Benson Goes Crazy And StuffBenson Goes Crazy and StuffBenson Goes Crazy And Stuff5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A "Regular Show" Fanfic
The blue jay and the raccoon were spending yet another afternoon ignoring their usual duties. While some days it's been wrestling a stuffed doll or playing video games, today they decided to be a little more daring and do something a little more audacious.
Mordecai and Rigby were going to just sit on the couch and stare at the blank TV in front of them; hands folded neatly on their laps, sitting up straight, backs against the furniture's cushions.
Just. Doing. Nothing.
"What are the two of you up to now?" The two young workers immediately recognized the voice (along with the sound of gumballs jingling around inside a jar) belonging to their boss, Benson. While they didn't move a single muscle to look, they figured he had walked in through the front door of the establishment, and could tell that he was slightly peeved.
"Nothing," they replied truthfully in unison.
A heavy sigh came from the gumball machine
ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 7Scene 1: If the Espada hosted documentaries...ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 75 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ulquiorra: Goddoes he truly exist?...No he doesn't. Goodnight. *walks off*
Nnoitra: *walking in the desert in Hueco Mundo* And it was here, several months ago, that as me and Nelliel faced off for Round 2... Nelliel...shat herself.
Grimmjow: Catsare they truly badass? F*CK YES, GOODNIGHT!!
Szayel: 12:30 pm. Aizen does not expect the pleasant surprise of finding me in his bedroom butt-naked and tied to his bedposts...
Harribel: In today's episode of 'WOMEN TODAY', I will reveal the latest women's poll, in which they were asked: "Are men worth it?" ....99.9% said 'F*ck no!' and a very sad 1% said 'yes'. May God have mercy on her soul.
Scene 2: Yammy battles Yoriuchi and Uruhara in his and Ulqui's debut.
*Yammy is owned*
Ulquiorra: *thinking* *sigh* If you want something done properly, kill Yammy before you start.
Scene 3: Things you would never hear the Espada say...
Grimmjow: Hey, Kurosaki, would
ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 8Scene 1: Soul Society By-Election, featuring Espada and some other people.ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 85 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Announcer (aka, Ichigo's dad, Isshin): Alright! Welcome to the Soul Society By-Election!So far so good with the turn-outI managed to get my son outta bed with only a brick to the crotch this time!
Ichigo (offscreen): MY KIDS ARE GONNA GET YOU FOR THAT!!
Isshin: Ha ha!...Kids! They're so funny. *narrowly avoids being axed by an overly-large cleaver resembling Ichigo's Zampakuto* Ahem. On with the proceedings! We have five main contestants tonight, all groups headed by a member of the Espada. Well, the members who aren't confirmed dead or in rehab. Oh, here come some of the candidates now.
*Ichigo walks up beside Isshin, still annoyed about the crotch-incident.*
Isshin: Oh, hey son! You're part of the 'Strawberries Are Cool' Party, aren't you?
Ichigo: Yeah. Starting to regret letting Yachiru choose the party name.
Isshin: Any comments on how you're gonna win the campaign?
ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 14DEDICATED TO ULQUIORRA, RESIDENT EMO AND BAT-PLUSHIE OF HUECO MUNDO...AND GRIMMJOW'S SEX-SLAVE!ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 145 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scene 1: Introducing...
Ulquiorra: Well, it's about time. And for the record, I am not Grimmjow's sex-slave.
Grimmjow: *off-screen* Yes you are!
Ulquiorra: *passively* Yes, dear.
Grimmjow: Damn straight!
Ulquiorra: And if anyone spreads the word, I will emo them to death. Enjoy the episode.
Scene 2: Ooh, burn.
*Ulquiorra is walking down the corridor in Las Noches faster than usual, wanting to avoid Nnoitra at all costs before the over-sized sperm cell engaged him the most disturbing conversation known to man. Suddenly, Nnoitra appears before him in all his skinny, spoony, perverted glory.*
Nnoitra: Hey there, Giggles!
Ulquiorra: *deadpan and staring, unable to believe how much the universe hates him* ...Hey.
Nnoitra: I wanna share something with ya!
Ulquiorra: *looking horrified* Oh god, please, nothing about your violent sexual exploits and your drunken rampage thro
Unabridged Nostalgia, mark iiUnabridged Nostalgia, mark ii5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had hair brown, skin as white as snow
Still filled with more than enough of a youthful glow
I was a young man, barely thirteen, in a time where children were ignored
A boy not concerned with time, reason, rhyme, or reward
Life seems opaque, after many glances
We come to take, more than chances
Life seems to be, less than easy
Time and time again, it's like running against the grain
I ran across the back cobblestone streets,
by the unpopular old little cafe we used to meet,
I've seen and saw you eying me,
I'd simply asked you if you'd want to hold hands, and our lives spiraled out of control
More than they'd ever been before, I'd met you
Continuing on is important
But the paths we end up taking
sometimes seem aberrant
From our predetermined advance
Life is certainly more than a concrete dance
You and I used to play on the river side,
Unbridled joy knowing, but not for how long, we were free to love
Love each other despite the standards, play away without the obstacles
Growing up can b
-the connection-ships passing-the connection-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing more than
the briefest of glances
what might otherwise exist
on any other day
Words you can't say.Words you can't say.4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Words you can't say.
You don't want to say.
Nobody will ever say those lines.
Burned in your head like the thorn on a rose.
So I will write it.
Because that's what I can.
Shit. Censorship is fucking overrated.
I feel really bad right now.
Just like the thorn on the rose.
Ah, fuck it.
Nobody cares about the thorns.
From Whence She CameBack down to the sea-floor she goesFrom Whence She Came4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the coracle-clusters and starfish that
clamour, cling to her heart too tight,
walking barefoot towards where she
came from. It is too hard walking on
earth, the way she wears pain like a wedding ring
Back down, down, crawling on her belly
on the forest-floor, alive with the buzz and crawl
of worms and bird-prey. Back where she belongs with her
crazy palpitating wolf-heart, her bloody
deer-throat leaking in the snow, her yellow
eyes in the dark.
Back down, beyond subway trains, piano lessons,
falling rain, from whence she came, to the snow-covered womb
where she first gulped air.
Back down to a place before wildflowers,
fish on land, back to a locked box
full of old souls, from whence
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.A Bloody, Stupid Miracle2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
Dragons BloodYou are an art journal,Dragons Blood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all scraps of paper and profound quotes
of those you say "I'll fucking know one day",
because you love to shock me
with even more profound profanities
and those watercolor fingers
you use to shut me up.
Gently. Always gently.
You leave me moon-eyed;
Dragons Blood still lingering
in the wake of your
heartbeats against mine.
this is not a suicide notewhat would change if i left?this is not a suicide note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you wear your sadness
like a bullet-- raw and fresh and
slung, chafing, into solemn chambers;
or would you swallow it down
to poison your lungs,
steal your breath & dissolve
the remnants of me?
would you smoke yourself out,
a pyre of anger in one fist
smouldering with resentment--
unfueled but hot and bright and
burning our love to ashes;
or would you hang it,
trailing, coiled around your neck
where it will catch, untenanted,
on shards of me and tighten
to choke you?
would you throw in the towel
and jump, too, unfettered
without my soul;
or would you just breathe butterflies,
an exultation of relief and gratitude?
Dream OnA dream can beDream On4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.
A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.
A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.
A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.
A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.
Beware of this, dreamers
and Dream On.
It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did so with a click of a mouse,
and a press of a key.
Through the computer,
my “harmless” words assaulted your
The next time I bullied,
was easier than before.
Like a loaded gun,
I hurled my harsh words at your
Like a bullet to a brain,
your emotions exploded,
and flooded onto the ground,
like a gentle rain.
After that, you become stoic and emotionless,
dressed in black,
and scarred your wrist like rugged train tracks.
I thought it was funny, so I decided to cruel,
I punched, and shoved you,
made you out to be the fool.
This time was harder, because you didn't react,
you allowed me to hit you, and you refused to fight back.
So harder I tried, I pulled your hair, I called you gay,
and I treated you unfair.
I kicked you in the ribs, nearly broke your back,
and through all of my assaulting, you refused to fight back.
I guess you couldn't take it, I guess I went to far,
for that following weekend, you stabbed your right arm.
AbusiveGrip my neck tight and don’t let it go.Abusive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgetting to let me breathe.
So I can taste blood, as I bite my lip.
Today is the day I please him.
With my innocent body.
“Admit you like it”
Rip my heart out, and drink the remains.
Then chain me to the bed, a neck with scars.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
Pitied by the daytime, it’s when vampires like you sleep.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
I just want to rip out your wicked heart.
Please forgive these tears running down my cheeks,
I swear I’ll devoid myself of all emotion.
Ah, I will moan when you command.
Listening to every will.
“I love you”
It hurts so much, the whips and chains.
I hate being tied down like this.
“I love you too.”
YouYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
Alone in this world.Are you okay?Alone in this world.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
It Didn't Reach The Ground...It Didn't Reach The Ground...6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
UnknownUnknown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She admires the damage in others
Her twisted form of jealousy.
The breaking of a heart
And the touch of a razor blade
The only true pain she has ever known.
Her heart reaches for broken souls
Taking them into her cold embrace
To amend for her sick envy...
Her guilt for being ordinary
Knows no bounds.
As she clings to injured hands
Wishing to heal them
Wanting to be like them.
Her reason for which
Is still Unknown.
An Equilibrium in NihilismThe raw, brutal nature of the essence of existence may be hard to accept, but the truth is not derived from our wants and our hopes, it is not made through our optimistic aspirations, but acceptance of reality. When you find yourself in a state of absolute melancholy, and absolute state of depression and pessimism, you understand the nihilistic nature of the universe. This absolute pointlessness leaves reality a sickening place, but it is only at this state, where you can achieve what no optimist will ever find. Freedom in an uncaring state of equilibrium.An Equilibrium in Nihilism3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You see the pointlessness of everything, that eventually it shall all be lost and forgotten, be destroyed by the passing of time and the cruel power of science and existence. However, in this pointlessness you discover something remarkable, unthinkable to those who cannot understand, a unification of everything that exists in this meaningless; as everything is pointless it is equal in pointlessness. Before you lies a communism in nih