Calm Ch 6 (Clint x reader) "Where's bird boy?" Tony asks as he walks in to see you sitting alone in the kitchen.Calm Ch 6 (Clint x reader)6 months ago in Romance More Like This
"He's out on a date." You don't look up from the still swirling contents of your mug.
"A date? Bird boy's got more game than I thought. Who with?"
"Becky, a waitress we met last week." You reply solemnly.
Tony starts to feel a bit depressed and doesn't know why. He shuffles out, suddenly not feeling like talking anymore.
You sigh and take a sip of your warm drink. You hope the date is going well. Just because you rejected him doesn't mean you don't want him to be happy. You’re even the one who convinced him that everything would be ok while he was away, nothing could possibly go wrong the one day he takes off. It'd be much better if he finds someone else. You get up with your drink and trudge into the gym. Steve is in there lifting weights.
It Wasn't Me [Samifer]Sam was so wrecked and scarred by Lucifer. He didn’t like seeing him all the time. He wasn’t able to sleep; he wasn’t able to think. Nothing. Having hallucinations of the Devil weren’t what you’d call, ‘awesome’. He finally got rid of all his hallucinations a year after they started. He was so glad they were gone. He was able to return to his normal, (well if you could call it normal), life again.It Wasn't Me [Samifer]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He began hunting normally, like before. Dean even smiled and told him that he was glad his baby brother was better. Sam just glared, telling his older brother that he wasn’t a baby. Dean just laughed and kept driving.
Sam didn’t have a problem until about a week later, when Dean was on a hunt out of town. He gave Sam another case, which the younger hunter quickly and briefly took care of. It was very unlikely that they ever split up, but when it happened, they knew if they needed each other, to call no matter the time or circumstance.
End of Innocence -Ch1-Forgive me Dean...Cas There was no other way I had no other choice. Everything I've done .was to save you both. But please, I can't survive if I know that you both hate me, I can't go on, I won't be able to survive. I love you my brother and my angel. And I always will.End of Innocence -Ch1-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam opened his eyes, rubbing at them as he sat up, the soft blankets falling from around his body, pooling in his lap. The grand bedroom was dark, empty, and Sam was completely alone. It was quiet and peaceful for the time being, while the rest of the world was blocked beyond the doors and the walls. He slipped from the bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower, the room almost instantly filling up with steam. Sam winced as he slipped his silk pajama bottoms, letting them fall to the floor and trying not to remember how the bruises on his waist had appeared.
It was an unwelcomed memory, something that he forc
Glass MemoriesDearly Beloved,Glass Memories11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, love, it’s me again. It’s winter now – the icy wind throws itself at these stained cinderblock walls but to no avail; a wall works both ways.
A year has passed since I last spoke with you – a year already! No, I’m sure it was yesterday – a Monday.
I never did like Mondays.
I remember where we met. In the subway. You were the last to board a crowded train, I stood up as the wheels began to creak, glancing at you as I did so and nodding ever so slightly towards the empty seat. You laughed and called me a gentlemen, tucking those few strands of honey-colored hair behind your ear. Your nails were painted blue. Light blue. Like the sky.
The mass of people gradually thinned out as we neared the end of the route, until you and I were the only ones left in that car. We sat awkwardly next to each other – you twirling your hair and I fiddling with the buttons on my shirt cuff. I don’t know why I didn’t get up and move.
sempiternali saw you today, for the first time in months.sempiternal3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
i admit, it took me a few seconds to remember
all the words to the song you played on repeat in
your car, the one you couldn’t sing with open eyes.
the music used to come so easily to me,
but when i saw you today, i could only remember
the chorus, and it stuttered its way through my head
over and over again. for the life of me, i don’t know
what comes next.
i have spent years picking up the pieces of you
that you left behind, years spent memorizing
the echo of your heartbeat and the rhythm of
your breaths. your favorite color is purple.
you like sunflowers, autumn, and the creek
that flows behind your house. you like movies
and popcorn, you like ferris wheels and candy apples.
you love your mother and miss your father. you’re
afraid of alcohol and terrified of yourself. there
was a point in my life when i thought maybe i’d
be able to grow old next to you.
i know it’s stupid, but i’m afraid of not knowing
Twilight: The RevengeIf you were to take a gander at my gallery, you would have noticed that I've already written a review of Twilight. If you were to read that review all four pages of it you would notice that I am not a fan of Twilight in the slightest. In fact, you would notice that it makes me very, very angry. So angry that I have to write another review just to cover all the stuff I missed in the first one.Twilight: The Revenge5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I would like to point out a few facts before I begin:
1. I have little experience with the publishing and editing business.
2. I know a lot about vampires. A lot. It's probably unhealthy how much I know.
3. I live in the Pacific Northwest. I have lived there my whole life. I think I know the area.
4. There is very, very little planning going into this thing. Seriously, don't expect too much.
So you should read this with those things in mind.
I'm going to break this review into parts, which allows me to go in greater detail about them. In this order, they are: pro
Accept your Candle, Weep for the StarsA light I see, far off in the distance. It's a star, I told myself.Accept your Candle, Weep for the Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No other thought surpassed it, I want to reach it.
I struggle in the darkness, slowly heading for it, not knowing, not thinking.
I know this is what I want. I want the star.
It gets brighter, I can feel its warm touch, though I'm far from it.
Joy overwhelms my soul, I'm so close, so close to
my star. It's my star and nothing else matters.
I reach with my fingers, to touch it.
A candle. A lowly candle, my thoughts shattered.
This is not what I wanted. It's not my star.
I blink, and blink again, I see clearly. Up above.
There are hundreds, no millions of stars.
Why haven't I seen them? Why did I only notice that candle?
All of them, just there?
I reach for the sky, but they start to fade.
Why do they fade, but the candle still burns?
My candle. I get it now. It's my candle, I can't change that.
I accept that I will receive nothing else.
But I weep, I'll never have that star.
Or the other million that was within my grasp.
How I picture the end of Doctor WhoI have a clear picture in my head of how I would do the last few scenes of the last ever episode of Doctor Who, (not that I want it to end any time soon and I hope it carries on for many more years) but I don't have the drawing capabilities to do it justice. Maybe I'll ask someone here if they could kindly spare the time to do it for me.How I picture the end of Doctor Who1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know how I would do all of the plot, but a new, fresh Gallifrey would be created in the last episode and the Doctor at some point in the episode would somehow make duplicates of all his friends with all their memories up until they left him so he didn't interfere in the lives of his 'real' companions e.g. Jo Grant/Jones and her family (Any suggestions on how would be really welcome), to prepare for the end.
At the end the TARDIS would land back where it started in Totters Lane in 1963, in the dark exactly as we saw it in the very first episode. All his companions would gather round his deathbed in the TARDIS in a s
Hidden in The Snow Iceland X ReaderHidden in The Snow Iceland X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Isn't it a little late to be going sightseeing, not to mention a little cold? Where are we even going?” The sun was already gone for the day and a strong, bone chilling wind appeared in its absence. Though you were dressed in layer upon layer of clothing, you couldn't seem to get warm. What annoyed you most of all was the fact that Iceland had initially asked you to come with him, wherever he was going, and now he wasn't speaking. “Iceland.” You called his name in a sing song voice over and over, hoping he'd decide to answer you. “Iceland, why aren't you talking to me?”
Finally, he spoke, cutting you off before you could say his name again. “Because I was thinking.” After giving his short explanation, he fell silent again, trudging through the thick snow with a stern expression on his face.
Awkwardness crept between the two of you as everything went silent. “What were you thinking about? We aren't lost out here,
That one girlShe's that one girl you see with the pencil wovenThat one girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between her skinny fingers
She's the one who sits in the corner
instead of the middle of the room
The one who's always last to speak
The one who's words are kept secret to everyone
Always the one who bites
her own tongue
She's the girl who's beautiful
but doesn't think the same way
She's the one who can't be convinced
of the talents she holds
The flare that ignites the lives of the people around her
but she can't feel the heat for herself
She is weighed down by the insecurities she slings
over her shoulders
She's unconvinced of her own style
her own special self
She's the girl who paints
She's the girl who draws
She's the girl who writes
But second guesses every stroke of her brush
to every letter she prints
Shes that one girl whose eyes display a world
all her own
But she sees a somber world
staring back at her
FlawAs an angel, a warrior of God, the usage of a vessel was not something new to him. Angels both young and old had taken a vessel at one point or another. As much as God had given humans free-will there were times when He felt it just to send down one of his angelic children to guide those down below to pursue the right choices. These "people" could be seen all throughout history, lurking in the dark corners of time or standing in the spot light for all to see. The taking of a vessel was as much a part of an angel's physiology as breathing was to a human. Something they need not think of.Flaw4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though, whether or not his brothers took notice (or perhaps they chose to ignore it), there was one flaw in taking a vessel. In some cases the flaw was subtle; at times it wasn't even there, though in most cases it was very noticeable. Perhaps that was why when a vessel was chosen they tended to be someone no one knew of or someone no one would care to remember. Or maybe it was only noticeable among ang
Thoughts"Thoughts"Thoughts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
-My thoughts alter
Of each passing day.
They never stay identical.
-At a single moment
They could be cordial, charming, or gratifying.
Then they could alter drastically
Into thoughts of outrageous things.
-They could go from endearing, delightful and virtuous,
To homicidal and barbaric.
Thoughts of inspiration and aspiration,
To murderous and torturous plotting.
-I could think that I like someone,
Thinking they are full of elegance, charm, and intensity,
To insufferable, ghastly beings of this Earth.
Drastically altering my mood along with my thoughts.
-All is well at one moment,
And then all is heart breaking at another.
Becoming aware no one really cares.
People who are supposed to support you, disrespect you immensely.
-My thoughts alter when I fall and no one is there for me to lean on.
I think that they are caring people,
Then disrespectful, low pieces of debris
That animals urinate all over.
-My thoughts alter all the time.
End of Innocence -Ch2-Sam opened the door to the motel room without knocking, a bag of food in his hand, he didn't have any reason to knock, and after all it would only be Dean in the room. How wrong he had been. When the door opened, Sam's eyes widened at the sight of Dean and Cas, his brother embracing the angel, kissing him. It was Castiel who saw him first and pulled back sharply from Dean, his brother only just noticing Sam standing there. The bag in Sam's hand fell to the ground and he bolted from the room. It was an image that he hadn't wanted to see, of the angel, and his brother who he thought loved him more than anything. Had it all been a lie? Would Dean really hurt him so?End of Innocence -Ch2-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His expression was blank as he walked down the long hallway, his gaze fixed on the floor in front of him. There was no reason for him to look where he was walking; no one dared to be the one to trip Sam Winchester, t
I Need the SeaI need the sea.I Need the Sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers that it makes
As it brushes past the solitary rocks.
It pleads for some company
From another lonely soul.
It cries this plea
As it brushes against the silver shore.
I need the sea.
I need the sea.
The bright turquoise waters
That embrace my fragile body.
The energetic waves
That line up to kiss me.
Ethereal forms of those I love
Materialise near the ocean's bed.
I need the sea.
I need the sea.
It's long outstretched arms
Revealing a wider world;
A world more vibrant
Than the one I spent my whole life in.
The never-ending waters showing
A world of endless opportunities.
I need the sea.
I engulf my vision with darkness
And let the light back in soon after.
I see a glorious white bird
Soaring above the ocean.
Like Dedalus, I wish I could follow
And leave this place behind.
Maybe then I will find myself.
I need the sea.
Do You Believe? ~ Eight (Jack Frost x Reader)Tick Tock.Do You Believe? ~ Eight (Jack Frost x Reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The clock hands travelled around the face of the large clock on the wall. A flustered Jack and Bunny were now standing at opposite ends of the room, both emitting an aura filled with shame and embarrassment, both males naturally fearful and concerned for their well-being, their thoughts also similar by the fact that they had imagined scenarios of which all played out their deaths by your hands. Occasionally, they glanced at one another before quickly turning away, until…
Jack turned to face Bunnymund, a grimace settled upon his features. "She's going to kill us, isn't she?" He questioned the Pooka, of whom seemed to turn pale, even though his fur could not change colour.
"Um…Something along those lines, mate. Yeah." Bunnymund replied, gulping before glancing around, his eyes then flicking back to Jack.
"Okay, mate. I say we never speak of it again. And by no means should North ever find out…" Bunnymund's sentence fell into a whisper as his g
End of Innocence -Ch5-Sam had nightmares, he always did, but never when Dean was in the same bed as him. At the moment, however, Dean was out, and Sam was having nightmares. He woke up frightened and wide-eyed looking around the room. He ran a hand over his face and let out a shaky sigh. Sam had not had any of the nightmares since he and Dean had started sharing a bed and he always felt safe and secure but now Now he wasn't sure that he would be able to sleep alone At least that was until he saw Castiel.End of Innocence -Ch5-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lucifer had held true to his word, and Sam was allowed to go outside. The sun felt warm on Sam's face, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he glanced around the seemingly normal neighborhood. There were humans in the town and Sam was having a surprising time of picking them out from the demons, a feat that startled him slightly, whereas walking beside Lucifer did not. To passers by they would just look like two men walking down the street on a bright sunny day. The dog that was walking in
InvisibleShe walks into school,Invisible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And finds her best friend,
But she doesn't notice.
A class she must attend.
She hears people laugh.
She knows they laugh at her.
She tries to walk away,
But they laugh even more.
She sits down in class,
Answer she knows at last.
Only one to raise her hand.
Teacher looks right past.
She's late for the bus.
She sees it drive away.
Runs after yelling.
She's walking home today.
Walks into her home.
"I'm home," she calls.
She listens closely.
No response at all.
Into the other room.
Family all there.
Don't seem to notice.
Wonders if they care.
"Are you listening?"
She starts to cry.
No one even turns.
Tears in her eyes.
Then she notices,
New urn on the table.
Reads out the name,
It's her name, "Mable"
End of Innocence -Ch4-A long day trapped in the Impala with Dean and Cas would not have been as bad if Sam wasn't so damn tired from the night before and had the marks to prove it. He had been dozing in the back seat, Castiel sitting up front with Dean allowing Sam to stretch out as much as he could. But with how loud Dean's music was current Sam had woken up. He saw Cas look at him in the rearview mirror and smiled at him, getting comfy in the back seat again.End of Innocence -Ch4-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam closed his eyes, at least if it was sunny, the car ride might be a bit more pleasant, but it was dark and stormy outside, rain pounding down against the Impala. As Sam was slowly lulled back to sleep by the rain, he heard Dean's phone ring.
Sam's eyes snapped open when a hand touched his shoulder, glancing up to see Lucifer standing over him. He had been in his chair, reading some random book he had grabbed off the shelves behind him, but he had been tired enough that it had not
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I choose
To feel worthless?
To feel empty,
To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?
To feel broken,
To feel hopeless,
Angry at myself..
To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?
To feel the need to lay in bed all day,
Without moving a muscle,
Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?
Depression is never a choice.
You don't choose depression.
Depression chooses you.
We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
FullMetal Alchemist Yo MommaFullMetal Alchemist Yo Momma6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yo momma is so fat; she ate Gluttony and became the new one.
Yo momma is so nasty; even Gluttony wouldn't eat her.
Yo momma is so fat Ed Elric could have used her as Equilvalent Exchange to bring his mom back with no harm to himself or Al.
Yo momma is so ugly Roy went Gay after seeing her.
Yo momma is so ugly even Greed didn't want her.
Yo momma is so fat even Scar couldn't blow her apart.
Yo momma is so fat that they didn't distroy the gate they just shoved her ass in opening.
Yo momma is so ugly even Envy wouldn't morph into her.
Yo momma is so stupid she thought the Philosopher's stone was a new type of candy.
Yo momma is so fat even Winry couldn't make her automail.
Yo momma is so ugly she made Izumi cough up blood.
Yo momma is so ugly even Dante wouldn't use her as a body.
The Military didn't use the Philosopher's Stone to distroy Ishbal... they just dropped yo momma on it.
Yo momma is so fat gluttony got jealous.
Yo momma is so fat even gluttony went "Damn!!!!!!!!"
Yo momma so fa
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
On the Other SideI don't understand why you're fighting me, of all the angels.On the Other Side5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had known his brother was right. He was always right, in the end. He wondered if it had anything to do with being the older one.
But it didn't matter. What mattered was that he had been right.
I rebelled, I was cast out, you rebelled, you were cast out. Almost all of Heaven wants to see me dead and if they succeed guess what? You're their new public enemy number one.
He knew that had been true. Everything his brother had said that day had been true. So why not? Why the hell not give into reason? Because that was all he had done, really. He had finally seen the logic his brother had been using. Why hadn't he seen it before, really?
We're on the same side, like it or not, so, why not just serve your own best interests which in this case just happen to be mine.
Of course he had been right. They were on the same side. It would be best if he just sided with his brother. And if they lost, well, at least he
Have You Ever FeltHave you ever feltHave You Ever Felt1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Alone in a room full of people
No one notices
Have you ever felt
Unknown emotions inside you
Bursting to get free
Have you ever felt
The need to shed your tears
But your eyes have been sucked dry
Have you ever felt
The panic starting to rise within
And know nothing can stop it
Have you ever felt
So many emotions
That you just feel numb
Have you ever felt
Like everyone is turning to look at you
Like they know
Have you ever felt
The overwhelming urge
That you don’t belong here
Have you ever felt
That you deserve pain
For no reason
Have you ever felt
The need to die
When you can’t carry on
I have felt
All of these and more
I still don’t know
How to cope,
How to live,
How to survive.