Sorry about the Post-its.... These are the post-it notes that the Avengers left each other when they all lived in Avengers Tower together. Evidently, they didn't understand the concept of email.Sorry about the Post-its....2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She went get some coffee
We've run out
Bruce you're cooking tonight if you need me to grab anything from the shops just shout
Banner I need that equation NOW!!!!
Read your emails
Tony doesn't do emails, Bruce
Guys, can we agree that the post-its read LEFT to RIGHT and not the other way round, ok?
Hey can we have a movie night? Just one movie, I mean.
I'd buy pizza
Good idea everyone think of a movie suggestion and we'll discuss it at lunch
We've meant to be saving people not sitting around watching movies
Steve, lighten up. The world doesn't need saving ALL the time
Bruce, I think you went to the shops we're in the basement I saved you a pizza
When is it Stark's turn to go to the shops?
Okay, so we're all clear
Random: Avengers In The Chatroom 8Tony had joined.Random: Avengers In The Chatroom 82 years ago in Humor More Like This
LlamaOfMischief: STARK! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CHAT NAME!?!!!?
Tony: Oh…Tee hee, I did that so long ago I didn't remember that I did it ;D
LlamaOfMischief: CHANGE IT BACK RIGHT NOW!
LlamaOfMischief: GOD **** WITH **** AND LOADS OF **** WITH SOME *** AND *****!!!
Tony: Holy o.o
Clint: Potty mouth potty mouth!
LlamaOfMischief: SHUT UP AND CHANGE BACK MY NAME!!!!
Clint has joined.
Tony: Wait clint weren't you already….?
Tony: CLINT BARTONONNNONNOMOMOMOMOOMOMOMOMOMOMOM MOOOOOOO
Tony: I dunnooooo.
LlamaOfMischief: **** I SWEAR I WILL **** WITH A ***** INTO A ***** FOR ALL ETERNITY IF
YOU DON'T CHANGE MY CHAT NAME!!!
Clint: ok…well anyways Stark where are my arrows?
Tony: Oh….Those silly things? ;3
BruceTheHotDog has joined.
BruceTheHotDog: What the **** happened to my username.
Clint: PORRY MOUT POTTY MOTH
Ask the Decepticons 2Vampirella: And welcome to yet another episode of Ask the DecepticonsAsk the Decepticons 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Skywarp: I think your fans are getting tired of this now
Vampirella: I have very few fans. In fact, I could name some awesome people who watch me on Deviantart right now who tend to favourite my work
Skywarp: Go on then
Vampirella: Shadowcatrules89. Gothikuk. KiraTheCrazyKiller has faved some stuff too and it totally awesome
Skywarp: And now someone else who favourites your work a lot will fave this and you wouldn't have mentioned them
Vampirella: This is called Ask the Decepticons, not Thank DA people...Although if you do tend to fave my work, thanks. Anyway. These are all questions that people asked me to ask you
Megatron: By people you mean your friend and her sister
Vampirella: Maybe. Meg, why are you such a perv towards Optimus?
Megatron:...I have the right to remain silent
Megatron: Well...it's just...he's...
Blitzwing: #Sunshine lollypops and rainbows...I don't know zhe rest
Sick heartIf I have a heart attackSick heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell the doctors
it may have
been the aspirins
it eases the pain
If there's a body
when you get there
tell them it may have
the bullet playing
hide n' seek
in my brain
If I fall to my
tell them I was
trying to fly
but my wings got clipped
If my neck broke
on the noose
tell them I wanted
to make a flower with rope
If the waters filled
tell them I was discovering
the deep blue
Going through the motion
Like a ghost
to Dissolve away
Rainy NightNothing is as beautiful as the rainRainy Night6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dark, cold, rainy night….
Full of broken promises and hopes
There's no one to protect you
To keep you safe
The only thing you can count on
As the cold night ends
Light becomes brighter
More and more
As that clarity spreads
The night follows you
Step by step
'Till it comes ahead of you
Everything turns grey again
But please, one thing
Don't break the silence
Keeper of DreamsShe turns to her dreams more often than she does reality.Keeper of Dreams10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inside them - those wondrous and phosphorescent fancies - he is always there, waiting for her.
Silver eyes like misty moonlight; skin so smooth and perfect it could have been carved from marble and hair the color of the blackest midnight, softer than swan feathers against her cheeks. A smile that could have put the stars to shame and a voice more saccharine than nectar, washing over every inch of her being like tender waves of satin.
Just like the other nights, he is stretched out across a bed of rich purple sheets and petals whiter than snow. Everywhere else she looks there is nothing but a stark, vast emptiness; save for him, smiling at her as if she is the morning sun come to greet his lips.
"You have returned," he murmurs, pale hand extending forward towards her. "I have missed you, my sweet. Come...lay next to me; share in sleep's sweet embrace."
She obeys in an instant, descending into the gossamer touch of the matt
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &curiouser and curiouser1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
A Forsaken Soul"Alone in the darkness yet again..." he spoke out with an exhausted voice.A Forsaken Soul9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt tired.
So tired, that it almost seemed as if his very soul was a heavy burden to carry.
Dragging himself towards the center of the small, twisted grove in the middle of the castle ruins.
Finding a spot to rest, he sat down leaning against a dark nightmare elm tree.
The elm was cold, which made him recall the horrible valley of snow and ice he had tracked through on his way to this forgotten land.
Strangely, this also brought along a comfort of sorts, seeing as in the cold he found truth along with subtle hints of despair which managed to crawl into his brain like worms.
It sounded horrible in theory, but it had grown on him over time.
Reminding him that he was still alive... Still human, despite the many horrors he had seen and slain.
A heavy sigh escaped from him, along with a great exhale of breath.
The warmth from his breath moistened the breathing holes of his scratched iron helmet, escaping to form
phantoms from a sleepless mindmost nights,phantoms from a sleepless mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it takes a war to close
my eyes, & even then i
still see monsters.
my mind is a cemetery
full of whispers
best not mentioned
(because you'd never
believe me if i told you).
i just want to be free.
to wake up with a
craving for sunshine &
supernovas nestled in my
rib cage, instead of thorns
beneath my skin & bones
between my teeth.
2p!America x Reader: Bad Guy part 9 For a moment, there was only a deafening silence after you left. Al stood staring at the door you slammed. His mind raced through the events and he mentally kicked himself for even drinking. He knows how he gets when he drinks. He felt sick, like vomiting. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that you left barefoot into the cold or because of the alcohol. He looked over at Matt, who was staring at the door too and shaking his head.2p!America x Reader: Bad Guy part 91 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You shouldn't have said that," he said. "She's obviously pretty sensitive."
"I shouldn't have said it because I didn't mean it. And she's not sensitive, I just really messed up."
"Did she slap you sober? You're talking like you actually have some sense," Matt commented.
Alfred just nodded. He wanted to think you hadn't just ran out and that this was just some daydream; a scenario in his head that had never-and never would-happened. He looked aro
Theoretical Dog GeneticsWhen I was a kid I can remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two different looking dogs had puppies, the boy puppies looked like the dad and the girl puppies looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I resolved to give myself a way to design a realistic guide to prevent such blandness.Theoretical Dog Genetics3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
How to use
Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are in the dog's background.
Each locus is a spot which can hold two possible alleles out of any number present in the whole species. All together the alleles (genotype) give you the final appearance (phenotype). To decide the appearance of offspring of two characters, g
these catastrophic disastersTherethese catastrophic disasters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a storm inside her
chest; a miasma of
thundering insecurities and
flashes of despair. The irony
is, she has
astraphobia—but inside her
mismatched veins there lies a
tempest awaiting to be
set free. The most beautiful
people have the ugliest of
and hers just happen to be a
hurricane of chaotic
doubt marring the insides of her
A Stranger In The RainI remember one dark, rainy night,A Stranger In The Rain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meeting a stranger without a name.
The heavens were literally pouring.
I had just left my favorite bar,
When I first saw him -
Wearing his expensive black suit without a rain coat or umbrella.
He was leaning against a nearby alley wall, flicking his lighter.
It seemed as though he was waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly, despite the rain,
The lighter created a perfect dark orange flame.
He lit himself a cigar,
Inhaling with great pleasure
Then exhaling the smoke in the shape of O's
Watching them disperse with glee.
I proceeded to be on my way, walking right past him.
He then spoke:
"Wonderful night isn't it?"
I knew nothing good would come out of me talking to him,
but for some reason I felt compelled to answer his simple question.
"If you enjoy the rain, then I would say it is."
I proceeded to walk away, but his answer drew my attention:
"This is my favorite type of weather!
I like to think that when it rains, the sins of the world get
Waltzing his last danceThe hall slowly fills;Waltzing his last dance2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
there is not a tremor, not a sound.
The silence instills
the beating hearts of those that stand around.
Merriment then swells;
its satiating tremble within so profound
but alas there is but one man,
that waltzes to a tune unfound.
The merriment grows
as heels tap and dresses sway.
The bodies glow
with the light shimmering over the ballet.
The melody flows
for all participants are joyful and gay
yet woeful is the man in the corner
that dances a dance of dismay.
the girls in the hall giggle and pose
on the men's behalf
displaying their ornamented clothes;
the splendor in craft
invites many woos and bellows
while wearing a battered old suit
the man unnoticed sways on his toes.
Each lad takes a hand,
of one of the many, graceful girls,
since the dance began
since then the couples gracefully swirl
Others seat on divans
letting their sonnets of love unfurl
In Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and ReapingIn Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and Reaping2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The reaping ceremony has always disgusted me. The whole idea of the Hunger Games is just so barbaric that I am unbelievably thankful each year my name doesn't come out of that glass ball. Looking around me, I see the terrified and paler-than-usual faces of more than a hundred kids from ages 12 to 18, all of them saying the same desperate prayer I am: Please don't let it be me this time!
We are lined up according to our ages. Like rows of grain from District 9 ready to be chopped down with the glinting scythe of Effie Trinket's brightly colored fingernails. As if the only reason the adults of Panem have children is to put them in these infernal lines to be chopped down and thrown into a death match disguised as a grand honor. To me, that's all we seem to be to the people of the Capitol: ears of grain sown for the sole purpose of perishing in a sifter that only a
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the wavesA mermaid stole my bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
Evanescentonly the mostEvanescent7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful of creatures
live the shortest.
red roses and quivering
butterflies and other
useless things, like the
way she wishes on every star
she sees for a different
soul because she can't stand
the way it's rotting inside.
and it's only when
the thorns beneath her skin
start to bleed that her
monsters whisper, "have
you ever trembled, my dear?"
because they know
for every whimper that hides
faintly in the dark,
there is a pair of lips stretched
into a smile pretending
that all that is beautiful
is timeless and unbroken.
Self DestructI pressed self destruct many moons ago,Self Destruct1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry I never told you, I never let you know.
I told you when we started I was just a lost cause,
I wasn't seeking approval, I wasn't seeking applause.
You see I'm not as brave as you think I am,
Inside I try to keep it all blocked, like a river and a damn.
If only you could look into my soul and see whats going on,
Maybe then you'd understand, I feel I'm the only one.
And even though you broke my walls I't doesn't mean I'm healed,
Because even though I let you in theres thing's I never revealed.
You were my lighthouse in the storm, you were the one that felt like home,
I thought you were the one, I loved you, if only you had known.
Pluto Isn't a PlanetI can barely breathePluto Isn't a Planet7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that's what's keeping me
My parents said I was a child
(Too young to understand)
And the teachers shook their heads at me.
Society told me that I was insane
and the stares in the halls told me
it wasn't right
to keep living this way
How could the burden of those galaxies
be the reason I'm alive?
"You are on the wrong track," they said,
"You need to follow planets orbiting the sun
and Pluto isn't
There is no point
if the textbook isn't open,
but I cannot lie to my
I feel most alive when my small hands
are trying to carry the entire solar system
and I break through the most
galaxies and constellations
by following the north star
and not the mathematical calculations
I copied down in my
She Did TellI met a woman, pale and fair,She Did Tell2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and, enamored with her phoenix hair,
implored for her soft voice to tell
the look of demons outside hell
She raised her hands and showed her teeth
"Well," she said, "They look like me."
constellations, ambitions, and things in betweeninstead of poetry,constellations, ambitions, and things in between1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to live in
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
want to breathe in
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
(2P!England X Reader) Sweet, Sweet Admirer 3*Your POV*(2P!England X Reader) Sweet, Sweet Admirer 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
I ran down the streets, jittery and determined. Ever since meeting Artie, I've been too jumpy everytime school is almost over. Everytime I felt upset, I could always depend on him to cheer me up. He's the only friend I actually made ever since I got here. But I never told my parents as to where I was, they think I hang out with friends at the mall or participating in a school club. I knew they would get in a fit of rage and lock me up if they find out that I've been seeing a man who is too old for me but I didn't care. As long as I see Artie, my day will be complete.
A blur of pink and yellow came into my eye sight. I grinned as I called as loud as I can, "Artie~!!" Arthur turned to me as his grin grew even more that it was possible that it could tear his face any moment. But I also felt that way about him. "Good afternoon, my dearly beloved~!" Arthur always called me that for some reason and it sounded familiar. "Wait right there!" I called as I stealthily tip-toed to my po
Master PretenderI'm not a poetMaster Pretender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm hardly even a word-er
But I'm a master pretender.
I've been a lesbian.
Let it sink in.
I've been a prostitute and a smoker and a drug dealer.
The biggest revealer.
I've even been a boy, in once upon a times.
I have been young, I have been old,
I have been dead, my stories told.
I have been a witch, a vampire, a werewolf, all in one.
A mermaid, and a damsel, and a dragon, but I'm not done.
I've gone on spacewalks, and cave explorations.
I've been to Ireland, the moon, and distant galaxies.
I've seen love, hate, car crashes, and bombs
And I have given birth to an evil son.
I have been all these people, and no one.
But I have never been myself