To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,Dear Girls,To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Please stop playing the victim.
Boys are not always the cause of your problems, chances are, you are. You just refuse to acknowledge it.
The more you blame them, the more bitter and spiteful you will become. Stop destroying yourself from the inside because you cannot take responsibility for the mess you've created.
Stop playing the victim. Get up and do something about it. Crying won't help, nor will hating the opposite sex.
If you're tired of being called a slut because you love breaking hearts, than stop sleeping around. If you're tired of being called a bitch, than stop treating boys like shit. If you're tired of being treated as an object, gain some self-esteem. If you're tired of starving yourself because of a break up, that's your problem. We told you to eat, but you won't listen. You only blame it one him, but who destroyed the relationship in the first place?
Whither away like the twig you are if it makes you feel better.
Problems are problems, they all have solutio
PrussiaxReader for vampsandghostsA flurry of chaos broke through the still morning air – voices shouting, guns firing, people screaming. You gritted your teeth and ran faster, pushing your body past the limits of its burning legs and heaving lungs. Gilbert ran at full tilt right behind you as the two of your ducked and weaved through maze-like corridors and a hail of biting bullets.PrussiaxReader for vampsandghosts3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The year was 1946 – the year after the Second World War had ended, and the year of the Nuremburg Trials.
You skidded around a corner and saw the exit to the military complex in leaping distance, but ducked out of sight as more uniformed guards burst through the door with rifles ready in their hands. You grimaced and cursed under your breath. Turning to Gilbert, who crouched, panting, beside you, you held a finger to your lips to indicate utter silence. If those guards caught you… you'd both be shot on sight.
At the end of the Trials, Germany had lost most of his territory to the Allied nations – France, England, Am
Fallen.It had been a two years since Gilbert had died. Prussiathe once noble and strong, no longer existed and neither did Gilbert. You were beside him when he died. You were covered in blood, and so was he. Only difference, you weren't staring death in the face like he was. The bullet went straight through him... And you could do nothing to stop it from happeningFallen.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When he was lying in your arms, his red-violet eyes silently leaking tears, and his near white hair drenched in dirt and dried up blood, he weakly caressed your face. "You-," He struggled out, "Will keep Prussia alive When people forget who the strongest was . You tell them."
You felt tears fall from your eyes only to have them land onto his face, washing away a streak of blood. "Gilbert " you whispered. "D-don't leave me "
"Long-"he whispered, "live Prussians." He smiled weakly at you.
You were the first woman he ever truly loved. He took you on real dates. He hung out with younot b
88. AwesomenessDrifting down a river of beer, afloat a raft made of wurst... the sun glowing a healthy yellow above him, his skin prickling from the heat... reeds made of candy canes gracefully danced in the breeze... as a porpoise made of chocolate splashed at his feet... wait. A porpoise made of chocolate? There are no porpoises in--88. Awesomeness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"PRUSSIA!" Gilbert startled from his glorious dream, shooting up into a sitting position. He glanced around - where was he? And, more importantly, who had addressed him by that name?
"Uh... yes...?" He called back, taking in his surroundings. All around him were elegant paintings and intricate objects. He noted the couch he had been napping on looked as if it were worth more than a thousand kegs of beer. The fabric was a deep shade of blue, not unlike his stylish uniform.
'Wow... this house is awesome...' He mentally gasped, still gazing in awe at all the interesting things in the room. It felt so familiar, yet he couldn't put his finger on the owner. He
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part3You swore it, one day you'd have him trained.PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT, YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE THIS TIME!"
You bolted down the dimly-lit hallway in pursuit of your runaway roommate/boyfriend, holding at least three dirty bathroom towels in your clenched fist.
"I already told you, _______! I'M TOO AWESOME FOR THOSE DAMN CHORES YOU WANT ME TO DO ALL THE TIME!"
Gilbert could only laugh almost hysterically as you skidded after him as he turned a sharp corner. You swore under your breath as you glared after the childish German.
Doubling your speed he was uncharacteristically fast when he wanted to get out of something you shot down the dormitory corridor, ignoring the surprised looks of the various other students as you and Gilbert raced past them at warp speed.
"I refuse to clean up after you all the time!" you hollered at the albino, shaking the towels in your hand menacingly. "I'm not your bloody keeper or something!"
"But it's so much easier for you to do it!" Gilbe
British Seduction Chapter 6British Seduction Chapter 63 years ago in Humor More Like This
Alfred blamed his blushing on how warm the water was.
Not on the fact Arthur had kissed him before leaving.
Like...like that was just a normal thing to do or something!
"I guess he's really not mad at me anymore after all," He muttered to himself, grinning as he stripped off his clothes and clambered into the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his body. It was like he was physically washing away the last vestiges of jet lag, making him feel his normal confident, rambunctious self.
It was only after he'd finished washing (and noting the fact that the shampoo smelled like Arthur; a stupid thing to delight in, since obviously Arthur would use his own shampoo to wash himself, really) and gotten through towelling off that he noticed that he hadn't actually brought a change of clothes into the room with him. He frowned at yesterday's jeans, the idea of pulling his old clothes onto his clean body unappealing.
To Love a Pirate is Beneath Me Chapter 1Chapter One: Nobility is Better than PiratesTo Love a Pirate is Beneath Me Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Living an extravagant and yet unhappy life as a noble's daughter in England, you were not content with what you had.
That being, practically everything...
Jewels, money, fine dresses, largely decorated rooms to your liking, fine parties, invitations to balls, suitors that asked for your hand...yeah, you have everything, material-wise...
But, you felt empty, lonely and wanted something else...
One day, you were in the library, inspecting the books. A book fell from the shelf, as if calling for your attention.
You walked over and picked it up to see that it was some kind of journal. Ever so curious, you sat down and started reading it.
The journal was by your grandfather that had been a pirate. You didn't know much about your family ties, and learnt that you were from Spanish decent, something that greatly surprised you, since your father said he hated the Spanish...
Well, anyway, you kept reading the journal, absorbing every detail about your
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part5Blip, blip blip, blip, blipPrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part53 years ago in Romance More Like This
The steady beeping of heart monitors roused your sedated brain to consciousness.
Blip, blip, blip, blip, blip
It felt as though your head was stuffed with cotton wool everything was warm and fuzzy, and you felt sort of disconnected from your own body. You couldn't feel anything, though your drug-pumped brain couldn't process why.
You slowly started to regain feeling in your limbs, and were alerted to a slight pressure building on your upper left arm. Keeping your eyes firmly shut, you listened to the whoosh of the blood-pressure machine as it deflated quietly.
As you silently took stock of the new feelings and sensations coursing through your slowly-awakening limbs, you took in some deep, steady breaths. From what your groggy mind could work out, it sounded like you were in a hospital?
But why? What was going on?
Swallowing thickly, it felt as though you hadn't drank anything in days. Frowning, you fought to ope
TFAV Timeline Ancient EraTFAV Timeline Ancient Era4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Transformers AlterVerse Timeline
Important Note: Measured in Earth Years, this is a rough guide to many crucial events involving the Cybertronians, the Nebulans, the Seraphims and the Quintessons, that happened before and during the Great War, eventually leading to the events on Earth which involved humanity. These events stretch over a vast amount of time. Please do take notice that most of the events mentioned here occurred at the same time as the Great War of Cybertron and beyond.
As information about the ancient times has been scattered and inconclusive, most details in this Timeline have been gathered from the Covenant of Primus (in the possession of Alpha Trion) and the history records of Vector Sigma. Additional details will be added soon to explain the events between the time gaps between the major events.
[Approx. 15 Billion Years BCE (Before Common Era)] The Universe was created. The Forces of Darkness and Light exist in perfect equilibrium. Until
Firefly foot StoryFirefly foot Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Firefly Fan story- The Missing Boots
Ever since she could remember, River had enjoyed going barefoot whenever she could. Whether it was getting her delicate soles filthy by running through the wheat fields on the outskirts of her home world of Osiris or letting her long, slender toes sink into the luxury sheepskin rug by the fireplace. Even now, travelling aboard the K-64 Firefly transport Serenity, River found every excuse in the 'verse to keep her toes bare and free. Walking along the cold and smooth deck plates by Simon's infirmary sent shivers up through her bare soles and kept River from drifting into one of her waking nightmares about the 'academy'.
Taking her usual route past the infirmary to the cargo bay, River decided to stop and admire her slender size five feet in the bright lights of the cargo bay. The lights highlighted every cute vein, showed off just how well shaped her toes were and accentuated her slim ankles perfectly. Staring at her gorgeous bare feet also made Rive