Percy jackson and AnnabethPercy jackson and AnnabethPercy jackson and Annabeth7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I couldn't wait to be back at camp, I was riding in his mothers car waiting to arrive at camp Half blood, it's been a long year at shool I managed not to get kicked out of it, lucky me. After all these months of being bullied by the popular kids and worrying about monsters or Kronus arriving were ending, but it wasn't too bad I still had Rachel to talk to and help me look for monsters. She wasn't a Half blood like I was but she still knew how to kick butt. Some times I wish she were a Half blood so she could come to camp, because all my friends were gone or not talking to me. Grover was off saving the wild, Nico was looking for answers to his past and still didn't have any, Tyson back underwater in the forges, Thalia was hunting with the hunters, and Annabeth...Annabeth was still not talking to me, she avoided me the whole time I was there last summer even th
Basically BreePreface:Basically Bree5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The two vampires made their way through the forest, talking quietly but virtually unnoticeable. Riley didn't want to take Diego to her. He knew very well what would happen, and Diego was a good guy. He did not deserve this at all. Riley sighed and thought how had all this happened? Riley remembered as a little kid, singing with the other kids in the church choir. Christmases, those were really fun. He had a family: Parents, a brother and a sister, his grandpa, and countless aunts, uncles, and cousins. He had never really wanted to be a vampire. And Victoria, well some part of him said the honest truth was she didn't love him. Why should he be her puppet? But orders were orders were orders. Victoria would be furious if he did not do as told. Riley turned to Diego, probably his only friend among the newborns.
"Diego, I'm sorry man but-"
"Is there anything I should tell Bree?"
A moment later Diego vanished, and Riley would not see him again.
You're an Avatard if...1) You start writing lists like theseYou're an Avatard if...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2) You claim that you're the next Avatar
3) You've tried to reach the 'Avatar State'
4) You now have a new respect for Asians, besides that you can copy off of their tests and homework
5) You start quoting your favorite character; and in the weirdest places too
6) You can actually spell Bryan's last name perfectly
7) You know who Iroh's new voice actor is (who IS he, anyway?)
8) You spend some time each day trying to find Mike and Bryan's phone number, email address, etc.
9) Your mind and gallery is filled with Avatar
10) You don't laugh every time you find a screenshot/pose in the show when one of the characters makes a weird face.
11) You can list every change they made to the Fire Nation armor from the Original Unaired Pilot Episode to the actual show (I liked the old style better! Zuko also looked better in it)
12) You can list every change they made to Zuko from his personality (he was meaner), to his belongings (he had a pet hawk), to his abi
FiveFive5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prosper never really had a penchant for planning ahead. This quality had only gotten stronger after he had begun dating Blaire, seeing as she rarely did anything without planning for it first. However, once in a while he would make exceptions on special nights when he wanted to surprise her- their anniversary last year, for example. As it turned out, their evenings always went a lot better when he didn't plan ahead, ironic as that sounded.
Tonight was certainly one he wanted to get perfect, so he had determinedly planned for it throughout the previous weeks. Before now, the night had gone perfectly, not a flaw in sight. They had gone to dinner at the fancy restaurant he had emptied his paycheck for, at the reserved table outside on the deck, and he had sneakily managed to convince her to walk down to a nearby park with him before calling a taxi. Unfortunately, his nature was to be a little spontaneous, so when they passed a fair, of all things, on the way to the small pavilion h
Bloodbending the Body 1Bloodbending the Body 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bloodbending the Body 1
Bloodbending the Body 1...
As a skilled waterbender, you want to become the most powerful you can be.
You experiment with different moves and sometimes techniques. You grow stronger
and stronger with every move you perfect. But... nothing could have prepared
myself for the technique that would be forced upon me. A technique i never knew
existed, that would haunt my dreams.
While hiding in the Fire Nation, searching for a fire teacher for the Avatar,
i was on a walk looking for a town to buy food and supplies from. I came out
from the forest and appeared in a small village. ''Well i found one. Now lets
see what they've got to offer.'' I said to myself while walking into the village
which was covered in Fire Nation soldiers. ''I guess its a good thing we found
these disguises than because a blue outfit in a red Nation would defiantly stand
out.'' I thought to myself. I walked over to a small shop. I managed to get some
decent food and supplies. Looking up at
Aang and Katara-Epic True Love Aang and Katara: Destiny, Friendship, and Epic True LoveAang and Katara-Epic True Love7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Hello there. TarelElenar, incurable romantic and obsessed Avatard, bringing the Kataang shippers a refreshing reminder of why we love this pairing so much.
I don't exactly see why a Pro-Kataang essay is really necessary, since all you have to do to find the evidence for it is watch the show. But since it seems a lot of people are clamoring for one and I just finished re-watching all the episodes from start to finish I decided, "What the heck. I might as well."
So without further adieu, I present to the Avatar fandom my Aang/Katara Manifesto: Destiny, Friendship, and Epic True Love.
(Ye be warned that portions of this essay be filled with much flailing and spazzing as the author is both an avid Avatar fan and a hopeless romantic.)
Aang is the titular Avatar and last Airbender, the "Chosen One", the hero of the story. He's also one of the sweetest, most
Snape's Love"What did they do to you?" her sweet, sweet voice, he sighed inside.Snape's Love9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nothing, why do you care?" if she would just leave him alone she would be safe.
"Because they don't have a right to say, 'you exist, you must be punished,' because that's just mean. And that Potter, he's so-so-so stupid! He's only going to pull a few N.E.W.T.'s if he's really, really lucky. That's one of the reasons they don't like you, I think, you are smarter than them," poor Lily, he thought sadly. The fates weren't going to be kind to her. The runes his mother had read for him had told of heartbreak after Hogwarts. And death, but he didn't want to dwell on that.
"Come on, Madame Groves won't be pleased if we go to the hospital wing, we can go to that room I told you about last year."
"You still know where it is?"'
"Of course! And Potter and his gang don't know where it is, thank heavens. How is it that they always know where to find you?" Spasmodic Lily, Severus thought sadly. He couldn't tell her it was because
a city's kiss"you look rough."a city's kiss6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"like sandpaper, baby."
"i'm the pg-version of the rock-bottom girl. got my big-ass cup full of...tea. sitting on the curb with my hand subtly in my pocket...texting. texting my mother. i'm asking her to pick me up. chewing gum like it's tobacco. instead of rotting my teeth, i'm preventing cavities."
"are those the clothes you wore yesterday?"
"absolutely. got lost in the city after..."
"no. are you going to make me talk about it?"
"most certainly. were you hurt?"
"funny question. ask a better one."
"was it a boy?"
"ugh. well, yeah."
"tell me about him."
"well see, i don't really talk to him but that's less out of choice and more out of necessity. and i don't really talk about him but that's more out of choice than necessity, because if that wasn't by choice, it'd be a necessity."
"but you do talk to him?"
"and i will until he tells me he doesn't want me at all."
"but you're subjecting yourself to being used."
"so it really just
Snape's Love 4Pensieve SequenceSnape's Love 49 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"When?" Harry watched the younger version of Snape flinch as Lily advanced on him. There was a slight bulge to her waistline and that, for some reason, made Harry extremely uncomfortable.
"Two nights ago. Lucius ambushed me and brought me before Voldemort. I had enough sense to take it rather than be killed," Snape replied to her.
"Because I didn't want to leave you alone here with Potter, why else would I let that be done to me Lily?" Harry thought he heard Snape say something under his breath, but couldn't be sure. Apparently Lily had as well.
"What did you just say?" Snape's black eyes flashed as they looked at Lily.
"I love you, that's what I said. And I'll say it with my dying breath, that I love Lily Evans-*Potter* and always will," the speech seemed to drain Snape of energy and he closed his eyes in weariness.
"We should disappear, go somewhere else, please, I can get rid of this mark, I know how, I can protect you, please Lily," there was pleading in th
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
Oh, It's Love.The day was hot, which I should've expected living in the Fire Nation. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck, even as I loitered in the shadows of the school building that Aang was attending. I decided that it would be a fun surprise to escort Aang home, not to mention a good excuse for a little alone time with him. Okay, yes, I admit it, I have a crush on the Avatar, but is that so wrong? ...Don't answer that. I mean, yeah, he's an all powerful being that is the world's last hope of survival and I am a simple watertribe peasent but...okay, the argument is clearly out of my favor. I sighed slowly. Wiping my hand across my forehead, I let my gaze drift over to the sun dial across the lot. 2:57. It was almost time. Another three minutes.Oh, It's Love.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I leaned my back against the stone walls of the school, I let my ears tune in to the class just inside. The words of the teacher speaking were hushed from the thick exterior of the building so I shifted myself, my ear firmly pressed to the stone's s
The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)The White Parade: I of VI9 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They call him The Patient.
No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they just do.
It isn’t that he’s remarkable in any way. He’s tall, thin—the thinness in him probably more from his treatments than his diet or lack thereof. His hair is so blonde that in some lights people must think that it’s white, or that he doesn’t have any. There is the possibility that some
The Thought That CountsFandom: Merlin (BBC)The Thought That Counts6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: Slash, mentions of character death
Summary: Merlin keeps up the traditions of Ealdor, even if he no longer has a reason to go back there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with BBC's Merlin nor do I make any money writing this fanfiction.
The Thought That Counts
It didn't strike Arthur until late into the evening of the Yule celebration that Merlin had never actually been present during one until now. Since going to Ealdor during their troubles with Kanen, Arthur had always allowed Merlin to go back and see his mother during that time of year. As a gesture of good will more than anything, which seemed to be a major point of the entire celebration.
But this year the winter had been too harsh and her health had become too bad. A few weeks ago, Merlin received word of Hunith passing away so he had stayed in
The Other Couple"Holmes." I broke the silence after it had preservered for nearly an hour, my logical lover and I curled around each other under the comforter. His head was resting upon the goose-bumped skin of my shoulder, and as he gave his reply, I felt his lips move against my neck.The Other Couple5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Watson, couldn't it possibly wait until sunrise?"
"Well, it could, but I would very much like to call it to your attention as soon as possible. I feel I've waited long enough to mention it. It seems the type of thing you would be curious about."
"Well, for God's sake, what is it?"
I focused my gaze on the ceiling, the trio of bullet holes that resided there, and the spiderwebs that stretched across each right angle of the room's corners. "Miss Adler... she's been spending quite a lot of time with Mary lately, hasn't she?"
"Well, what do you expect, Watson? They're two single women, the former of which has been victim to a tragic rejection, and the latter of which has endured a similar, untimely divorce. It's common fo
LILY'S funny fanfic CH.2Snape: *spots Harry in class and walks over to him* Mister Potter! Our...new prostitute..O_O! *coughs* Celebrity..LILY'S funny fanfic CH.210 years ago in Humor More Like This
Harry: *shrugs his shoulders*
Snape: You dont know...*eyelids closed halfway* Tell me, Mr. Potter, where would you look if i asked you to find me a rainbow?
Harry: *blank stare*
Snape: ....*pokes Harry's scar* Clearly-
Hermione: I GOTTA CHANGE MY TAMPON!!!!
Neville: Tampon? Whats-
Ron: Hush Neville!!
Snape: ......*throws a box of pads at her with his wand* LEAVE!
Hermione: TT____________TT I need a tampo-
Snape: GO!! Before i take those back!!!
Harry: ...can I have one? o__O?
Hermione: *pouty face, scooping up the pads and running off. Trips, still in the class. the box of napkins spill all over the floor* O___O
Snape: *his back turned, vien pop*
Hermione: AAAAH! *fetal position* Craaammpsss!! >_______________________
nonexistent people"something's wrong."nonexistent people6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"what makes you say that?"
"your shirt is white."
"so, it's just white. there's nothing on it- no dirt, no ink, no blood."
"i guess you're right."
"then what's wrong?"
"i don't remember how to speak."
"you're talking right now."
"yeah. i'm running my mouth but i'm saying nothing. i'm thinking all these things, and can't say them. i'm sitting straight but everything's angled and i think i'm falling when i'm only standing still."
"i think you said that very well."
"then maybe i forgot how to see."
"maybe. i'm missing something. like it's on the tip of my nose but i won't cross my eyes to see it. "
"cross your eyes."
"i don't want my eyes to get stuck."
"look at me."
"what do you see?"
"your eyes are sad. you have a crooked mouth. your hands never touch flatly on your thighs. you look wrong, but beautiful. oh- sorry. i shouldn't say that."
"i don't think you're blind."
"i don't know. maybe i have fo
One DayWe will have a house,One Day10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A big one, you and me.
And we will have a room,
Where we can watch TV.
And we might have some kids,
And we might have a cat,
And we'll come home from work,
To cuddle while we chat.
And we can lay around,
On lazy afternoons.
And you might leave to get a drink,
But I'd hope you'd be back soon.
And I'll be writing words,
And you'll be drawing Pon,
And you'd miss me if I went to pee,
And I'd miss you while I was gone.
One day, I promise you,
We'll do everything that couples do.
...In just about a year....
Forever's getting pretty near.
We'll go out Saturdays,
To shop in all the stores.
Your elbow hooked inside my arm,
Or mine locked into yours.
Or I might hold your hand;
Your fingers grabbing mine.
And I will kiss you on the lips,
Or maybe on your neck sometimes.
And then I'll look into your eyes,
Your face will get all red.
And then we'll both be smiling,
Without a word even being said.
And then I'll walk you home,
And open up our door,
And love you for the afternoon
Dr Who+Magic S.Bus:ConnectionsLook for ConnectionsDr Who+Magic S.Bus:Connections5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When one of her students asked her where she was from, she'd answered "Gallifrey," without really thinking about it.
"Where's that?" said another. "Is it near Walkerville?"
"No," she'd replied, laughing merrily, although she couldn't have said exactly why it was funny. "It's a very long way away."
"According to my research, the name seems to fit the phonetic patterns of Celtic Ireland."
"Irish, huh? Well, the Friz's got the hair, but the accent's missing."
Even though she didn't mind the children's personal speculations (and was more than a little interested in whether they figured anything out) she decided not to bring to their attention that being from Ireland did not explain why she had been quite grown before she first saw or heard of a school bus. Or why, when she had, she'd spoken in a British accent. She didn't know, herself. But she remembered that first school bus, that accent with which she had asked the question, a fact as simple and real as sound
Little ThingsLittle ThingsLittle Things5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: male/male relationship
Summary: It's all the little things that Merlin loves about Arthur
It's all the little things that I like about Arthur. The small smiles that he reserves just for me and that I'm the first person he looks for when he enters a room. It's the little knowing looks we share and the touches that last a little too long. It's the small amounts of time that we manage to steal away and the little love bites that he litters me with so that I have to hide them to everyone but him. It's the little insults we throw at each other that we never mean, and the hushed whispering in the dead of night when all is quiet, the world sleeping around us. It's the little kisses and the little morning snuggles that we share. It's all the little things that I love about Arthur.
I asked Arthur what he likes about me and obviously and predictably, he's the complete opposite. He said "Well Merlin, I love your big goofy grin that
If I was so Afraid -edit-Characters/Pairings: Arthur&Merlin (pre-slash, if you like)If I was so Afraid -edit-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: hug!drabble with a bit of angst
CursedCursed5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Great, another boring science class and now the teacher has to leave for an unexpected meeting. I was lying on the floor staring at the substitute teacher, other kids' feet, backpacks and trash. I looked back up at Fiona. She was sitting at her little desk working furiously on a quiz. I could see the gears grinding against her skull as she was trying to remember an answer. She tied her hair in a loose ponytail to keep her hair out of her eyes while she worked. She was also wearing her mask again. Everyone has a mask you know, like most people have daemons. Daemons, for your information, are animal manifestations of a persons soul. We are just not corporal nor visible to other human beings, just other daemons. I myself is Fi's Daemon and will from hereon in narrate the story. Deal. I think Fiona's mask would look like a clown mask, always smiling though lately the ribbons in the back have been wearing thin. The bell rang. The mass of sophomores g
quietI see you seeing me and,quiet10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wonder why your perfection
I shiver and pull down my sleeves. It's your stare,
not the air,
that makes me cold.
I wonder what you want from me, what service you think I can render. Your heart weeps, I can hear it- but I can't help it.
Tell it to mourn more quietly;
you need your sleep.
If I carried solace in my back pocket,
I'd lend it to you.
But can't you see the rings around my eyes and the bruises on my mind? If you want peace,
get in line.
Broken, used, confused.
Fall in pieces.
Sweep the shattered glass into its quiet corner of despair, disrepair.
It will gather dust there.
I'll scoot over and make room.
Blowing KissesThough discontent, I bide my time,Blowing Kisses8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And spout my words in a hurried rhyme,
And wish for wistful happenings
That should be found in a million things,
Like morning dew or sunset glow,
Or the graceful fall of powder snow.
And I must wait. Discontent am I
To just blow kisses at the sky.
To be gazed upon, and feel the fire,
That draws me in and lifts me higher,
To feel the warmth is not enough;
I must be burned by this growing love.
In restless hurting and thirst for more,
Im wishing youd break down my door,
And despite the gaze Im not satisfied
With just blowing kisses at the sky.
Theres not enough of you with me
And I must go on, unhappily,
And never see what I want most-
Tis fleeting, obscure, like a ghost.
And life stampedes in glassy blur,
And of only one thing I am sure:
Theres not enough of you, so why
Must I blow kisses at the sky?
Is there a reason I must wait,
Be always from you separate
And only feel you fleetingly,
Wishing you were here with me