Bridget and Emily on HomophobiaEMILY:Bridget and Emily on Homophobia2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
My mom found out you're a lesbian. She forbid me from going to San Fran for college with you. I chewed her ass. I can go again now. She got all high and mighty and lectured me about how she'll "not have me become a lesbian" and blah blah blah.
I hate this place so much, Bridget. Don't worry, I defended you with my life. I'm proud to call you my friend. She can't take that from me.
Emily, that means more to me than you will ever know.
What irks me is that some of my friend's parents feel that because I like girls, it means that I'm some kind of creep out to turn all her female friends, which isn't true in the slightest. The same thinking could be used in reverse; A lot of my friends are straight, both males and females. That doesn't mean that me spending time with them is going to make me heterosexual.
Thank you so much. I really hope I get to see you soon... I love and miss you so much, Thank you for defending me.
It's what I had to do. You'r
What I Learned at SRU -64-What I Learned at SRU -64-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N:If you think you might be interested in giving me some commission work, please feel free to e-mail me at that address or send me a message through this website with what you have in mind. I am incredibly grateful for all of the support you guys have given my work across multiple websites and wrote a journal about that here:
I'm just not sure what I can be doing to help myself out of this whole situation, but felt that it couldn't hurt to ask.
With that business out of the way, I hope you all enjoy this heavy chapter - I put a lot of myself into it and it's probably the chapter I have combed over and tweaked the most so far (something I actually don't do a lot). It's one of the most important chapters in the whole story.
What I Learned at SRU
Chapter 64 - Collide
- Monday, February 21st, 2011 -
Jane sighed as she set the prepared wrap on a plate, dropped a pickle spear
CapoeiraCapoeira11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The floor is bare and dusty, hastily swept to clear only the largest of debris. The high ceiling that once arched neatly in the middle now sags between wooden ribs. Although one can imagine it caving in as soon as it gets tired enough, the high ceiling will serve to circulate fresh air to the fanatics who will soon congregate below. Only their energy, harnessed in the form of a fiery, graceful martial art, can transform this old gym. The vehemence of capoeira can impart life and power to whatever it touches. In the meantime, the room sleeps, unused and indifferent.
Then they come, people of diverse shapes and sizes and colours, and all that dull stillness changes. The capoeira class falls into the pattern of warm up movements. The gritty floor scrapes against their calloused feet. After an hour of arduous practice, some stretch, some gulp their water desperately, and some apply athlete's tape to their blistered feet.
The capoeiristas gather, tired but enthusiastic, at one end of the ro
CrossroadsAuthor's note: This story is set in a world just sideways of our own, where the heroes of American legends are real. But then again, so are the villains.Crossroads2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I say," said the tall, black man with the perfect smile. "I say, come along over here and sit a spell. You look plum tuckered out." And he played a little arpeggio on his guitar, which he held like it was a woman he loved.
It was dusk then and the sky was fading from its cotton candy dream color into a deep lavender, dark and low on the horizon like a lady singing blues, and Ted Swanson the securities salesman was grateful to sit down. He took a seat beside that old black man, right in front of the diner, and he loosened his tie. It was a lot damn hotter down south than he'd expected, and a lot lonelier too.
"Where am I?" asked Ted Swanson.
"You in Mississippi, boy."
"Yeah, I know. What town I mean?"
"Not that it rightly matters but you at Route 8, Halfway Diner, next to the Plantation. Ain't got no town name, but that's where
I am Native AmericanI am Native American4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Poem: In the beginning i was here,
Long before the white man and his diseases, his religions, and his warlike ways.
I lived upon the land for countless moons in harmony with the Great Spirit,
Honoring all life around me.
In this land called Kan-tu-kee, the great meadow, the dark bloody ground,
I was known as Shawnee, Cherokee, Iroquois, Creek....
I AM NATIVE AMERICAN.
Rayne was good friends with the chief's daughter. She had no parents so the chief took her in as his won daughter. Rayne and the chief's daughter, Skye, always played
My Suicide Note This is my suicide note.My Suicide Note6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
A tale, if it could be called that, of a lonely girl.
My tale. My
Order is Pure: Pt. 1The world falls, the dark serpent releases the venom and sin upon this earth, created a dry blight that poisons the earth like a ripe fruit contaminated with the touch of human sin, humanity, once the greatest creation life could have ever made, watches as their lives become corrupted by evils of their own choices; No control, no hope, no order, and no rules. This is considered life, one could consider it purgatory. Heaps of ash create a grey dessert, stretching all around this "Eru-ca"…a white universe surrounded by a circular white wall, centered in the Pacific Ocean, a blank beacon that stays centered between what used to be the U.S. and Europe. When the Sun is in the sky it's a blinding thing to see, a massive bubble that floats above water.Order is Pure: Pt. 13 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the night thickens, the darkness envelops the white world, neon signs and television monitors are the only objects illuminating this artificial world. The neon streets making trails down the roads filled with vehicles s
Small OC Bio'sMina, A year younger than Naruto.Small OC Bio's6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hair: brown Eyes: green.
She is far-sighted, so practically blind with up close objects.
Likes: helping people, ice-cream, and Kiba.
Dislikes: but still loves, her parents, and can't help but want to please them.
She hates sour, bland and extrememly spicy, tasting food and drink.
Nanami, Same age group as Naruto.
Hair: Black Eyes: Hazel
Likes: a good fight, powerful men (almost to the point of erotic obbsession), SHe loves spicy food.
Dislikes: stupidly weak people, morons, Bland food and has arachniphobia (which she doesn't tell people.)
Sadako. Two years older than Naruto
Hair: Short and Black. Eyes: Blue
Likes: to tease Yori, fish, a good book. (and secretly likes Yori)
Dislikes: Yori (suppossedly), men who treat her badly, meat (she's a vegetarian)
Hotaru Yamanaka, Same age as Iruka.
Hair: Blonde Eyes: blue
Likes: Noodles, a good book, adventure, cooking and doing things with Iruka.
Dislikes: Nuts, Cereal, popcorn, and bee's.
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 3Day 2Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zoey woke up late the other day, sleepishly looking around the room before she saw the witch infront of her, up close and nuzzling into her bosom.
The teen giggled quietly and placed her hand behind the witch's head, gently stroking the silky, white hair. It felt a bit weird to be nuzzled like that by a girl who looked rather mature, not to mention beautiful, who was also as tall as herself.
The witch quickly started purring like a very cute and very big cat as she clearly felt and liked the gentle stroking Zoey gave her.
Zoey felt the witch's arms relax and fall almost completely limp beside her.
The teen abrubtly stopped "petting" the witch as she noticed her long, beautiful eyelashes fluttering, eyes slowly revealing the bright, golden color.
"Oh, sorry. Did i wake you?" The witch would shake her head just lightly to answer Zoey's question.
How silly was it to be asking a witch a question? Much more take care of her?
Nuzzling back into Zoey's bosom like a child would to
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 9There really was no doubting who was the victim at this point. The hunter's head slowly turned back to face the witch it had pounced, a few whimpers emitting as the cold, hard muzzle of the handgun was pressed against the back of it's head. It may be a mindless creature, but it sure knew the pain of being shot at.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 93 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Moments started to feel like hours and it wasn't until Angel actually swiped her claws towards the hunter's face that it actually reacted. Luckily for the hunter, the cat-like reflexes it had saved it's very life when it shot up into the air, actually managing to perform a back-flip and landing behind where Zoey had been standing. More than a little surprised when it noticed it's rather long, straight, raven black hair fell before it's face. As Zoey quickly turned she could only get a glimpse of the hunter before it had rushed through the door to the outside, hearing the echoes of steps as it sped down the apartment building's stairway, shortly being reduced to nothing but ca
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 13Zoey couldn't remember when she last cried like that. She had to remain strong after the infection and never cried before that even. It felt... refreshing. After the little "session" she had, Zoey pulled back from the huntress and began tug piece after piece of clothing off from her. Stepping into the tub when only her sports clothes remained which she also bathed with Angel in. She nestled up against the still unknown huntress, having felt no sign of rejection she burrowed her face against the huntress's warm bosom, the remaining tears still trickling down her cheeks from her eyes.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 132 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry..." Zoey apologized quietly to the kind huntress, looking up to her face with slightly reddened eyes, only to meet a soft smile on the huntress's soft-looking lips.
"You're very kind..." Zoey followed up with. Her hands slithering around the taller female's back as she felt the more clawed hands latch around herself. Holding each-other in a gentle embrace.
"I really misjudged you. At first i thou
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 6This will most likely be the continuing story for Witch x Zoey. There may be those who accept the fifth part as the full ending, and that's quite alright.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I made this chapter, and hopefully will make a few more for those who didn't think it was just quite enough~
P.S: I'll be brainstorming shorter chapters to keep me going~
Love ya' all~
Zoey suddenly perked her head straight up, it felt like she had just awoken from a long, silent dream. There she stood, in the same room as her very dear witch, both clad in two clean bathrobes Zoey had found in the bathroom earlier.
Zoey sat down on the bed, having dried her own hair a bit earlier, now padding the spot beside her, motioning for the cheerful witch to come sit down.
She was slightly surprised as her seemingly "tamed" witch named Angel would happily move towards her, but instead of sitting down where Zoey had motioned, she sat down directly on her lap with her own already warm thighs straddling her favorite human's lap
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 7Day 3Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zoey was up earliest today again, loving the feel of having Angel's arms around her. As gently as Zoey could she began to wriggle out of the witch's embrace, about to do some house cleaning before Angel would be up.
Before long she was up and standing, doing her best to resist the urge of crawling down in bed with the witch again. Seeing how Angel's bathrobe had slipped down her shoulder slightly, revealing a little more than necessary.
With Zoey's remaining willpower she very gently slid the covers over Angel, simply loving how she would begin purring from the comfortable warmth.
Very quietly Zoey went over to the far corner of the room and opened the dresser, plucking out a regular black t-shirt with a sort of cute zombie pattern on the bottom left, snickering from the irony, and also a pair of jeans. All which fit pretty well on her after she had gotten them on and over her sports bra and boxers.
Once again she went over to Angel, leaning down and kissing the top of her h
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 4The witch didn't know why she felt like this, neither was she able to control it very well. In only seconds she had overpowered a stunned Zoey, forcing her to the floor of the hall with the witch sitting on her.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A hiss escaped the witch's lips, the glowing, amber eyes showing anger for the girl's kind. It wasn't directly at the young teen, it was the witch's instincts. Maybe she had been reminded about what she really was.
Zoey herself put up no fight or any sign of resistance, her eyes showed nothing but confusion until the witch actually used her long claw-like finger to point out the handgun, knowing what it had been used for.
When Zoey looked up to see her usually sweet witch's face, it was disheartening for her to see a expression filled with so much sorrow and hurt, one out of simple, uncontrollable rage. The witch seemed pained from what she did, raising her claws against Zoey.
The witch's eyes widened as Zoey's arms spread out wide and went limp beside her, her eyes slowly clos
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 11They both now stood there, the huntress and Zoey only staring at each-other. Zoey had the upper hand, seeing as she had the handgun pointed directly at the raven-haired huntress's chest. During the time of silence, Zoey had begun taking a closer look at the huntress, as she wore only a pair of dirty trousers and a equally filthy top it was easy to examine her. Unlike Angel, this huntress not only was powerful, but also looked so. Her body was obviously packed with natural strength, something that fit her looks rather neatly. She wasn't ripped, but more "athletic".Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 112 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The huntress was already uneasy with having the handgun pointed her way, having to emit yet another whimpering noise to let the young teen before her know.
Zoey's eyes went up to the huntress's face once more, another question wandering in her mind 'Why is she here?'. When her eyes actually noticed the long sleeve of the hooded sweater she herself was wearing, she honestly felt a bit embarrassed...
"Y-You want your sweater?..
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 12The night had only gotten weirder, and weirder the longer it went on. Zoey now sat a little uncomfortably next to the tub, scrubbing each and every part of the huntress's filthy, but rather well-maintained clothes. Having earlier forced the huntress to at least put on the sweater. Now the infected female just sat there a little away from Zoey, watching her in awe as her clothes were getting washed.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 122 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zoey had to admit that it was uncomfortable, but it felt good somehow. Instead of killing infected, she was currently cleaning one's clothes. That being something she'd much rather do.
Scrub after scrub with her bare hands led to the clothes getting fairly clean rather quickly. Having decided to take it all in one go instead of empty the tub at every piece of clothing she put in.
After nearly thirty minutes of scrubbing, and having a curious gaze at the back of her head she was done. Unplugging the tub to let the water drain.
She pulled up the clothes, squeezed some water of them and hung th
Witch X Zoey: Encounter Part 2[ Zoey's POV ]Witch X Zoey: Encounter Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
``A-...Are you really a witch?´´
Zoey asked the cheerful girl with claws, having no other explanation for her at that time.
The witch let out a short series of light nods, the long silver hair having almost completely fallen over her the pale girl's face. Deadly as she may be, Zoey had just received a very calming and relaxing kiss, actually wondering if she really was the only one who was blushing like mad.
``You seem to understand me... Can you talk?´´
Silvery hair lit up the room as the moonlight reflected from it, the witch having shaken her head from side to side in a negative answer, head stopping quite low, as if the fact made her depressed or lightly sad.
Zoey felt lightly disappointed, but it would actually had been weird if the witch could talk, only knowing the growl and snarls coming from every single infected she had encountered so far.
Slowly she tilted her head back, seeing her handgun right outside along with the bloodied jacket, short
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 10The day had actually progressed quite well even with the earlier "encounter". Zoey had actually found a deck of cards in one of the drawers, after having set the finally calmed witch down by the table and gotten on the opposite side, she shortly starting to deal the cards.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Due to her late father she knew quite a few card games and was pretty confident that Angel could learn about them too.
At first, Angel only stared at the cards blankly, confused even. Zoey actually having to come up with a good and "elegant..." way for the witch to hold them between her long clawed fingers. Soothingly she explained each and every card with a undying patience, really wanting Angel to relearn about human things. Maybe it would even bring her closer to becoming one?
They both had quite a lot of fun during Angel's learning, and nightfall could clearly be seen outside the apartment window as they had kept at it for quite some time, managing to play a few games and allow Angel to learn a bit of the rules o
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 1Warning for those who've just begun to read. This arc has been Dropped at part 14!Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bill, the only mental support Zoey still had since Francis and Louis had already passed away was dying before her, there being nothing she could do to help him.
"Bill! Hang in there!"
The teen yelled at him, trying to keep the man awake as she added pressure to his bloodied chest. His entire frame had been torn up in a hunter attack, both of them carrying only their minor weapons and nothing to fix him up with.
It all seemed surreal, fighting zombies had become a habit, but seeing her savior dying in front of her made the pain come back all at once.
The young girl widened her eyes, remembering that she had glanced towards a med-kit while trying to fight off the earlier horde. It all seemed surreal, fighting zombies had become a habit, but seeing her savior dying in front of her made the pain come back all at once.
"I need you to wait here for a bit, ok? I'll be right back."
She struggled to l
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 14 [Dropped]Day 4Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 14 [Dropped]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Having struggled the entire morning trying to catch up on lost sleep, Zoey kept herself nuzzled against Angel's warm and protective bosom. Seeing as none of the god-forsaken beams of light reached there. Turning her head very slowly now she opened her weary eyes, reading out-loud from the clock on the nightstand.
"Eleven pm..." She said quietly, turning back and emitting a sound yawn, the hot air from her breath striking the sleeping Angel's bosom and making her start purring in a soothing rhythm. Smiling, Zoey drifted on into sleep once more.
The next time Zoey opened her eyes, the scenery was different. She was standing in the middle of complete chaos, the stench of blood and gore invading her nostrils along with the complete sense of carnage. Buildings were completely wrecked and both the sound and smell of burnt wood and flesh emitted all around her.
Looking around, she was unable to see much past all the smoke and living flames, but when looking down... she saw her hand
TsuStar Fanfic .:Resolution To Love:.TsuStar Fanfic .:Resolution To Love:.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She couldn't believe what she just saw. She didn't want to beleive it. Her long black pony tail flew behind her as she ran away from the man she loved shouting her name desperalty, eyes beginning to fill with tears. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to just cry out all her emotions. 'How, how could he do this?' She thought, 'He said he loves me and be's with me, then goes and see's another girl?' She couldn't bare her own thoughts running across her brain. She wanted to forget. But how could she...
****************3 minutes earlier*****************
Black Star was left standing there, helplessly calling his girlfirend's name. "Tsubaki!... Tsuabki!" But the raven haired girl kept running in the opposite direction, towards their appartement he assumed. Well, if she wasn't going to kick him out after this, he could still call it their appartment.
ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 1ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODYESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scene 1: Ulquiorra and Ichigo meet face-to-face for the second time (prior to their first battle).
Ichigo: OMFG I GOTTA SAVE RUKIA NOWZ, I R ALMIGHTY PROTECTOR!! *starts briskly walking awayno hurry, ya know.*
Ulquiorra: Where are you going?
Ichigo: Oh, I forgot I left some doughnuts in the freezer and I'm gonna have some now WHAT DO YOU F*CKIN' THINK?!!
Ichigo: *stops* Oh, one question.
Ichigo: Why do you look so much like L from Deathnote?
Scene 2: Ulquiorra talks to Nnoitra. Only time in the whole show.
Nnoitra: Nothin'. Did pet-sama give you some sugar? *wink wink*
Ulquiorra: *stares blankly*
Nnoitra: You know...ACTION...*wink wink wink*
Ulquiorra: *keeps staring*
Nnoitra: *appears in front of Ulqui* DID YOU AND PET-SAMA HAVE HA
A Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous GameA Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous Game3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The laughter, excitement, selfishness, amusement, dancing, and simple-mindedness of those royals could be heard from the main corridor where another could smell the bitter cigars, sweet alcohols, and disgusting stench of humans and their sweat. The night's cold air was cool against Ramona's pale skin and made her sigh in relief. All the chaos that was going on at the party was stressful but nonetheless, Ramona knew even if she didn't want to admit it that the contemptible demon would keep a good eye on master Ciel. The fresh air filling her lungs up was so clear and tasted minty. Now standing in the middle of the garden, surrounded by a flowers that represented purity and innocence; a white rose.
Smelling the flowers, Ramona hears a twig snap behind her. Turning around she sees the last person she wants to talk to Sebastian. After her mix up of words she felt humiliated and a li