The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.The Super Hero Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.
Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.
Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.
Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.
This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.
Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the pa
Belief.Belief.Belief.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in place
And that this something does not have a form, figure or face.
From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be described
And although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.
They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.
Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.
What if confirming its p
Germany x Reader - The Tale of a Spy!!! Part 8Germany x Reader - The Tale of a Spy!!! Part 8Germany x Reader - The Tale of a Spy!!! Part 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
Today you went back to the base to continue your training and you had to admit it, it may have only been a day or so but you really missed Ludwig.
Back at the base things were pretty normal, in the mornings you would train with the rest of the soldiers and in the afternoons you would have your 'Special training' with Gilbert and Feliciano. Personally you preferred morning training, not just because you hated the special training but because Ludwig was in charge of it.
This morning he was running an obstacle coarse, you insisted he didn't take it easy with you incase it rose suspicions. The coarse started out stepping into tires, then went to crawling under wire in the mud, jumping over a wall, crawling through a small tunnel, which was easy for your small stature (compared to everyone else anyway), and finally swinging on a rope were Ludwig would meet you at the end. All of this was relatively easy for you, but in the last obstacle, as you
Safe and Sound: Bro/Dirk x ReaderBro Strider stood in front of the bathroom mirror of his apartment, not caring that his little brother would be coming home soon-to torture him about his clothes. Yet he really didn't give a fuck. "The things I do for some people..." Oh but this wasn't just 'some person', this was Bro's long time girlfriend, (Full name). Every time he thought of her, his first thoughts were 'When?'.Safe and Sound: Bro/Dirk x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
When would he go farther with their relationship? When would it benefit him? When, and where, was his time to ask her such a heavy question? Bro's heart skipped a beat at the thought of her smiling face, directly at him as he spoke to her and only her. Feeling his face flush at her eyes lingering on his a bit too long in his mind, he pushed himself back into reality at the same moment his brother cleared his throat. "Hm? Yea lil' man?"
The younger blond was leaning against the doorframe, one hand in his red jacket and the other holding...his...gift. Motherfuck. "Got a hot date, Bro?" A slight s
GermanyXReader Why? Chapter 3GermanyXReader Why? Chapter 31 year ago in Romance More Like This
(Name) stopped and turned to him.
"What's your Name?"
"(Name)" she said nodding. She paused at her door "....Thanks"
(Name) closed the door.
"How am I supposed to stay in the same ferry for so long...without bumping into him!" (Name) groaned
"If you tell some one that he's abusive then-"
"Shut it" (Name) snapped going red. "It's not as easy as that" she paused "Anyway...then he'll go to prison"
"SO? Good " Ludwig grumbled "After how he's treated-"
The two were sitting in the kitchen drinking coff
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENI will never know, but I would5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
Cinquains - TransgenderI standCinquains - Transgender3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
here before you.
Born in the wrong body. What will
is a façade.
The fact remains that past
our sex we are all equally
that's in my mind -
my true identity.
As opposed to sex what's between
I don't love you
at least, not because of
what's between your legs. I love you
real. When you recognized
and loved me as a transgender
my hand. For those
who differ in body,
mind, heart, spirit here I offer
Dirk x Reader: Merry ChristmasYour eyes snapped open with child-like joy.Dirk x Reader: Merry Christmas1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Holy shit, it's Christmas.
You hadn't gotten a tree this year, figuring it wouldn't fit in your apartment's low ceilings. But you had gotten some gifts sent to you in the mail from family and friends, and you couldn't forget about the gifts perched on the counter for a certain someone who lived next door.
You had harbored a silly little crush on Dirk Strider ever since you'd seen him walk into the complex the same day you did. You would've thought you had freaked him out with the staring, (what - he was cute, and his body was totally hot) but you two had become acquainted. You two didn't talk much, or at least not on a regular basis, but when you did you were always sure to make a mess of yourself.
You had bought the gifts on the counter for him; a new anime which had just come out, and a Rainbow Dash figurine. You had heard around that that was what he liked, and the few times you had been in his apartment you had caught glimps
Real boyI'm a real boy.Real boy3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hold doors.
I lead when I dance.
I let ladies go first.
I'm a real boy.
I like to rough house sometimes.
I like building things.
I like looking at cars.
I'm a real boy.
I'm real boy.
I'm just missing some parts.
I have a couple extra.
But I'm still a real boy.
I am.Ever since I was small,I am.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew I was different.
Not like the others.
I was scared and alone,
but just lived through it.
I grew up,
and knew things were going to change.
We were not just children anymore,
we were boys and girls.
I didn't want to hurt people,
not wanting them to carry my problems.
I could do it alone,
fought through all of it alone.
I could scream,
I could yell,
I could fight,
I could be angry.
But I kept silent,
everything was wrong.
Things aren't the way they were before,
I'm not a little child anymore.
I've learned about life.
About the good things,
the bad things.
The sad things,
and the happy things.
So I knew,
I could never be myself.
I needed to hide behind my walls,
behind my mask.
Memories were never there,
until I realized who I was.
I stopped pretending,
I was scared,
I was angry at myself.
I couldn't understand,
why I had to be this way.
But I am me.
Not a child anymore,
but not yet an adult either.
You are my sister,
the one who w
WITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-Once when she was little, she saw a boy in her own face. She saw him when she stared in the mirror, when she gazed deep into her eyes. She knew he was there, but she didn't know how or why. Every time she saw him, he was always so happy. She thought he was even a more attractive person than she was. She often wondered if anyone else could see him when they looked into her eyes. She was afraid people would find her strange if she asked and they couldn't see him, but she wondered if maybe somebody had someone else living inside their eyes too. She told her parents about this boy who was living in her. Her mother told her it was impossible. Her father said it could never happen. This confused her. She was sure he was there, she knew it! Her parents told her not to tell anyone else about it and to keep it to herself, so people wouldn't think she was crazy. She was sad, but kept it to herself for many years. When she was in junior high school, she kept quiet. She didn't speak of the boy thaWITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FTMSarah had just finished making herself a sandwich and was returning to her room when suddenly her dad, who had been watching TV, stopped her and said, "Sarah, mom called. She want you to call Grandma and thank her for the skirt she bought you."FTM3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sarah sighed. She had received the long blue skirt her father was referring to in the mail earlier that day, and was hesitant to call her Grandmother. It's not that she didn't like the skirt, it was just that Sarah had a hard time imagining where she would possible WEAR it.
"But dad, it's already nine o'clock." Sarah said quickly, trying to dodge a bullet.
Her father said nothing for a moment, then replied with, "Mom wants you to." And that was the end of the discussion. Both Sarah and her father knew that if mom wanted something done, it had to get done. That is, if you wanted your head still attached to your body when she got home.
Sarah groaned and trudged upstairs to her room. She put down her sandwich on her bedside table and picked up her
Gender DysphoriaGender Dysphoria,Gender Dysphoria5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an identity crisis
False impressions inside and out
Mind games for the chosen victim
Suffering from the lack of self esteem
Simple envy, but towards which gender?
A boy or a girl, what am I?
Maybe I'm just a freak
Emotionless people staring at me
Trying to guess,
But they don't see
Nor will they ever ask
What gender am I?
To who does it matter?
Friends shouldn't care,
what if I have a lover?
Whoever is involved,
needs to understand
I didn't choose,
What I am!
Coming Out Letter-TransgenderDear Mum,Coming Out Letter-Transgender4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I need to go to gender therapy for a very serious issue. I may or may not have gender identity disorder so it is very important that I go to this therapy and figure myself out and such. You're always asking me to go to a therapist anyways. DON'T TELL ANY CHURCH MEMBER, FAMILY MEMBER, DOCTOR....nothing it's just between you me and Veronica. I hope you understand and love me. I was never your daughter....I was always your son I just put on the dress and hoped that you would be proud of me, but not any more I just want to be me and only me. Shane was never a nickname it was always my real name, unless of course you have a better guy's name for me.
Shane Carter-Cheyenne Summers
p.s. Do you like the name I picked out for myself? I love you and please still love me. And I hope i can continue to live in the same house as you as your son not your "daughter". I will check this tomorrow or you can talk to me in the morning if you wake up early enough. I know this is a shoc
FTM dressingLooking at my naked self in the mirror, I sucked in my stomach and rolled my shoulders back, putting my hands on my hips. Then I looked at my hips. I swished them from side to side, trying to make them look smaller. I sighed and grabbed my clothes. Starting with the underwear, I looked at myself in the mirror again with just my black briefs on. Despite the hips and small "moobs," I looked a little more like a man. Then I pulled my binder over my head. I took a deep breath to make sure it fit right, and then moved my moobs around under it until my chest was as flat as it could be. I looked in the tall mirror on my door again. That was much better. My binder looked just like an undershirt or tank top so I as I dressed I was looking more and more like a "real man." Next came the shorts. I wore them low on my waist, but not low enough that my butt would show. Just like all the teenage boys were doing lately. It just kept getting better and better. I pulled a large grey graphic T-shirt outFTM dressing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But It Always Felt WrongShe sat in her room alone one dayBut It Always Felt Wrong3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wearing a tight fit t shirt and skinny jeans
Her hair pulled back in a pony tail
She stared blankly into the mirror across the room
She looked confused worried and scared
Her mom yelled to her from just outside the bedroom door
"Karli what are you up to?"
But she didn't answer
She just sat there
Karli wasn't there
But parker was
Parker sat there staring into the mirror
Uncomfortable in the close that just felt too tight
And missing the baseball cap he found comfort in
A tear flowed down his face as he thought about what they called him
It wasn't "Fag" or "freak" or "idiot" that hurt him so bad
It was "Karli"
Something that they have called him his whole life
But it always felt wrong
It always felt like an insult and only added more confusion
He closed his eyes wishing that when he opened them
That no one would call him a name that didn't belong
That he could wear the clothes that he needed to to be himself
That he could find comfort in his b
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 230 Day Trans Challenge: Day 23 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. How did you choose your name, and what names were you thinking about using and why?
Well I've always liked the name Kyle. Nothing really had me emotionally attached the name- I just have always really liked it.
I knew that I liked it completely when I went to visit my brother Nikolai you see. I took the train to the city to stay 5 days and nobody called me by Kyle. Or even tried to be honest. It was very annoying and I didn't like it one bit.
Anyway, I forgot to mention that I only had told a few people online and my mum who told my dad then told my sister Rosemary. My mum doesn't quite get it but is trying though when I told her she said in these words,
"You'll always be my beautiful little girl."
Which hurt alot for me since, No. I am not a little girl. I am a 14 going on 15 year old Guy. Sure my body says otherwise, but that isn't anyone's business other than my own. You know? Someone's body shouldn't be able to define who a person is.
I. Am. A. Man.Once upon a time, there was a little boy, and one night, when his mother tucked him into bed, he said, "Mummy, when I grow up, I wanna be a fireman."I. Am. A. Man.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His mother laughed. "You mean a firewoman, right?"
The boy looked confused. "No, Mummy," he said. "I wanna be a fireman. A fireMAN."
His mother shook her head. "You can't be, sweetie."
"Why not?" he asked, frowning.
"Honey, you're a girl," his mother corrected.
The boy was confused. A girl? How could he be a GIRL? He was a boy, and he knew it.
The years passed, and the boy became a teenager,
and the horror started.
His body tried to prove it was female, but the boy knew otherwise.
He knew he was a boy, despite the fact his body was rebelling and trying to say otherwise.
His mother laughed when she found out about his "monthly issue". "You've become a woman now," she said.
And then, every month, the boy would cry;
But even though he was scared of what his body was trying to do, and even though he didn't look it, he STILL knew;
He was a man
Kankri x Reader REQUESTKankri x Reader REQUEST1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I giggled, watching Kankri cautiously stir the cookie batter. "Kankri, you don't have to be so careful. It's not going to bite." "I am very well aware of that, (F/n). I just don't want to splash it everywhere and risk triggering you." I rolled my eyes, and let my hand wrap around his. I began to guide him in how to stir the batter, without a spill. "Keep up this pace, and do it just like I am showing you, alright? And you can't trigger me Kanny. I just love you too much to allow it." I saw his mouth open and close, and a red blush dusted across his cheeks. I giggled, kissing his cheek and pulling out a sheet pan. I grabbed a can of non-stick spray. I sprayed the pan, peeking over at Kanny. "I believe the batter is ready now, (F/n).." "Bring it on over then!" He did as I a
The BoyBoyThe Boy6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Once, there was a boy that was not like other boys.
He realized this early on.
His parents dressed him strangely.
His relatives treated him oddly.
The other boys put him on probation, but he couldn't run as fast. After that, they ignored him for a few grades.
(After that, they realized he had all the answers)
He didn't like running. It never seemed to work right.
He tried talking to the girls instead.
After all, they were the ones he was 'supposed' to be talking to anyway, who knew why.
It didn't go very well, to say the least.
They asked him if he was a "PIG", and he always got it wrong.
They giggled in corners about things of which he'd never heard.
At least the boys talked about real things, like rocks and soccer balls.
Girls talked about people he didn't know.
He didn't have many friends.
Soon he learned why he was supposed to talk to girls;
why they dressed him funny,
why he couldn't run as fast.
He was a 'girl'.
Look down, they said. You'll see. Boys look like this.
Not Female, Just ShinyI am a shiny male Nidoran.Not Female, Just Shiny4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I am called "shiny" because I am a member of my species who is differently colored from normal. Most members of my species are violet-colored, but my fur is blue.
Before people could tell the difference between male and female Pokémon, my species was classified as two, because males and females differ so much in our species. Females are smaller, with shorter ears and horns. As females grow up, they learn different things and evolve differently. The coloration between males an females is also different, which is extremely rare for a single species. The females are blue, while the males are violet.
But, sometimes, a male Nidoran is born blue, or a female Nidoran is born violet. As with all Pokémon, the chances of being born a different color are very, very slim. Shinies, as we are called, are prized among Trainers for our rarity and our unique coloration. But I have never felt rare or prized. I just feel wrong.
Because I was born in the wild, where Tr
Sweet Blueberry [John x Reader]Sweet Blueberry [John x Reader]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey there John!”
“Oh hey! What’s up [Name]?”
“Nothing really. I was just talking with Jade earlier about flavors. She prefers lime over grape, while I’m the opposite. What’s your favorite flavor?”
“Perfect for your eyes huh?”
“Wah? Oh yeah! Hehe, isn’t that something!”
“Are you going to be doing anything tomorrow?”
“I don’t think so! Tomorrow isn’t really too special is it?”
“I guess it depends on if you have someone special. I’ll see you later then, John!”
“Oh, erm, bye then [Name]! Someone special huh…”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, John!”
“Woah! Are these chocolate covered blueberries?”
“Yup! My dad likes them too, but when I saw them, I remembered what you said yesterday.”
“Now I feel bad that I didn’t get you something.”
Something you despisePush me back, hit the wallSomething you despise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kick my knees, make me fall
Why do you look at me whit those hateful eyes
Whatever I do, I will always be something you despise
Sure I can pretend I'm something I'm not
and then inside, feel like something rot
I wont take that, so I choose to stand up for what and who I am
But then you think you have a right to condemn
Who gives you the right to say that I'm wrong
I didn't ask for your opinion, still you tell me I don't belong
I know that every were I look there's not much people like me
Sometimes it feels like I'm standing in a big open sea
So sure I know I'm most of the time alone
By now I'm used to spending time on my own
But I'm taking my stand and I will not give in to your threats
And this will never be one of my regrets
You can't scare me in to backing down
If you think its so nice you can were that fucking gown
Trangst Poem - FTMThe girl who never was and the boy who cannot be.Trangst Poem - FTM5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A face unknown.
Hollow, Lacking, Vacant.
Bones grow out of place,
Bulging, twisting, breaking up straight lines.
a screaming pain that cannot be subdued.
It drips, smears, stains.
Confusion sets in.
Cells divide and concur,
an uncontrollable growth.
The heart longs to love,
but is trapped within a cage of bones
and mounds of flesh.
An unfamiliar home.
The mirror reflects lies,
which cannot be proven incorrect.
cannot view the falsehood,
of this perceived womanhood.
I've grown tired of lying.
And I've grown sick of telling the truth,
only to be told it's a lie.