I am YouLife spoke to the void.More Like This
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to
10 details that spoil a good fanficI do not consider myself a good writer. I think I'm far from it. Only wrote four fanfic (actually were 5, but deleted one).More Like This
But I read a lot. And I decided to show the most coomus mistakes I see. I will not say the name of fanfics, not to hurt anyone.
01) Characters very
OOC. =>A little OOC's kind of cool. The problem is when it exceeds the limits and we were asking ourselves "who is this guy?"
02) Not say that the universe fanfic goes. =>I've read a fanfic that seemed to pass the universe Transformers G1 but Airachnid was in the plot and the description of Megatron, Bumblebee and Starscream looked like the Animated Universe
. It may seem silly, but I like having the head which is the voice and the appearance of the characters. With this mixture of the universe, I get confused.
03) Put dispensable details during a fanfic
mature.=>We're reading a hot fanfic and suddenly, appears a detail in midsentence that breaks the mood. Not good, right?
04) Super perfect characters.=> Ok
How to Court a FeministIf you hold the door open for me,More Like This
I hope it's because it's a decent thing to do
And nothing to do with my gender.
If you buy me a drink,
Expect me to do the same for you.
I'll cook for you
(If you don't mind burnt food)
And I'll clean for you
(If you'll return the favour).
Not because I'm a woman,
But because it's a nice thing to do.
If you're nice to me,
It's not a ticket for sex.
If I'm nice to you,
Sex doesn't always come next.
If we go for a meal,
I want to split the bill.
I don't expect you
To sing to me,
Whilst climbing through my window sill.
I don't care if you've had sex or not,
As long as it's the same for me.
I don't want diamond rings,
Don't get down on one knee
I don't owe you anything
And you owe me nothing.
My gender is not entitlement,
And neither is yours.
If I'm drunk, I can't consent,
And I'll love you more for not doing it.
If you hit me, I'll leave you,
And if I hit you, it's just as wrong.
If I cry in front of you,
I don't expect you to fix everything.
If you cry
Through the Shattered GlassThis was bad, this was bad! Three human youths pound their feet as the run through a nightmarish landscape that was, perhaps once upon a time, their home of Jasper, Nevada. They weren't sure as to how they got here, something must have caused the ground bridge to become unstable. Suddenly the lone female of the group darts behind some rubble, then grabs and pull the tallest male, who in turn grabs their youngest member. At last, a chance to catch their breathe and clear their lungs of smoke. They cough heavily then breathe through either sleeves or collars.More Like This
“W-where are we?” Rafael whimpers in fear.
Miko answers sarcastically, “Jasper, Nevada. Welcome to Hell on Earth! Enjoy your stay.”
“Miko!” Jack snarls at her looking out from their hiding place. This was wrong, this wasn't the Jasper they knew. Raf's idea of going to a different dimensional seems more logical by the second, more so after crossing what they thought was a
Wrecker Facts#1.) Wreckers don't call for back up, they call for clean up.More Like This
#2.)It takes a special brand of Bot to be a Wrecker. Not just anyone has what it takes.
#3.) Roster calls are pointless.
#4.) If you leave a Wrecker behind, you better go back and get him.
#5.) The motto is Wreck and Rule. Not Roll out, not Wreck it Ralph. Get it right.
#6.) Explosions and Wheeljack don't mix.
#7.) When in doubt, shooting it usually works.
#8.) Bulkhead should NEVER be allowed to learn Circuit-Su less we repeat flattening an officer.
#9.) If still in doubt, shoot it again or poke it with a stick.
#10.) Top Spin and Twin-Twist are the other pair of terror twins.
#11.) Decepticon drones make great Jet-Judo dummies.
#12.) A well cared for weapon is better than a roughed up weapon.
#13.) That being said, any weapon is better than no weapon.
#14.) Playing chicken when in a Star cruiser is well worth the almost collis
TFP: Starscream+Steve DrabblesDisclaimer: I do not own any Transformers characters. I make no profit from this. I've gotten different names on who created Steve: Technowarp and GraciferPrime.More Like This
A/N: Main pairings for these drabbles are Starscream/Steve with some Megatron/Starscream/Soundwave and Starscream/Vehicons thrown in. Read the warnings for each drabble.
Title: A Vehicon With a Name
Warnings: OC, slash
A Vehicon trembled in nervous anticipation as Starscream approached him after a heated battle with the Autobots. The Autobots had come dangerously close to discovering the energon mines, but the other Vehicons, and himself, had driven the pesky Autobots off without revealing their secret location. Starscream seemed less than thrilled with their efforts, ranting about how no Autobot was killed or captured while slapping or firing at several Vehicons. He remained still as Starscream closed in on him, willing to accept any punishment the Seeker dished out. Unlike the other Vehicons, he worshiped Lord Sta
It Was A DayIt was a day a little bit like todayMore Like This
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
It ranked up there with the day that you realized that everybody else saw the you in the mirror, not the you inside your head. Not the you that was lean and tough and clever, not the you with perfect hair and a resonant voice that never said “Um….?”
Not that you.
No, they got the one that was fat and wobbly and stiff inside with
nothing speaks to me this wayThe hours like drops of fog have weighed on my eyelids as we crept into dusk, but they’ve weighed on me as well. I passed the day with sleep and idle things, but nothing clears the haze. I cannot see; I cannot feel the warm. I think my nerves decayed in the evening from disuse.More Like This
It’s darker now; I ought to sleep, but why? I’ll pin my eyelids to my brows and leave the stars to scald them.
I’ll hold the night sky close like a ragged blanket. It won’t quite keep me safe from the light or the monsters in my closet or my head, but maybe it will keep me from the cold.
I’ll weave a black cocoon, and the morning sun will shatter us like glass.
For A FriendWe dreamed side-by-sideMore Like This
Of oversized versions of youth
And knew it all
Because we had each other.
Someone recommended making scrapbooks,
So we’re drowning now
In scraps and rags and open wounds
When all we ever meant to be
Were versions of the truth.
River and FlameLove, make me beautifulMore Like This
make me so kind
please make me perfect
love is not blind
paint me, my artist
give me eyes of blue
stare into my soul
but don't let me see you
open my heart
and tear it to shreds
and watch it flow softly
in watery threads
the shadow of doubt
my thoughts wrenched asunder
forgive me for staring
it's this spell I'm under
I thought I was normal
but you pulled the carpet
from under my feet.
And I hope you will listen
not lead me astray
for corpses, so silent
are carried away
I buried my weapons
down by the brook
now I'm hoping you'll go
to the river and look
at all of the dreams
that have been cast aside
shining like stars
in the cold apartheid
I'm hoping you'll rethink
your bold reckless ways
I'm easily burned
in your fiery gaze
and I'm hoping you'll let me
paint stars in your eyes
and let me make up for
a lifetime of lies
And if you should falter
and if you should steal
then give me back my trinkets
and teach me to heal
but don't you forget me
what a pattern to followWe'll be patchwork like a faded quilt,More Like This
tattered, worn, but quaint and warm;
you'll cleave to me, you say-
but cleave me into lengths all gilt
whose fabric wears and patches tear
and stitches only fray.
You murmur wistful of desirous dreams:
we'd start afresh a single flesh,
but my precept disapproves
of bodies lashed by jagged seams,
awry limbs sewn skin and bone,
all tentacles and hooves.
this is why i freeze insideBe cautious of his mouth when it holds yours gently;More Like This
with every stolen breath he traces venom on your lips,
slit-eyed gift from his forked tongue to yours.
It seeps through your veins til you cannot move away,
but you're wary of the way his scales slide over yours
and when at last you think to turn away,
though your skin relaxes at his touch,
your muscles cease to be your own,
and length by length,
fold by fold,
you wrap yourself in him-
and then the fangs sink in.
The serpent has a silver tongue.
HurtEvery day, wound me deep,More Like This
Never can make it sleep.
And you said that it's my fault;
you feel that I'm hurting you
Twenty years, hide your lies,
Now I see through your guise.
But it's her fault, it's my fault;
we're the ones hurting you
Lock my guilt. Choke it down.
In denial; let me drown.
Make me think it's my fault.
(Is it my fault? Is it my problem now?)
And you said it's my fault - it's her fault, it's my fault- we're the ones hurting you
Break me more, tear the scars.
Wreck your life. Grab for ours.
And there's no way out!
You won't stop hurting us.
Solve it fast, stop the bleed,
this side of eternity.
Or it still will be my fault.
You hurt me - I hurt you
You hurt me - I hurt you
April 29, 2013
ChampagneHe is evening comfortMore Like This
And moonlit worship,
On a doorstep
In the rain.
Giving UpGiving upMore Like This
Forevers and tomorrows,
Below and through below.
At the end there’ll be a champion
And it will not be me;
but you can make it, can't you?Don't you wrap me in ribbons,More Like This
and don't you call me a prize
like a telltale rustle by your ear
could tell you what's inside
and don't you spark me to fire
and don't you call me a star
like a glint on the horizon
could lead you very far.
How can my simple scraps within
match up to your bright color?
If I'm a box, I'm cardboard-made,
not unlike any other
and how can I glow bright enough
when you always tout my shine?
If I have light, it's a meteor-
a flicker and it's gone.
But... don't you wrap me in ribbons?
And don't you call me your prize?
Could a telltale rustle by your ear
have told you what's inside?
And... don't you spark me to fire?
And don't you call me your star?
Could a glint on the horizon
really lead so very far?