What's in a Name?Rating: PG-13What's in a Name?2 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 Robins3 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
RedShe looks at me, brokenRed4 months 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
GoodnightNOTE: Dick and Damian brother fic. Yes.Goodnight3 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
Super NormalEven Superman can bleed.Super Normal3 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.
Let it Snow By Shawna Stimple Let it SnowLet it Snow By Shawna Stimple 1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Shawna Stimple
The weather outside was frightful on December 24th, as Marshal Wagner drove north on I-89, towards his family's cabin, in northern Vermont. Freshly eighteen, he had somehow talked his parents into letting him come up a week early for a little skiing. He was strangely responsible, in that he didn't throw any crazy parties, or have a different girl over every night, however he was irresponsible in his grooming, and still hadn't brought in any clothes from the car, and was just changing on the way to the slopes every morning.
His parents were due in later in the evening, and he was rushing back with reckless abandon, in the hopes that he could get a shower, before he received an earful from his mother about his smell. He somehow made it safely to his exit, and even more miraculously down the winding side road, all the way to the three mile dirt driveway that led up to the cabin. All was well, until he banked right at the final leg of his journey, and as he hi
Fell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter NineFell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter Nine4 months 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
Cigarette kissesThe cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.Cigarette kisses4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fumes escaping from his nose, the sides of his lips.
Eyes on hers, watching how her lips wrap around the small burning stick. Only she could look so pretty when smoking but he looks sleepless almost exhausted.
A few more puffs and he throws the stick away the last ghost of fumes escaping his scarred lips like a hush. Placing his elbows on his knees he leans forward watching her closely, legs straight, her head against his knee and how the smoke continues to come out her perfect lips. Fingers that have seen better days run through her golden waves, moving locks away from her face and just soothing the wild ones away.
Blue eyes close and lean into the touch and he can't help but wonder how something so simple as sharing a cigarette with her could be so relaxing, how running his fingers through her yellow locks could make him feel a sense of peace that seemed to unreal to him.
"What's on your mind?" Her tender voice speaks as more fumes escape he
Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.Christian Persecution in the USA2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
Of Life and LemonsBy: Serenity OlsonOf Life and Lemons3 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
Church of ChoiceA christian I was born and raisedChurch of Choice5 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.
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?3 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.
To All....To all the mothers who didn't protect their daughters... Fuck youTo All....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To all the fathers who didn't tell their daughters that they were loved and special just by being themselves... Fuck you
To all the teachers who think all children should be able to sit still instead of considering the fact the child may actually have a problem... Fuck you
To all the husbands who say all the right things before marriage but then fail to be the father they promised to be... Fuck you
To all those who think that mental illness is strictly something that comes from the enemy and just needs to be prayed out... Fuck you
To all the people who think that a single mother who is able to say the right words and keep a good looking house is "doing great" when really she's dying inside.... Fuck you
To all the parents who drop their problem child at a hospital in the middle of the night like some returnable item... Fuck you
To all those who think we're okay just because you don't see the tear stained eyes or hear the
Anti-Choice Pity PropagandaThe Scientifically Correct Version of the Pro-Forced-Birth PieceAnti-Choice Pity Propaganda5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
You're only about the size of an apple seed.
A tiny ball of cells with a few folds of tissue.
Your organs haven't all formed yet.
You can't hear or feel anything yet.
You shouldn't even be talking.
You need a developed brain for that.
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
What ? But how? You don't even have a mouth to open yet.
Your fingers are coming in, yes, but they aren't fully developed.
Actually, they still have some webbing between them.
Why am I even talking to a voice that came from nowhere?
Is this part of the trauma that com
LGBT-Phobia: The Radical Christian ViewIt’s no big surprise to anyone living on planet earth: Fundamental Christians have a huge problem with the LGBT community, who they often (ignorantly) lump together under the title of “homosexual”. In fact, if you Google right now, “Why homosexuality is bad” (not that all sexually oriented people are homosexual by definition), or do the same on YouTube, chances are you’ll find a religious apologist or some Fundamentalist preacher spewing Bible verse after Bible verse trying to justify his position. Expect to hear the typical “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve” tripe over and over again, give or take a few words.LGBT-Phobia: The Radical Christian View1 month ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The way I see it, Fundamentalist Christians - the same Christians who put down womens rights, reject science, and are radically pro-life (etc) - are deliberately and wilfully ignorant about the LGBT, and they often expose that every time they open up their mouths about them.
That’s basically he reason why I’m writing th
Clipped Wings Ch 1DisclaimerClipped Wings Ch 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Young Justice belongs to DC. I do not own Young Justice or any of the characters from the show and/or comic.
Series contains MalexMale, if such stories bother you, do not read further.
Robin watched his friends and fellow wards gather around the dining table, all in their full blown hero costumes. They were all preparing for the night rounds of servaying their respective cities. The team always tried to have a time to get together and enjoy each others company outside of work, and this dinner was one of many activities they did throughout the week. Not like they really needed more time together, they all spent every moment of their free time on Mount Justice in each others company anyway.
The Boy Wonder sat in his usual chair, staring at the food in the middle of the table. He wasn't hungry; lately he hadn't been. He was scaring Alfred with his abnormal lack of appetite. Bruce was less verbal with his uneasiness on the matter, more analytical of th
I am not an objectThere’s something I don’t like about the phrase “rape culture.” It’s not that I think it doesn’t exist or that I want to turn a blind eye to the problem. Rather, I feel like it is a misnomer that breeds confusion and skeptism. Rape culture is not just about rape. In fact, most of the time it is not. It is about objectifying women. Objectifying of women can lead to rape, but more often it appears in the form of little acts of disrespect and harassment that strip a woman of her feeling of humanity.I am not an object1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I think a lot of people don’t realize how much these sorts of dehumanizing experiences can affect a person… especially if they’ve never been the target of one. But they shouldn’t be minimized, even if they never escalate. People seem to think that sexual harassment is “no big deal” so long as it doesn’t culminate in rape. “You got catcalled? Groped at a party? Leered a
I'm Just A PoetI'm just a poetI'm Just A Poet1 year 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
Forgetting The SkyI look downForgetting The Sky1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
After doing it so long
I fear that I don't have the stength
To even lift my head again
But no, I too scared to test
If I can truly look above
But I also fear
That one day I'll forget
That I'll forget the sea of deep blue
With oddly shaped fluffy
White dolphins and whales
Swiming round the bright continent
As its center
Or deep purple of a dark canvas
Lit only by the laterns drawn on its surface
Burning the hopes and wishes of millions
And the illuminating center
Radiating pure white light onto our dreams
All waiting patiently above my head
I fear that one day
I'll forget how exactly to lift my head
If not just to see where I'm going
If I'm heading forward
Or if I'm even moving at all.
But as these fears collect
I still stare down
At my feet
At the ground
At anything beneath
For these are the only things
I can aspire towards,
That I can depend on
Though I loved it
Fought to reach it
Drowned myself in it
And splattered my own colors accross it
The sky abadon
What people are doing by being anti-feministDismissing that women's health is still under attack in 2014 (soon to be 2015)What people are doing by being anti-feminist1 month ago in Historical More Like This
Dismissing that approximotly 1.3 milion women are victims of domestic violence
Dismissing that 1 in 3 women are raped in their lives
Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issue
Dismissing that women are still payed on average 75¢ on the dollar compared to men (which gets lower depending on your racial background and skin pigment)
Dismissing that women are less likely to get a job than men
Dismissing that women's opinions are less likely to be taken seriously than of a mans
Dismissing the fact that patriarchy is still a thing
Dismissing that women in other parts of the world are still being sold into slavery, sex trafficing, and child marriages.
Dismissing that women are still being slut shamed and victim blamed after sexual assault, domestic abuse and leaked nudes
Dismissing that 93% of women who killed their husbands were abused by them
Dismissing that in different parts of the world, wome