Shipping HarleyShipping HarleyShipping Harley5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Disregarding fanon and what I see through the shipping goggles I am wont to wear, I have to admit that there really isn't much support for my pet ship (really more of a canoe, though it is picking up steam), Harley x Scarecrow, or for anything other than Harley x Joker (and maybe Harley x Ivy). Yet Harley gets shipped with just about everyone. Being the kind of person who overanalyzes everything, I felt the need to comment on this. So here, for your reading pleasure, is a brief rundown of the pros and cons of some of the more common Harley ships. And by "more common" I mean I've seen at least one on deviantart.
PAIRING: JOKER X HARLEY (DYNAMIC A)
Explanation of dynamic: By Dynamic A, I mean the relationship dynamic presented in the comics which is that Harley is something of an obsessed fangirl. Joker basically uses her and returns somewhere between 0 and 5 percent of her feelings, or else his feelings for her actually cause him to treat her worse because
.:SLOW:.Time p a s s e s.:SLOW:.3 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
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.
RedShe looks at me, brokenRed9 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
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
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
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
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
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
Counting Awaytwenty one.. twenty twoCounting Away1 year 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
Satan Is Dying What should a priest do if he were to find Satan himself laying beaten, bloody, and broken in a ditch? One would think the answer is simple. Any priest should leave the villain to die on the side of the road and be happy at the good fortune of the universe, right? Wrong. A wise priest would stop be the bleeding prince of lies and think for a moment. No Satan means no Hell, another plus. Wait, if there is no Hell there is no damnation. If there is no damnation there is no punishment for sins, then the wise priest begins to realize something that never occurred to him. If fear of Hell is all that holds back sinning, then is the saint unnatural, inhuman and fearful? Is the sinner natural, human, and fearless? Then the priest realizes that he is lying to himself and his very human nature by being a servant of light, no a slave to fear of the dark. Disliking this train of thought, the priest begins to ponder the fallen angel before him. He thinks of all the sins that Satan has committSatan Is Dying4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
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
Forgetting The SkyI look downForgetting The Sky2 years 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
Fell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter NineFell Down a Hole -Jefferson x Reader-Chapter Nine9 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
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.
Always with Me Always with YouThe way their heads turn.Always with Me Always with You4 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.
Welcome to SICK!(Title)Welcome to SICK!Welcome to SICK!2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hello I am Professor Ludwig Von Drake. (Drake seems to be
inside a hallway)
Drake: I am a Scientist, inventor, and all around genius.
Drake: There is nothing I don’t know.
Drake: I am here to introduce to you my wonderful guests to the Scientists
and Inventors Community Kernel or in short SICK. Like it? I decided the name
myself. Soon you will meet the three founders and head SICK members of the
group. Then I will quickly go over who the other SICK members and assistants
Drake: In the first of the three founders and leaders I give you the pleasure
by getting introduce by me is my long time good friend and somewhat rival: Gyro
Gearloose. A duck who has invented many things…
that I of course could have invented first but being that I am modest … (someone
off camera: cough/not/cough) (Ludwig Von Drake is not
paying attention to the comment or aware of its existence
Things I can't do at Hogwarts120 Things I am Not Allowed to do at HogwartsThings I can't do at Hogwarts6 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'd like to see the stars, fall...1 year 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
Clipped Wings Ch 1DisclaimerClipped Wings Ch 13 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