.:SLOW:.Time p a s s e s.:SLOW:.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It seems so slow
Like the world is a snail, and I'm a rocket
I'm not fast enough
And it kills me
Even though I'm not the one who's dead
No matter how much I wish I was
All The RobinsA/N: Instead of a longer drabble, there are sixteen mini-drabbles that are less than four hundred words. (Two are 399 words, haha.) One for each of the five Robins, ten for each pair of Robins (not necessarily romantic), and one bonus drabble at the end. Some of the single drabbles mention a second Robin, but it centers on just one of them. Likewise, some of the pairing drabbles have a third snuck in there, but they're only minor. If this is confusing, just go and read them.All The Robins4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I snuck some of the requests in there for people. Sorry that they're all short.
And sorry, I don't think I did Stephanie justice. This is my first time writing her and I actually haven't read any of her comics. Sorry. Normally I don't like writing characters I haven't read up on, but if I'm writing about all the Robins, I HAVE to write about Stephanie. She's such a strong female role model and I really disl
Don't Let Him Hurt You"Puddin! Please, don't kick me out again! You know how much I love you!" Harley pleaded for permission to stay, but Joker had had enough!Don't Let Him Hurt You6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"HAAAARLEY! I will not have you screwing up every little plan I make! OUT!" He pointed toward the door and threw her purse across the room. "And take the stupid mongrels with you!"
Harley slowly got up off her knees. "Puddin. Mistah J. Please." She tried to wrap him in a hug, but he shoved her to the floor and went back to his desk. Harley's lip quivered and tears streamed down her face. After much limping she managed to hobble to her purse and feebly mumble, "Babies. Come here." The two massive hyenas looked up happily and bounded toward her. She gave them a faint smile, and looked at Joker one last time. "Why don't you love me?" she whispered, petting Lou on the neck.
Knock knock knock. For some strange reason, there was a knock at Jonathan Crane's door. He set down the new fear toxin he was working on and cautiously tiptoed across the room. He bac
Super NormalEven Superman can bleed.Super Normal4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Even Batman can shed tears.
The Joker isn't always laughing,
And the Scarecrow has his fears.
The Riddler can't have all the answers.
Flash can't always be on time.
I'm a 100% average human,
And I want you to know that I'm
Gonna' make it through this!
Gonna' fight my way right through the odds.
I don't need to have special technology,
Superpowers, or be the child of Gods.
I may not be able to take a bullet to the chest,
But my heart will make it through this.
I'm a 100% regular person,
And I believe that I can do this.
GoodnightNOTE: Dick and Damian brother fic. Yes.Goodnight5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's barely there; anyone else wouldn't have even heard it, but I do, and it makes one of my eyes pop open. Of course, it's not like I was asleep in the first place. It's been raining like crazy outside for the past five hours. Thunder, lightning, the works. I'd actually like to get some sleep when I don't have to "work" ya know. I glance at my bedroom doorway out into the hall and see a shadow just at the edge. Too small and hesitant to be Alfred. That leaves only one person and I'm really not that surprised.
"Damian?" I call out softly. The shadow flinches, hesitates, then draws closer until the little devil comes into clear view. He's dressed down in his lime green pajamas with kittens on them, feet bare, and hair a tangled mess. He's scowling at me like he always does but there's something else besides annoyance hidden in those blue eyes. I wouldn't tell him that though. Kid needs his pride.
"Hmph," he grunts. "Very good dedu
Fell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter NineFell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter Nine2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A stunned silence looms in the air. Emma and I stare at the woman before us, the same woman that had claimed to be my mother. The name that she had said, (Y/N), that felt more familiar than the other names that had been listed out to be by Dr. Hopper.
"She's your daughter?" Emma asked, frowning.
"That's what I said," Regina replies. "I went to see how she was doing and discovered that she was missing. I was worried and decided to come here to inquire about a missing person, but it seems that you've already found her."
"I found her a few days ago wandering the streets alone with no recollection of who she is."
Regina takes a step closer to me. "If you had at least let me know that you had found her then maybe I could have helped you,"
She places her hand on my shoulder. I frown at her hand touching me before my eyes trail up her arm and rest of her face. She smiles at me. Her hand reaches up and brushes a loose strand off of my face.
"Why don't I take you up to the hospital and have Doc
my wild and reckless heart.You know what I love? I love my heart—oh, how I love my wild and reckless heart.my wild and reckless heart.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because my heart is not a beautiful one nor a pure one nor one to inspire sonnets. But it is strong. It is scarred. My heart is ever-thirsting; it yearns for beauty and sunrises and shooting star wishes and things that it cannot comprehend. My heart has tremors that rock it like earthquakes; it twists and shakes and tightens in ways that cannot ever be understood. It is not satisfied with the now nor yesterday and, in truth, it does not even grow fat and happy on the promise of tomorrow. It is forever in a state of want.
And I refuse to believe that is not okay. I love the urgent press of my pulse that nips at my heels and forces me to dance faster and wilder; I love the thump-thump-thump of that desire and the hold-me-tighter whisper that rips from between clenched teeth. I love the way my heart has flung me over cliffs and expected me to swim—and I love it still when I washed up on the beach
LokixReader Chapter One: Prison of Your Own Making Minor language/violence!LokixReader Chapter One: Prison of Your Own Making1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
You were scared, hungry, cold and, above all, alone. The scratches on your arms and legs- where you’d run through bushes and thorns and who knew what else- were stinging, and you rubbed your hands along them. They stung even more, but it was the only way you could think to get warmer. In your haste, you’d forgotten even a sweater.
And now it was nighttime, with the moon shining full up ahead and the air frigid, the wind biting at your skin and the trees doing very little to shield you. Your feet ached, even when you finally sat down, and your head throbbed from so little sleep.
In short, you were lost in the woods with no idea of how to get home.
You curled in on yourself. No, that wasn’t true. You squeezed tears out of your eyes as you fi
The DeserterI've wandered far too long tonight.The Deserter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm left adrift, the coward's flight -
an outcast from society.
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Stripped of my honor and my name;
accused by all, I bear the blame.
This blasted heath from which I flee -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
The greatest prize for which I strived,
my fellow soldiers gave their lives.
Three white feathers given to me -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Branded guilty, without bail,
handcuffed in irons, cast in gaol-
no longer shall I wander free.
I close my eyes and dream of thee
And after sundown, cut me loose,
an offering to the hangman's noose.
If there's a God, he'll hear my plea -
I close my eyes and dream of thee
Why respect religion?It is often said that we must respect the religious beliefs of others. Simply put, I don't. That is not to say that I see religious people as less deserving of equal protection, but I do not see their beliefs as fundamentally reasonable and worthy of respect, and I think that this claim that we must respect the rights of others undermines our ability to have substantive debates on moral and political issues, by treating certain ideas as immune from debate and criticism. Why, as an atheist, should I respect those who believe, on religious conviction, that atheists should be put to death? Should I not show them the same amount of respect they show me?Why respect religion?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The evidence in favor of most religions is weak or nonexistent. I focus on the religions I am most familiar with, but I have reason to believe that other religions have the same general flaws, as these flaws appear to be intrinsic to religion and not simply features of a few specific religions. One key flaw in religion is reliance on faith.
I'm Just A PoetI'm just a poetI'm Just A Poet3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stringing together words
In a way that tries to force you to feel,
To understand what I feel.
I'm just a manipulator
Gaining recognition by
Warping what you understand
Trying to change your emotions
Till they fit my own.
I'm just an instigator
Using my words
To try and lead you along a path
That was created in anger
And fueling your passion to follow it
Until you can't even remember
Why you followed this way.
I'm just an interpreter
Translating your feelings into words
While ignoring the very fact
That in doing so
I'm ruining the very thing
That made these feelings so powerful
But I don't care
I'm just a recorder
Writing the pain of a person,
Of a entire nation
With a few measily words
While deluding myself
That this actually helps someone,
That writing the same pain
In a different way actually
Makes anything less painful.
Priding myself that my words
May one day move people
To change the world
When all they actually do
Is garner a few mo
Church of ChoiceA christian I was born and raisedChurch of Choice6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
Telling good from evil
ain't the pattern of my life,
now I have seen what we will
accomplish with white lies.
A christian I was born and raised
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
I now spend my whole life reaching
for what I will never be,
but I live for learning & teaching,
for the journey to a dream.
And all their trying, all their preaching
will not stop me being me.
Things I can't do at Hogwarts120 Things I am Not Allowed to do at HogwartsThings I can't do at Hogwarts7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Compiled by PsychoDemonFox
1. Calvinball rules are not to be applied to Quidditch.
2. Professor Snape does not like anyone cutting, styling or even touching his hair.
3. I will not set off Dung Bombs in Professor Umbridgess office.
4. Nor will I release Bludgers in her office.
5. I will not sing the Manah Manah song.
6. Nor will I sing the Banana Phone song.
7. And I will especially not sing the Time Warp song either.
9. I will not sing during class.
10. Or in the halls.
11. On in the common rooms.
12. I will not sing, period.
13. I am not to mock the teachers.
14. Especially when their backs are not turned.
15. I will stop drawing rude pictures of the teachers.
16. I will not ask for Dragon meat at mealtimes.
17. Nor will I ask for Soylent Green.
18. Wizards chess is not to be reenacted live.
19. There is no such thing as Pokemon.
20. Or Digimon.
21. I will refrain from asking Harry Potter ho
I am a man.A man.I am a man.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is the difference between the two?
I do not wear baggy pants.
I do not wear baggy shirts.
I do not wear dresses.
I do not wear skirts.
I do not brush my hair.
I do not keep it short.
I do not have ear piercings.
I do not have tattoos.
I do not wear hats.
I do not wear boxers.
I do not bind.
I do not pack.
I do wear make up.
I do dye my hair.
I do wear tight shirts.
I do wear jewelry.
I do not try to 'pass'.
Because I am me, and I embrace this.
And this does not make me any less of a man I am.
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,An Angel's Promise5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so thou shall remain.'
I will not let you have any other before me,
Nor can there be any after.
For it is your soul that I have shared
And it is your soul that I do take.
Your worship is the blood that flows through me.
Your praise is the heart that pumps life into my veins.
I have accepted that which is torn;
And if you are not whole before me,
Then by my will and word,
You shall be made whole.
So fear not this frigid world,
Though its cold bites deeply into your flesh.
I shall take that which has been torn from you
And weep life into it,
Until only warmth remains.
For thou art already mine,
And so thou shall remain.
Kind WordsA HARLEY QUINN/JOKER FANFICTIONKind Words3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on. You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, dooowwwwnnnn! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love. We can dance until we die, you and I, will be young forever!"
Joker looked up from a newspaper he had spread over the lap of his dirty purple suit and looked at the closed bathroom door where, behind the rotted wood, Harley was showering and singing an annoying pop song about love at the top of her lungs. "That girl couldn't carry a tune with a bucket," he muttered as he looked back down to the paper. He circled the obituary of a death he had caused, a smile spreading on his dry, scabby lips.
" You brought me to life, now every February, you'll be my valentine valentine! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets just love. We can dance until we die, you and I will be young fore
For My PeopleAs far as I can recall:For My People5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did not ask to be birthed
Into a cycle of stagnation.
I did not ask to be told,
That my dreams are achievable;
Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.
I did not ask for a failing system,
Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.
Nodding eagerly at one another,
As they wait for an inevitable death.
This I did not ask for,
And I am certain that most of you did not either.
But it is for that reason,
And for that reason alone, I say:
That it is up to us,
We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,
To create a system that is better,
Than the bitter shackles of the past.
Justice is what I long for.
Justice for MY people.
RedShe looks at me, brokenRed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying out silently.
What can I do to help her now?
Her voice is gone.
Fractured under the weight of oppression.
He's on the prowl.
I can't move, I'm frozen here,
Watching the scene unfold.
Hands moving up and down worn trails,
Nails digging into crevices,
The same route every time.
She knows what's coming and she opens her mouth,
Letting out a piercing scream into the night.
She is muffled.
She is struggling, I'm crying but there's nothing I can do.
I couldn't stop it before and I can't stop it now.
She is broken.
She lays there, curled around what was stolen,
Protecting what is left.
What he didn't take.
What once was white is now red.
Suddenly it's everywhere and I don't want to see it no more .
Hands, chest, face
On the sheets, the floor, the wood.
That's all I see.
the color of rage, lust, and pain speckled like fallen stars.
Though her face is blank, I see her tremble.
Eyes darting to the door,
Watching to see if he comes back
BTOM: Purpose and DeterminationBTOM: Purpose and Determination3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was high in the sky, showering the city of Tenochtitlan with golden rays of heat and making it nearly impossible to endure the tiresome arithmetic lessons this early afternoon.
Chicomeacatl wasn’t listening to the instructor anymore, anyway, not since he’d discovered the praying mantis right below the open window he was sitting next to.
It had taken him a while to realize the large predator for what it was. Camouflaged as a dry leaf, it lurked among the foliage, shifting with the gentle breeze and patiently waiting for its prey.
The object of its desire was a slender lizard that bustled over the ground, looking for smaller insects and utterly unaware of the skulking danger above. In fact, the lizard’s persistent search for food drove it closer and closer to its mortal enemy, almost right beneath the mantis’s calculated position.
Body tensed in excitement and fascination, Chicomeacatl held his breath and didn’t dare to exhale, as if the slightest mo
AlienThe somewhat harassed-looking state official eyed the couple standing at the counter. The woman, who he immediately recognized as a Thanagarian, looked nervous. The man with her looked at her in concern.Alien4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Course it's looking to be married," The official grumbled. He switched to a businesslike tone. "Either of you been married before?" He asked, eying the woman with malcontent.
"No," Was the joint answer.
"Well, at least that'll cut out some time on the record searches."
"Record searches?" The woman frowned as she bit her bottom lip.
"Obviously we conduct searches on records of people who want to marry. Aside from certain essential rules, careful scrutiny is necessary for special cases. People are in such a rush nowadays, they don't even really know who they're marrying. Their future spouses don't tell them things, marrying untrustworthy people. Changes the relationship somewhat, you know, especially in these times.
Free WillEach morning we wake up and we make a decision. We make the decision to get out of bed when that alarm goes off and trudge through our lives for one more day. It doesn't matter if we're sleep deprived, sick, need a vacation, are heartbroken or stressed beyond comprehension. We get up and keep going.Free Will6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Would it be easier to just lay there and stare at the ceiling allowing ourselves to drone on into nothingness? Yes, it would. That would be the simplest thing to do in the world. We all feel like doing that some mornings. At some point that loathing question snakes around our minds and takes control. Why am I doing this again? But, inevitably, we get up.
Because that's life.
It's easy to fall and give up. Nobody blames you if you do because we all realize that life is hard. If it wasn't we wouldn't be living in a Prozac nation where the doctors will prescribe you "happy pills" to make it through the rougher spots. The hardest thing in the world to do is to get up and keep going no ma
Harvey Dent's PoemYou either die a hero,Harvey Dent's Poem7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
The darkest Knight is just before the dawn.
Well tell me, dear one
When is this dawn coming?
Wash away the scars that have been created,
weaving my sorrows and my sins.
I have failed you.
He draws me close and tells me to forget.
Avenge. Murder. Deny.
Why have you come for me?
take heed of what I say to you tonight.
Lie to me.
Tell me all will be alright when the day is done,
when you know we are damned.
I never wanted it to be this way.
I never wanted to be like this.
I live my life by chance,
And all I receive is the burning.
Well, dont mind me
Havent you heard?
I quite enjoy it
For it reminds me forever of you.
If they come for me now
I will not fight.
I want to fall.
I want to fall.