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.
Avatar the Last Airbender Tg: Katara
It was midnight when Katara snuck out to practice her blood bending. Although she had many ethical issues with it, she had to admit it would come in handy. As she waited for the moon to rise a bit higher, Aang snuck outside to train his bending in preparation for the upcoming battle. He saw Katara preparing to practice her bending, so Aang went behind a nearby rock to not break her focus.
Katara began to meditate, becoming one with the nature around her as the moon filled up the night sky. She was ready. Before they had left the old woman’s house, Katara had found some of her training techniques. She began to move rhythmically, starting off easily as she made a few squirrels copy her moves. She slowly increased the complexity of her moves until the squirrels and a local bear were recreating a tea party before fighting each other. Katara released her hold as the animals ran away. She breathed in, preparing to go up another level of practice.
Aang meanwhile was practicing silent be
Proxy High: Day 1 log
A Skirt, a goddamn skirt. Slender knows i wear pants for a reason. Damn it all, these outfits are hideous *sighs* My stitching shows more now than it did when i had my regular outfit. I miss my turtle neck. I miss alot of things. Death is not fun. If i hadn't died- No. If i had been more prepared I wouldn't have died. Meow wouldn't be dead and i wouldn't be the useless crap I am.
This school seems alright. I met a few people already. Furio, Richy, Diesel. Living in Oregon and only working in the Rockies has got me out of touch. Then again I've been exiled for a few years. God theres so much i want to talk about.
The P.E. Teacher scares me, i know i should be fine in this class but... He's cat like, so i'm going to have to try really hard.
Someone thought i was the librarian. Don't even know who she is and i don't plan on meeting her.
Okay, the german teacher seems alright if not a bit confusing.
Kaneki Ken x Reader: Unravel
Nobody ever talked about you anymore. It was always 'Kaneki' this, and 'Kaneki' that. You hated the sound of his name.
You hated the fact that he was on everyone's mind 24/7. You hated the fact that his name was in everyone's mouth like sugar. You hated the fact that he had a life, while you grew up treated like a fucking monster.
You hated him. So much.
Oh, how you wished you could get your hands on him. Maybe wring his neck like a damp towel and then rip him apart like paper.
Oh, how you fantasized about how limp his body would be after you were done with him. Would he struggle? Would he crumble? You wanted to know if he was as strong as he was made out to be.
But you mainly wanted to know how he tasted. That thought gave you satisfying chills.
How your mouth salivated at the thought of how he tasted, this half-and-half. You wanted a piece. You wanted to get hooked. You wanted him to yourself, and not to share.
As you daydreamed, your boss smacked you behind the head, wanting your at
Yato x Reader Fan Fiction: Daisy
Yato secretly always loved flowers. He loved the way they looked at full potential, and how the smelled. He always called you a daisy, since you were so plain it made you unique.
He would tell you everyday.
That was before all of this happened.
You didn't die, but you surely weren't alive.
How did you whined up in this mess?
"_________! Stand back!" Yato yelled towards you.
"Ya...to...", you mumbled.
You didn't move, you couldn't. What were you two fighting? Where were you?
It looked like your high school, but somehow...something seemed off.
You blanked out for a split second, getting snatched and thrown against a brick wall.
"_________! Snap out of it!" Yato yelled.
What the hell just threw you? What was happening?
You felt that same sensation again as the unknown object lifted you off the ground. You stayed in it's grasp, limp like a noodle. Your head was spinning, and your mind was wondering what to do.
In the background, you could hear his voice.
Yato was calling out to you, as if
2P!Canada x Reader: Amnesia- Day 2 (pt. 2)
AJ was only 3 years old when he got a hairline fracture in his arm. He fell off the swing at the park down the street. He cried in agony, as if he was being burned alive.
If he reacted that badly to a slightly broken bone, how was he going to react to becoming a country?
There was no way you were letting Roland get away with this.
"When you say 'a few', hiw many of there were you...?" You asked through gritted teeth.
Roland's eyes rolled up in thought, trying to remember. He had to use his hands to count. Once he finished counting, he held out 7 fingers with a grin.
"Do I gotta tell ya who they are~? 'Cause it'd be funner just to watch you struggle and figure it out alone~", he laughed.
God, how you hated how improper his grammer was. The only reason he's still alive is because Elizaveta, 1P Hungary, doesn't allow him to get close to Roderich, Roland's 1P.
"Let me guess; you, Romania, and the Nordics", you narrowed your eyes at him.
His grin widened at the answers you gave.
Five Night`s At Freddy`s.
12:00 a.m., Night 1.
When I was younger, I used to stay up until midnight. I would love it. The house was quiet, and I was alone at last. It would be better if it was raining outside. I would adore seeing the flashes of light strike across my room from the basement window. Just seeing the pitch blackness would comfort me for some unknown reason.
That was, until now.
12:00 a.m. I`d never dreaded it so much before. It was a feeling that I hated. It was unnatural, how quickly I could despise something I`d loved before. However, nothing was as unnatural as what I`d heard about this place, this job. I had a friend that had worked here before. He had told me that it was a strange place. He only worked here for three days. Three. No one had seen him since he quit. It was odd. The cops are still looking for him.
That was six months ago.
I sat down on this comfy looking chair. There were multiple c
Avenging the Loss Avengers Mansion
Sitting at the control console of the communications center in the Avengers Mansion, Captain America was talking to Nick Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. via a secure channel. "Nick, the Fantastic Four are not responding to any of our transmissions. Even the automated systems in Four Freedoms Plaza are not responding!"
"Yeah, I know that, Cap, but they may be away in another dimension. You know Reed."
"Okay, good point, Nick. I'm still a bit worried that something may be out of the norm, though, so we'll go and check out their situation. Would you be able to send a team from S.H.I.E.L.D. to help if needed?"
"Sorry, Cap, but we can't. We have a lot of work over here, and the available teams are all tied up at the moment. We'll try to help later if you need it."
"Okay, Nick, thanks. Cap out." Then Captain America closed the connection, and called all the on hand Avengers to an emergency meeting. He left the comm center,
2P!Canada x Reader: Amnesia- Day 2 (pt.3)
You wondered why this little fucker was still lingering around these parts. You hadn't seen him since high school, and he only now decided to come back. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying hard not to punch him square in the face.
"What the hell are you doing in here, Luciano?" you forcefully questioned.
He gave you a small shrug of unknowing.
"I don't know. I needed to come back to take care of a few things. And one of those things involves you and AJ", he explained.
"I'm assuming you already know, then? About AJ...", you stated with a heavy heart and irritation.
He nodded in understanding.
"You might want to let him do it, too, _________", he started.
"For the love of God! How many times do I have to tell you idiots that I refuse to let it happe-"
"-You haven't spoken to Matthew...have you...?" he asked in concern, interrupting you as usual.
You scoffed at him, not knowing what his question had to do with anything. But, then again, you haven't spoken to anyone since Al passed away.
Space Cadet History Part IMankind before the Federation (pre-4500 BFC)
Records on human history prior to the rise of the Solar Federation are scant, given the great collapses that occurred between then and the modern era. What have survived are mostly secondary sources, copies of Federation historical documents made during the Imperial Era. Some of these sources’ details contradict one another, which can be attributed to author bias, imperfect access to information, imperfect copying, or some combination of the three. The most detailed source on pre-Federation history are from The Ages of Man, an Martian-era historical text made in 2586 BFC. This text claims that human civilization has collapsed three times prior to the rise of the Federation, the greatest being the Ash Winter, which occurred around 10000 BFC. While the most reliable text available to modern historians, the authors of The Ages of Man admit that they lacked reliable sources, and as they were uncomfortable with conjecture they only p
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