation or indignation
For a wrong word could mean termination.
They will listen to what you have to say
with the ears of a thousand mocking birds.
Until of course you speak astray,
and the rest is left to their flaming breath
When listening to dragons...
You must behave.
Allow them their prudence and wisdom,
for dragons are the perfect beings.
And they know all.
Why do you wish, oh young one, to consult the dragons?
Is it because your lost is a world without paths?
A world so dark and without any maps?
Does the life you live serve you no happiness?
Is it your own kind to blame?
The ones w
France x Reader ~Towel Kisses~~Towel Kisses~France x Reader ~Towel Kisses~8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Francis watched as you carefully dabbed your wet lips against your bath towel and wiped away the stray droplets from your red lips. Normally, you wouldn’t bother with putting on lipstick, but tonight had been a special night: it was the same day five years ago when you and your husband had first met.
As you continued to dry yourself, the once strong and hypnotic scent of your body wash had faded and was absorbed into the thick fabric of your towel. All the while, your husband was staring intently at your body without any distractions in between.
“Francis, what are you looking at?” you teased him with an innocent-like voice.
“Only the most beautiful woman in the world,” he cooed with a soft smile. Having already bathed earlier, he was waiting for you to come to bed with him.
However, you had predicted his intentions far before the night had even begun. Seeing as how it was the anniversary of your meeting, you knew your husband had more plans
Daughters of WinterFather gathered us together, the three daughters of winter. To the eldest, he gave the sword Bite. To the youngest he gave Keen. To me, he gave Chill. Our mother watched, her dark eyes fixed upon her fair-haired daughters, pale as the winter sun. We were snow and ice. It is difficult to love creatures so cold, but she tried. She tried to love us just as she tried to love our father and we saw this for what it was and answered in kind. Just as it is difficult to love the cold, the winter itself harbors no love in its heart. We are borne of starvation, the days when the deer strip the trees of bark in desperation and die with skin pulling furrows between the ribs and their eyes freeze and become like glass. We are borne of the cold that steals away breathe and life, and the human blood in our veins was not always enough to counter our natures.Daughters of Winter1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wore furs, always, while we went about in whatever we cared to. Mother tried to teach us, her wild and pale daughters, of the ways of the sout
The KeyThere's a key that I've hidden away.The Key2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the trinkets and lace.
I've kept it buried deep.
In hopes no one will find it's hiding place.
It holds treasure.
That's rarely been touched.
I've kept it hidden.
It's been shattered enough.
If by some unusual miracle.
You stumble by it's place of rest.
Hold it safely in your hands.
And never let it go.
AmericaxReader: TutorThere he was, the so called 'idiot' who was amazingly popular. You sneered at the thought and remained focused on your textbook. Even though it was lunch you needed to spend every moment possible studying for the History test you had next period. You sighed when the blonde and his group laughed loudly.AmericaxReader: Tutor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The idiot blonde you were annoyed by was none other than the self-proclaimed 'hero' Alfred F. Jones. He was the school's perfect boy. Everyone loved him. That is, everyone except you. You were annoyed how he acted like an innocent idiot when in reality he was one of the smarter people in the school. You saw right past his act and definitely didn't like it. Since you were on the student council you were allowed to look up information on him, such as his current and past grades.
"Are you alright, love?" You snapped out of your thoughts and glanced at Arthur, who was sitting beside you. You blushed momentarily and shook your head.
"With all that staring people might start to think you like
FrancexReader Not so CreepyFrancexReaderFrancexReader Not so Creepy1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not so Creepy
You didn't like it when people stared at you. It didn't matter if they were family members, friends or complete strangers, you didn't like being watched.
Hunching over your book even more, you bit your lip, flipping the page. This is why you didn't like going out in public. The risk at being stared at. Even though you didn't consider yourself as one of those worthy at being stared at. You wore baggy clothing to hide your figure and kept your hair long enough to hide behind. your mother called it a defense mechanism. You called it being safe.
So, why was there a drop-dead, super-model gorgeous man staring at you? You blushed, trying to hide further behind your hair. At least this allowed you to study him without him really noticing.
He had long, wavy, golden blonde hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail. His half lidded cerulean blue eyes were framed by abnormally long eyelashes. Your eyes slid past his elegantly long nose an
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
A Pure Love ExchangeA Pure Love ExchangeA Pure Love Exchange2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She leers at me with her cerulean apertures.
The faintest uncongealed tear materialized.
Biting her chromatic nails recently manicured,
Her attempted dirty look at me becomes sanitized.
The awkward moment persists,
My mouth opens but the sounds are suspended.
Her essence is impossible to resist.
This is not what she expected.
My feelings for her are undeniable.
She has chosen me as her worthy consort
But she questions whether I am reliable.
In this instance I am not swift with a retort.
Forced to reveal my fragility,
I postpone our wantonly gaze.
Cigarettes and floral scents invade the vicinity.
My mind is secured in a vacant daze.
My hand reaches for hers desperately,
Her hand wraps round my tactile index finger.
I whisper in her ear adulate words relentlessly.
A fountain descends of which I unintentionally triggered.
I embrace her entire anatomy,
My lips converge with her forehead.
She looks up at me emphatically.
She has finally been courted.
The ShowThe showThe Show2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perpetually putting on a show,
Even when cameras are not declared.
Dominating the stage with confidence.
Outshining others delivering-
A polished performance.
Invariably searching for reassurance.
Elongating ever lasting soliloquies.
Permanently in the background
Like a vampire avoiding the lime light.
A shadows confidant,
Nikon's sworn mortal enemy.
Presence is always present
But never acknowledged.
Outcast within a cast.
The omnipotent director.
Intentional but inadvertently -
Altering their plots.
Presence is felt but never seen,
Enacting what has already been.
His credentials are constantly, controversially challenged.
We all have the same script,
Our narratives are predisposed.
We just act in different ways.
Regardless whether were aware.
The camera is effectual and continually present.
The show must go on