Crush 2 I take Butters by the arm as if I'm holding him as a prisoner while I ring Clyde's doorbell. "Keep your head down and look like you're awfully sorry, got it?" I whisper before the door opens. He just nods and quietly says "Got it." The door opens and Clyde comes out with a huge bat. "Ha, there's that little fucker!" Butters eyes open wide and I had to grip his arm tighter because he was trying to escape. "Oh hamburgers!" he yells. "What the ? Butters? Why are you dressed as Kyle?" Clyde said.
"It's a long story, but all you need to know is that Cartman told Butters that if he kissed a girl, he'll stop making fun of him for being gay." I say loud and clear. "Oh, sorry for scaring you like that," he looks in the back of me "Kyle why are you dressed as Butters?" I sigh, "Because it was part of Cartman's plan, it's a longer story, but bottom line the one you need to get mad at is the Fatass for startin
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.42"Hey, Stan - do you have a few minutes to talk?"More Like This
Wendy tentatively took the empty seat next to Stan at his regular lunch table. He nodded quizically.
"Sure?" He said, his mouth somewhat full.
"I'm not in anyone's seat am I?" She asked quickly, looking around. "Where's Kyle today?"
Stan swallowed and paused before speaking; he was still adjusting to the idea that Wendy knew about he and Kyle, and that they had all become something similar to friends.
"He's not here; had a college visit upstate. He won't get back in until like seven this evening."
She pouted theatrically. "Boo! On Valentine's day? Bummer."
"Not really his thing anyway" Stan shrugged.
"I see. Eric's either." She said quietly. The air between them thickened with tension. Neither mentioned the score of awkward Valentine's days they'd spent together as a couple. With all the changes of the last year, it felt al
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.38The first day of school after winter break was insane.More Like This
I realized how much I'd missed when I saw new couples walking the halls together andall of thechanges that the teachers had made to their classrooms since I'd sat in them last. It felt like I'd been gone for months, rather than weeks. But I didn't even have the privilege of remembering my time off.
Some of my teachers didn't get that. A few of them expected me to have all of the homework I'd missed finished on that first day. I should've explained that I hadn't even looked at a book since like November, but instead - like a moron - I just promised to have it turned in the next day. I spent the rest of the day wondering what the most effective way would be to bribe Kyle into helping me get it all done.
For the most part though, I felt like a celebrity. People stopped me every few steps in the hallway to welcome me back, and I could hear the underclassmen talking about me when I passed them. Pro
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.36It’s already after eleven; when are they going to call?More Like This
Stan’s parents promised they’d call me when he got released. The doctors said as long as everything checked out ok, they’d let him come home today. But it’s nearly noon and I haven’t heard anything. Maybe they changed their minds. Maybe he had to stay…
I can hear something tapping at my door and I growl at my little brother to knock it off and leave me alone. He doesn’t – instead I hear the door shake a little, and something rustle at the base of it. He should know I’m too anxious for this today. A paper slides underneath and I glare at it for a minute before peeling myself from my desk chair to see what it says.
It takes a second for it to register.
South Park, Colorado
MARSH, STANLEY M.
AGE: 17 yrs.
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.27Stan was woken up just after sunrise by the loud roar of a vacuum cleaner outside his door. With it buzzing in the hallway, he groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. A few minutes later, the noise burst into his room, full volume. He peeled the pillow off to see his mother, sweeping his floor and frowning at its contents.More Like This
"Don't you know how to use your hamper, Stanley?" She picked up an entire outfit worth of clothing and tossed them into his laundry basket.
"Don't you know it's like seven thirty on a Saturday, mom?" He grumbled as he sat up, fumbling through his covers to find his phone. "Why are you cleaning house before breakfast?"
"I have a lot to do, Stan. Your sister is bringing home her boyfriend for Thanksgiving this week, and I'd like the house to look presentable."
"And that involves my room because...?"
"The entire house, Stan." She said firmly. She continued tidying his floor while he ch
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I don't know why that word irks me so much. Just seeing it here in my handwriting is aggravating me. Maybe it's because Cartman has started using it as a way to irritate me, because he knows I'll react when he says it. If he actually knew, it would probably be a word he'd like to avoid as much as I do. If anyone actually knew, it would be a word whispered behind my back and Stan's, and it would define and label us both. I think that's my problem with it. It's such a trite word, and it doesn't come close to describing what I have with Stan, or how I feel about him.
Stan is incredible. We've known each other for most of our lives, and we've been through absolutely everything together, especially now. We've seen each other at our best and our worst, and somehow, even when he pissed me off, he still manages to amaze me. We know everything about each other, but we never run out of things to talk about. Some
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The campus of UNC was packed with people, most of them our age and pulling or carrying luggage. I knew he wasn’t supposed to be in the scattered crowd, but I couldn’t help looking for him anyway. He’d told us where to meet him, and he always stuck to that kind of thing. We were supposed to be in the lobby of the Alabaster dormitory by ten, and I was sort of anxious when I glanced at my phone and realized we’d just barely made it on time.
We hadn't even had a chance to sit down - Kenny and I were still looking around, taking in the huge scope of the building we were standing in - when we heard the elevator chime and the doors begin to slide open. "There he is!" Mrs. Broflov
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Twenty six days.
The first weekend wasn't so bad. He tried to keep himself as busy as Kyle must have been. There was little time for texting and even less for phone calls. Between Kyle's courses and conferences and his own football practice and weightlifting schedule, there were only a precious few moments that overlapped comfortably enough to allow them to catch up with each other. But it was worth the effort.
Kyle hadn't been allowed to bring his iPad, or even carry his phone during his courses. It had been days since Stan had heard his voice. Short messages sent when either of them had the time had to suffice. It wasn't really enough, but it was all they had.
When he had free time, Kyle usually didn't. Instead, he spent most of his spare waking hours with Kenny, which even resulted in hanging out with Cartman a time or two. It was oddly natural having Eric around again. The three of them played video games and talked about his newfound wealth, carefully av
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“Warm today” Kenny remarked, pulling off his orange sweatshirt. He ran his hand through his dark blonde hair and thumbed a hole in his shirt. “I need a haircut.”
“And a new shirt” Stan laughed, tossing his own shed jacket to the ground to sit on. He and Kenny sat with a thud on the barren, shaded dirt. They left a spot on the concrete slab behind them open for Kyle.
“You gonna join us, your lordship?” Kenny asked. He swiped at the cement. “Got a spot all cleaned off for you…”
Kyle huffed. “I think I’ll just stand for now, but thanks. He kicked Kenny’s foot.
“Oh, c’mon dude. Sit with us. This picnic thing lasts like three hours. You’re not gonna wanna stand that l
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Monday morning comes too quickly.
The hallways seem a thousand times louder than usual. Kyle gets to school as late as he can manage, so he won’t have to socialize. It works – the bell for class rings as he walks through the school’s front door.
It’s third period before he realizes Kenny isn’t at school. His stomach swirls thinking of lunch. He’ll have no one to talk to except Stan…
Kyle skips lunch. He knows he shouldn’t; his blood sugar goes crazy when he doesn’t eat. But the thought of a diabetic seizure somehow seems more relaxing than forcing all of his turbulent thoughts into a conversation in a crowded lunchroom.
Seventh period is nearly over when he sees him. The class is quiet and heads are all tilted down, staring at homework when he lets his eyes wander around the room. He catches Stan’s attention and they smile at each other; it’s a knee-jerk response after nearly fifteen years. I
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.2The misty morning chill of late April hung like a cloak around Stark’s Pond, and the shadows of rocks and trees blended with the dark blue of the water.More Like This
Kyle squinted against the moist breeze and edged closer to the water’s edge. It was difficult to see where it began and the muddy shoreline ended, and the last thing he wanted was to fall in on a morning like this. A morning that was supposed to be much simpler than this…
He’d been out looking for his best friend since nine that morning. It was Stan’s birthday, and they’d spent every birthday together since preschool. This year, when he showed up on Stan’s parents’ doorstep, he’d been greeted by a frustrated Sharon Marsh, telling him that her son had gone for a walk after arguing with her about his clothing. That had been two hours ago, and Kyle had looked for him nearly everywhere. Then he thought about the big rock he and Stan usually perched on next to the pond in summer. He had
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"Nami-swan! Robin chwan!" Sanji pirouetted across the upper deck, laden tray perfectly balanced on one outstretched hand. Coming to a stop between the lounge chairs the ladies currently occupied, he crooned. "Please take these tokens of my love and refresh yourselves!"
The cook basked in the glow of their attention as both glanced up from their respective reading to accept a drink with murmured appreciation. The hearts in his eyes danced with giddy happiness as he made his way back to the galley, oblivious to his surroundings.
Which was probably why he didn't notice Zoro's prone form next to the mast until he found himself sprawled across the other man.
"Oi!" The swordsman's eyes cracked open to glare at the blonde. "Bastard, watch where you're fucking going!" Strong hands closed on Sanji's shoulders and thrust him viole
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Jack's eyes opened slowly to reveal Pitch sitting in a large armchair beside the bed reading. The boy stretched out an arm and poked Pitch's leg with his sleeve covered hand. The Boogeyman looked up from his book. "So you're already awake?" Jack nodded, not wanting to speak, since his throat felt like he swallowed knives. Pitch got out a thermometer. "Open." The frost elf did as he was told and after a short time the numbers read: 89.
The Nightmare King sighed. "That's not good," and he began to walk into another room.
Jack looked confused and realized he didn't want to be alone. "Pitch, wait!" His scratchy voice managed to say.
The man huffed and turned round; his eyes looked like fire. "Jack, be quiet, you're only going to make yourself worse if you keep talking. Say another word and I'll give you nightmares for a week." The young guardian pouted angrily, but pulled the covers up over his mouth. Satisfied, Pitch left the room.
He returned shortly with a sm
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Jack Frost was walking alone in the woods, or at least that's what he believed. Not to far away Pitch laughed to himself. "So vulnerable. It's as if you want to be captured." Jack continued walking, completely oblivious to his stalker, do to that fact he was exhausted. Suddenly he heard a strange noise behind him. The guardian turned around, only to have a sharp object fly into his right arm.
"Gaah!" He shouted in surprise, quickly pulling the object out. It was a sharp arrowhead made of black sand. "Pitch," the boy mumbled as his vision blurred. He stumbled and hit the ground, his eyes refusing to stay open. The last thing he saw was Pitch walking towards him, a devious smile on his face.
When Jack woke all he could see was darkness. He tried to move, but realized he was trapped in vines of black sand. The guardian tried to break free, but the sand held him fast.
"Awake so soon?" Jack's eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he glared at the figure approachi
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This is Berk, nice place, nice people and nice pets. The people who live here are Vikings; they are warriors and they never give up.
I spend most of the time here; I think it is like nine months.
By the way, my name is Jack, The Jack Frost. I'm the one who brings the winter, the one who makes the snow and the cool blizzards, and of course the one who makes the snowstorms. Why do I mention it? Well, that is all I know.
One night with a full moon, I woke up in a frozen lake. Then the moon told me that my name was Jack Frost, and that was all…
Umm, do you want more details about me? Well I'm apparently nineteen years old, I'm pretty tall, I have white and messy hair and I have blue eyes. I am always wearing a brown coat; under my coat I have a brown vest and a white long sleeved shirt, and brown pants… oh! And I don't wear any shoes, I like to feel the frozen ground under my feet.
Well this the story of how I
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I don't own Jack frost, Bunnymund or any other character from the Rise of the Guardians Universe, I just love them a lot!
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the fic! I'm having a blast writing it and I'm so thrilled that people are enjoying it. This chapter was harder than I thought it would be, but I wanted to do it justice, and I like the way it turned out!
Aster sat in a small chair next to Jack's bed, staring at the winter spirit's face, which was so pale in nearly vanished into his pillow. He looked so much like he was sleeping that Aster kept expecting those ice blue eyes to pop open, that thin mouth to spread into a smile and tell everyone that he was fine and they could stop fussing over him. He wasn't sleeping though, he wasn't unconscious either. The guardians didn't have a clue what was afflicting their newest member, but the general consensus was it wasn't goo
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Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!
The Easter Bunny stood on the balcony of Santa's Workshop, looking out over the vast white expanse of the North Pole. The cold wind whiped his fur around, the thin layer doing nothing to protect him from its biting chill. He shivered in spite of himself, he wasn't used to cold like this, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had felt this cold. It had been just over one hundred and four years ago, just before- "No." E. Aster Bunnymund said out loud, cutting the thought off right there.
He heard the sound of the door behind him opening a moment before the voice reached him "Bunnymund, what happened?" Said the Russian accented voice of Santa as he walked over to stand next to the rabbit. With no response forthcoming North continued "You need to talk. You show up in middle of workshop, carrying an unconscious Jack who is barely clingi
Alive and Warm (WWII Kyman AU/Part II)Eric had come for me after we’d returned from a day of work, demanding I follow him, which I did. By this point, the Eric Cartman I’d known had become nothing more than a collection of memories; this person, who wore the uniform and never smiled, never once acted as I had remembered him, was not Eric Cartman, but an imposter who’d stolen his skin and worn it was his own.More Like This
On the street, our presence would no doubt cause a great deal of trouble, so Eric whirled around the closest corner, leaving me to hopelessly follow behind him. Once we were in confidence, concealed by the dark cover of night, I spoke first. I felt I was entitled.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, not caring about whatever he’d so boldly come to tell me. Fear had dominated all of me. “We’ve never had hangings before now, random shootings. Oh god, Eric, what’s happening here?”
Eric’s lips were pressed so securely together as he stared me down, but I m
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The last few days were treacherously warm.
Of course, at the time, I hadn’t known they were the last days in the ghetto, up until the final seventy-two hours. But I was certain none of the others knew the significance of November 15th like I did, and even then, I felt as if I’d cheated.
On what was to become the final day, I woke before dawn to the shrill echoes of a whistle from the streets below. It was so cold, and I felt the contrast from days past to the marrow of my bones. My dreams had been pitiless, and the memories wafting from this deep disremembered part of me became all the more impractical upon my waking in a room as dusty and hard as this. Everything smelt of brick, dust, and ice, and winter’s cold grip had begun its worst on this small corner of the world overnight.
The wailing of Hena’s baby began from the opposite side of the room, and from my spot compressed between those whose language was foreign to my own, I could ove
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Kyle and Kenny appear on stage, with everyone applauding, ready to start the screening.
"Hey, thank you everyone for coming out tonight! I'm Kyle," Kyle introduced himself to an applause from the crowd.
"And I'm Kenny!" Kenny said, with an even louder applause, mostly from the girls in the audience.
"How come you got a bigger applause than me?" Kyle asked.
"Maybe because I'm more adorable? I don't know," Kenny shrugged.
"Well, maybe they will see something different after they watch the video we shot. Roll the film!" Kyle walked off stage.
"What does that mean Kyle? You think I shouldn't have done the role? Kyle? Ohhh, here it goes!" Kenny yelled and heads off stage as well as the film starts.
The film starts with Kyle in his room teaching Ike how to play chess.
"Now Ike, the rookie could go anywhere up and down."
"Castle!" Ike shouted.
"It's not a castle! It's a rookie! One of the most useful pieces in chess!"
"Penis!" Ike laughed, pointing to the bishop piece.
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Spyro looked out of the window in his room.
Him and Cynder had returned to the temple and was happily greeted by the three guardians and Sparx and they told them everything that had happened, about Malefor and Ignitus's death.
But while Spyro looked outside he felt he still missed something in his life that he needed.
He had the dragoness of his life he could finally live in peace and he was surrounded by all his friends but there was still something missing.
He felt he had a black hole inside of him and he needed to fill it up with whatever it was he missed.
Spyro took a deep sigh and then thought of what it could be.
`I wonder .. If my real parents are alive and out there somewhere ´ he said inside his head and looked at the sun going down.
`Yeah that may be what I miss so much´ he thought and then went to his bed and lied down.
The next morning Spyro walk right to the guardian's champers and he first found Terrador.
"Morning young drago
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Spyro, with Cynder by his side, pressed on through the ashes of the place he once called home. He recognised the big tree that himself and Sparx used to play at...before he threw himself and his brother into this war.
"I feel bad...", Spyro thought. "Sparx had no need to be dragged into this...yet I let him come along anyway. Then again, I guess he is a persistant little bugger...". He also worried about his foster parents. Sparx was probably worried sick about them. "They can't be dead, can they? I don't think I could bare to lose more than what I already have lost..."
Thoughts of Ignitus ran through Spyro's head. "He didn't need to help me....why was I so pushy when I wanted to learn about my past? Why didn't I just let him go in that cave? Sure, he might of been killed by Cynder by then, but..."
The name rang a bell...Cynder.
In his moment of deep thought, Spyro had almost forgotten about the dragoness who was t
ADHDThere was something wrong, but of course, something is always wrong. Never can a day go by when something's "normal." But what is normal? Sure as hell ain't this. What's worse is when you think everything is "normal," but then you realize it not. But that is beside the point in this. A point? Yes, was there ever one? I believe so. Though I can't quite remember... So it must not of been important. Would of remembered it if it was.More Like This
So yes, there is something wrong with everything. Can't ever be "normal" as the world sees it. Just can't be. One moment I'm here, then next I'm gone into my own little world. Don't take it as unkind, this is just who I am. Also with the days I just can't sit still--I just need to move. So I twitch in anticipation for nothing. Is it so wrong that I'm like this? For I really am; not like the fakers and posers playing this off as some game. This is real, a real pain in the ass.
Can't ever be "normal." Why? Because how can you be "normal" when you have to take a
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to
HomophobiaAs I hold her hand and walk down the street, they stare and call out, "Dykes."More Like This
As I eat my lunch and holds hands with him, a family sends their 7 year old to give us a note that they are praying for our souls.
As I tell them who she really is, I can see their smiles become strained.
When I give them a hug, I feel how they stiffen.
When I kiss you good bye, I know they are shaking their heads.
When they ask who else shares this ring, I should be able to say your name without fear.
They call us perverted, but they are the ones who focus on our love life.
They say we ruin family values, when they are divorcing and remarrying many times over.
They ask us how we can do this to our families, our lives, our children, and I can only reply,
"You told us you loved us, yet now you act as if we have a disease. You ask how we can bring ourselves into a world of bullying and ask our partners to be as out as we are if they aren't. How we can let our children be teased because of
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"Come on, hurry up!" Scourge hissed as he tapped his foot impatiently at Sonic who was knelt by Shadow's grave where the single rose had grown out from.
"I'm hurrying...just give me a sec," Sonic sighed, "Shadow...it's been some time since we've seen each other, I hope you are doing all right up there." he stopped and when he heard Scourge telling him to hurry again," Well, I'll talk to you later."
The blue blur patted the gravestone before getting up and walking back to Scourge.
As they walked away they didn't notice the strange mist building up around the rose above the grave, slowly outlining a handprint Sonic had left when he gently patted the ground.
"Why do you care so much, Blue? He's dead" Scourge said with a hand around Sonic's shoulders.
Sonic folded his ears, feeling a bit insulted, "Because he is my first and only love...he made me happy just as I made him happy. And as long as I remember him, he always will be living in my heart."
"Oh please. If you ask me its all nonsense
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Sonic was zooming along the path towards Eggman's base. He had heard that Eggman was doing som experements ont he poor hedgehog and he'd escaped twice only to collapse and get taken back again by the Dr.
'I need to hurry...that egghead will pay...' Sonic thought as he increased his speed.
He found the base and dashed in, quickly finding Shadow in a pod with wires and tubes all over his body.
"Sh-Shadow!" Sonic said, in a bit of panic as he immediately tried to get him out of that pod.
As he was looking around he noticed a needle being emptied of its contents into Shadow's back since the pod was up against the wall with strange machines behind it.
"Wh-what sick joke is this..." Sonic said to himself.
He could have sworn he just saw Shadow's lips move as if he was saying Sonic's name, but only bubbles came out.
"Just hang on...I'll get you out." Sonic said.
He saw a button that said eject next to it.
Sonic went over and pushed the button.
The pod opened as Shadow fell forward onto the we
Creek - Hospital CuddlesI didn't know a lot about Craig Tucker until we fought that day in third grade. Even after fighting each other all night in the hospital I didn't know him. Sure, I knew his fighting style, and his physical weaknesses. I knew that he has a soft spot for his guinea pig Stripe. Other than that and his love for flipping people off I didn't know anything else about him. But that night in the hospital I learned something about him that I didn't know and I don't think anyone has ever discovered this.More Like This
It was around one thirty in the morning. Most of the hospital staff had gone home and the security guard patrolled the hallways. He passed by our room every forty-five minutes, fifty-five if he flirts with the nurse at the desk down the hall. I was wide awake and trying not to rip the IV from my arm again. Scared noises passed my lips, but I'm so accustomed to it that I hardly noticed. The hospital was silent except for ominous hospital noises, the guard's footsteps, and my mumblings.
As far as I