.: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
What's in a Name?Rating: PG-13What's in a Name?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Warning: Some language, slight suggestive themes.
Summary: Wally and Dick are arguing over which sounds better: 'Wally Grayson' or 'Richard West', when Artemis and M'gann walk in on them. Confusion, dramatic proposals, and swooning Robins ensue. Wally/Dick bromance.
April 26, 06:19 p.m. EDT}
"Hey Rob? Which sounds better: Wally Grayson or Richard West?" Wally inquired out of the blue, looking up suddenly from the slightly crumpled paper he was scribbling on. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Mount Justice living room, leaning against the couch. His chemistry notes were sprawled across the carpet as he wrote his lab report (which he had procrastinated on the last few weeks, and was now due the next day). Dick occupied the entire couch itself, one foot dangling down lazily and his hands propped behind his head. His eyes were closed behind the ever-present sungla
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
GoodnightNOTE: Dick and Damian brother fic. Yes.Goodnight4 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
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 You5 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.
Counting Awaytwenty one.. twenty twoCounting Away2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
twenty three... twenty four
I count ceiling tiles
As they lead toward the door,
As I lay
Listening to silence of my tears,
The gentle loving whisper of the water
As they try to release my fears,
one ... two ... three ... four
I count the drops as they fall
Letting the numbers give me
A few more moments to stall,
But the tears offer no relief
And I only dread the moments left to me
I count the seconds as if trying to see,
How long before I finally break...
But I was already broken
Long before I came here
Long before I decided to do this...
I count the beats of my hearts
As I submerge my soul
Whilst trying not to fall apart,
twenty-five... twenty-six... twenty seven
I count the seconds
As time steals my air
And reprieve beckons.
I try to think of one last regret
Something to help pull me free
Of this grave of my own choice
Even just something to count
Something to give me hope
LokixReader Chapter One: Prison of Your Own Making Minor language/violence!LokixReader Chapter One: Prison of Your Own Making10 months 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
I'm Just A PoetI'm just a poetI'm Just A Poet2 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
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.
Fell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter NineFell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter Nine1 year 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
...i'd like to see the stars, fall...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
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
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.Alien3 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.
Always with Me Always with YouThe way their heads turn.Always with Me Always with You5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The way you laugh when I speak.
The way I laugh when you speak.
The way our silence is broken effortlessly.
The way the silence returns in the end.
These moments mean nothing.
These moments are everything.
These times we share.
These times we laugh.
These things we confide.
These things we love.
These ways we speak.
I would not trade them.
I would not leave them.
I keep them bounded in my chest.
I let them reside near my soul.
You may not.
But I do.
And I will.
It is a part of me.
It is a part of us.
You may not see it.
But I see what is small.
It is hardly considered cherishing.
But I will.
I give home in my heart.
And I do not regret.
I will not regret.
These times spent with you.
The way you see the world.
The way you shape mine.
One day I will miss this.
I will not forget.
Even if you do.
I will always remember.
I want others to remember.
It is natural.
To be subtle.
Like it should be.
Only the different will see.
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,An Angel's Promise3 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.
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.
The Difference Between Snakes and RopesLast night there was a womanThe Difference Between Snakes and Ropes2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where my girl was and she said to me,
“This. That’s what he did.”
A woman isn’t born vulnerable, but
vulnerability is a part of personhood
and being self-aware of insecurities
is more vividly human than vibrancy;
more sexy than secrecy.
I’d compose her movement to music
or pen it on paper, proffer it as poetry
and profess confessions as love
but I’d rather be on standby—
even as passerby—
because I ache and I ache
all the time now, for her.
For her I am sore and unstomachable
and nurse wounds that aren’t mine.
For her, I worry.
I worry and I tighten knots,
practice my box, bow tie, square, slip,
and double coin knots and remember
that the method to madness is comfort;
being complacent with sanity
makes for insanity
and being complacent with a lover
is to take them for granted.
I tighten the same knot
and expect the same result,
wind the bight around again,
again, and again. And bite.
I knot, bight;
Of Life and LemonsBy: Serenity OlsonOf Life and Lemons4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a miserable, sweltering and dusty day in Texas. Clarissa ran up her porch steps in search of something tasty and refreshing. She was hot and tired from playing hard all day, and needed to rest.
Spotting her mother cleaning on the porch, and her grandmother reclining in the shade, she politely asked for some lemonade.
Her mother was in a testy mood, and not at all up to doing more work "Can't you see I'm busy here?" she snapped at Clarissa.
Clarissa, taken aback by her mothers outburst, fell silent, but her grandmother spoke up.
"Now what's eating you Sarah?" Grandma asked her daughter
"This heat is killing me and I've been working all day! I'm exhausted, irritable and overworked. This has been such a godawful day!" Sarah got louder and angrier with every word.
"Honey, you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, make tasty lemonade!" Grandma chuckled at her own little joke
Sarah, cranky beyond reason, yelled at her mother "Don't be so naive, mom! Life d
Top Ten Best Batman Villains After seeing his parents shot in front of him as a child, young Bruce Wayne became… a rich guy with major issues!Top Ten Best Batman Villains2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Batman is one of, if not the most liked DC superhero. As such, he needs great villains. Without further ado, I introduce the top ten best Batman villains.
“The world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance. Unbiased, unprejudiced... fair.” -The Dark Knight (2008)
What better way to start off the list than with a metaphor? Harvey Dent, the district attorney of Gotham City, became a dreadfully scarred villain after having acid splashed into his face. As Two-Face, he causes damage and carnage based on the choices handed to him by his lucky coin, but he may also represent Bruce Wayne’s two-faces as a billionaire and as the Batman, hence the metaphor.
#9 The Wrath
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
Alien Ch. 8What's done to children, they will do to society.Alien Ch. 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Was it an accident?" Bruce asked the Thanagarian sitting across from him.
"Of course it was," Shayera insisted. The past week had done its toll on her psyche. She just had to get her thoughts out before she went crazy. Bruce had offered before to listen to her and she now took the opportunity. "I didn't mean for it to happen. If I had been paying attention I could have saved that boy."
"Or you could have been killed instead. Everything happens for a reason." He stated. "But that's not what's bothering you."
She sighed, "It's just...why should I have a child when I killed one? Why would John want me to be the mother of his children? He can have any Earth woman yet he still chooses me. He can do better than me and he knows it."
Bruce stared at her before answering. She clearly had a lot of issues and he
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 Will5 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