Eyebrows - FrUkAuthor's note: I'm on a roll tonight 8D So I wrote another FrUk fic today about Iggy's eyebrows. I really wasn't sure what I wanted...but I knew I wanted it to be funny and involve France somehow. Hence this. The end is kinda meh, but I'll deal with it. It's just a little oneshot anyway. (And England's eyebrows totally have the magic curse that Harry Potter's hair does XD)Eyebrows - FrUk in Fan Fiction More Like This
He thought plucking his eyebrows would somehow make him more attractive, and lessen the stares he sometimes got when out in public. He didnt expect them to keep growing back no matter how much he plucked them.
England didnt understand why his eyebrows were so against him. Bloody gits, he grumbled as he looked in the mirror. Cant just leave me alone for one hour, can you?
Arthur, were going to be late to the meeting if you dont hurry up! France called.
Ill be right down, he hissed. Realizing his eyeb
Father's DayAuthor's note: Just a little thing I wrote for a belated Father's Day Inspired by my parents because this pretty much happened yesterday morning XD My mom tried to cook pancakes, she burned them...yeah lol Alfred has taken on my role here ^^ Anyway, enjoy my random dysfunctional family fic.Father's Day in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was Fathers Day and everyone was sleeping but him. Arthur smiled to himself as he prepared the pancake mix. He was going to surprise them all with a good breakfast. He couldnt wait to see the look on Francis face when he ate them. He heard a noise and turned, hoping that it wasnt Francis.
It was just his oldest, Alfred. Alfred, good lad. Could you help me here?
what are you doing, Dad? he said groggily, blinking his eyes behind his glasses.
Whats it look like? Im obviously making pancakes.
Alfreds eyes widened then. Oh shit.
N-Nothing! So, uh
Happy Halloween - FrUk familyAuthor's note: Here's a little AU fic I wrote up yesterday starring everyone's favorite dysfunctional family DDHappy Halloween - FrUk family in Fan Fiction More Like This
"C'mon, Dad! Hurry up!"
Arthur smiled as he made his way through his living room to see his sons all dressed and ready to go trick or treating. Alfred was swinging his bucket back and forth, nearly hitting his brother each time.
"Alfred, stop swinging that around. You'll hurt Matthew," he warned.
Alfred pouted but stopped. "Can we go already? All the good candy will be gone if we stay here any longer!"
"We're waiting for Papa," Matthew said softly from inside his polar bear costume.
"Papa's too slow!"
A handsome blonde man seemed to float down the stairs towards them. "Hmm? You called for moi?" Arthur rolled his eyes at his husband's dramatic entrance. He was dressed as a very French looking vampire.
"Who are you supposed to be?" Arthur growled as Alfred cheered and grabbed the doorknob.
Francis fixed the cape around his shoulders and then wr
Beautiful LoveAuthor's note: So while RPing England on facebook one night, I posted a bunch of pics of the Dysfunctional Family and there was this one pic (linked below) where France was shown molesting England in bed while little Canada and America slept RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. Naturally, the comments I got on that were hilarious and were what inspired this. Some of the dialogue used during that RP is used here. So...yeah. XD Laugh and enjoy!Beautiful Love in Fan Fiction More Like This
England wasnt sure whose idea it was to have a family outing. If he had known he was to be dragged to a restaurant, he would have worn nicer clothes. But France had suddenly announced that they were going to meet America and Canada for dinner at an Italian Restaurant. It must have been Americas idea, since they were all visiting in New York City.
The food was delicious and England was actually enjoying himself, though he would never outwardly admit it. He swirled the spaghetti around with his fork and was just lifting it t
Merry Christmas - FrUk familyAuthor's note: I know it seems like forever since I last wrote or posted anything. I'm sorry! D: Anyway, I had wanted to write a Christmas fic before the 25th and I wasn't sure I would be able to because everytime I opened Mircrosoft Word, I just kinda stared at it a few minutes, got no ideas, and closed it. But I was able to write a fic just now and it's adorably cute and sweet and you might get cavities after you read it. It's set in an alternate universe, where I like to see Arthur and Francis as Alfred and Matthew's adoptive fathers. One of the scenes, where Alfred hands out the gifts, is actually a kind of tradition in my family. I usually hand them out, or my little brother helps sometimes. It's fun c:Merry Christmas - FrUk family in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hope you enjoy and if I don't make a note before then, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! <3
Arthur can hear the sounds of little feet running down the hallway and smiles against the chest he is sleeping on. "The boys are up," he whispers.
Anniversary - FrUkAuthor's note: So Mau send me this FML link and it sounded JUST like FrUk, so I worked off the quote Mau gave me and made this. It's a little heartbreaking because at the time I wrote it I was feeling pretty sad and lonely, so I channeled my feelings onto Iggy. Sorry, baby D: But I like how it came out anyway ^^Anniversary - FrUk in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had been busy at work in the kitchen, making all his specialties and eagerly anticipating the arrival of his guest. France was due to be coming over very soon, so his time was limited. He wanted everything to be special.
When the food was done, he placed it on the table and smiled. He was going to love it. He had even made some French dishes. He normally avoided French food like the plague, but since this was a special occasion, he figured he could squeeze it into his dinner menu.
He was washing his hands in the sink when he heard the door open and France walk inside. He went to greet him at the doorway, but France had a scrunched up look on his
Festival - Cuba x CanadaAuthor's note: My friend requested a Cuba/Canada fic, so I tried it. I've never written Cuba before, but it was fun :3 Also, if any of the Spanish or French is wrong PLEASE correct me so I can fix it. I haven't written or spoken Spanish in 3 years and I know next to nothing about the French language (except what my mom mutters around the house).Festival - Cuba x Canada in Fan Fiction More Like This
Canada had no idea where he was being taken tonight. Cuba had just told him over the phone to dress in wild colors and that was it. So now he walked the streets of Havana dressed in the craziest colored clothes he could find. I look ridiculous, he thought as he walked past a mirror and saw his reflection. People all around him were dancing and playing music and not even paying attention to him.
Oye! America, what the fuck are you doing here?! Cuba came stomping out of a building in festive clothes towards Canada, who shrieked and put his hands up.
Im not America! Its me, Canada! he cried.
Driving - FrUk drabbleAuthor's note: So before Mau came to get me Wednesday and take me to Heather's, I wrote this upon realizing that me and her in the car = France and England in the car. I wondered just WHAT would happen if these two got lost while driving somewhere...and wrote it in like a minute XDDriving - FrUk drabble in Fan Fiction More Like This
You dont even know where youre going, do you?
France glared at the man beside him in the car. If youre going to be a backseat driver
Oh no, Im perfectly fine being the passenger. I would just rather not be bloody lost when I have to use the loo.
France counted to ten in his head. You have the map, oui? What does it say?
I dont know, its all in French.
He twitched. England smirked. Of all the people to get stuck with, he grumbled.
Im not any happier about it than you are, the Brit said airily. But how about less whining and more driving?
Sweet Dreams - FrancexEnglandAuthor's note: Heeeey~ So uh...this fic is based on something that actually just happened to me last night. My family and I went to go see a movie and as we were getting back into the van, I smashed my head against the roof of it and screamed out in pain, I cried, my mom freaked out and wanted to take me to the hospital but my dad just drove us home so that I could put ice on it. My head still really hurts, it's been throbbing on and off since early this morning and I can see the scrape and the bump on my head now too...blah. So in my fit of genius, I thought I'd write a little FrUk fic with Iggy in my place.Sweet Dreams - FrancexEngland in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mon cher, how are you feeling?"
England attempted to roll his eyes but it hurt too much to do so. "I feel like I fucking smashed my head against the bloody car, that's what."
"Well it is your fault you weren't looking."
France had a pitying expression on his face and England wanted to wipe it right off. "Just shut up and give me the damn ice pack."
Kiss Me - FrUkAuthor's note: Last fic tonight, I swear! So I wrote this one today out of the blue with just the first line to go on. Hope you like :3Kiss Me - FrUk in Fan Fiction More Like This
France merely stared at his guest with raised eyebrows. "Excuse me?" he said.
Large eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "I said kiss me."
"Why?" Normally such a request would make him spring into action. But for England of all people to be the one asking, well, he just wasn't sure how to respond.
England glared at him. "Because I want you to."
"But you always say my lips must taste like a frog's."
"And that you hate my beard."
"I do. It looks awful."
"Then why on Earth do you want to kiss me, Angleterre?"
England shrugged. "Must I need a reason?"
"Yes!" France cried. "You cannot request something like this of me without an explanation!"
"All right," he replied, looking bored. "My explanation is this: we have known each other for centuries."
"And it's only proper that we should kiss."
Aqua-Lisa, chapter 5Chapter 5: Aqua-Lisa vs. Dr. ColossusAqua-Lisa, chapter 5 in Short Stories More Like This
As Lisa swum forwards, she was struggling to keep her speed up. She could have also used her powers to rocket herself forwards through the water, but she wanted to save those powers for her possible confrontation with Dr. Colossus.
After reaching the international water borders, Lisa started looking for anything suspicious at the ocean bottom. However, she saw nothing.
"Darn it", she thought. "How can one underwater base hide itself so well? I better surface to see if I see the oil tanker."
Lisa surfaced and looked around. When she looked towards the coast, she saw something odd in the sky.
Lisa was both shuddering and surprised. Not only was she afraid of pigeons, she was also surprised to see them so far off coast. It wasn't even the traveling season yet.
"That's odd", Lisa thought out loud. "Pigeons don't usually fly so far out sea. Something funny is going on."
Then Lisa remembered something she had read about pigeons.
Playing God chapter 1((((==> WARNING! SPOILERS LIE AHEAD! This is the only time I’ll say this, because I don’t think I’ll have many people skipping the first chapter.))))Playing God chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The lull of evening descended upon a relatively quiet town. Many of its residents had recently finished their dinner, gotten home from the late shift, realized that they were now in debt after a shopping spree, or other mundane things like that. The chill of late fall often brought the day to an early end, and as snow had been forecasted for the oncoming night, many of the folk who would normally be romping about outside of their homes were instead forced to seek shelter and warmth. Those who were still about the peaceful town, however, might catch a glimpse of a girl who had seen enough warmth for a lifetime.
The girl was a teenager, clothed in modest garb and covered in soot. She clutched a damaged teddy bear in her right hand, her dead eyes staring straight ahead. The work was done. Her parents had died in the night b
Playing God chapter 5Daylight found Willow huddled beneath the cracked, blackened branches of one of the many former pine trees surrounding her. Her eyelids just barely parted, allowing her only the faintest sense of morning daylight. She hazily reflected upon the previous night, breath coming in low, shallow gulps. She had not seen the beasts that had attacked her, not truly. They were beyond the revealing firelight's range, and therefore beyond her knowledge. Wilson… wherever he was… had called them "hounds" or "werepigs"… or possibly "pigwolves". He'd seemed a bit flustered, which of course was understandable, seeing as he was probably dead by now. Maybe he had been engulfed by flames. Willow could hardly pick one event from another in the explosion of fear and action that had occurred after she had left Wilson. She ran with the torch she had lit, which she hoped kept at bay… whatever it was that lie in wait in the darkness of that rough expanse. She could hear things aroundPlaying God chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Playing God chapter 4"You'll want to have a campfire built before the sun sets," Wilson suggested. "Just let me rest, okay?!" Willow snapped. She'd been hard at work for hours, collecting sticks, grasses, and rocks, her only meal what meager amount of berries she'd been able to collect before Wilson informed her of some pressing matter that she MUST ATTEND TO IMMEDIATELY. He had been tirelessly advising her for the better part of the day, only stopping when she claimed to have heard something growling from afar and asked him to investigate. The odd man had done so with surprising urgency, causing Willow to wonder if there was something to worry about after all. Those thoughts were soon lost, however, as Willow laid back on the brittle grass, watching as the strawberry light of the sunset played itself across the reaches of the sky. She was tired and hungry, but at least she was distracted. This odd world almost seemed pleasant… if a bit foreboding. The mindless tasks of survival had kept Willow's thPlaying God chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Playing God chapter 3Willow’s face held a taut, emotionless expression as she tried to think of what the man had actually said. What she had heard him say was that he could offer her “three wishes”. That was, of course, ridiculous, even for someone who could seemingly control shadows (though Willow was still wary to believe anything this strange man said. She’d seen many who could blusteringly claim anything to take advantage of a situation). She tried to think of words that sounded similar to the two she had mistakenly heard, but any alterations that she could come up with seemed even less likely. The man who had made her the offer seemed unsettled by her delayed response, and had begun wringing his hands together nervously, eyes down.Playing God chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
“…Three wishes,” she repeated at length, unable to come up with a suitable alternate. “Ah, yes,” the man replied, seeming relieved at Willow’s eventual reaction, “three wishes.” Willow shook her head s
Playing God chapter 2((((==>It might be useful to know that I have never actually beaten Don’t Starve. I only know the ending based on a video that I watched of it, and as I haven’t gotten very far in the game (the first level of adventure mode, at this point in time), I may get some story-related details wrong. Please don’t dwell on those if you see any!))))Playing God chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Wilson was fairly confident in the strength of the mental connection between him and his Pawn. He had taken it to the far edges of the islands, far away from where he was on his plane. He still wasn’t quite sure how all of the islands were connected, but he believed that they all existed in the same space, and in the same dimension, just on slightly shifted versions of said space. This created what he called “planes”, or areas in a world that are only accessible through certain special means. At first Wilson had thought that Maxwell’s doors were one of these means, which in a way they were, but they were not w
Playing God chapter 6Willow marched single-mindedly through the woods, once again followed by Wilson. The man had tried several times over the past half-hour or so to strike up a conversation, but each attempt was struck down with either a glare or pointed nonresponse from Willow. "… So I see you've survived a night in the woods on your own," Wilson said, hoping to pry a response from Willow. "That's uh, pretty crazy, right? It's sort of like a right of passage out here…"Playing God chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
Willow said nothing.
Wilson rubbed his gloved hand nervously along equally gloved his arm. "It's pretty impressive that you've managed to do so at such a young age. Why, I wasn't out here until I was… well, I'd rather not say. It makes me feel pretty old!" It seemed that Wilson's poor attempt at humor was getting him nowhere. He sighed, casting his eyes downward, "look, I'm sorry. I just…"
"Just WHAT?!" Willow snapped as she spun around. Wilson was glad she was finally talking to him… but this wasn't wha
You never gave upYou never gave up.You never gave up in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forget my consistent efforts,
my coveted idealism,
my persistence from afar.
You came back yet again -
for such a small embodiment.
you never gave up.
You never gave up.
like a fly to the window,
time and time again
you flew blindly.
I simply wished you gone,
gone from this wretched windowsill.
you never gave up.
You never gave up.
Recognise my screams,
begging your hindrance.
You won’t stop.
Assault the walls of my mind
- already fortified -
for motives unexplained.
you never gave up.
You never gave up.
Never mind my hand
you loathsome pest,
you tried again... again...
Was it mere stupidity,
or cruel desire for my anguish?
I could not understand.
you never gave up.
You never gave up.
Spark my interest,
my utmost confusion
to your true intentions.
Little fly, still hitting my window.
Your never-ending e
Imaginative thoughtThe stories we could tellImaginative thought in Free Verse More Like This
with but a single narrated verse -
the seams our everlasting conscience is woven of,
but for the mere apparitional presence
of common sense.
Celestial verses of endless enigma,
tempestuous tales of the beyond,
not simply written
but composed –
complex symphonies of idiosyncrasies,
emphasised by our distinct verses.
Words are but the bare flesh
of the sublime written art.
Simply a shell, a visual portrayal
of the soul that lies within -
the true essence of an epic,
the inner pith of a poem,
the nucleus of a novella...
The common writer’s sword and shield,
- be it factual or fiction -
imagination represents who we are
through the phrases we manage to weave
as the seams of everlasting conscience are formed
in the single narrated verses
of the stories we manage to tell.
Some people...Some people ask whySome people... in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I wander when I wonder.
Yet I just wander...
Ramblings of a lovestruck madman I.Ramblings of a lovestruck madman in Free Verse More Like This
One... one word, I.
Three-way road of desperate strugglesi-)Three-way road of desperate struggles in Free Verse More Like This
The flame tastes ever so sweet this subtle time of sundown;
watch its poetry burn a new azure for the summersong of tomorrow.
Moonlit magma awaits my presence and I shall not deny
her wishes, strike a flame and let it rage (never end, my sweet...)
Infernal symmetry blackens the lustful essence of my being
To See You SmileTo See You Smile in Free Verse More Like This
I appreciate the comments
And the favorites
But I really wish
I could see you smile.
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Hope and Expecations: Part 2I must admit, sleeping alone is not as cool as it once was. Sure you have all the room you need to yourself on the bed, but once you have a wife, things feel so empty when she is away. For three full nights I was alone without Marge while she was in the hospital after giving birth to our second child Lisa. At first I thought the idea was great, more room for me for a few days, but then on the first night as I lay there, I realized I had no one to hold on to. It's definitely a crushing experience, and I hope nothing horrible ever happens to Marge because you never realize how much you miss your wife until they leave you for a while.Hope and Expecations: Part 2 in Drama More Like This
But the loneliness is gone for the moment, thank God. Marge came home this afternoon with Lisa in tow. She is a darling little thing, so tiny and so innocent, unlike Bart who had the mischievous look in his eyes the minute he burst from the womb. Of course, looks can be deceiving; maybe she is hiding it for a few months before she shows her true colors. Or m
Hope and Expectations: MaggiePork chop night, a night that is rarely missed by my family, mainly because Homer claims I make them to perfection. The kids love it too, they say that the slices of meat are tender enough to make it extremely juicy and delicious, there is rarely any fat, and if there is, it's just scooted aside to be thrown away later or given to the cat who seems to enjoy it. No one complains, they eat it with vigor and compliment me on another delicious night of pork chops, along with a scoop of apple sauce that disappears as quickly as the pork chops. It's something I always enjoy making for them; I always prepare them with love and care even on nights like tonight.Hope and Expectations: Maggie in General Fiction More Like This
Of course tonight I knew things would not go well, I knew it the moment I walked into the supermarket and had to buy a new brand of pork chops that were cheaper due to the financial situation we are in now. Homer decided to change jobs; he wanted his dream job working as a pin monkey at a local bowling alley. He had wanted to do this fo
Simpsons:Hope and ExpectationsIt's two A.M.Simpsons:Hope and Expectations in Short Stories More Like This
Even though I've been working through eight hour shifts for the past three days and feel exhausted, I just can't sleep. My mind is racing with thoughts about what I have put myself through, and most importantly what Marge has gone through. I keep thinking if I did the right thing by marrying her, I love her to death but I can't believe I went as far as to get her pregnant. I mean it's great that I will soon be a Dad, but will I be a good provider for him?
Working these eight hour shifts have been long and tedious, flipping burgers is not my idea of fun, and neither is sitting by the drive through waiting for some low life to show up and ask for a meal. They always want something special on that meal, extra mayo, no onions, can the hamburger have no meat in it, that of course it not possible, but I just humor them and give them a fake smile when they come up to the window. And I do it all for Marge.
I miss her so much right now, but I really don't deserve her, not a bum li
Hope and Expectations: Chapter 5, Life Ruined?"So you've ruined your life"Hope and Expectations: Chapter 5, Life Ruined? in General Fiction More Like This
I kept staring at those words on the pamphlet Dr. Hibbert gave me after he announced I was pregnant. I am not ready for this, not at all. It felt like a stone had fallen into the pit of my stomach, and I wanted to throw up. But I knew it was only the baby that was inside, the one that had given me morning sickness for the past few weeks, the one that was now ruining my life. I could not believe I had let myself stoop so low with Homer the night we joined the castle club. Granted I love him dearly, but I don't think we are actually ready for this.
We don't have the right jobs for us to take care of this child; I still live with my mother and my sisters. Homer lives on his own, but how much can he do for me when he barely even finished high school? If I got a new job, it wouldn't be for very long, I would have to take care of the baby. I can't ask my mother for money, she has my sisters to take care of. So what should I do?
I'm so upset and thinking so hard a
Jeg liker deg Skwisgaar"Jeg liker deg Skwisgaar. Jeg... Jeg tror jeg elsker deg. Og jeg vet cant du forstår noe av dette, men du aner ikke hvor godt det føles å fortelle deg dette. Jeg skal dra nå... farvel Skwisgaar. Jeg ser på treningen!" - Toki WartoothJeg liker deg Skwisgaar in Fan Fiction More Like This
Does he notice?"I sense there's something in the wind,Does he notice? in Teen More Like This
That feels like tragadies at hand,
And though I'd like to stand by him,
Can't shake this feeling that I have,
The worst is just around the bend,
And does he notice,
My feelings for him?
And will he see,
How much he means to me?
I think it's not to be.
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd,
In their enthusiastic cloud,
Try as I may it doesn't last,
And will we ever end up together?"
I found my self singing these lyrics while laying in my bed during the early morning hours. Thinking of the infamous...well lets leave him unnamed. I reached my arm above my head and stared at it, moving each digit individually letting the light hit my face in several different ways. A quick movement in the shadows. I sit up alarmed, but alas, it is all in my imagination. Or it may be paranoia...My sanity has slowly been fading away, along with my imagination and creativity. I thought of my nightmar
Just OnceJust once, let me be happy.Just Once in Free Verse More Like This
Just once, look at me as if
I'm the only person in the world.
I know you won't.
Just once, can't I be happy?
Just once, don't ignore me.
Just once, tell me everything.
Everything you've kept from me.
Everything that's "not important".
Why can't you do that?
You keep hurting me...
You don't even know,
How I lay here at night,
The warm tears of sadness,
Running along my cheeks.
I tell myself to shut up, be quiet.
I know you love me.
I don't want to lose you.
But it hurts...
Just once, let me love you.
Just once, be there when I need you.
Just once, cheer me up.
Just once, please comfort me.
Thats all I want.
Bleach: A Shinigami Break 5Bleach: A Shinigami Break 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Five: Digging Deeper
It was almost two in the afternoon and a light breeze was blowing across the beach, making the sand dance and float through the air. Jushiro Ukitake shivered slightly as the breeze moved past him but everyone else seemed to be enjoying the brief break from the blistering heat, especially Toshiro who had moved out of the hut he'd been hiding in and was now standing with his feet in the sea. Rangiku decided that it was time for a game; the frisbee hadn't been working to her satisfaction (she believed that it was defective) and so she decided that a hole-digging competition was in order. With a little help from Renji and Orihime Rangiku managed to gather almost everyone onto the beach in a large circle; Jushiro and Shunsui were still sitting a little way away and Byakuya was standing away from the group with his hands behind his back. Shunsui watched as Rangiku spoke to Nanao and then as Nanao quickly made her way to her captain,
"Captain Kyoraku!" she stood u
Bleach: A Shinigami Break 6Bleach: A Shinigami Break 6 in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Six: No Going Back
"Well, this is spectacularly boring!"
"What? It is! Why can't we have another competition?!"
"Because you almost got Yachiru killed!"
Rangiku let her head fall backwards and stared at the sky, "Oh please, she was fine!"
Toshiro sighed, there was no way of getting through to Rangiku when she had something planted in her mind, especially when she was already so bored. Everyone else was busying themselves with something or other while the sun was still beating down on them; Sui Feng and Isane had finally mastered the frisbee and were throwing it to one another with great precision and speed. Orihime, Renji, Rukia and Ichigo had somehow managed to persuade Byakuya to play volleyball and so they were all waist-deep in the sea attempting to bat an inflatable Spongebob Squarepants ball to each other. Yachiru had finally regained consciousness and had forced Kenpachi to build sandcastles with her and Shunsui, Nanao, Retsu and Jushiro had taken a walk to tr
Bleach: A Shinigami Break 4Bleach: A Shinigami Break 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Four: Regular Folk
"Ooh! This one's perfect!"
"Don't you think it's a little Frilly?"
"No, the frills make it so cute!"
"Err " Rukia held up the frilly pink swimsuit away from her body like she was holding a wild animal. It really wasn't her style and, no matter what Orihime said, it never would be. Orihime had persuaded Rukia to go shopping with her for a new bikini and had somehow managed to goad Rukia into becoming her new dress-up doll. The orange-haired girl had forced her to try on numerous swimsuits and bikinis but Rukia just wasn't interested in any of those girly things, she'd much rather have gone to the cinema or even bowling. Rukia looked at Orihime, who had finally decided on a very brief turquoise bikini with jewelled straps, as she made her way towards the exit of the mall; somehow Rukia had also been jostled into going to the beach with Orihime to 'try out' the new bikini and so that was their next plan of action. Rukia just hoped no one would be arou
You've Got a Foe In MeYou've got a foe in meYou've Got a Foe In Me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You've got a foe in me
Gonna smack you in the head
Gonna land you in a hospital bed
You just remember what your rival said
Man, you've got a foe in me
Yeah, you've got a foe in me
You've got a foe in me
You've got a foe in me
I will tie you to a kitchen chair
Then kick you down eighty-seven flights of stairs
Might get a few bruises, but I don't care
'Cause you've got a foe in me
You've got a foe in me
Some other folks
Might be a little bit bigger than I am
Rougher and tougher too, maybe
But none of them
Will ever hate you the way I do
It's me and you, pal
And as the years go by
Our hatred will never die
You're gonna see
It's your adversity
You've got a foe in me
You've got a foe in me
You've got a foe in me
Never Read a Book Like ThisWell, Harry Potter had ten billion hitsNever Read a Book Like This in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And Narnia is an endearing tale
But this Twilight thing, man, it's the pits
Can't think of nothing that's made of more fail
There's some real horror in the bookstores, now
So many other great titles forsook
What's all the punch, pizzazz, yahoo about?
See, all ya gotta do is take a look
And you'll say:
"Hey, Mrs. Meyer, ma'am,
What this displeasure be?"
Let her take your money and your brain
You ain't never read a book like this!
No, no, no!
Why bother with this book?
I wouldn't take one if it were free!
Come on, don't whisper, make your voices heard
You ain't never read a book like this!
Yes, sir, we pride ourselves on knowledge
This Twilight, it's all a lie
It ain't so nice
It stinks on ice
It's enough to make old Shakespeare cry
Trust me, just stay away
Or you will be sorry
I'm in the mood
To save you, dude
You ain't never read a book like this!
Can your books do this?
Can your books do that?
Meyer can pull this
Out her little hat
A good read?
Pet PeevesWe all dream of a pet to call our ownPet Peeves in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some creature to take refuge in our home
But when the thing's there, all too soon you find
Yourself saying, "I must be out of my mind!"
First, there's the dog, sweet and full of cuddles
The next thing, you're stepping in his puddles
He tears up your yard and won't let you sleep
And lies around in a big, smelly heap
Then there's the cat with her musical purr
Yet she sheds no less than three tons of fur
Your new curtains are woefully shredded
And she stakes claim to every chair and bed
Then there's the parrot who knows how to talk
But he keeps you up all night with his squawk
There's no way you'll catch him if he gets free
And you're feeding him almost constantly
Then there's the goldfish, who doesn't do much
She dies almost instantly at a touch
You're making daily trips to the fish store
To find one to replace the one before
Sure, a pet may sound like a lot of fun
But be forewarnedyou're really in for one!
Be prepared for a lot of noise and st
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Maka stormed through the streets of Death City. It was bad enough that she had to be hospitalized again and that she had been out for 13 days but to be brought to that perv's house was too much! A shower and a change of cloths were in order to erase at least some of the stink. A chill evening breeze eventually cooled her head enough to be able to think straight. She had thought it was mid-morning at the latest and she was too angry with her father to notice the setting sun at first. She paused and breathed in the refreshing evening air. *Soul will want dinner* She thought as she gazed at the horizon *Maybe I'll make fish. He'd like that*
She blushed a little at the thought of her red-eyed partner. She had always thought of him as her best friend and had had a bit of a crush on him for a while when they first partnered. He was the first man she could trust after all so it was logical that she would like him. Over time her feelings for him had grown into something much stronger but
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Soul almost passed out. Maka was standing in his doorway. Slender, inquisitive, and cuter than ever in a sleep shirt and shorts; she stood in the hallway with her blonde hair out of its usual pigtails. No, he had to be hallucinating. Maybe he had gone crazy after all.
"Maka?" He tested, expecting her to vanish before his eyes.
"Hi Soul, I'm home." Maka said in a quiet voice. "Is everything ok? You look really . um . pale."
Being pale was the least of his problems. He looked an absolute mess. His hair was more wild than usual, his eyes were puffy and blood-shot, tear stains ran down his cheeks and his lip was bleeding a little from where a sharp tooth had punctured. Concerned and at a loss for what to do, Maka placed the back of her hand to his head to test for a fever. No fever but he did feel cold and clammy.
Soul gave in to his feelings almost before he realized what he was doing. As she began to take her hand away from his head, he grabbed it and pulled her slender bo
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Soul struggled with the door but eventually stumbled into the apartment gasping deeply. He had just run all the way back home. The panic attack had been so bad he couldn't even remember if he had ridden his bike today but it didn't matter. Nothing at all seemed to matter. He just had to go someplace where he could be left alone to think. Blair was working today so the apartment was empty and still. Soul closed the front door then automatically went to his room, shut and leaned against the door. *Not that any of this is necessary* he thought darkly but somehow it was still comforting to have the door closed.
He slid down the door and sat on the hard wood.
Was he really expected to get a new Meister? Looking from the outside it seemed like a logical step. Shinigami-sama had not mentioned anything to him about finding a new partner, but that may be because he was just allowing him time to mourn and come to terms with his loss. He had heard once that 'time heals all wounds' but at thi