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Words Make Us Human
The definitions of words have really been distorted over time. Sacrifice, resolve, determination, motivation, loyalty, love. It's sad. And not in the sad I usually imply, as completely and totally idiotic and empty.
It's truly sad. Whole heartedly depressing. As I've said before, I do a lot of thinking. I find myself crying over things that don't make any sense to anyone else, and getting angry at almost nothing at all. I get involved with my thoughts, and though I try to deny it, I'm extremely in tune with my emotions.
Those words have so much beauty to them, so much that people just don't understand anymore. "I love you" is thrown around like a used handkerchief. Sacrifice is completely misproportioned. Resolve is confused with desires. Determination falls under the same category. Motivation is thrown together with a million other words, yet it seems like none of them fit. Loyalty is also extremely overused.
Those words are staples for humanity. They are all traits and emotions that
No Pain, No Gain
I thought about a lot of things today. I thought about why people say certain things, why people act certain ways, and why people lie the way they do. I thought of how people react to those lies, and how sometimes people live by their own lies.
A lot went through my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more questions came up but the more I understood. As more and more made sense, it crea
ted an exponential amount of new problems.
I thought about people in love. I thought about this for a long time. After all, it's what humanity lives for. We all just live to be loved. We all just live to love. That's what humanity is after all; we fight to be loved, we cry to be loved, we lie for love, we die because cars explode on impact when you're going 70 down a freeway and have a head on collision.
I've had only a few real relationships, only a few times where I've really gotten close to someone and been able to say I truly love them be it family or otherwise. The more I thought about it al
Lies and Slander!That girl you just called fat? Probably couldn't tell you where her thyroid even is.The girl you called a whore? Needs a 'special' kind of shampoo.The kid you called a fag? Probably likes guys, honestly nothing to unique there.The guy you called lazy? Probably doesn't care.
The fact is, people have their problems. People don't like accepting those problems. Be it accurate or not, when so
meone says something insulting and 'evil' to you there's probably some truth behind it. If you get angry because of it, that means that you don't like what you are. If you don't want it to make you angry, then make yourself what you want to be. What's more of a slap in the face: When you insult them back, or when you can show up the next day and laugh at them for being wrong?
Accept who you are people. You don't need some stupid blog to defend you. Just fix yourself until you're so happy with who and what you are that it doesn't bother you when people say stupid shit. It's honestly pretty easy.
HurryHe was still standing when I rounded the bend, but the assailants were long gone.
I ran to his side just in time to feel his scrawny body fall against me, weak paws gripping at my body with intent of desperation. We both lowered to the stone pavement, and I held up his head for support. By now there was no energy left in his legs.
A scarlet flower was blooming on his sweater, growing more with each second. I stared at it, not fully comprehending what I was looking at. I found myself picking at the edge of his sweater, slowly peeling it up to reveal the damage underneath, and his dark shaking paw stopped me, still self-conscious as ever, even now.
I gritted my teeth and forcefully yanked the fabric up, shoving his paw out of the way to see the deep slice that marred right under his lung area. It was messy, smudges already all around the vicinity of the wound and still pumping the liquid life in thick rivulets down his thin torso.
I found myself shaking.
Dash had gone out by himself toni
Superman (Superhero America x Reader Songfic)
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that nïeve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
You had known Alfred for years, and everything about him was absolutely perfect to you. His hair was always sloppy, but that's the way you liked it. His ocean colored orbs always looked so defined behind his glasses, but you also loved it when he didn't wear them. That dorky smile he put on gave you goosbumps, of course, in a good way.
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy
To be me
But, through all those years, you and Alfred had a secret from the rest of society. A secret that only the CIA and FBI wonder about. A secret that little boys and girls fantasized about.
Alfred was, in fact, Superman. He was the Hero everyone wondered about. Whenever he yelled out "I'm the hero!", he was telling the truth. But, because of how silly he actually acted, no one ever took him seriously. He would go home each day and sulk about i
You and IYou and I
Setting: Franky's Room in the Penguin Band's Igloo
Date: June 30th, 2013
Time: 5:04 AM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
I woke up with a jolt, sitting halfway up and looking at my alarm clock. It's only five. I still have awhile more to sleep, but I'm just not tired. I want this day to start now.
I looked at my yellow puffle, Lily, who was sleeping in her puffle-bed peacefully. She wasn't having any trouble sleeping. She never does.
Must be nice to be a puffle.
I sat all the way up and stayed sitting for a minute, then got out of bed. I put on my green hoodie and zipped it up over the blue t-shirt I'd slept in.
I quietly pushed open my bedroom door. Nobody was up yet, so I waddled out to the kitchen and put on my purple-and-gray high tops. Then I went outside, closing the door behind me.
I didn't go far-- in fact, I only waddled a little ways down our street before stopping and sitting on a bench. I just need some fresh air and I want to clear my mind.
I played with
Come Back To Me (Comatose!America x Reader Songfic
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
It's been months since you've heard your best friend's voice. Each day, you would sit by his bedside and tell him about current events. You would go on and on about work, and how Luciano wouldn't get off your ass about Matt asking to marry you already.
Every now and then, you would think about the incident.
Him, Matthew, and couple others were in the car, taking a drive. Matthew was driving, and seemed to swerve off the road.
Everyone was injured and awake, while Alfred was put in a coma.
You were visiting your boyfriend, Matthew, in the hospital that same night when he told you what happened.
"I-It's...It's all my fault. I'm the reason everyone's in this mess...", he explained, beating himself up over it.
I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes.
It was another day
The Broken Remain Broken“Sleetkit! Vinekit!” Jadesnow’s scream rang through the camp as the nursery collapsed on her two youngest kits. “No! My kits!” She threw herself at the rubble of what was left at the den and started violently tearing at it, her claws becoming bloody from tearing at the tough rocks and roots. The yowls of the beginning battle were drowned out to her, only the echoing scream of her kits and the blood pounding in her ears. Her vision blurred with tears and as the other queens ran to safety, Jadesnow stayed as she clawed desperately at what she refused to believe was a useless attempt to save her kits.
“Jadesnow!” Spiderstep’s voice broke through her haze momentarily only for her to be bowled over by an attacking warrior. The fall scattered her thoughts for a moment and she felt a sharp pain shoot down her abdomen. “Jadesnow! Stay down!” Jadesnow lifted her head as Spiderstep jumped over her and swiped his claws at the face warrio
Magic Remote - 2 I awoke the next morning with my mind completely void of anything that had happened the night before. I was cradling Jessie in my arms. Then as I tried to kiss the top of her head-and kissed my pillow instead, I remembered.
I sat up and stretched.
"Aww-fuck-" I groaned. I looked down at Jessie's headless body. She was still naked. And then I looked down at myself-so was I.
"Jess-" I said wearily, looking for her head. I looked over and saw it sitting on my night stand, her long, straight brown hair hanging down. I thought it was so cute. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss.
Her eyes opened slowly
"Hey, baby." She smiled
"Last night was fun, huh?" I smiled back
"Oh yeah." Jessie looked at her body.
"I need clothes." She yawned
"So do I"
I stood up and opened my night stand, pulling out socks and underwear. Then I found Jessie's bra and her jeans. I tossed them to her and she began to dress herself although her head was still detache
Story: Doc Valiant at Hyper-Con '14
Doc Valiant at Hyper-Con 2014
He was quite surprised that the Hyper-Con committee let him come back after last year. A slight miscalculation during the technology demonstration almost knocked out the power for the surrounding area. The crowd loved it, but the people behind this convention didn't have such warm feelings about the 'stunt'. This probably explains why Doc Valiant was stuck at a table, signing autographs and having photos taken.
"So were you apart of the Protectors?" asked a young boy dressed like the individual known as Omni-drive. Well, if Omni-drive had made his armor out of pillows and fabric. He handed the Big Man a glossy picture of the Herculean Superscientist during his younger days. He smirked at the picture, taken by propaganda photographers after some heavy fighting in Italy.
"Well, yeah. Though in more of a reserve... consultant capacity." answered Doc, smiling as he signed the item. "If they needed a scientist's opinion they'd us
The Demon's Slave 21Clara continues to practice accuracy with her grappling hook, and did strength training in order to throw it right. She feels a little bad that they have been here for over two weeks, since she is sure everyone is losing their patience by now since she didn’t even try to attempt her test. She’s nervous about it though, and didn’t want to have to repeat it over and over again.
Alex looks over at her, noticing her lack of enthusiasm as of late, and sits down beside her, “You’ve been quiet lately Clara, what’s wrong?” When she only shakes her head in reply he smiles softly, rubbing her back, “Clara, you know I’m not going to believe that nothing’s wrong. I can see that you are worried about something. Why not tell me what’s on your mind?”
Clara fiddles with the grappling hook, “Um…we’re still here, and I haven’t even tried Ace’s test yet. I’m worried I’m not going to pass eith
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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