A Valentine's MemoryA Valentine's Memory by preety-lady-serenity
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Matt Groening, who recently celebrated his 58th birthday. You gotta love the guy.
Waylon Smithers stopped to his tracks, causing his boss to continue walking and talking on his own. Realizing this, a couple of seconds later, Mr. Burns turned to see him with an annoyed expression. The young man had turned a deep shade of red and remained transfixed to whatever there was in the shop's front window.
Monty Burns coughed in annoyance and let out a "Smithers" of expectation. The younger man was brought back to reality and hurried to his boss' side. The older man eyed the younger man who fixed his ties and smiled sheepishly. Mr. Burns let out a sigh and hurried towards the Mayor's office.
It was later that evening that Mr. Burns d
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C.Montgomery Burns: Matt Groening
Waylon Smithers: Matt Groening
Krusty: Matt Groening
Ryan Smithers: Gav-Imp
Raven Burns: Lisbeth Simpson
Alice Burns: Alicetiger
Spyro Burns: Alicetiger
Taranis Oblivion: Alicetiger
~ 16h30 : Manoir de Mr.Burns : Bibliothèque
Mr.Burns : Ouf Tous ces dossiers m'ont épuisé Que vais-je faire maintenant ? Mmmhh Waylon et Ryan sont partis faire des courses. Alice est absente aussi, elle doit sûrement ramener de bons poulets de Rabanastre, comme elle avait dit ce matin. Coqua Croqua Ah, et puis zut, je demanderais à ma grande fille comment appelle t'on les poulets d'Ivalice. J'adore l'odeur et le goût de ces volailles, surtout le croquant Ouh, ne t'emballe pas Monty, il n'est que seize heures et demie, trouve-toi une occupation !
~ 16h35 : Manoir de Mr.Burns : Salle de séjour
Krusty : Les enfants, j'ai une bien triste nouvell
Burns' and smithers' name meaningsThis is showing the meanings of the names of the Burns and Smithers(only the airs) families(oldest to youngest).More Like This
Charles O'Neal Burns - Free man, champion, Stream
Darwin Hayword Smithers - Dear friend, Unspoke, A Smith
Franklin Jefferson Burns - Free man, Son of geoffery, Stream
Alan Graham Smithers - Rock, Abode, A Smith
Wainwright Montgomery Burns - One who makes wagons, Hill of the power man, Stream
Ernest Kenneth Smithers - Serious, Born of fire, A smith
Clifford Walter Burns - River bank ford, Ruler of the army, Stream
John Perceval Smithers - God is gracious, Pierce vally, A smith
Charles Montgomery Burns - Free man, Hill of the power man, Stream
(Sr&Jr) Waylon John Smithers - Land by the road, God is gracious, A smith
Larry Montgomery Burns -
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It was 6 o clock on a Saturday evening. The guests were all on their way out the door, leaving the museum empty as the dead. The doors locked, the lights came on, and there was silence. Suddenly, the dead of the museum erupted into life. Music began to blast on the stereo system. Teddy Roosevelt rode off toward the Lewis and Clark exhibit, excited. Rex, the very large, cumbersome dinosaur, lumbered down a hallway. Everything was coming to life all around the museum, replacing the dead silence with excitement and sound.
One little man in particular was already on his way out of his diorama. He dismounted his horse and paused at the edge, thinking. Tonight was different than most nights. Jedediah, the little cowboy, had a lot on his little mind. He took a little moment to convince himself to do what he had to do, before attaching a rope to the edge of the diorama. One deep breath, and he was ready to repel downwards and into the great, w
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"It was the Ardennes Counteroffensive, better known as the Battle of the Bulge.” stated Mr. Burns as he read from the paper in his hand, one foot placed firmly on the coffee table for dramatic affect. He spoke quite presidentially and with such vigor as one delivering a State of the Union address. Waylon sat on the couch, listening diligently as Burns continued.
“The weather was to the detriment of our allied forces as the low fog and cloud cover made visibility difficult for our superior air force to lay siege on the advancing enemy tankers. The enemies had practically decimated our front lines with--”
“Wait, wait...” Waylon interrupted, setting his coffee cup down on the table. “I thought you were going to read about your childhood and all those happy times before you moved away to live with your cold and heartless grandfather.” said Waylon before he could stop himself. He bit his lip nervously.
“Oh? And what makes yo
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And, just like that, Jane's muse vanished.
She supposed that the frenzy of exertion which launched the webcomic had spent it, but there had been times in the past when she had been similarly possessed by an art project without losing so much steam. It was particularly grievous to think of all the painting and drawing assignments that had piled up before her. The end of the semester was slowly looming forwards and Jane had never dreaded it more.
She kept checking the comments section of the webpage. Religiously, she would log on every morning before class, to find that Daria's sassy retort remained the solitary response to this ambitious project. A few weeks in, Jane's heart did a little leap of giddiness when she saw a new comment awaiting. She scrolled down with keen anticipation. Someone by the name of "rockachik2000" had written:
A rather righteous part of Jane upbraided herself for being so disheartened by this. Labour-intense though
Cherik drabble- falling asleepCharles always falls asleep first. It's easy for him to sleep - or Erik just has trouble falling asleep; Erik has never been sure which. Either way, Charles is asleep now, breathing evenly, and Erik lies awake, thinking.More Like This
He's perfect, Erik thinks, stroking his lover's hair - something that calms him, though Charles always jokes that he's going bald. Erik knows that in the morning - or even now, as he sleeps, apparently so calmly - Charles will be worrying that he's hurt Erik somehow.
Erik isn't hurt, though. He's taken no offense at what Charles said. It wasn't insensitive, really; it's just that they are two very different men and see the world in two very different ways. It's so easy for Charles to see only the good in the world. "The universe is kind," he'd said. Erik doesn't blame him. Charles has seen so little of the horrors of the world; no matter how many minds he's peeked into, nothing matches actually living through the darkest things this life has to offer.
And Erik h
Hate to see you like this -Loki Thor-Thor rushed down the long corridor, peering into the branching halls for any sign of what he searched for. His mind still swirling that he had turned his back for such a small time and the Avengers had given his dearest Brother to S.H.I.E.L.D. He breathed heavy, wide eyes as more identical halls swished past him.More Like This
He skidded to a halt as he passed one dotted with a few armed guards. Taking a few uncertain steps towards them, he opened his mouth to call out a demand for information, when the door behind the guards opened. More guards poored out followed by the grim figure of Nick Furry pulling on his gloves.
Thor's chest tightened, he knew this was it. He ran towards the door only to be held back by the guards. He grabbed the shoulder of one, lifting him off the ground "You will let me pass," he growled, "Or I shall let myself through." Thor tossed the man to the side and pushed forward. The guards pushed back, taking swings and being scent backwards moments later.
Finally the guards dre
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I know he doesn't like me at all.
Why does he just sit there,
Watching me, waiting for me to mess up.
Now he is walking this way,
His fists are clinched.
I am to scared to run,
There is nothing I can do.
So I hear your daddy's gay,
Ha that's gonna mess you up in the end.
Betcha gonna end up a queer like your daddys huh?
Queers don't make good parents, that's what my dad says.
He's a man.
Just shut up.
They are the best parents,
Even through their a gay couple,
My dads' raised me to be who I am.
The sound his face made when my fist collided with it,
that simple crack that made it right.
It was what I needed.
This is what needed to be done.
So what? My dads' are queer.
They raised me to be strong,
To know how to stand up for myself,
No matter you I come face-to-face with.
I ain't scared.
Not even of you.