We Need FeminismWe, a global society, need feminism.We Need Feminism3 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Visiting India for the first time in 1996, I saw my boy cousin use a Barbie-pink backpack we had brought from America. The sight was as foreign as cows wandering the streets, tails swatting the ubiquitous flies. My mother explained that pink for girls and blue for boys was an American obsession. In a small town where growing girls were expected to wear dresses or longer pants, no one gave a damn what color they were, although everyone had an unfortunate predilection for neon.
Luckily, I'd spent my childhood in blues and greys because the only person who bought my clothing didn't like pink herself. My clothes came from the boys' section. I got cars, Legos, K'nex. Not as many video games as I'd wanted. I had to play Mortal Kombat on the boys' consoles, thankful that the only other girl in our social group wasn't around too often. She liked dolls and, unlike the rest of us, cried to get her way. Nobody told her to man up.
We do not need bigotry or
Does You + Me = Love? Chapter 1Authors Note: Hey everyone! Its KawaiiKitsune95 here! I bring you, my first UtaPri fanfiction! It's a Yaoi, so if you don't like, don't read! Simple! I do not own UtaPri, or any of their characters. If I did, there would be Yaoi EVERYWHERE!Does You + Me = Love? Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Does You + Me = Love?
Ittoki has always asked a lot of questions. The day Tokiya decides to answer one of them, is the day everything starts changing. A multi-chapter fic, rated M for later chapters. TokiyaXIttoki. Implied RenX Masato, and NatsukiXSyo.
Chapter 1: The Dream
All men of action are dreamers.
Tokiya Ichinose blinked away the bleariness of concentration; said concentration being interrupted once again by his noisy roommate. The loud beat of music met his now-focused ears. Obviously, Otoya had taken off his headphones, which only meant one thing. Tokiya let out a sigh, building up the patience required to deal with Otoya. The boy was a pain. Always being loud, and nev
Orion de Shout Out- Eng. TranslationThe point of going mad through rough shadow mindsOrion de Shout Out- Eng. Translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who am I? In a moonlit night of darkness I have seen
A pleasant dark wind, a dazzling shining sky
I paint out the picture late at night
I'm sure you and I are near shadow and light
Real or fake? Even I'm not sure
Black? White? Why? Why? My heart reaches out
Shout and it seems to color
Orion in the night sky has kept me burning
Dictates if any good lives in the flames of my heart
Scratch it all out, good and evil and pretentious statement
The kiss, supposedly full of good warmth, is empty
Where is "love"? A hug through dawn
Only these angel lips
Why not? devil heart
The overflowing smell of fruit
Prevention of hope, the despair locked inside
I shine some more if pretending
Lose my way, tomorrow and today
But I hesitate through serious truth
Dreams and love, all the feelings in a black hole
The wish may not be what I really wanted
The answer may fight with two of their own
When your dream becomes my own
The Dos and Don'ts of Fan OCsWhen someone really gets into a story, they like to imagine what it would be like if they were in said story. This leads to the birth of something known as "Fan Original Characters" - original characters that are designed to work with an already created universe/story of which they are a fan of. However, more often than not these characters are absolutely ridiculous, coming off as a Mary Sue or Gary Stu. These OCs try to do too much at once and often leave themselves no room to develop. In many ways, they're designed to be overpowering. This doesn't make for a good character though. So I'm here to go over what you should and shouldn't do when making a fan OC.The Dos and Don'ts of Fan OCs3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
When reading, please keep in mind this refers to when you first make your OC, not later on in their story. At the end of it all, I'm going to give two examples, one being a good fan OC and one being a bad fan OC, both created by me.
1. Create unique but not overpowering skills for your OC.
The biggest problem in fan OCs i
Mistletoe kissMistletoe kissMistletoe kiss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
england x reader
Everywhere you looked was snow. And from the sky it was falling as well. God you loved it!
The trees had lights and couples holding hand in the park. You could even dance on the frozen lake. Your friend, Alfred, invited you for his Christmas party this year. It started in just over an hour and you were close by his house. But you didn't want to go there yet so you went to the park.
You looked at the couples who were making out or walking hand in hand. 'Dude! You'll meet someone when you come over this year!' you thought as Alfred words spun in your head. 'It's my bro from England, and that dude needs a girl!' you softly laughed at those words from him. And the face he made was just so dramatic!
Why were you his friend again? Oh yeah.. 'cause he came up for you as a 'hero' in high school. Plus he made you smile whenever you were around him. He was more of a big brother to you.
In your red coat you finally made your way to h
Safe Bet - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter TwelveTrailing the dirt path that led to the exit to the grounds, she pulled her jacket closer to her body as a cold piece of air swept across her. The path had been enclosed by soft tree branches that clung to one and other, tangling in their own embrace.Safe Bet - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter Twelve11 months ago in Romance More Like This
It had been ten minutes since she had managed to escape the wedding; dodging goodbyes and the prying eyes of the other guests. She managed to sneak out of the front door, mentally sending apologizes to both John and Mary.
She wished that she could stay longer, remain until the end of the wedding, but she had to find Sherlock. She had to make sure that he hadn't managed to get himself into god only knows what trouble.
She had attempted phoning him from her mobile, but he seemed to be ignoring her calls. She had left several voice-mails; asking him where he was and if he was okay and she would meet him back in the apartment and they could talk about it when either of them arrived home.
Strolling through the path she couldn't help but have an
Life of a fallen angelI am a fallen angel,Life of a fallen angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell from the skies of
and landed on Hell.
I was lost,
until I met you,
you were a perfect weapon
You and I were unbroken,
we even decided to
set the world on fire.....
Until the day betrayed
I was so upset that
I even lost my wings,
In the end I realised
that you were using me,
and for that I will never
let you seal my coffin.
I hope you remember
my last goodbye,
because that is the last
good memory you will
I hope you burn in your home,
in the fires of Hell.
This is Called ThiefshippingTitle: I Believe This is Called ThiefshippingThis is Called Thiefshipping5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Bakura explains to Marik what Thiefshipping is. YGOTAS-based. Heavy on the fluff despite being a comedy.
Author's Notes: Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series is the property of LittleKuriboh. Thanks to LK for being awesome!
"I believe this is called Thiefshipping," said Bakura.
"You believe WHAT is called WHAT?" asked Marik.
"Thiefshipping," said Bakura. "It's the concept of the two of us being attracted to each other and then having sex with each other. Often times, during the sex, knives and blood are involved. I like knives."
"The two of us...hey, I told you, I'm not effing gay!" said Marik defensively.
"Oh, come on, you're really not fooling anyone. Besides, my gaydar led me directly to you. How do you explain that?" said Bakura.
"Oh, the gaydar that you use because you're secretly very lonely?" Marik shot back.
"I, uh, said that out loud,
ShipI missed you todayShip1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I regretfully say,
My feelings are tides
moving every which way
The image of you
shall be washed apart,
As the shore and the ocean
do gently depart
And the way that my feet
left prints on the sand,
Is the way that I felt
when you held my hand
But it's time to move on,
this ship's found new land,
The anchor is sunk,
and I will withstand
England x Reader x America It's Raining AgainEngland x Reader x America It's Raining Again2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
England x Reader x America
It’s Raining Again Chapter 1
It was raining, grey clouds covered the sky. The blonde stood there rain pelting him and his clothes, he was getting drenched to the bone. But he didn’t care. As he looked across from him he saw him, his enemy.
Dressed in his nation’s uniform, he stood ready to fight. At one point in time he might have looked nice, but now covered in a mixture of sweat, mud, and rain water he looked anything but. Although he a fiery look in his eyes, and I knew why. It was me, he wanted me dead. As for him, I felt indifferent I didn’t want to kill him.
He was a great fighter
He had friends and family back home
He didn’t know anything he was just a kid
He had so much to live for
He was my brother
My brother but there he was his golden locks stuck to his face his azure eyes narrowed in determination. And he was pointing his gun at me.
I woke up with a cold sweat and s
SilenceThe silence is always the worst. It's everlasting and leaves you blind and makes you nothing but prey; weak, stupid, blinded prey that never stands a chance. Noise is a blessing these days; it's a hope, a warning of what lurks in the shadows. Of what's coming for you. We lost, it's just that simple. They crushed us like the ants we were to them and all we did was scream and deny the reality as our world crumbled before us, our empires became dust under their grip. For days, the screams and the pain continued to consume us, it was all we could do. But eventually, the noise just faded away until there was nothing but the silence. They have no real name, no words were ever uttered from the beasts, they had no reason to try and talk to us, we were their meat and they were our end. With all our ego and proud claims of being above animals, being superior to them, it is all we really were. Animals that finally found their predator, they chase us, they catch us and then they devour us, there iSilence4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Book of Life ~Chapters of life are always unpredictable, but filled with events and scenarios where you get introduced to a lot of different characters. Later in the story they might become recurring characters, main characters or what they call “character of the page” which is people that just say hello and leave. But the tensions with all these characters make the book of life very exciting, mysterious and scary.Book of Life ~5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You are the main character, and the lines get written as you go. All the decisions you make through your life will decide how the story continues. But for sure, when you die, there is no continue feature. So it’s very important to fill out those lines with the most exciting and fun you can think of. The only sad thing would be never publish it, or let other experience it. But funny enough along the lines of life you will share some of these chapters with, both by making some and tell the previous ones so they can get knowledge to your story.
But take into account that th
Fiolee (Page 1)Fiolee (Page 1)9 months ago in Romance More Like This
(Right after the Bad Little Boy episode)
Marshall Lee: “Oh Fionna…”
“What’s up little M?”
“Marceline! How long have you been here?!”
“Oh, long enough to see your pitiful attempt to get her to admit she likes you”
“I know she does, I just don’t know why she won’t tell me”
Marceline floated down to sit next to her brother. “Dude, you realize that she’s 15 right?”
“Yeah and I’m almost 1,000 years old. There is always going to be an age gap between us.”
“Well duh” She playfully smacked the back of his head. “What I mean is that your body is physically an 18 year old and you’re thinking like one.Fionna thinks and acts like a 15 year old. She’s not interested in boys, at least not the way you’d like her to be.”
Marshall sighed again slowly lowering his head between his knees. “I know, but really care about her, more than a sil
DisappearDisappear from the heart and memoryDisappear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Disappear, release me from You
Disappear, despite old desires
Let me forget about heaven
Disappear, despite I need You
Disappear- intelectual and emotional conflict
Disappear, despite I kiss You in dreams
Go away, but not for eternity
It hurts, when I'm close to You
It hurts, when I don't see You
I love You, I always will
I will, even though I hate You
Mirror ~“Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful of them all?”Mirror ~10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not me. That is what I think each time I look in the mirror. The feelings from my past has failed me before and made dark memories inside of my brain. The feeling of not being the one she wanted. Rejection came and rejection came again. I was never called handsome, sexy or anything such. People were kind; they didn’t call me ugly either. They just kept their mouths shut, for once.
So many times, I wish I was different, that I had another body build. So that perhaps she would not reject me? But what is beautiful? I never knew. All I did know is, I’m not part of it. So each time I look at myself in the mirror my heart silently cries.
In today’s society, you need to have the perfect eyes, be skinny and wear both make-up and fancy clothes that isn’t comfortable or affordable. But if I don’t do this, they will not like me. Why is that? What if I could just be beautiful for someone?
I'm Blue (Poem)I'm Blue (Poem)7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Blue. But so are you.
Look at the sky and look at the sea.
Whenever it rains, whenever we freeze.
Blue is the common pattern of everyone.
I walk around the street and see them stare, before they ignorantly leave out of fear.
A society that don't care, makes me question of why I'm here.
Blue is the common patterm of everyone.
Even as much as I would love to change, I never managed to arrange.
So I remain blue, together in this world with you.
Blue is the common pattern of everyone.
GrimmIchi: In SicknessTitle: In SicknessGrimmIchi: In Sickness5 years ago in General More Like This
Author: Black Storm Van Pendragon
Pairing: Grimmjow / Ichigo
Rating: T [some swear words]
Genre: General romance
Summary: Ichigo and Grimmjow rediscover their feelings for each other, in a small way...
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and I make no profit from this. I write purely out of fun and sheer boredom of it all -that and the lack of a GrimmIchi fix.
"GOOD MOOOOOOORNING I~CHI~GOOOOOO~!!!"
"Rise and shine my so---"
More silent pause.
"You've a fever".
Damn Keigo from the pits of hell -doesn't his family know better than to send their sick son to school? Ichigo cursed and rolled around to get comfortable, almost forgetting about the cooler pack on his forehead as it slid off and fell down to the floor. Ichigo sighed with an inward groan, he pulled out his hand from the confines of his blanket weakly and proceed to
You are UGLY ~“You are fat. You are ugly. Why don’t you kill yourself?”You are UGLY ~10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
The dark terror that is hidden in our community, we can see signs of it every day. And the affection this gives on a lot of people are not the results you would like to see. How would you like it if I came up to you and gave such “compliments”?
I’ve noticed in our community there are people bullying each other each day. I have friends that have been trying to end their lives. Cutting them, taking pills and even ropes. Why is my question?
I think a lot of this is fear and power. We don’t really care much for one another in this world, so I’ve noticed. There are of course the outcasts that treat each other with respect; it should be more of those. Instead of people that need power and create fear to feel mighty. Could there be reasons that they had been bullied from the past? Who knows, there are plenty of reasons for things to happen in this world, but I still don’t understand
Three roses (Valentine special~)You yawned, rubbing your tired eyes as you slouched into school. Maybe having an anime marathon wasn’t such a good idea after all... You wondered, dropping your bag to the floor as you twisted the numeric combination to your locker. Prising it open with a metallic squeak, you yawned sleepily once more, picking you books up to drop them into the corner.Three roses (Valentine special~)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A flash of colour caught your eye however, in fact several bright colours. Placing your books to the side of the curious things, you picked them up to examine them out of the darkness that lurked in the inside of your locker.
Three roses lay on your palm; one a bloody crimson, another a pristine white and the last one a vibrant lapis lazuli colour. Blinking in confusion, you looked around almost certain that these had been put in the wrong place.
When you turned back to your locker, you spotted a note. Picking it up, you set the roses down safely on top of your books.
Please meet me behind the school when the day is over.
You X Louis TomlinsonAs everyone in the pub counts down the last few seconds before midnight. When the clock strikes twelve midnight every in the pub screams and shouts," Happy New Year!"You jump up and down in excitement.You X Louis Tomlinson2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then the whole moment is ruined when some guy bumps into you and knocks your glass of beer out of your hand. You watch as your glass falls to the pub's crowded floor. You walk over to him and spin him around. He asks," Ummm ..May I help you?"His British accent makes you melt. You realize who he is .. He was Louis Tomlinson. You only remembered him because he and those four other guys covered your little sister's walls. You completely forget why you had come over in the first place. So you say," Ohhh Ummm never mind. You start to walk away, but he stops you by asking," Hey, can I buy you a drink?"You say," Well it is pretty late" he cuts you off," Ohhh come on I haven't got to buy a pretty girl a drink all night." Thos words coming from him made a smile sneak up on y
Moments - Chapter TwoMoments - Chapter Two1 year ago in Romance More Like This
UPDATE: Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles from One Direction were in a car crash a week ago today. Louis has been in a coma since that night while fiancée Harry walked away injury free. Their management has sent out this statement, “First we would like to thank their fans for all their support they have sent in and trending “GetBetterLouis” and “WeLoveLouis” worldwide on twitter. This is a difficult time for everyone in the band and family members. Louis at this time is stable and will wake up when his brain is ready.”
“Louis… I love you. Please return to me,” A deep raspy voice called from the darkness. Louis? I questioned…. Who… Wait that voice I knew that voice. Something deep down told me I knew but I just could not put my figure on it. I felt a squeeze, “Boo. Can you hear me? Please try to squeeze my hand.” I tried locating my hand… my arm… my anything but the darkness
My Name is Maya - OneshotMy Name is Maya - Oneshot3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My name is Maya.
I don't know how old I am.
I am different to most people.
I can channel spirits.
Talk to them
And let them use my body as a host.
I have a father and a mother.
Whom I both love very much.
But the person who I love most.
Is my older sister.
Daddy died before I got to know him.
And soon after, Mama left me.
I don't know why.
Was it something I did...?
But still, I was happy.
Because I had Mia.
She was the one who taught me everything.
How to count, how to channel
How to love.
I have an aunt.
She doesn't seem to like Sis and I very much.
I don't mind though.
I also have a cousin.
Her name is Pearl.
I call her Pearly.
And I love her almost as much as Mia.
Mia went to become a lawyer.
She said that it was to find Mum.
I said that I would do everything to support her.
She promised to call me whenever she could.
It's been several months now.
I remember how she rang on the morning of that day.
I had missed her so much.