Aizen the Four-Eyed Dork It was a boring day in Hueco Muendo, so Ulquiorra the Espada had started to do some thinking. It was a little new to him, since Yes, Aizen-sama and No, Aizen-sama were about the only words he knew, besides his own name.Aizen the Four-Eyed Dork7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, you couldnt really blame the Espadas. These were people who had never seen Sesame Street. And there werent many educational things in Hueco Muendo either.
Ulquiorra started to wonder about something. In fact, the desire to know the answer became so great that Ulquiorra got up and left his room to go ask Aizen.
Aizen-sama, I have a question. Ulquiorra walked into the throne room.
Aizen looked up from Shonen Jump, which he had read about fifty times, and started to push up his glasses. Oh yeah, he didnt have glasses any more.
A Funny Catholic StoryLittle Mary Margaret was not the best student inA Funny Catholic Story8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Catholic School .
Usually she slept through the class.
One day her teacher, a Nun, called on her while
she was sleeping.
'Tell me Mary Margaret, who created the universe?'
When Mary Margaret didn't stir, little Johnny who
was her friend
sitting behind her, took his pencil and jabbed her
in the rear.
shouted Mary Margaret.
The Nun said, 'Very good' and continued teaching
A little later the Nun asked Mary Margaret, 'Who
is our Lord and
But Mary didn't stir from her slumber Once again,
Johnny came to
her rescue and stuck Mary Margaret in the butt.
'Jesus Christ!!!' shouted Mary Margaret and the
Nun once again
said,'Very good,' and Mary Margaret fell back
The Nun asked her a third question...'What did Eve
say to Adam
after she had her twenty-third child?'
Again, Johnny came to the rescue.
This time Mary Margaret jumped up and shouted, 'If
you stick that
damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it
on seeking solace in strangersAnd she felt like homeon seeking solace in strangers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her arms gave
way to the sand
castle of her
i loved her for it
she was a dragon
of a girl
beneath her eyes
from the corners
of her lips
like a faulty tap
to me she was beautiful
like those obscure
lapses in time
at 3.25 AM
with her legs
stretched across the
smoking my cigarettes
as she let her words
into the quiet
s p a c e s
she still sparkled
with this rebellious
twinkle in her eyes
and those eyes
they felt like home
all the doors
Bleach-Hichigo-Ichigo-Boredom"Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke......"Bleach-Hichigo-Ichigo-Boredom5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"QUIT POKING ME, HICHIGO!!!!!"
"Aww... but I'm bored..."
"I don't care! Go find something to do!"
"But I am doing something, King..."
"Something besides poking me!"
"Aww... King's no fun..." Hichigo got off of the bed and walked out of the room, letting the other teen finish his homework. It was about an hour before Ichigo decided to check on his 'too quiet' hollow, which meant one thing... trouble. He got down the stairs and heard a crash, and he ran to the hallway, but before entering the main room, Hichigo came out, glaring at Ichigo with a threatening look.
"What was that? What are you doing in there?" Ichigo tried to look over Hichigo's shoulder to see what was going on, but Hichigo just smirked and kept on blocking Ichigo's view.
"No. ya ain't allowed ta see." Hichigo shut the door with his hand then proceeded to push Ichigo u
Rules of the Akatsuki1. Anything yaoi-related is strictly prohibited from the base.Rules of the Akatsuki7 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Yes, even PeinxKonan.
3. None of the Akatsuki are gay.
4. Itachi is not a girl.
5. Neither is Deidara.
6. Or Sasori, no matter how funny it is to think so.
7. Kakuzu is not a drug dealer, nor is Zetsu made of weed.
8. Konan is not a whore, and will gladly kick the ass of anyone who thinks so.
9. Tobi in no way resembles Darth Vader.
10. Nor are the six bodies of Pein to be considered his Clone Troopers.
11. The Bijuu are not Pokemon, so please refrain from singing the Pokemon theme song on missions.
12. Even if we are trying to "catch 'em all.
13. We will not be addressed as "Team Rocket".
14. Hidan is not a vampire, even if his hairstyle resembles Dracula's.
15. Sasori is not a drug addict.
16. Even if he looks like one.
17. Refrain from glomping others, as it may be dangerous to your health and well-being.
18. Neko-chan is not to be reffered to as Magical Nyan Nyan Taruto, or any of the Tokyo Mew Mew characters.
Ways To Annoy Bleach10 Ways To Annoy The Bleach CrewWays To Annoy Bleach7 years ago in Humor More Like This
(Not that I'd ever do any of this, *wistels suspicously*)
1. Tell her that Ichigo spies on her every night and holds a mirror under her mouth to "make sure the midget was breathing"
2. Release a thousand Chappy Bunnies and tell her that if she dosen't catch them all soon Ichigo will get them
3. Pretend to spill hot choclate on her wedding dress and run for your life!
4. Tell her to watch "Kudjo"; then make Ichigo scare her; watch the fun
5. Tell her that Ichigo bought her a Chappy for Christmas and watch her destroy the house
6. Tell her to sing the Chromatic scale as fast as she can; watch how many times she gets tounge-tied
7. Pin her giant bang up and then smoothe the rest of her hair so hard that her eyes bug out
8. Show her fan websites...espically hentais
9. Find episodes and screen caps and tell her that someone's spying on her
10. Tell her that she reminds you of Alice Cullen and ask her to bite Ichigo ^^
1. Undress in front of him
'my Night''my Night'4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make constructs
draining the light
of an eccentric candle
but suddenly the night moves
into an impossible morning
and dreams dissolve in the wake
of an atomic sun
ImaginaryImaginary10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Whenever he felt his heart shiver, he imaginary stabbed it with his imaginary dagger; anything just to keep it in there, cold and unaffected, away from the feelings which once betrayed it. But this attempt proved too difficult for him… his heart just wouldn't stop feeling… now possessed by the purest joy, and the next moment overcome by utter bitterness and hatred. The source of all evil, the true reason for what he had become in the past few years, was this uncontrolled weakness, this overdose of sensibility, the complot of his mind and soul which brought his life to ruin.
But this was not the last of him! He was too good to waste into nothingness just like that… to be just
Red planet."I think we lost him!".Red planet.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nadia wiped away the red dust that was encrusted across the helmet of her envirosuit. The plastisteel visor subtly dimmed as the scorching rays of the twin suns poked above the horizon. Her pupils sharply adjusted to the sudden influx of light; she was dumbstruck by the unfamiliar landscape that lay before her. Far above her, the sky burnished into a deep terra-cotta, and for a second, it became impossible to distinguish anything. No land, no sky, no horizon. Nothing. The void wrapped itself around her allowing, for the first time since the crash, her mind to relax. Simple pleasures were hard to come by, so this moment of quiet reflection stirred a long forgotten yearning for home comforts: chocolate, fresh water (opposed to the synthcycled fluid she'd become accustomed to) and her bed.
Glancing at her wrist, the chronocom's screen flickered into life.
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
My LenoreAs I sit on my bed,My Lenore5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness overtakes me,
Smothering me with its grips
Until nothing remains.
A hull of sensations
Lethargic in my place.
Who can I call, I wonder,
When the embers dissipate.
"Is it always like this?"
A voice coldly questions,
"When a heartache begins.
Will it be like this?"
I nod to myself,
Not fully knowing the answer.
The pain in my heart,
Responding like a canker.
My Lenore, as I dubbed her,
Unmoved by my cries.
By the window, I stand,
Of the home where we once thrived.
"Nevermore!" says the raven,
So shrill, devil eyed,
In the darkness past the threshold
Where it stood the night you died.
"Nevermore!" it bellows, laughing,
While a tear forms in my eye,
As I settle in my holding,
Left only to question: Why?