Hermes' GuestOne day, tired and weary from the day’s work, the messenger god Hermes travelled down a worn dirt road towards a small, uninhabited cottage he knew he could use to rest. Though it was dark, he could make out the outline of something hunched over on the other side of the road. A fire was lit, and the creature turned out to be nothing more than a young girl. He called to her, and she started at his voice, for she had not known he was there. The girl did not recognize him as a god, in fact she seemed not know him at all, but welcomed him all the same. Since she didn’t recognize him, he thought it best not to reveal who he was just yet, and told her his name was Argon. She told him her name was Iceis, and motioned for him to sit by her. Hermes’ stomach rumbled like thunder in the sky. “Iceis, do you by chance have anything to eat?”More Like This
She looked into a bag by her side. “I have only a small loaf of stale bread, a few apples, and a small gourd of water. It is
Under the rug“You’ll never amount to anything,” the dust mocks me as I sweep it under the rug.More Like This
“No time for self-pity today,” I tell myself, or tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that…
“I have NO interest in being friends with you. Leave me alone.” Another speck hisses, voice quiet but words filled with animosity.
“Well fine. You shouldn’t have lied about that then.” I try to sound angry. It doesn’t work.
“You’ve already messed this one up; let’s see how long it takes you to mess her sister up too!” a clod of dirt roars before it joins the dust.
That’s… that’s not true, is it? Me, messed up?
My brain helpfully provides evidence that would agree with this statement.
Depression, ADD, poor motor skills, lack of social grace, lack of social-anything-positive…
Don’t you cry, don’t you dare cry, I don’t care if that’s true or n
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing youMore Like This
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 17Dammit, you shouldn’t have gone out in the cold without a jacket. There were dark grey clouds that stretched out as far as you could see, and barely any sun shone through their thick bodies. It wasn’t long before it began pouring, completely soaking you and any other person who was unlucky enough to forget their umbrella. Your (h/l) stuck uncomfortably to your face and you shivered as the cold passed through your form.More Like This
“Excuse me,” someone muttered from behind you in a voice that you could’ve sworn you’ve heard before, but you couldn’t figure out who it was. The man held his umbrella over you, the loud pattering of rain heard from above. When you spun around, you found the man to whom the voice belonged. He was young, around Sherlock’s age, and wore a light shirt and an unbuttoned red cardigan hugged his form. His dark hair was disheveled, but not in any way unattractive.
“Um, sorry, you probably want to get by,” you apologize
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 1 Sherlock x Reader Part 1More Like This
"Morning," you dragged yourself out of your room. Your hair was a mess. "Morning,____." John replied from the kitchen. Your eyes scanned across the room until you saw the clock which read 12:14.
It had been about a year since Mrs. Hudson let you stay in 221b with the two men, which at first, had seemed a bit odd. After a few months you had gotten used to Sherlock's mess, violin until 4 a.m., random gunshots, and the sudden trips they would take. Mostly, you would stay behind because both men insisted the job was too dangerous, but you often wondered if it was because they think that you would act helpless in a situation.
You rubbed your eyes and looked around the empty apartment once more. It was covered in Christmas decorations and lights. "Where's Sherlock?" You asked. "He said he had a job."
"But he just got back from one. Ugh. How long has he been out?" He looked up from a seemingly boring book. "About an hour." You sighed and plopped down
It Stars With the HairI know i've been posting a lot of journals latelyMore Like This
shut up xD
I actually have a little piece of my intelligence to give to you, so if I were you I'd actually read this journal since these bursts of knowledge don't come often xD
I have a theory.
I have proof behind this theory.
…I'm not saying this applies to everyone, but I think this is the case for the vast majority of musicians.
I feel like drastic changes (mostly bad but everyone's allowed their opinions and that may not always be the case) always come after musicians cut their hair. I'm not talking about little trims, or even getting it a little shorter than normal. I'm talking about biiiiig changes.
Now, I know hair is just hair, and I'm not saying they shouldn't cut their hair: they can do whatever the hell they want to it. I'm just saying it kind of shows a change of views, mind, whatever.
I can even use myself as an example.
Before I cut and dyed my hair back in 2012, I was a whiney brat who really didn't know much about
Starzzzz Academy- Chapter 1More Like This
Chapter 1- Advisory
“Have fun at school, honey!” my mom called to me as I skipped out of my house and into the dimly lit morning. I took a deep breath I took a deep breath and walked down to my bus stop with my favorite band, Black Veil Brides, blasting through my headphones. Today was the first day of high school- every teenager’s worst nightmare, unless you happened to be going to the best school on the planet, Starzzzz Academy, which I just so happened to be doing. Still, the whole idea of high school scared me. I never was really good at making friends, and leaving everybody I knew for a school full of strangers made me nervous. But, after all, it was the school for the outcasts- why did I think I’d be alone? I gulped as my bus drove up to the stop. Great, a short bus. Just what I needed.
I stepped carefully onto the bright orange vehicle and sat down in the only empty seat left- the front. I shoved my hands in my pocket and pulled out my schedule to check i