~Wet Nose~ Rocket x Reader (GOTG) (Y/N) POV~Wet Nose~ Rocket x Reader (GOTG)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
I sat on the cot, my knees up supporting my paper that I was sketching on. Who was I sketching specifically? The one and only Rocket Raccoon. It had been a year since Quill and the gang had picked me up in the middle of the Galaxy. I can't remember what happened to me but I do remember Rocket's sweat from his wet nose falling on my face immediately waking me up, and him yelling "ANYBODY HOME?" in my already sensitive ears. But I didn't mind. Quill snapped at Rocket telling him to give me some space and was met with Rocket snapping a witty comeback like always. I had come to love Rocket and his witty comebacks. Quill and Rocket, I learned later on that they never got along that much. But when they did it was BIG--like "I save your ass you save mine." However before I arrived apparently fighting was an everyday thing for Quill and Rocket it usually ended up with Groot restraining Rocket while Gamora talked some sens
Euphrosynedawn.Euphrosyne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
when the sun grows weary,
she tucks it into bed with her brushes
and crimson-golden paint.
she sings songs while the stars
roll and tumble down the edge of night.
the moon wiggles in her teacup,
she sips carefully, pensively;
the man in the moon plants warm honey kisses
inside her mouth.
and they grow into peals of strawber
untitled.shut up.untitled.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just because you
hide behind pretty
words & stone smiles doesn't
mean i'm going to do the
i have the soul of a
& when i run
with the wolves,
no longer matters.
all my demons out
the next time you attempt
be ready & waiting.
See your Inward EyeIn an ever-changing world,See your Inward Eye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
faster and faster every day,
you may have lost your way,
overwhelmed by the events;
We are busy the whole day,
thinkin about the bills we have to pay,
thinkin about the things we'll never see,
or what others want us to be;
In our minds wandering,
no time to play,
no time to create,
we just keep frantically running;
But there's something inside you,
something that can make a grey sky turn blue,
something that can make a dull city breathe,
that can make you stop clenching your teeth;
And I here begin to wonder:
"Have you ever stopped to drink some tea,
Have you ever stopped to simply close your eyes and see?"
DiamondsHidden within every storyDiamonds3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is a plethora of diamonds
Some are clear
And glint brightly in sunlight
I clutch them to my chest
And polish them
Keep them with me
Sometimes when words of dust
Are brushed away
Therein lies a black diamond
Blotched with rust
And swelling with fissures
They glint just as brightly
And I keep them with me
Blanking Out The Bad DaysI don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughtsBlanking Out The Bad Days2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As this means missing out on whole days
In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by
Which tells me this is not just a phase
But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe
They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass
Their turpentine optimism is misplaced
As my future begins to fade like brass
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days
But of late I do not have much choice
See anytime someone asks if I’m okay
A tremble can be heard in my voice
Somehow though I always keep it together
Like a jigsaw laid out on a table
But when I am alone I fall to pieces
In a box with a ‘parts missing’ label
I don’t like to keep blanking out the voices
But they question each decision I make
And lure me into troubles as if they’re a puddle
When they turn out to be a lake
That is always just one foot deeper in depth
Than my fragile frame is tall in height
And I know if I keep blanking out th
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
I Am The Mighty!I Am The Mighty:I Am The Mighty!2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember this tale, from a time of brutality; from whence I would have gladly murdered a soul. For the fragile seek to transcend their pain, but ever are they poisoned by it.
This man I remember had called himself ‘Mighty’ and I watched from the stands as he delivered his speech. “You are the fools!” he cried to the audience, “for even as you mock me, I am whole. Through tragedies I've suffered, through pain I persevered. I am a greater man and your words may never hurt me.”
Fool, is what I thought, for he seemed to take pride in this display. The crowd cheered him on, patting him on the back, but to me he lacked conviction. For I saw through the sham in his boast and I knew that his demons would haunt him again. This time a little earlier than needed.
“Yes my friends, I am a damaged man. I have been broken before and my spirit shattered,” he continued to ramble, as I drew close to him.
Gravity Falls- Baby PinesCharesa put the last carboard box full of stuff down. "That's the last of them," She told Harold, her husband.Gravity Falls- Baby Pines3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You sure?" Harold asked, pointing to the box in the corner. Charesa hadn't noticed that one before. She slowly inched towrd the box, not knowing what was inside of it. She suposed it might have been some other blankets or sheets or something. Suddenly, the box SWOOPED open, and out came two little children.
"Supwize, mommy!" both kids said, giggling.
"Dipper? Mabel?" Charesa asked. She bursted out laughing and picked the twins up. "What were you two doing in there?"
"It was my idea!" Mabel stuck her arm up and waved it.
"That's a lie!" Dipper said, smiling and giggling.
"Yeah, it kinda is," Mabel giggled.
"Well, I think it's about time to go to bed," Charesa said, holding the two children close to her.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!" both kids cried out.
"Not yet!" Mabel said slightly kicking her legs.
"Not yet! Not yet! Not yet!" Dipper pleaded.
"Now, now," Charesa said calmly. We all had a
F1 The Man Behind the WaxIt started one morning in early August when Dipper and Mabel went downstairs to breakfast. Grunkle Stan wasn't up yet, but they were hungry so they looked through the cupboards to see if there was any cereal or anything. That's when they got a surprise.F1 The Man Behind the Wax3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pancake mix?" Dipper took out the box. "When did Grunkle Stan pick this up? And on that note...why did he spend the money?"
"Maybe he's just been feeling bad about not giving us enough food." Mabel smiled.
"I dunno...anyway, the box hasn't been opened yet so I think it's safe." Dipper opened the box. "Want some?"
"Do you even have to ask?" Mabel grinned.
Dipper grinned back and started heating butter in a pan. While the butter was melting he then mixed the mix in a bowl with the extra needed ingredients. Fortunately their mom had taught them both how to cook so that they could make a snack or meal whenever they wanted (which was often in Mabel's case, especially when it came to the sweet stuff). Dipper then poured the batter slowly int
Let's PretendLet's pretend we've never been harmedLet's Pretend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never been lost
Never been afraid
Let's pretend we've never been hurt
Never been cheated
Never been alone
Let's pretend that we're on fire
That we're together
That we're okay
Let's pretend that we're not suffering
That we're not bleeding
That we're not ashamed
Let's pretend that the world is ours
That it owes us everything
That it won't betray us
Let's pretend that we are free
That we can see
That we are fine
Let's pretend that we won't die
That we'll live a lie
That we'll keep on pretending
Let's pretend everything will be all right
Let's pretend nothing will go wrong
Let's pretend that we'll forget
Let's pretend that we'll move on
Let's pretend that we'll keep living
Let's pretend that death is gone
Let's pretend to keep pretending
That way when pretending's over
We'll be dead
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gravity Falls LyricsWelcome to gravity falls!Gravity Falls Lyrics3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i have read of its mysterious past
this town is more then just dirt, i have to remain alert
what is it that this book lacks?
What was that 3 letters back?
will this town bring our demise?
but it made me realize!
.i will not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love for fear
and if a
ivy, i'll cut it
EmotionalEmotional11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you were beside me
Id slip my arm around your waist.
If you were beside me
Id lean over and kiss you with my eyes closed.
If you were beside me
Id tell you 'I love you' one thousand times--------and mean it.
If you were beside me
I wouldnt have to write angsty poems to get through the day.
But, youre not beside me.
So I must remain a prisoner of my own mind.
Slaving over a pen and paper.
Ranting and raving
in my little black book------my own secret world.
Which is unleashed to the world amidst a flurry of criticisms.
Well, screw meter ,
This is not poetry THIS IS MY LIFE!!
All We Got TonightI am still fallingAll We Got Tonight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deeper with each breath
that draws me
closer and closer to you,
to that place
where I can feel your hands
grasping at my fingers,
cupping my chin,
urging me to show you something...
there is something
that you really should know --
I am not in the business
of giving up
and I'll damn sure never
are coming with me.
Come to me love,
the way your dreams carry you
through those dark walls
like yellow sun into my blue skies,
awash with warmth
endless as the ocean
that is beating hard
against the dam of your lips,
to where we become submerged
in one another;
I'll never let you sink
lower than my eyes can see
if you will just
allow yourself to fall,
just fall with me.
I am beginning to believe
that we are wishing
on the same star,
that we each feel in every part
that has the urge to ache
for one another
and I am hoping that your eyes,
your glorious eyes,
can see that I've
Helpful Little Fireflies Sam's hand was on hers, gently guiding it so that she saw what he had been seeing all along in the dark sky. Her back was pressed against the thin blanket they had spread over the grass, and a few random sticks and rocks were pressing into her back, but she couldn't bring herself to notice, or care, as her attention was focused elsewhere. Mainly on Sam's voice.Helpful Little Fireflies6 years ago in General More Like This
"See these right here?" Sam whispered to her, his breath tickling her hair as his finger pointed toward a line of stars, "Orion's belt, right there". His hand was holding hers and tracing her fingers across the sky.
"I see it." She said, keeping her voice as soft as his. The crickets chirping around them and the occasional firefly made their whole situation very picturesque, but was somewhat ruined by the line of headstones behind them. She sat up and glanced back at them, making sure this night wasn't going to turn into something from a horror movie. Feeling foolish, she looked back at Sam to find him gri
The Royal Protector.It wasn't just affection he had for her.The Royal Protector.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Corvo became the Royal Protector when the Empress turned 13 (even then people thought her stubborn for taking a whole year to choose her bodyguard.) Young man, boy really, from Serkonos, only few years older at age seventeen,was 'given' to the soon-to-be-empress to show the good will and approval of the isles (and the pirates, let no one lie to you) when she was visiting the city of Karnaca on her first royal voyage. To the young lady the guard was no more than a watchdog, meant to intrude on her life. To Corvo, it was the only thing he was trained for. And he was trained in many things.
The public and nobility, as they tend to, instantly put the two as lovers once the young princes refused her first fiance arrangement. Corvo did not care much for rumors, insisting to stand in front of his lady's door no matter what 'people' said. (In one of her outbursts, Jessamine broke her guard's nose when she slammed the door right in his ever passive face
WindowsThe entry to the soul,Windows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the objects that always tell the truth.
Eyes that judge.
Eyes that love.
Eyes that hate.
Eyes that wait.
That simple orb,
with an array of color.
Eyes that are cruel.
Eyes that are perfect.
Eyes that are regretful.
Eyes that are broken.
eyes are never the same,
be it emotion or color.
Eyes that close.
Eyes that open.
Eyes that freeze.
Eyes that burn.
That simple color-filled orb,
that shows the soul filled with love,
or that can be cold as ice.
Eyes that are filled with hope.
Eyes that are filled with confusion.
Eyes that are filled with sadness.
Eyes that are filled with nothing.
As bright as day,
but as cold as ice.
Eyes are that small window
into the soul,
that we always try to hide.
Please, Don'tPlease, don'tPlease, Don't3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't realize
What will happen if you do
You speak to thousands
But you listen to no one else
Cut that wrist again
What pain you cause me
You scream for help
But you do not accept it
Don't make me
Build you your coffin
I don't want to paint you
With my misery tears
Don't do it
Life has so much more
To offer you
Just give it time
And times a bitch
But happiness will come
And trust me, it's worth the wait
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but