Linchpin: Chapter ElevenLinchpin: Chapter Eleven4 years ago in Drama More Like This
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Bullseye
Robin was twisting his wrists, frantically hoping that the man had weakened the cuffs even a little. He discovered quickly that there was no give in them, other than when they pulled at his skin and tore open the blisters. He wanted to scream out his frustrations, but his raw throat was barely able to vocalize already.
His chest rose and fell rapidly with every desperate breath. His heart was racing and his mind was awhirl as he was resigned to accept that Superman was not going to be doing any saving. If the dart contained a kryptonite solution, Clark had maybe minutes before his organ started to shut down and he began to die – if he wasn't already.
Superman needed him!
"Think Rob!" He rasped to himself. "Think! You're supposed to be a master escape artist, so bloody well suck it up and escape!"
He had wasted what strength he had left fighting against the shackles
Who knows about this...Title: Who knows about this...Who knows about this...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Character/s: Zoro, Sanji, OCbaby
Song: Byssan lull, koka kittelen full
Artist: Peter LeMarc
(Words:) 331 + the lyrics
Warnings: The baby might be adopted or the result of a Mpreg, suit yourself. Also, there's mystic singing! 8D
Disclaimers: I do not own the character (well, maybe the baby) or the song!
Byssan lull, koka kittelen full,
där kommer tre vandringsmän på vägen,
byssan lull, koka kittelen full,
där kommer tre vandringsmän på vägen.
Den ene, ack så halt,
den andre, o, så blind,
den tredje han säger alls ingenting.
Sanji didn't know what the words meant, but they rocked nicely in the air, lulling their bundle of joy and irritation to sleep. He leaned against the door frame, watching his husband stand bend over the cradle, singing. The foreign words rolled nicely over his tongue and lips, his husky voice sending sma
Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their wealth as much as possible so they can hire more people, thus growing the economy.Why Free Market Capitalism Fails3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
These concepts look good on paper, but the best way to evaluate any idea is to see how it works in practice. Let's start by analyzing nationa
BIG GUY AND RUSTY THEME SONGBIG GUY AND RUSTY THEME SONG7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Watch the skies, coming at you,
A hero of metal hue,
He locks horns with disaster,
For the red and white and blue,
Then was born a boyrobot,
Miracle of science,
Ready to battle large monsters,
Supercharged and quick on the draw,
Pretty darn good, but he needs help,
The Big Guy, he's a big deal,
Heart of gold, and fists of steel,
Clobbering evil entities, with Rusty at his heel,
Now that they're a mighty team,
The boy robot lives his dream,
To be a legend in history,
The Big Guy and Rusty!"
Wakobe HistoryOne day, Kasekimaru and Yoshino visited the twin Wakobe Mothers, sakura and Michi. Sara and Tsudouri weren't home apparently, but Kasekimaru came anyway. He loved visiting the home of his conjoined twin girlfriends. Later on, the Kujira siblings asked the twin moms an important question.Wakobe History3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kasekimaru: Sakura-san, Michi-san. Ano, we don't mean to open old wounds, but, um...
Yoshino: Who was ur boyfriend? The one who...left you and the twins?
Sakura and Michi looked at each other for a moment.
Sakura/Michi: Garuma Makiru
The three bodies sat down on the sofa for the remainder of the conversation.
Kaseki: Um, what was he like?
Sakura: Well he was in our Literature class our final year of high school.
Michi: At first, he was a smart, but quiet individual. He only spoke when he was asked to give an answer to a question or read a passage.
Sakura: One day we were on our way to our locker. As we rapidly turned the corner, we sorta...
Michi: We knocked him over...
Essay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong GoalEssay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong Goal3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We're all job creators
I recently saw a clip of Peter Schiff interviewing an Occupy Wall Street protester. Schiff asked him how many jobs he creates, and unfortunately, the protester wasn't prepared for this question. (Although it was being filmed by Drew Carey's libertarian group called Reason TV, so if anybody did raise good points against him, we'd never see it anyway.)
Contrary to Schiff's shortsighted view of the economy, common people do create jobs. We hire orthodontists, doctors, lawyers, mechanics, plumbers, electricians, HVAC technicians, exterminators, and many other professionals. Their careers directly depend on enough working class people being able to afford to hire them.
Less directly but just as importantly, we hire businesses (and the factories and transportation companies which supply those businesses) whenever we patronize them. If they lose consumer demand (like they would if their
Sonic UMVC3 MovesetSonic UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sonic the Hedgehog
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Game Series: Sonic the Hedgehog
First Appearance: Sonic the Hedgehog (1991)
Health: 825,000 HP Points
Energy Projection: 2
Fighting Ability: 5
Sonic the Hedgehog is the world's fastest Hedgehog, being able to run at speeds far beyond the speed of sound. He loves adventure and has a love for Chili dogs, travelling with his good friend Miles Prower, also known as Tails, and fights against the evil Dr. Eggman, who's always trying to defeat Sonic and create his utopia of Eggmanland, even though Sonic always comes out on top.
Assist Alpha: Homing attack (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Sonic Wind
Assist Beta: Sonic Wave (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: Sonic Wind
Assist Gamma: Item Box (Extra, Instant) (Gives the opponent a ring box, giving them a hyper bar increase)
Assist HC: Super Sonic Speed
Entrance: Sonic Dashes onto the screen, skiddi
New Sega vs Capcom: Mega ManCharacter Name: Mega ManNew Sega vs Capcom: Mega Man2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Voice Actor: Jeremy Shada/Yumiko Kobayashi
Theme: Opening Theme (Mega Man 2)
Alternate Costume: Wears armor based off of Mega Man X
“Why must we fight? We are not enemies.”
Intro Pose: Mega Man teleports in via a blue beam of light while crouched and without his helmet. His helmet forms over his head as he gets up off the ground.
Vs Character Intros:
(Vs. Sonic/Shadow) “How can something organic move that fast?”
(Vs. Tails) "I hear you have some interesting tools."
(Vs. Eggman) “So it was you all along!”
(Vs. Ulala/Frank West/Phoenix Wright/Avatar) “It’s not safe here! You should get somewhere safe!”
(Vs. Street Fighter Characters) “Here comes a new challenge!”
(Vs. Zero) “You’re one of Dr. Wily’s robots aren’t you?!”
(Vs. Geo) “Another Mega Man? How is this possible?”
(Vs. Tron Bonne) “Huh? Do I know you?”
OdditiesOddities4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Screee-eeeaaarrr...hissthump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Screee-eeeaaarrr...hissthump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
It was an odd sound that woke Thane from his doze against the well. He groaned and wiggled out a stretch, sitting up slightly straighter against the dusty brickwork. He raised his right hand to shield his eyes, still needing to squint slightly as he gazed out at the vast desert spread before him.
Screee-eeeaaarrr...hissthump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sound was far away, but each thump corresponded with a slight shaking of the dry red ground. Thane strained his eyes looking in the direction he knew the sound had come from. Unfortunately the heat-haze against the sky made anything on the horizon shaky and uncertain. Was that black shape new, or had it been there yesterday? He couldn't be sure.
Thane jumped at the voice, scrabbling to his sandaled feet. He turned and crouched at the edge of the well, peeking over the lip.
"GET OUT HERE, BOY!"
Shit.Shit.Shit.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.
Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.
How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.
This word sounds exactly like what it means.
You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.
No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.
Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.
You say it w
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
The Voicemail of GodThe Voicemail of GodThe Voicemail of God8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ever since I can remember, I have been one of those strange people who pick up pennies. I find them everywhere, on sidewalks, in stadiums, on the floors of grocery stores, in parking lots you get the idea. And it is a rare occasion indeed if I fail to pick them up. Most people, when faced with a copper portrait of Lincoln down by their feet, even if they dropped it themselves, will simply ignore it. After all, you cannot buy anything with one cent; why even bother bending over? I, on the other hand, like to think I am a little more practical than most. When I see one of those poor, unloved little presidents looking up at me, I have to admit that I get a little excited. Well, maybe excited is a bit strong, but you get my point. You see, when I see abandoned pennies, I see free money just waiting to be claimed. The only work required to earn it is bending over, and a simple motion of the thumb and forefinger. Yes, one penny is fairly useless, but I know that by
Gone.Gone. Everyone gone. Everything gone. Ironhide slowly made his way through the field of offline mechs and femmes, searching for one femme in particular. Ironhide used his powerful scanners to detect any living being. The reading drew a blank. Ironhide sighed and continued to wade through the dead bodies. Autobots and Decepticons alike were scattered across the ground, all of them with families they had planned to return to, friends they had promised to meet with, enemies they had promised to kill. A bit of blue armor stood out in a rather large heap of bodies, and Ironhide's processor reeled. He ran to the pile, and threw aside one body after another until he reached a slender, but solidly built, blue femme. Ironhide's thinking stopped and his body froze. Ironhide carefully lifted the femme into his arms, and collapsed onto his knees. The colorless optics stared blankly at Ironhide, and Ironhide stared back. Ironhide analyzed her body, and found that it was broken beyond repair. Dread,Gone.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around since W. C. Handy was still alive.A Night at Pinetop's Tavern3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinetop's Tavern was a blues joint, and it had been around almost as long as blues music itself. Blues music was a lot simpler than most kinds of musicsimpler chords, simpler lyrics, and most blues musicians couldn't read sheet music. The genre was born on some unknown plantation in the forgotten Deep
The poem about my arseThis is the Poem about my arse.The poem about my arse4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My arse is greasy, it sags in some spots.
My arse is decaying i sit here and watch.
My arse is rotting and nothing i do,
will stop it from pushing out this big poo.
I sometimes scratch my arse and make it all red
other times i chew it and it falls off dead.
My arse is my friend and i love him so much
next time just view him and please do not touch.
Astraphobia."Hey Hide, do you think you could look after Anna for a bit?"Astraphobia.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Autobot weapon specialist turned from the target he had been shooting to his most trusted human ally.
"Why would ya require assistance in supervising Annabelle?" Ironhide asked as he retracted his two cannons, his full attention focused on the army Major. He knew that with Annabelle Lennox being fifteen years of age, that she no longer required someone to keep a constant eye on her. However, the trigger-happy mech couldn't help but become curious as to the reason soldier would make such a request.
"Well you see Sarah and I are going out to eat, just the two of us. We just wanted someone to keep an eye on her." Will explained to his best friend as he tried to keep the real reason from surfacing.
Ironhide nodded his helm. It was true that both Will and Sarah didn't have very much time together but that still didn't account for why a fifteen-year-old needed a sparkling sitter. Ironhide had been the Lennox's guardian for fou
MK vs Mega Man X Universe: ZeroCostume 1: His appearance from the Mega Man X seriesMK vs Mega Man X Universe: Zero2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Costume 2: His appearance from the Mega Man Zero series
Zero was created by the late Dr. Albert Wily sometime in the early twenty-first century. When he was first activated, Zero awoke as a Maverick (by the definition of wanting to cause harm to humans). Not wanting to get anymore comrades endangered by the powerful enigmatic Maverick, then-Hunter Commander Sigma himself challenged Zero in a one-on-one battle. Even though Zero eventually gained the upper hand during the battle, Sigma was able to defeat the red Maverick after the gem on Zero's head began to glow and a 'W' symbol appeared, apparently causing Zero great pain. Sigma then shattered the crystal on Zero's forehead, with the virus transferring to Sigma. Zero was soon enlisted into the Maverick Hunter's 17th Elite Unit.
Johnny Yong Bosch
*Z-Buster: Similar to the X-Buster, the Z-Buster is a chargeable canno
Adamant Region : Chapter 41Adamant Region : Chapter 415 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 41 : Just Hold On
The young trainer walked somewhat weakly down the entering sidewalks of the sparkling city around him. He blinked slowly as he gazed at the somewhat orange-yellow hued atmosphere of the morning's light reflecting through the streets. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he yawned deeply before looking at the clear card handed to him from the city's gym leader. The map started from the place he encountered the experienced trainer in the park, but he recognized one of the building intersections from when he went to the Fair with his friend and hoped he'd find an easier way to get there.
"I have half an hour to get to the battle location " he muttered to himself tiredly, Sparkles' ears twitching to his voice as she slept on his shoulder, still sporting the Pachirisu costume given to her. The trainer closed his eyes momentarily as he walked, trying to rest his eyes in any way he could on the way there. Why am I doing this I could just ask him to re
Simon and Marcy: An Adventure Time Poem Simon and Marcy: An Adventure Time PoemSimon and Marcy: An Adventure Time Poem2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey Marceline, in this world, it's just me and you
Torn apart by the Mushroom War, what do we do?
Hey Simon, I'm so glad you were always by my side
Without you, I probably wouldn't have survived
You always helped whenever I was feeling down
So, whatever you do, don't put on that crown!
The crown, it changes who you are
Distances me from you, and you go very far
Please Marceline, forgive me for what I'm about to do
Just remember that I will always love you...
Hey Marceline, I know this world is hard for you to see
I need to save you..., but who's going to save me?
Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They say God only gives you what you can handle.
But lately I have realized that this cannot be true.
Every blow has the potential to blow out that candle.
So there is no guarantee that everyone will pull through.
What happens if you can withstand the disturbance?
Will you be constantly waiting for the next wave?
Imagine waking up knowing what lies behind the curtains.
Confined behind the undefined lines of a close shave.
Perhaps we all possess the prowess to overcome any obstruction.
But not everyone has the belief that they can persevere.
We are all victims of a much bigger incomprehensible construction
And there will always be some that succumb to that deepest fear.
What will you become if you somehow conquer all the obstacles?
Doing whatever it takes to ensure that you will survive.
Blaming others for what you have done refusing to be responsible.
Knowing this is the person you had to become in order to stay alive.
In the end we have no choice but to make do wit