Trevor Phillips, the Hipster.Michael: You know, I’ve been thinking about you Trevor. Your lifestyle.Trevor Phillips, the Hipster.2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Trevor: Oh, have you? Really?
Michael: Yes, I have. People always try to label you. You know, maniac, psycho….
Trevor: Friend….Industry leader…
Michael: In some ways you can defy categorization. But then….
Michael: Think about it. Where you live…
Trevor: Sandy Shores, you precious ass. I’m sorry there ain’t a place nearby for you to get your colonics.
Michael: Right. But why are you out here?
Trevor: It’s off the grid. We’re away from it all. It’s somewhere real and authentic. This is America, and real people ain’t been priced out yet.
Michael: Yeah, well what if it gets gentrified?
Trevor: Then I’ll fucking move.
Michael: Okay, what about the way you dress?
Trevor: What about it? I don’t give a shit what I wear.
Michael: No, no no. If you don’t give a shit, you wear clean clothes that fit. See, yours are al
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
MEMORY_GLITCHMEMORY_GLITCH9 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
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MEMORY_GLITCH - A Winter Cyborgs AU mini-comic
HYDRA hears rumors of a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base and sends WS-01 and WS-02 on a quick scouting mission. WS-02 takes an unexpected trip down memory lane.
Winter Cyborgs is what happened when I decided to throw the Winter Soldi
Batman: Courting Vipers ch 1Batman: Courting Vipers ch 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1: Talk To Me, Boy
There was a line someone once said about the best-laid plans of something-or-other. What exactly the point of the saying was, he didn't really know. But trying to remember it gave him a boost of confidence. After all, most supervillains only ever thought big. Big plans, big crime, it was all supposed to mean a big pay-off. But the thing was that those plans were usually foiled by the Justice League right away. After all, if you were going to attack city hall or something with a couple of giant robots and a mega-laser or whatever, the annoying band of tights-wearing jerkwads were going to know and get there right away. And they were considerably more annoying to deal with than cops.
More supervillains needed to start investing in smaller plans too. They could work out in the end, provided you were smart about what you were doing. That was why, when a few of the others he normally ran with announced t
because i love youbecause i love you) i want to learnbecause i love you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your ins and outs and the spaces
the Morse code of caffeinated palpitations
of your heartbeat against your (ribcage)
the dreams you forget in the morning
the thoughts you think when you see
you&me standing in the mirror [framed
like a parallel universe picture]
whether or not you believe in a soul
ten thousand ways to make a smile
crack across your face
(i want this
AlcoholicThere's a little girl and her mommy drank every day.Alcoholic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amber brew, so mesmerizing. The woman's addicted, there's no going back. Every morning she loses herself to this potent poison. Every morning the little girl loses her mommy. Over and over, no going back.
There's a little girl and her mommy drank her away.
It's morning. The screaming begins again. The little girl hears her name over and over, a gross mutilation of syllables as the word is slurred. She must have done something wrong again. She swallows the fearful cry, knowing that she must be quiet. Quick as always, she shoves her body into a shadowy corner, taking comfort in the close quarters. She knows better, though. There's no hiding from this intoxicated stranger. It always finds her. Always. Over and over, no going back.
There's a little girl and her mommy wasn't the same.
Shaking. She's shaking again and can't stop. Her body dances with the uncontrollable shivers, teeth clacking. Thin little arms wrap aro
HumanDo people ever realizeHuman8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That the others around them,
Are humans too?
They break just as easily.
They cry just as hard.
Their hearts are just as fragile.
Their memories are just as bad.
How do they not get it?!
You god-damn bullies,
You god-damn drunkards,
You god-damn discriminatory idiots,
You god-damn abusive bastards.
Do they not understand what they do?
What their impact is?
Why can’t you idiots get it through your heads,
That being a dick to others
Doesn't help shit?
WE ARE ALL HUMAN!!
Why can’t you comprehend that?
AlcoholicAlcoholicAlcoholic7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold the bottle close
It will hide your pain
Never let it fall
Don't forget it even as you sleep
Remember how many times life has left you unsatisfied
Remember how many people have left you all alone
Remember your pain
Remember the cure
Chug away baby!
It drowns all your thoughts
You can hide from the nightmares
Just a few sips,
Then beautiful oblivian
But what is you let the bottle drop?
Will life become unbearable?
Will you realize what you hid from was never really there?
What if all your pain will disappear with that bottle?
But why try?
Without that cooling elixir you are nothing.
And yet you still wonder what if you let it drop?
Will life be fun again?
If I let this crutch go will I be free?
Will I be my own man?
Can I stand on my own?
Yes my son you can!
Let it fall!
Let your anger go!
Take hold of your life,
Proove us all wrong!
Become yourself once again.
Hand me my bottle please
I need to hide
Winter Cyborgs MIX Vol.2Winter Cyborgs MIX Vol.28 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
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Winter Cyborgs MIX Vol.2 -[download]
More robo music for a tragic RoboHipsters AU (a.k.a. the trash pile of robots & despair).
Just a general soundtrack for this AU (not accompanied by a ficlet this time).
Winter Cyborgs MIX Vol.1 | Winter Cyborgs AU |
the most honest poem i've ever writtenI keep a bible by my bed and tell myselfthe most honest poem i've ever written4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day, I'll read it.
I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives you
That you never really wanted.
I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yet
You're still standing on the shore, waving
Good-bye to your loved ones.
I like rain and you and breathing
And only one of those is optional.
I think horrible things are funny,
and cry when I lose something I thought
I'd have forever.
For what it's worth, I can't
Imagine next year without you
And I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes
'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,
I'm sick of 'flying'.
If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.
She'd live in the ground, and be my best therapist
And she wouldn't just be pretty things, but ugly ones too.
I don't want to be a poet.
I want to be happy.
My name is Grace, though I wish people
Called me Grae,
Because I'm not graceful, and I don't feel amazing,
And I fit much better into the category of
"a little bit of black and white"
Than anything else.
alcoholic.The thing is, Alex said, his dark eyes shining, but tearless, when you're fourteen and holding a party, no one says 'Hey, I think you've had enough.' When you're drunk and your mother is dying, no one says 'Take it easy there, buddy.' I mean, who would have the balls? Who could say that? When you're fourteen and your mom is wasting away and everyone is partying, all anyone does is hold your cup for you while the beer is pouring. I don't blame anyone for doing that.alcoholic.8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Alex rubbed his hands over his thin arms, and Sarah could see chill bumps. She felt her own come out. He hesitated, then took her up on her earlier offer and lit up a cigarette. She was surprised to see that he wasn't coughing, then realized he'd been smoking for a while now. Had she not noticed at all?
That's how I spent fourteen. That's what I did. I woke up, threw back a shot of whatever there was lying around from last night to help with the headache. I went to school drunk so many mornings,
Fifi meets TailsFifi meets TailsFifi meets Tails8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Timothy Bettencourt
Sonic, Tails, and Princess Sally have just defeated Robotnics robot army and Robotnic is sobbing and complaining like a child.
ROBOTNIC: Its not fair! I want my empire! I wanna rule Mobius!
Sonic then puts a pacifier in Robotnics mouth and Robotnic frowns in frustration.
SONIC: Someone needs a diaper change.
Sally and Tails laugh at this, and Robotnic pulls out a device and activates it and creates a portal.
ROBOTNIC: So long, suckers!
Tails rushes and smashes the device, but he trips and falls through the portal. Robotnics jaw hits the ground, but Sonic grabs him by the collar and yells into his face.
SONIC: Where is he!?
ROBOTNIC: I-I dont know.
SONIC: WHERE IS HE!?
SALLY: Sonic, calm down.
Sonic begins to calm down, but he still glares angrily at Robotnic.
SONIC: Build another one of those things, now!
ROBOTNIC: But why?
SONIC: So I can bring Tails home, stupid!
Robotnic then frantically begins to collect
Dinah: Daisy Petalsimagine:Dinah: Daisy Petals4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting by the roadside
waiting for love to come along
& there he comes
(the man of your dreams?)
& talks to you nice
than the brothers back home
he talks like you're a woman
not just the baby sister
he talks like you're worth something
not just there to be teased
can you blame me?
i went with him
i thought, why not?
he looked good enough
he seemed kind enough
i wanted to believe him
even when he hurt me
i wanted him to love me
i wanted to be loved
can you blame me?
my brothers didn't
they blamed him
i wish they'd blamed me
i wish they'd listened
to my story
the daisies on the roadside are red
& all my dreams are dead
sitting by a graveside
knowing love won't come along
because no one listened to you
though they said they were
"only protecting you"
because they killed the only one
who would still take you now
Girl Brought Down World CH1-5Chapter One: NeighborsGirl Brought Down World CH1-57 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hello, my name is Kid. Im just a cute girl; at least, thats what everyone tells me. I dont have many friends in the city I live in. My parents moved here because Dad got a new job. I mean, its only been two hours and Im already lonely.
Kid, come down! Its time for dinner! called Mimi, Kids mom, from down the stairs.
School doesnt start until August so until then, I guess Im going to be sad, huh? Oh well, at least sis is around to keep me company, Kid writes in her diary, Coming!
Whats this? asked Kid.
Its some frozen lasagna that Dad brought home from work, Mimi replied.
Whats in it?
Stuff thatll kill you like soya lecithin, cracked Vivian, Kids older sister.
I dont want to die!
Relax, Kid. Vivian, apologize, demanded Miles, the father.
Fine. Dont worry, Ki
searching the starsi search the constellationssearching the stars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers brushing the surface of what we used to be
and how we used to sing songs about what our futures held
and how teacups would rattle
and dolls would cry
while other girls were worrying about a thing called life
and i remember the trees that danced
with our weight and the newspapers that were hidden
to house our childhood
i remember the diaries
and our obsession with boybands
and sims on the xbox
i remember when our best friend
from first grade died
i remember how that felt and i remember you
were always there
always the brave one
i remember when our friendship
we were apart for so long
thats not how best friends should be
our perfect world of friendship
it meant no worries
but the fingertips i now use to reach for you
hold nothing but a vision of what you used to be
France x Reader - Cliche"And with that, the prince and princess lived happily ever after!" you said to yourself mockingly, practically gagging at the thought of it happening to you.France x Reader - Cliche2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You see, practically all the girls at your school always fawned over the thought of a guy sweeping them off their feet and giving them a fantasy love. But, that was all it was to you, a fantasy. Sure it'd be nice if everyone's lives could be like a fairy tale, but then fairy tales wouldn't exist anymore.
You also felt that those girls weren't growing up. Stories like those were supposed to make little girls' eyes shine in wonder and amazement, not teenagers who should know the difference between reality and make believe.
'Oh well, girls can dream I guess,' you thought to yourself, grabbing your bag before heading off to school.
The moment you stepped foot inside the school, you felt something amiss. A certain someone... wasn't where they were supposed to be...
"Ma cherie! You're here!!!!!"
You let out an "Oh," before
Hetalia x Reader - Playing Hide-And-Seek: P.B.What has happened before...Hetalia x Reader - Playing Hide-And-Seek: P.B.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You needed to find a hiding place and that quickly. You looked around. Where should you go?? Left? Right? Up?? Down?? Forward??? Backward??? What would be a good hiding place?!
You thought about all the possible places and came to the conclusion it'd be best to hide in your parents' bedroom since you didn't think anyone would go in there. They knew that was a place they shouldn't enter just like that, right? Privacy n' stuff. Therefore you tiptoed lightly up the stairs, careful not to make a creaking sound and silently opened the door to said room.
You went in and looked around, going to the center of the room beside the bed. There were three hiding places you had in mind: Inside the wardrobe, on the window-sill behind the curtains or under your dad's desk because it had that tiny space you've always fit in. When you were little at least but it should still work. Kinda. You also had a forth one but it was a bit risky and not reall
Memory Loss Germany EndingSorry sorella but you shouldn’t have betrayed us.” Flavio almost sobbed readying his knife next to your neck. He looked truly sorry as he leaned over you his dark sunglasses falling from his face and onto the floor. He held the knife and began to press against your neck when he fell to the ground a steam of blood following his head. It took you a few moments to realise that you brother had been shot in the head by someone. You followed the shot back to the blonde haired blue eyed German; Ludwig.Memory Loss Germany Ending2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Are you okay you Dummkopf! You had me worried.” He sighed walking over to where you laid.
“I’m Fi- OW!” You chirped trying to sit up. Ludwig soon noticed the stab wound in your stomach and knelt beside you ripping a strip of material from the bottom of his green jacket. He then proceeded to tied it round your stomach tightly before lifting you into the air bridal style.
“Bruder! What happen to (name)? Is she okay?” Gilbert asked running ove
Romano X Reader MisunderstandYou let out a long sigh and was fiddling with you hair on your couch. You glanced at your phone on the table, hoping that someone would text you or call you to break the boredom you had right now. Well, you usually had something to do with your boyfriend of four years, Lovino Vargas… but now he was not with you.Romano X Reader Misunderstand2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was, like, avoiding you for a week. You didn’t know what happen but you didn’t want to judge him right away. Maybe he had some problems in his family or something. You were always like that. You never quickly judge somebody that it also gave you disadvantages. One example, you had been deceived once. You were buying something for Lovino’s birthday present. They told you to pay first and to meet up with them in a café. And so you did that and waited for them in the said café. You waited pass midday and the seller hadn’t come. You thought yourself, may be the seller had an obstacle on the way. However, even until 7 p.m. the seller d
In Love With A Minor?! Chp.2 (EnglandxTeen!Reader)In Love With A Minor?! Chp.2 (EnglandxTeen!Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I just got back from my little trip to Walgreens. I had one bag in my hang, and the Starbucks in another. I was going to pu- or at least attempt to push the eighth floor button without dropping the drinks.
"Wait hold the elevator!"
Right when the doors were going to close, I stuck out my foot to prevent it from sealing off any others. They opened back up to reveal the man from earlier.
'Oh god! It's him! What do I do?!'
The stranger softly smiled at me before he walked inside. I shuffled awkwardly. Don't you hate the awkward atmosphere when you're alone with another person in an elevator?
"Huh? Oh yeah.. It's no problem."
Awkward. Again. What am I supposed to do while we're waiting in this freaking elevator? For some odd reason, it's taking forever to go up. All of a sudden, my phone starts ringing. It was in my right pocket, so it was harder for me to reach with my free left hand because of the drinks that were in my hold. I tried to reach for it. No suc
??? X Reader || GermanyLudwig.??? X Reader || Germany2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You waited for him to answer his phone as you brought yours on your ear.
"H-hey, Ludwig. C-can ya come h-here for a while? I can't sleep..." You replied
"Ja, I'll be there." After that, he hanged up.
You stared into your window, then an image of Jeff came in your mind and you jumped a bit out of fear, and covered yourself in your (color) blanket.
~SHORT TIMESKIP YAY~
You heard your doorbell doenstairs "It's o-open!" you yelled and thought 'Why the hell did I even leave it open if I'm gonna read Creepypastas?' you mentally facepalmed
Footsteps were heard and someone opened your bedroom door.
"S-sup, Luddy?" You greeted and said man sighed
"You read too much scary stories tonight, have you?"
Ludwig sighed again and sat on your bed and put his hand on your blanketed shoulder "Just count some sheep and think of happy things."
"That'll make me fly?" You joked "Can you... um.. count sheep for me?" you asked
Ludwig stared before f
(HetaliaxReader) My Neighbor's a Country?!The house that was to the right of your home was very large and pretty. If you had more money when you had moved you would have most likely moved into that house. But either way you loved your home just as much.(HetaliaxReader) My Neighbor's a Country?!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a week since your old neighbors moved from the lovely house and the house seemed empty, as if it were waiting for someone to move into it, and bring life to it once more. Until, one day you noticed that the 'For Sale' sign was gone, making you know that someone had purchased the house.
This made you very excited, and curious to who your new neighbor or neighbors might be. It could be a nice elder couple, maybe even a married couple with a few kids of their own ... or maybe a single man? You couldn't help but let a blush and a giggle out from the last thought. But, you would just have to wait and see who would move next to you.
~ One week later ~
One, fine afternoon you looked out you window to see a moving truck parked in the driveway of the once empty house. Being
The Art of Procrastination- GermanyXReaderYou did it again. You waited until last minute to do your project. Apparently putting it off until you were “inspired” didn’t work, not like it ever does. Now you had less than 12 hours to start, finish, and edit a project you were given a month to do.The Art of Procrastination- GermanyXReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Well, (Y/N), better get started,” you say to yourself as you sit at your computer, cracking your knuckles and opening up the internet.
You glance at the clock. “I guess I have time to check Facebook first.”
------------------Time skip to Midnight---------------------
“FUCK!” You smack yourself as you exit out of YouTube. You had spent the past three hours in the world of the internet and still hadn’t gotten any work done. Just then your phone rings. ‘Might as well answer it.’ You flip your phone open and bring it to your ear.
“Oh good, you’re up.” You friend Ludwig’s voice came through the speaker.
“Of course. So what
Headache (A Mass Effect 3 One-Shot)Shepherd watched as the keys of the piano depressed under Glyph's ministrations, filling the apartment with lingering notes and resounding chords. Liara sat nearby, a soothing presence, as the music washed through Shepherd's mind, clearing it. The battles on Thessia, Rannoch, Palaven, and elsewhere in the galaxy seemed more distant than ever. However, the constant reminder of the challenges ahead remained in full force. The moment was bittersweet, but pleasant nonetheless. If only this could last, Shepherd thought remorsefully, eyes slipping shut but for a moment.Headache (A Mass Effect 3 One-Shot)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"This is a nice place," Liara commented from her seat on the couch, tapping casually on a datapad.
"Shall I transfer over your reports so you may work here?" Glyph asked studiously.
"Yes. Thank you, Glyph." Liara glanced over at her human friend. "And thank you for inviting me, Shepherd."
Turning away from the piano, Shepherd once again absorbed the sight of Anderson's gifted apartment. The near-constant hum of passing