What You Don't SeeYou say I'm cute or pretty or even hot, but you don't know anything.What You Don't See4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You don't know that I hate taking showers cause I have to look at myself.
How much spandex and compression type clothes I wear.
That I wear baggy clothes for a reason.
When you yell at me for calling myself fat,
Do you know I suck in my stomach all day long?
Do you know that I call my feminine curves, boobs, and fat?
Do you know that I hate how I look feminine and masculine?
If when I walk I jiggle, I am fat.
If I weigh more than average, I am fat.
I HATE how I look.
That's just how it is...
It's a Curse: Notes on Eric ThedrialSo. I feel like Eric's up there with Tom as a character who comes with a lot of technical baggage I've never publically unpacked. Read on for a tale of god-complexes, monstrous curses, hunts and rampages, massive abuse of the ageing process, and history's worst case of polyphagia.It's a Curse: Notes on Eric Thedrial4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Welcome back to the Network, a world made of worlds connected, when not by simple geography, then by dimension-puncturing portals. We're going somewhere we haven't been before. The land is Nimisia, the year is, by our calendar, 1611. Gammon is a prosperous little city-state amidst a mess of prosperous little city-states and if rolling countryside, charming forests, and sparkling lakes are your thing, this is a peachy place. Well. If you aren't a peasant. We are in a time of serfs and lords.
If you are landed gentry however, sunny are your skies, green are your horizons, your cup floweth over. You live in a palace with colorful flags and people who take care of things and are generally free to socialize
She's Perfect to MeWhen I watch a movie with my arm on the back of the couch, I wish you were in my arms.She's Perfect to Me4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And in every movie when there is a main couple, all I see is you and me.
In the movie theaters when there are couples cuddling, I am jealous as hell to see them.
When I lay in a hammock in the sun reading a book, I wish you were reading one lying next to me.
I think of that couple from Up sitting in chairs, holding hands, and reading their books.
I really wish I had a hammock of my own so I could lie and read with you.
When I hear a song on the radio about love, I wish I had a better voice so I could sing them all to you.
I think of all the romantic poems I've read and they all remind me of how I feel for you.
I look back at all of my failed attempts at writing for you and wish I could have done better.
When I see couples holding hands or kissing or cuddling, I want to cry because I know we can't.
I get more jealous than anything when I see happy couples that don't have to hide anything.
I would wish
I Lost My HeartMy love has gone, my yearning passed.I Lost My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lost my way, I lost my heart.
I didn’t care to guard it well,
Now it is to be found nowhere.
Just now I thought I had it here,
But only emptiness remains.
It didn’t shatter, didn’t break,
Just disappeared and left no trace.
Oh, tell me why I couldn’t be
The one that lasted evermore.
Oh, tell me, couldn’t I be good
Take better care of what is dear?
But love, alas, I lost my heart
Forgive me that I didn’t see
How swiftly it escaped my grasp
And left this place forevermore.
I lost my way, I can’t go on,
There’s nothing left worth fighting for.
I lost my heart, and I’m afraid
Without my heart I cannot love.
Where has all the magic gone?For as long as I can remember I would wait and stare at my hands until they emanated a magical glow.Where has all the magic gone?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I would jump and wish that I would fly.
I would stare at a rock and will it to move, but after hours of willing the rock never budged.
I am now sixteen.
I am no longer the same child of five or six.
Why can't I give up on the illusion that my life is a fairy tale?
Every person is meant to find joy in their life.
What if I don't find joy in teaching children to read?
What if I do not find joy in counting out the infinate digits of pi?
What if I want to feel the exhilaration in soaring through the sky, feel the adrenaline of moving an boulder and throwing it thousands of feet, what if I wait to feel the pride of achieving something only found in myths?
The saying goes "write what you know", how far deep in the minds of authors is the knowledge of magic, or superhuman abilities?
How had humankind forgotten these magical tributes that define us?
Why has the earth become such a plain, simple
The Gay Rights DebateThe Gay Rights Debate:The Gay Rights Debate4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why Gays Shouldn't Have Rights
Did you know homosexuals aren't actually people? They are merely organisms mocking the human body, but have a few key differences. One is obvious: these creatures enjoy having sex with members of the same gender. Another good example is that homosexuals don't have blood like ours; their blood is a highly corrosive acid. Seeing as homosexuals aren't really human, these creatures should not have any rights. However, some people believe these creatures should have rights, some specific examples being the right to marry or the right to adopt our children. This, however, would make no sense whatsoever, because only humans should hold these rights.
For one, homosexual marriages would change the foundation of society. Marriage is an institution of church and state, which is not at all separated by any document governing our land. Besides, religion's influences on marriages haven't changed at all. Jews can't marry interfaith, and div
Ice - Chapter 3(LokixReader)Years have passed and you just graduated from college. You are twenty two years old, and ready to begin your normal life. You've kept your powers on the down low pretty well. No one but S.H.I.E.L.D., the Parkers, and your cat Sasha know about them. You've grown up a lot since your parents died. You went through a lot of counseling about it, and it's been tough over the years, but you've beard through it. The Parkers, Emily and Richard, have been great guardians, but you could never call them your parents.Ice - Chapter 3(LokixReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As for S.H.I.E.L.D., you get yearly visits from them. Agent Coulson (who insists you call him Uncle Phil), visits every year on your birthday to check up on you and see how you are doing. It's nice to see him, he really doe steel like an Uncle to you.
Your cat Sasha has grown up from a mischievous kitten into a fat lazy cat. She never does anything but eat, sleep,
Jak kwiaty polneKażdy z nas jest jakimś kwiatkiem:Jak kwiaty polne2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fiołkiem, Różą, czy też Bratkiem.
Niby coś dla świata damy,
równie szybko też konamy.
Flowers in Hell #4Flowers in Hell #43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Augh" Ciel whimpered, leaning over the side of his high chair, his little arms reaching towards the floor "Mew?" Sebastian lifted his head off the table, the lack of sleep over the past few nights were beginning to get to him. His usually sleek black hair was sticking up in a variety of cow licks. Beneath his red wine eyes, deep black marks had firmly set in. Not to mention that the lack of sleep had left him utterly exhausted.
"What's wrong?" He asked wearily. Ciel looked up at him, his petite ears twitching cutely. Sticking his thumb into his mouth, Ciel leaned over the high chair again, looking at something on the ground. Sighing, Sebastian leant under the table. On the floor near Ciels chair was the small red dummy. It had been a vain attempt to help Ciel, and in turn himself, sleep at night; So far all Ciel seemed to do was drop it though.
"Alright, I'll get it" Sebastian quickly soothed; he didn't have the energy to deal with a crying cub right now. After giving the
PhantasmaPhantasma4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Authors note: Phantasma is a sequel to CATULUS for any new readers! I don't really know about the adoption process so I made it up. I hope you guys like this!
"MR SEBASTIAN!" The clumsy maid sprinted into the kitchen, a letter in her clasp "I found a letter, yes I did" Sebastian looked up from his paperwork. He had decided that he could get at lest a quarter of the thousands of adoption forms done while waiting for the Masters, no, for Ciels dinner. The maid had shattered the precious peace he had found.
"Addressed to whom May-Rin?" He sighed.
"To you and the Young Master" She hurried over. The piles of neatly stacked papers swooped of the kitchen table, fluttering across the floor.
"Really, May-Rin" Sebastian massaged his temples "How many times have I told you not to run inside the house?"
She hung her head low "Sorry Sir" She muttered, placing the letter onto the table and kneeling down. Her usually overly excited face frowned as she read one of the forms.
"Adoption?" The maid
Bruce Banner x ReaderSnow Patrol ft. Martha Wainwright - Set the Fire to the Third BarBruce Banner x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"This time, I'm not coming back," Bruce murmured.
"Don't go," she whimpered.
"I have to," Bruce yelled. She shied away, his abrupt change in tone frightening her. "Exactly! You're terrified of me."
She watched as he shoved the door open and ran. He didn't even look back.
He ran faster, knowing that he wouldn't make it out of the city without problems. He could at least try. But he failed. The green creeped up his arms. He was scared of himself, and he hated himself for everything. But there was no end to the pain; he'd already tried that. He didn't remember the change, he just knew that he wasn't himself anymore. No, not Bruce.
He tore through the city, crushing a few cars in the process. At least everyone got out of his way. There was a field, rough dead grass ruffling in the wind. The giant plopped down, shaking the many trees surrounding him. The snow began to bite, the fla
[Reo x Mai] Our Perfect Christmas, Ch. 1The following is a Sono Hanabira fanfiction.[Reo x Mai] Our Perfect Christmas, Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It contains two women in love [Yuri, f/f, lesbians, shoujoai, etc.], and some mature themes.
I look out the window of my room to see the white flakes of snow falling gently to the ground. School is out for the holidays, and last year, I would have been more than content to sleep in and simply relax. But ever since I met that girl last spring, I've had a drive in me to be with her. To be with my lover.
"Reo..." I whisper as I place my hand on the cold glass.
My name is Mai. Sawaguchi Mai. And I've been in love with Kawamura Reo for a long time now. She lives alone, and her parents live overseas. It was her decision to stay; she fought her parents to stay for my sake...No, for our sake. I love her, and she loves me. And that's why I'm going to make this Christmas the best one Reo has ever had.
I make my way downstairs to see my mother sleepily preparing breakfast. I let her know I'm going t
Her Distant SongThere was once a fox who lived a solitary life, secluded in his own little valley. Lately though, he could hear a vixen's wail in the distance, across one of the mountains that bordered his little homeland. He thought it the most exquisite sound. The strange, haunting beauty in her voice as she called. The way the wind carried her song across the stone crags, to his waiting ears, filling his idle mind with visions of it's composer. He could see her, perched on a jutting rock, her head raised, drinking in inspiration from the stars, her brilliant red coat---no, she was probably dark and mysterious--illuminated by the last rays of light that had escaped through the teeth of the pines as they bit into the Sun. She was sitting there alone, he was sure, her melancholy tones seemed to suggest, and perhaps, he selfishly hoped, she was actually lonely. He would go one day and find her, he told himself, but the mountain was daunting, and he hadn't yet even found the courage to answerHer Distant Song5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This