PunkEnglandxGrimReaperReader Too Much To Ask For 2PunkEnglandxGrimReaperReader Too Much To Ask For 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING! THERE IS SOME CURSING IN THIS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ IT! Otherwise, enjoy~!
"You have set your heart on haunting me forever." -Panic! At The Disco
Arthur's eyes glared at you from the other side of the mahogany coffee table as you gently sipped the tea he had kindly made for you. It was kind of surprising to you that he, Arthur, a scandalous punk, would be drinking this sort of thing. Although, it was pretty good. And calming.
The room around you was almost as surprising as the fact he drank tea. It was fairly homey, brown walls, soft white couches without a stain on them. Even the paintings of multiple places around the world sprawled around the walls looked sophisticated, and oddly, nothing screamed ridiculous as you'd thought it would have. In fact, the only thing that looked remotely punk material were the guitars that were strung up on the two walls beside the f
At Odds.I suppose there is something of my polar opposite tucked away in me.At Odds.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Critically analyzing tearing away the very essence,
shearing away layer by layer...
To compare to this and that,
to dismiss, to outwit, to outcast...
The divine light and gift,
the glory of my own.
Within us all not to be hidden, but to be shown.
Happy Birthday Little AlfieHappy Birthday Little Alfie4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~"No better way to start off the day then with a nice hamburger!" Alfred was singing in his merry chaotic tune while cooking some hamburgers on his grill. "Today's special too so I think I'll make some extra to celebrate!" He laughed while adding more hamburgers to the growing heap beside him. (This was truthfully of comical heights)
~Squawk! "Oh almost forgot you want some too girl?" America chuckled when she just chirped again. If a bird could drool that's exactly what she was doing. "Alright here you go Liberty." He sighed as he threw few hamburgers in her cage.
~She was a beautiful bird in all truth. Perfect feathers, amazing muscles, beautiful voice, and she always loved to keep Alfred company in the loneliest of times. (That included horror movies)
~Alfred smiled as he finished the last of the hamburgers. He could tell today was going to be amazing.
~He walked out on the busy streets of New York which he had flown to for the special occasion. It was amazing in his opinion he was
RD and Dave: Debate Dave's nameRD and Dave: Debate Dave's name3 years ago in Settings More Like This
YOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE!
▼: who are you
▲: Name's Rainbow Dash.
▼: im dave
▲: Oh. Dave. How boring...
▲: You really should think of getting more of an interesting name.
▼: holy fucking rainbow dash
▲: Try making a nickname or something!
▲: That's my name, don't wear it out.
▼: im a fan of your work
▲: My 'work'? You mean my super duper flying skills or what?
▲: Well? Speak up!
▼: yeah again
▼: your a cool pony yo
▲: Cool. A fan eh? Heh, nice to meet you then.
▲: Yeah, I know I am.
▲: Only the coolest, really.
▲: So what's up? Doing anything interesting?
▼: something we have in common: being cool
▲: Is that so?
▲: I think I'll be the judge of that.
▼: and nothing much really chats been dead
▲: Well if you really are 'cool', then what's with the name 'Dave'?
13 WordsYour lips,13 Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sardonically in control,
I feel your breath
scented with coffee
wrapping around me
as your hand dances across my skin,
in that hot soulful gaze
that demands my surrender,
the mysteries of my body,
the soft touch
striking just the chord
as you play me like a lute.
You kiss me
and with the blood pounding in my ears,
I turn off the light,
and blanket myself with all of you.
Through the windowMe: OMG THAT'S SOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!Through the window4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Haunt: IKR?!? And it took me FOREVER to draw, but it's SOOOOO worth it!!!!! ^^
Me: I wonder how they'd feel about it....?
Haunt: Oo I don't wanna know.
Me: Yeah, good point.... you might end up in 7 different countries at the same time.
Me: But anyways... SO CUUUTE!!! *fangirl squee*
Freddy: *leaning in doorway to my room* Okay wtf are you two girls screaming so much about that DOESN'T involve me killing both of you?
Me: NOTHING! Nope...nothing at all....
Haunt: OO Is that him?
Me: Yeah, that's Freddy. Don't worry, he's a total sweetheart, always loving and caring and SOOO compassionate for other's feelings.
Freddy: -.-+ Stfu, bitch.
Me: See what I mean? So caring and compassionate... ^^
Freddy: Yeah, come a little closer and I'll show you my 'loving' side. *evil grin*
Me: -_- Perv.
Freddy: *nods to Haunt* And who are you, girlie?
Me: You can just call her Haunt.
Freddy: Oo Haunt? Why Haunt?
If I Really Knew YouIf you really knew meIf I Really Knew You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd know my favourite colour.
You'd know my place of birth,
My favourite food,
My favourite place on earth.
If you really knew me
It wouldn't be a thought.
You'd know what I do,
All the hobbies I enjoy
And my biggest fears too.
If you really knew me
You'd know I wonder how it'd be...
If I really knew you.
England x Neko!reader Did You Drink The Coke?England x Neko!reader Did You Drink The Coke?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello? Arthur where are you?" (Name) yelled in the very empty basement. Sighing she realized that he wasn't there in his magic room. (Name) looked around and saw a coke bottle, "Oh lookie might as well drink this before it expires." She chirped happily drinking the dreaded coke. Upon finishing it she went upstairs and sat on Arthur's couch waiting for him to return home slowly she started to black out.
'Well finally I'm home and now I can give that git Alfred that coke,' he snickers thinking. 'Yes this will be perfect and he will be so humiliated turning into a neko that the others will laugh at him,' he thought in total bliss entering his house and going to the kitchen to make tea.
Yawn! MEOW!!!! Huh meow? I got up and shrugged it off and went to the kitchen and saw Arthur at him stove making tea. Smiling a cat like grin I snuck over behind him and BAM GLOMPS!!!!!! He fell over with me on top.
Fiolee On the Edge of InnocenceFiolee On the Edge of Innocence3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on Cake!" I yelled, shrugging on my green backpack. "We're gonna be late for our jam session with Marshall!" She was running especially slow today. Probably because she didn't really want to go. I pushed the thought away and snagged a piece of toast that had popped out of the toaster. I took a bite out of it, wincing as it burned my throat after I swallowed it. It was still steaming as it reached my stomach. I knew it was early but I kinda wanted to spend the whole day with Marshall. I probably sound like a total girl now...
"I'm coming baby cakes," Cake said as she slid down the ladder to the top floor of the tree house. "I'm bringing my dulcimer." I rolled my eyes as she slid it onto her back.
"Does it really take that much time to get it?" I said, annoyed.
"Did he say to come this early?" she said, changing the subject. "He may not even be awake yet " I shrugged.
"I'm sure he won't mind. Besides he said we could come over any time"
Third Moon From the Moon"Don't jump, I like being with you". They always argued, that was why she was leaning forward, out over nothing, knowing that if she did this the voice would go away. The shout of a mother sounded, shocked and desperate, as she began to fall, a smile forming on her face, no longer would she be a burden, but soon she would be no more, they would both be no more, she and the voice. The voice screamed, at last it understood what fear was, and suddenly she felt joy as she hung in the air, watching it fall and hit the ground. Then she flew, up towards the sky, the air flowing through her long brown hair, making her feel wonderful, up past the sky towards the moon, but she was not going to the moon, but the moon's third moon. It was a wonderful place, no voices or shouting mothers, but why did it feel wrong and empty, she had rid herself of the voice, she would no longer hear her father cry, nobody would be hurt because of her anymore. She was alone at last, but it felt wrong, as if she didThird Moon From the Moon5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
EnglandXReader - The Pirate's Bride C5EnglandXReader - The Pirate's Bride C53 years ago in Romance More Like This
He walked away from you, inside of the ship. If you didn’t figure out why he wanted you to remember so badly, then you were either (1) running away or (2) stupider then Alfred. He sighed. He still couldn’t believe that he actually kissed you. He was so in the moment and so hurt at the same time that you didn’t remember that he just did it on impulse.
He sighed and walked past his cabin and continued down the hall. He wanted to get lost. He wanted to get lost inside of his own ship. But that was impossible. He knew this ship like the back of his hand. He knew how to get everywhere, where everything was. He ran a hand through his hair. He was going to have to apologize to you. But, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it yet, not after he just kissed you and walked away.
He clenched his fists. No. He wasn’t going to apologize. He was just going to try harder to make you remember who he is to you. Once that task was completed, he would make good
i think most people would call you a regret.you're the mistake i'd gladly makei think most people would call you a regret.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the rest of my life.
but i'm just a few saturday nights
back in november.
the lace curtains drowned in the rain.you told me i wasn't allowedthe lace curtains drowned in the rain.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to write poems about you anymore.
but it's like when my doctor tells my hands
not to shake;
i can't control it.
distilled.and i just can't get over the factdistilled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of how much you taste like whiskey
drenched in rain.
you're bitter and sharp and snide and wild
and i know just how far i should run away
and erase those periwinkle eyes,
but all i want to do is stand outside with you
at 3 am
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
YouYou can't write a poem when you are in love--You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not in the sense of trying to capture what you feel,
What you see, what you desire because there is only so much that can be said.
A simple syllable which grabs the tongue in a choke-hold,
Suffocates the senses and drowns out any other thoughts of logic,
Until every math equation, grammatical structure, and fine pieces of literature
Your Heart Puts Up WallsOld wounds, old scars, old memories,Your Heart Puts Up Walls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But our hearts still bleed.
They still remember the pains from the world.
They still carry the burdens with them
Wherever they go.
Every once in a while they will get a chance to breathe.
They will get a chance to start over,
And hope for the better this time.
But your heart can only handle so much,
And eventually it has to put up walls,
So that it doesn't get hurt any more than it already is.
You put up walls around your heart,
And only let a few people in.
Some hurt you more,
But all you need is that one person to change everything.
In the end all those old wounds become new wounds,
All those old scars become new scars,
And all those old memories become new memories.
You have to be willing to go through the pain
To get the best results in the end.
Luck LuckLuck3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I step out into the road,
Hear a screech of tyres,
I'm told I'm lucky to be alive,
I tell them all they're liars.
Laying alone on a hospital bed,
They tell me the cancer hasn't spread,
They tell me I'm lucky to be alive,
I tell them I never want to survive.
I'm told they got here just in time,
But the overdose was a plan of mine,
They say one more hour and I'd be dead,
Couldn't they leave me alone instead?
Cutter's Lullabye Cutter's LullabyeCutter's Lullabye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
Pull razor blades across my eye,
Push red hot pins into my arm,
Now the voices bring no harm.
Yes We Can Yes We CanYes We Can4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking at your skin, all they see is scars,
They fail to see your heart trapped behind bars,
But I see the pain locked within you,
An agony you show to barely a few.
And I'm standing by you every single day,
To chase these demons and thoughts away.
All I want is to glance and catch a smile,
Look around and see that once in a while,
To live without these knives in our lives,
It's all going to happen while everyone survives.
The bloodshed can stop, and I'm taking the dive,
And when we're done we can all feel alive.
One by one, ditching these unholy blades,
As the days pass, it feels like life cascades,
But together as one through all the tears,
Listening to overcome all of the fears.
metamorphic.being a ghostmetamorphic.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
has lost its appeal
and i just want to slip back into the autumn warmth
of human skin,
but that sweater
no longer fits.