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dat debateNOT gonna talk about politics - and PLEASE don't comment telling me who you're going to vote for, I do not want any arguments here - but I do have some news.More Like This
Romney's face.
lolwut?
That smile. The whole time, that... weird, awkward smile, when Obama was speaking. XD Couldn't help myself. Made a plz.
:iconawkwardromneyplz:
Why? Because ~SterbenEdelweiss has been giving me that smile for the whole weekend. It's creepy as hell. XDDD
So, go forth and use my strange new plz, my friends.
GerIta - RecognitionWarning: Follows the HRE = Germany theory. Don't like, don't read.More Like This
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For Ludwig, this was increasingly obnoxious.
No - not just obnoxious. Obnoxious and unsettling. Disconcerting. And awfully god damn confusing. It seemed to defy every aspect of Feliciano's apparent personality and to have no underlying cause, that Ludwig could see. But there had to be one. Why couldn't he see it?
As Ludwig's colleague, Feliciano had always been a bit... clingy. He'd hang off of him and hide behind him, pick him flowers, joke around, and attempt to have a good time, especially when trying to blow off work. This was both annoying and subtly endearing to Ludwig, who placed training above all else, but might have been willing to... rearrange his priorities for the right person.
So he did. But it brought a lot of unexpected change.
Now, as... as partners, Feliciano acted noticeably differently. There were still plenty of moments when he acted just as one would expect - peppy, affectionat
Mirror-side Ch.2 “I'm Grog,” he said, “and you are?”More Like This
I was... I didn't know. I opened my mouth hoping I'd just say it but nothing. I'd forgotten my name? The bearded man picked up on this. His grin faded away as I sat there with my mouth open trying to speak.
“You lost your name did ya?” The man shrugged and waved it off like nothing. “Happens to the best of us, it’ll come to ya, give it time. Until then I think it only fair I take you to get stitched up” I'd forgotten about my arm until now. I turned and saw it twisted swollen and very purple. I thought I had nothing left to throw up before, that was until I
Wild-Smile His name was Captain Wild-Smile. You'd know him by his grin, the one that stretched from ear to ear. He had a single golden tooth, apparently from biting a shark. Not that I believe he bit a shark, but after seeing the man, you might wonder. This is the first and most memorable story I have to tell of him. This is the story I think captures Wild-Smile's honest side.More Like This
We Just landed in Carlos Harbor. Not that it mattered where we were. As pirates we really had one thing on our minds, not me, but the crew needed alcohol. It wasn't a stereotype, it was the truth. The men had rum running through their veins and just like the alcoholics they wer
Three bullets less He lifted the gun to his mouth and put his finger on the trigger. The yelling subsided but didn't stop. Words of hate still filled the air and people still blocked the man's way. People yelled about him going to hell and his not being fit to father a young girl. It wasn't until he pulled the trigger that they stopped. His limp body fell and thudded against the street, the pistol still in his hand. The gunshot rang silent now like the crowd. He did it. He killed himself. No one even moved, no one checked because we were all so sure. He was dead. The silence was broken seconds later by a screaming girl, his daughter. The scream was shrill andMore Like This
New Student Chapter 10NEW STUDENTMore Like This
CHAPTER TEN
Ludwig lay up in his room, his mind a jumble and collaboration of thought and feeling. He was lying on his bed, with his hands placed comfortably behind his head of wet, shaggy blond hair. His blue eyes were locked into a staring contest with the lightly textured, faded white ceiling; he had been this way for a good 20 minutes, since he had gotten out of the shower. His eyes began to sting a little, and the ceiling won. The young German's pale, bare chest rose and fell at a slow, yet steady rate. Ludwig knew that he was getting his pillows and comforter wet where he was lying. He hadn't fully dried himself off with
How Many More? Chapter TwoShe woke with a start. Her eyes had popped open so suddenly that the man jumped back away from her like she had lifted the knife that was consealed in her sleave. She sat up quickly and looked around. How did she get here, what was this place, and why were the walls so white?More Like This
"Well it's about time you woke up girlie." the man said gruffly. "Now get up and get dressed. He gestured to the long green dress that lay on the chair and left. Seeing no way to argue she climed out of the bed and pulled on the dress. She glanced around but saw no door to go out of.
"Great." she mumbled. "Another prison." she looked around to see if anyone had heard
How Many More ?WARRNING: somewhat violentMore Like This
She ran quickly down the cobblestone road on bear feet. Stopping she looked back at the burrning house and clutching the stolen jewles to her chest let loose a small high-pitched laugh. Then picking up her skirts to well above her ankels dashed down the street, out of the town, and into the forest.
Her long brown hair reached to her waist and she had two braided down the sides. Her once nice velvet blue dress was bow ruined and covered with mud and cinders. Finally she had managed to destroy her worthless step-father and get away from the prison-like house he had trapped her in. Again she laughed at the thought
Romano's Reviews 1Potatoes and Their BastardsMore Like This
Potatoes. Before we even get onto the subject of the fucking potato bastards that love them so much, let's focus on the vegtable.
It's brown. That's a gross color, by the way. Like shit. And then they're so fucking dirty. Like their fucking bastards. I mean, it grows in the fucking ground. Who wants to eat something that was in the ground?
And then the shape. Is it a fucking oval or a circle? Or is it just fucking deformed like the brains of the people that fucking eat it with every fucking meal?
Feli actually puts it with pasta for that fucking potato bastard! No! He can't fucking ruin pasta with their disgust
APH - Padded Walls Collab - Chapter 3 If this school had taught young Roderich Edelstein a single fact, it was that fluorescent ceiling fixtures were absolutely hideous.More Like This
He reflected that he'd spent far, far too long staring at them and simply willing them to go out, to leave the room in blissful, cool darkness. He imagined his eyes fizzling out with the "pssssss" noise of cold water on a hot pan. The relief was so easy to imagine and was in such stark contrast that his current situation was that much more unbearable.
It was then that the light flickered.
His eyes widened. "Ohh, nein," he groaned under his breath, gripping his blue mechanical pencil tight enough that he thought it might snap and leave little shards of plastic clinging to the palms of his hands. The large,
APH - Padded Walls Collab - Chapter 2Florence Kirkland bit her lip and squeezed her hands in her lap as she waited in her neat, meticulously clean living room for her son to appear.More Like This
He finally appeared, dead-eyed and carrying a big, black suitcase that looked much too large next to his skinny frame.
"Arthur," Florence began, but Arthur didn't listen. Instead, he pushed by her and headed for the door.
"Arthur!" She raised her voice, as much as she hated to, and he finally stared at her with his blank, glassy green eyes, raising a single, large eyebrow to show he was actually listening.
"This will be good for you." Florence said, but the words felt empty and hung in the air be
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