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 Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary10 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
Pony-Tales! LyricsPony-Tales! Lyrics3 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!
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
Deidara's Story Ch.2Chapter 2: "Art is a blast, un... But I wish my life was, too."Deidara's Story Ch.27 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
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
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.
TDI 2: Chapter 30(Recap by Chris Mclean.)TDI 2: Chapter 306 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Last time, on Total Drama Island, our former Killer Bass and Screaming Gopher teams took part in the final team challenge before the merge. They were forced to scale the 1,000 foot cliff and it was awesome! Bridgette surprised everyone by making it to the top of the cliff and Tyler wiped out bad! (Thanks to yours truly.) However, Gabe got on my case about it and I forgot about his knee brace, which led to Gabe not taking part in the challenge. Surprisingly, his entire team was understanding! What a disappointment! In the end, the Killer Bass finally won, with only one person who failed to complete the challenge and the Gophers sent bad boy Duncan packing. Now that the teams are dissolved, can Gabe manage to avoid getting voted off? Or will his knee injury finally do him in? Find out now on Total Drama Island!" (end recap. Cue theme so
ASk DNA - Cap 1ASk DNA - Cap 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
El mundo en el que vivimos, ya no es el mismo. Actualmente, el planeta Tierra es considerado el sumidero de especies alienígenas y sobrenaturales más grande del universo. Nadie vio venir esta nueva era, en donde las leyendas caminan bajo el mismo cielo que los humanos.
Simplemente sucedió. No fue un cambio pacifico y mucho menos bien recibido, pero finalmente la humanidad debió ceder terreno para las criaturas míticas que ya no tenían a donde ir en estos tiempos modernos, debido a la destrucción parcial del planeta provocada por la misma humanidad.
Aunque este cambio fue prácticamente radical, la humanidad no quiso dejar de ser frívola ante estas circunstancias. Tal vez lo eran para mantener las apariencias, guardando la loca idea de que los humanos seguían siendo la especie dominante. Así comenzaron a surgir nuevos partidos políticos, instituciones gubernamentales y grupos de interés.
Era más que sabido que algunos
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 Promised7 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
ASk DNA -Cap 5--La próxima cuadrilla saldrá a las cero trescientas horas- Dice un joven de piel morena, vestido con un uniforme negro, compuesto por un chaleco antibalas con la palabra SWAT escritas en este. Era bien parecido y a pesar de los años que llevaba encima, lucia mucho más joven que su interlocutor.ASk DNA -Cap 5-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-¡Rayos! ¿Acaso estos bichos verdes nunca duermen?- El otro era un hombre de piel tan pálida que parecía un fantasma. Bill sentía que los años se le venían encima. Detestaba que el mundo hubiera sido invadido por irkens, y detestaba aún más que sean alienígenas. A él siempre le habían pasado cosas raras desde pequeño, y pensó que si se dedicaba toda su vida a encubrir los casos paranormales reales con sandeces y charlatanería de estafadores o lunáticos, nadie saldría lastimado.
"Si uno no conoce, no busca. Y si uno no busca, no encuentra".
Proteger a las personas comunes del conocimiento en e
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
30 DAY PHOTO CHALLENGE30 DAY PHOTO CHALLENGE4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Day 01 - A picture of yourself
Day 02 - A picture of what you wore today
Day 03 - A picture of what you did today
Day 04 - A picture of where you went today
Day 05 - A picture of your morning
Day 06 - A picture that inspires you
Day 07 - A picture that makes you cry
Day 08 - A picture of yourself
Day 09 - A picture of what you had for lunch
Day 10 - A picture of what you like to do
Day 11 - A picture of your favorite drink
Day 12 - A picture of your favorite food
Day 13 - A picture of your friends
Day 14 - A picture of your favorite teacher(s)
Day 15 - A picture of yourself
Day 16 - A picture of your dream cell phone
Day 17 - A picture of your mp3 player
Day 18 - A picture of your room
Day 19 - A picture of your favorite musical instrument(s)
Day 20 - A picture of where you want to honeymoon
Day 21 - A picture that makes you think of your loved one
Day 22 - A picture of yourself
Day 23 - A picture that describes your life
Day 24 - A picture of what you did today
Day 25 - A picture that
Do You Believe In Angels?A large mirror hung from the bathroom wall, above the sinks. There was a basket in the center of the counter, in which was a variety of hair ties, brushes, and combs of many shapes and sizes. Amy rummaged through it and came up with a catch that she chose to throw back, and cast the line again until she came up with a rounded purple brush which she took to her wet hair with great effect. She didn't have to do too much. Her hair was relatively short and not all that curly.Do You Believe In Angels?9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She sighed as she set down the brush and reached for the blow-drier, rolling her vibrant green eyes to the sky as she went to plug it in. As she dried her hair, she kept one arm free to hold her towel up, though she wasn't sure why. No one else was home. She supposed it was the principal of the thing. Her tangerine hair flew up in random directions as the drier passed around her head, then fell flat again as she switched the power off. She tried to unplug the drier and resume brushing her hair at the same time, and, a
The Burden- Chapter 1The Burden- Chapter 19 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The elderly man paced to and fro before his old oak desk, occasionally glancing at the small, ornamental gold chest glinting sickly green in the candle light.
He paced his study, uneasy in the dim light, treading a path side to side between the large bay windows and his desk.
He stopped, slowly reached out a hand and placed it on the chest.
There was a rap at the study door. All he did was flinch slightly, but he berated himself even for that.
He took a deep breath, made his face expressionless and strolled confidently to open the door.
"Please, do come in," his voice was courteous and controlled.
The servant in the corridor darted a last nervous glance at the visitor, and departed swiftly. The figure cloaked in shadow stepped into the candlelight, and bowed slightly.
The elderly man let out a breath he had not realised he was holding. This man seemed normal but on closer inspection he noticed the odd feline quality of the face. Was this a man, a woman, or something else?
Friday"It's friday! Friday! Gonna get down on friday!" Tobi sang.Friday4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He immediately got attacked by everyone within a 1km radius. After getting beaten up, Tobi was sad. And bloody. Thus he proceeded to teleport home. Upon reaching, he searched high and low for Deidara.(Who was cleverly hiding underneath the dining table.)
"Where are you senpai? I need to tell you what happened to me~!" Tobi whined.
Todi stood on the dining table and started screaming for Deidara. "I WANT MY SENPAI NOW!!!" he yelled while jumping on the table.
When Deidara couldn't take it anymore, he crawled and slapped Tobi.
"Yay! Senpai's hehr!" Tobi said gleefully.
"What. Do. You. Want?!" Deidara screeched rather scornfully.
Tobi dragged Deidara by his lovely ponytail to the living room. Tobi plonked himself on his favourite beanbag, which was tastefully decorated with the Akatsuki logo and dango. And, it smelled of mango. Fuming, Deidara sat down in his chair. It was heavily cushioned and decorated with the logo
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 Meeting8 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 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
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 Love4 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
StigmaStigma4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1 John 4:1
"Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world."
People have a habit of trying to hide their thoughts. Staring has always been a taboo; at least, when you are caught. Being armed with this knowledge did little to ease the sting she felt every time someone quickly looked away. Crowds parted around her and reformed several feet behind her back. It cut down on travel time, but she could not help feeling isolated. She had heard stories of strangers bumping elbows but that sensation was lost in her own memory. Christiana knew how she looked to outsiders. Ice blue eyes and pale freckles on her cheeks, all framed by long black hair. The only abnormality in her list of physical features was a tuft of solid white hair nestled into the black of her bangs. So how did they know to stay away?
Despite the uncanny ability of strangers to sense there w
Katteo - Autumn"She's in love with the boyKatteo - Autumn8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
And even if they have to run away
She's gonna marry that boy someday..."
Katie kept singing to the song, listening to her iPod. It was Autumn, Katie and Matteo were sitting outside of the library. Matteo couldn't help but grin at Katie singing that song. "Am I the boy?" He asked her, pushing her slightly as they sat on the stairs that went up to the library doors. Katie rolled her eyes and grinned, "Of course not. Your name is Matteo." She said. It had been awhile, but she had gotten to the point to where she was alittle bit more okay with being near Matteo. "Ah, that explains it." He said slowly, looking out to the people passing them without even a glance at why they were sitting so low. "Explains what?" She asked back, pausing the song. "The song must mean you're in love with someone. Someone with a very old and not cool name." Matteo replied, chuckling.
Without even looking back down at her iPod, Kati