Toilet HumourThere is something to be said for graffiti found in toilet cubicles. And I mean real toilet graffiti, not just the uninspired tags that rebellious teenagers scribble across walls. Real graffiti that has absolutely no artistic merit (that stuff is saved for the bus interchanges), and is usually witty. Mostly wryly-observed commentary about today's social standards.Toilet Humour9 years ago in General More Like This
That, or toilet humour. But it's understandable.
To tell you the truth, though, I think graffiti has been going downhill since the '80s. Oh, sure, street art has flourished, but it seems nowadays that people are quite happy to bitch about the world's problems in public, instead of saving them for a quiet moment in the public loo with a permanent marker.
But, if we're being serious here for a moment, it's rather pathetic the obsession I have with graffiti in public toilets. I'm a 20-something who thinks that toilet humour is funny. I don't actually vandalise myself (I'm much too respectable for that) but the witticism
The Laughter of DucksThe Laughter of Ducks9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fisherman and son
catching nothing but minnows
and the laughter of ducks
IZ: You PromisedSmoke filled the room as Zim took in a deep shaken up breath. He was full of scars and splashes of blood were spread all over his body. He felt so weak. Like both Irk and Earth were thrown upon his shoulders. His knees wobbled, his hands shook, and his head felt like it was splitting in to two.IZ: You Promised8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The alien decided to destroy the core of the Armada's ship so then every other Invaders' ship would also loose control. The core of the armada was what controlled ever ship. At least the newest model. Lucky for Zim, he had the oldest version therefore his ship would work perfectly fine.
He smiled happily. That's what they got for trying to get rid of the almighty Zim! Since they were nowhere near Earth, whatever Zim did wouldn't cause damage to the earthanoids. A sudden pain then hit his head. He wanted to sit so bad.
But he couldn't give up. And he certainly couldn't die... Not after he promised her.
"So the whole armada is going to come to kill you? Don't you think thats a bit far fet
PinkieDash. Empty Without You.Pinkie/Dash: Empty Without You. All MLP FIM characters belong to Lauren Faust.PinkieDash. Empty Without You.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(I was inspired to write this, by the AMV Rainbow Dash x Pinkie Pie All the Things She said. As well as the fanfic 'The Party Never Ended.' Each owned by their respective authors, if my fanfic isn't very good or seems similar to them, it's not deliberate, please be nice as this is my first ever fan fiction, and was written when I was meant to be studying. )
The party was wrapping up, food was being scraped off plates into rubbish bins, empty sarsaparilla bottles and paper cupcake holders were picked up and disposed of. The guests slowly trotted out of the front door, shouting their goodbyes to their friends and congratulating Pinkie on yet another brilliant party. Pinkie held the door open with a brilliant smile, every bit the perfect party host, until at last the final guest, Twilight, trotted out of the front door and turned to the pink pony holding it.
"Great party Pinkie! A shame Rainbow Dash didn't turn
War: Battle for Meekrob - Ch 1War: Battle for Meekrob - Ch 14 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
War: Battle For Meekrob
Chapter 1 - Pregnant
On nights like this, stars glimmer in the clear Earth sky, so beautiful, it has never been this dark and yet lite.
Years ago, almost 5, Zim, an ex-invader from Planet Irk, was banish to Earth.
His mission's truth, to invade Earth, was thrown in his face. It was all a lie, nothing could compare to Zim's devistation and anger.
A year later, Tak returned to Earth, hoping to take Earth from Zim. Zim showed no signs of caring. This disturbed Tak, she expected a fight, for she was prepared. He didn't put out, he instead sat back and watched.
Tak, confused and for no reason, seemed concerned.
When asked, Zim told Tak about how the Tallests snapped at him, reveiling the fact that his mission was a lie. Tak wasn't exactly surprised, she already knew.
Tak forgot about HER mission, instead, without really knowing, she spent time with Zim, talking, causeing highway crashes. WITH ZIM!
She swore she hated him. Same for Zim, he was confused as always, alth
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
Espejo, Cap. 8Espejo, Cap. 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Espejo, Cap. 8
PG llevó a Fionna a la sala del té, y pidió a Menta que no dejara entrar a nadie excepto a Cake. Ella asintió, preocupada por lo que lo podría haber pasado a Fionna, no era normal que el señor llevara a alguien al salón del té y no dejara entrar a nadie. Pero le hizo caso sin rechistar, al fin y al cabo, era su príncipe. Gumball le dió un asiento a Fionna en un sofa pequeño pero muy comodo hecho de nubes de chuche, y el se sentó en otro en frente suyo.
-Quieres un poco de té?-Le ofreció él-.
-No me gusta el té. -Dijo Fionna, aún con la mente nublada. Le había costado mucho calmar su llanto.-
-Entonces, un poco de chocolate caliente?-
-Mucho mejor- "Tiene los mismos gustos que Fionna..." Pensó Gumball.-
Despues de servir el chocolate y el té, y de haber pegado un buen par de sorbos de cada uno, Gumball intentó averiguar más sobre "esa" Fionna. La ún
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch3Adventure Time with MLnPG ch34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A day passed with little activity, the normal routine of the land off Aaa passing along with little notice. The prince had made good by his word and had ridden Lord Monochromicorn to see his friend, still slightly sore and worn out from the long night out. The animals hung around together for a time while Prince Gumball caught up with his friend, Fionna. He explained the little adventure he'd had with the undead bassist and how he was curious about the vampire's behavior. Fionna was still under the weather but only offered advice, assuring the prince that he didn't know enough about Marshall Lee to have a proper understanding of the night-walker. The candy man took this to heart as they finally departed to return home, where he spent the rest of the day carrying out his normal orders. The issue of the next celebration came up, and he was left to design the theme and reasoning as he retired to his room shortly after supper.
He climbed the stairwell with his clipboard and pen
Pony-Tales! LyricsPony-Tales! Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life is like a party here in pony-ville
Race-ponies, magic, pegasus - it's a pony-blur
We might solve a problem or go see Bonbon
Tales of Daring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo
D-d-d-danger, watch behind you - there's a vilain out to find you
What to do? Just grab onto some Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
Not girly-tails but manly-tails. Oh, Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
When it seems they're headed for the final curtain
the Sonic-RainBoom never fails, that's for certain
The worst of messes become successes!
Tales of Daring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo
Not girly-tails but manly-tails. Oh, Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
on College and Life GoalsWould you consider buying a plane ticket before you know where you even want to go? Crazy, isn't it? But many artists consider taking on art school without a strong life goal. Without defining what you want most out of life, you'll never achieve it, and college certainly won't supply it. College is to supply you with the means to accomplish your goal, and if you don't have a strong goal, you'll flip-flop majors hoping to scrape up motivation along the way. By the end of it, you'll have gone through 4 (or more) years of indecision, having wasted a lot of money and time without having an idea of where to go in life next.on College and Life Goals4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What, then, makes a strong life goal? Is it wanting to work at Disney? Is it wanting to create a famous comic book? Or maybe you want to just be a famous artist so you can rub it in the faces of all those who made fun of you in high school? These aren't life goals. If anything, they're short term goals, because they can be accomplished, finished, and done. A life goal is
Crushed HaikuI am feeling crushedCrushed Haiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like a bed spring caught beneath
a very fat man
blowing shit up for dummiesblowing shit up for dummies6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So you want to blow something up- wether it's a spur of the moment decision, or a life long dream, we're all working towards a similar goal. This book will help teach you the delicate art of destruction using many different medias, such as fireworks, matches, dynamite, clay, potassium chlorate, combustive atoms of any type, any form of antimatter, and much more!
Chapter 1: Explosions
There are many types of explosions, each having their own category of explosives. Using the right explosives is extremely important- you wouldn't want to use an atomic bomb to blow up your school, would you? No, you'd definitely want something more powerful. Here are the categories:
Small explosions: Little explosions for jokes, fun, and the occasional assassination. Nice and subtle.
- Mento's and Coke
- fire crackers
- lighter and a fat guy who just ate at Taco Bell*
- an explosive tag
*(Very useful media, and comes in all sizes.)
Medium explosions: Your average ex
The Final MeetingMy dad left me when I was just a little girl of three or four. I don't remember much about that time period, other than the tears my mother and my older siblings shed. While they cried, I wondered why they were so sad. But I never found out until much later, when it was too late for me to look back and regret his departure. At that time, I had been more interested in trying to figure out why peppermint candies came in two different colors. Turning the thumbnail-sized candy around in my mouth, sucking on it over and over, I wondered - did the red stripes taste differently from the white? And so it was that while one of the possibly most momentous occasions in my life passed me by, my mind focused on the sweet mintiness in my mouth.The Final Meeting9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
That penchant of mine to be distracted at the most inopportune times continued throughout the years, even after college. As my future husband kneeled before me, a beautiful princess-cut diamond in a platinum band sparkling at me from the palm of his hand, my
Deidara's Story Ch.2Chapter 2: "Art is a blast, un... But I wish my life was, too."Deidara's Story Ch.28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was clear to Deidara that his own father killed his beloved mother, the only parent that truly ever loved him.
Deep in thought again, Deidara reached into the bubble water that he couldn't really see through, he accidentally grabbed the blade of a knife which caused him a gash right over the mouth on his hand.
He silently cussed to himself and nursed it, then finished up all of the dishes. He went into his small room, which was the only place he'd ever felt safe in.
And damn, it was hot. His room was too stuffy for the hot night so he took off his black t-shirt and his rock village nin head protector.
He climbed out his room through the window and onto the roof. There he was, doing what he loved most... Making the art, the art of explosions.
He sat there, gazing into the beauful, starry night as he reched into the bag that held C-1 explosive clay in it and made a tiny bird sculpture.
Everything about the sculpture was p
The Jubilant CelloThe Jubilant Cello4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pish-Posh-Tilly-Wosh, I bid you good day and hello.
Why do I sing? Why look at me strange?
For I am a jubilant cello.
I pluck at my heart and sing from my soul, my strings are a magical thing.
I dance and I hop, I skip and I ought cause I am a jubilant cello.
This world is so full of strangers who know-
Nothing about you its-so-very-sad,
But If you just pluck at their heart strings like soooo...
Their friendship is bound to be had.
Hish-Cosh-Oh-My-Gosh, I forgot I am wearing a suit!
I'm late for my meeting but I'll keep on singing cause cellos don't give half a hoot!
Deidara's graveTobi Visits Deidara's grave.Deidara's grave8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hello Senpai, It's me, Tobi...It's been almost a year, since you left us...You and Sasori. I still have pictures of all of us on my bedroom wall. I know you never thaught they were art...but now that you're gone, I appreciate the parts of you that are here forever. Everyone misses you, they won't say it, but they do...I know they do.
I wish you could talk back.
I wonder if you hear me.
I hope you do.
Is Sasori there with you? Heh, I'm stupid, asking questions that you can't answer. Well...uh...If he is...Let him know that he is missed too. I know that everyone has visited here at different times, except for Itachi, no matter what I tell him, he won't pay his respects...But don't worry Deidara! I know he misses you!...and...Senpai...Why did you have to do it?
why did you have to leave us?...Here I go again asking questions that you can't answer...But, Deidara, you...I finally have to switch rolls, and get up my courage, i have to say what I've always wanted
Congratulations Rainbow Dash, You're the new SpikeCongratulations Rainbow Dash, You're the new Spike3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rainbow dash had gotten up surprisingly early that day. She usually stayed in bed for several hours after sunrise, but today she had a big reason for getting up before the sun even rose.
"Omigosh omigosh OMIGOSH!! It's almost time... OH COME ON!!!"
Finally, the door to the library opened, and Twilight Sparkle walked out.
"Oh, hello Rainbow-"
"TWILIGHT!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR HOURS!!!"
"Uh, seriously?" The knowledgeable unicorn was quite surprised. "You do realize the library isn't open 'till 8:30 AM, right?"
"Yeah, but I could barely sleep last night, knowing that the newest Daring Do book is coming out today, and I'm so excited!!!" squealed the excited pegasus.
"Oh, that's right!" said Twilight. "Come in, Rai-"
Before Twilight could even finish her phrase, Rainbow Dash zoomed right in, throwing Twilight off her feet and almost crashing into Spike, who shouted "Watch where you're going!" at her.
"Daring Do and the Purple Dragon's Curse!" The young Daring Do fanatic laugh
Anarchy and democracyAnarchyAnarchy and democracy9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Anarchy: a political system with no hierarchy, that is, no-one has any greater power than anyone else, and consequently no-one oppresses anyone else.
For some reason, people think this means chaos, confusion, and probably a lot of violence. Nothing could be further from the truth: violence is an extreme example of someone oppressing someone else, of exhibiting their greater power. Chaos and confusion? Maybe, if that can exist without violence and oppression!
Anarchy as thus defined might not work, of course, but that's a different question – and without trying it, it's very hard to know whether it would work or not.
Whether democracy works is another question. It's arguable that democracy has never really been tried, either, but insofar as it has been tried, it doesn't seem to work very well. It certainly seems to produce a lot of that chaos and confusion that people associate with their idea of what anarchy is – and a lot of violence, too.
Cartas que nunca recebesteCartasCartas que nunca recebeste4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
O primeiro Verão chegou, escrevi uma carta,
a primeira carta com destino, a primeira carta que não enviei.
Encontrei nos arrumos das lembranças sem tempo, o caderno das letras, o caderno dos rabiscos,
o caderno das piadas e o caderno dos números, e nessas lembranças encontrei uma carta, a primeira carta.
Ingénua, acreditava que não iria chegar a este Verão sem ti,
associava-te a músicas que ouvia na altura, pedia-te para não te esqueceres de mim.
Escrevia-a em inglês, escrevia-a na minha mente, escrevia-a em ti.
O tempo mudou, e eu nem acredito o quanto, tudo que era já não é, excepto tu,
tu permaneces igual, a mesma figura que vi da primeira vez, a mesma figura que escrevi na primeira carta, a mesma que estou a escrever.
Não sei o que acreditar, em mim, em ti, nos outros, em nada. Deslizei para pensamentos horríveis, tornei-te numa pessoa que ilude,
tornei-te no que a minha mente qu
Lesharold: What I Did For LoveHarold was really happy to know that Leshawna didn't mean to hurt his feelings. He still wished that he could show her what he was capable of, though. He didn't feel like giving up until he won her over.Lesharold: What I Did For Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Leshawna...I know you consider me as just a friend. But I want to prove to you that I can be more than you would expect," he said to himself looking at a picture of them together.
Leshawna was thinking a bit about Harold, and she wasn't so sure whether or not she was a little hard on him.
"Oh, Harold, baby...I understand that you feel a little warm and fuzzy for me, but I just don't know what to say," she said looking at a similar picture.
They had to think about this. Would Harold respect Leshawna's wishes and just be good friends with her, or would Leshawna see in Harold's eyes and understand how much she means to him?
Harold first tried sending her some flowers with a note under an alias.
"Let's see if this works," he thought. He slipped the bouquet by the door and rang the doorbel
Sakura's Weight Gain ProblemThis story was inspired by a picture of yours, CulturalTaboo.Sakura's Weight Gain Problem7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I do not own Naruto.
Sakuras Weight Gain Problem
A sixteen year-old Haruno Sakura struggled to tighten a belt around her waist. This belt could hide my gain last week, she thought, but not this week. Eventually she gave up and let her enlarged stomach hang down. How did this happen so quickly? she wondered. Sakuras mind drifted back over the last few weeks to when this dilemma began.
Later, Sakura-chan! Naruto called as he ran off with Lee, Chouji, and Neji.
Good-bye, Naruto! Sakura called back. After her blonde friend had passed from her sight, she ran for the Hokage tower. Tsunade-sama! she yelled as she burst through the door.
I already know, Sakura. her sensei responded placidly. You want to know wh
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation6 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had
11. Memory"Katie, Katie! Come on, you're slow."11. Memory8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm coming! Wait up, you have longer legs then me!"
"Well you're just short!"
Katie finally caught up to her older brother, who had somewhat dark brown hair. Though his eyes were a dark orange. Katie's hair was bright orange, with her eyes the orangest of all oranges. Of course, she was short for her age. She always said she would someday be taller then her brother, but she knew that wasn't true. She was just cursed with shortness. Katie was smiling, panting from running. "H-Hey...Kitale, why aren't you at work...?" Katie asked, her young voice alittle bit squeeky. Her older brother just smiled, "Mom and dad are gone for today, at work. So I have to babysit you." Kitale explain, grinning. Katie blushed, "You make it sound that babysitting me is bad!"
"Haha! It is! You've gotten used to all my pranks. I could never fool you again. And you're just a kid." Kitale laughed, patting her head. Katie's hair was up in pigtails, like they were everyday.