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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.
The Easter Surprise!
It was Easter for a young teen named Josh who was in the middle of his families annual "Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza". He was bored naturally walking around the small forest near his home sighing looking for eggs which he loathed. Josh was an average teen, He had long pointy brown hair, fairly tall and pretty much thin as a boy his size and age could get. Josh stroked some of his hair from his face listening around to his other younger relatives happily hopping around looking for eggs.
"Pft, this is so boring. Darn it, I'm not a little kid anymore!" He protested. "Tch, told my parents not to let me freaking do this again! Ugh, I'll just wait around and take some eggs from a cousin and offer them candy later." He smirked with that idea in mind.
Josh continued further in the woods away from his cousins to find a little spot where he could hide or well wait it out.
"Heh, this plan is going to work out perfectly!" Josh said smiling coming to a small clearing in the forest being the perfect
How are you feeling? Chapter 1
I got up again and fixed my skirt, once again, I’m still not used to this thing, even worse because I was wearing a pretty long one.
I started fidgeting with my ill-fitting new school blouse and tapping the floor with my brown Mary-Janes with black knee-high socks, but with tapping it was more of a “trying to even reach the floor with the tip of my fingers” kind of thing.
It was not a nervous tic in a “bad” way, rather the opposite. After all, I shouldn’t let myself get too stressed otherwise it would be bad to transform in public like this.
“Hi!” A sudden voice made me jump on the seat. A pale, soft hand touched my shoulder.
I really didn’t want to find her here, not already at least.
“Are you new to the school? My name is Mariana, what’s yours?” Of course I know your name, you never learned mine though. I gulped Here goes nothing.
“M-mine n-name is Asuka” I said with a sweet, melodic voice.
Truth or DetachThis is the story of what teenage girls with magical powers do when they're bored:
Blake got home from school exhausted. Her long, blond hair was soaked in sweat, as was her blue tank top. Her legs were sweating horribly inside her jeans and her feet were blistered inside her Vans.
She walked home because she was too tired to teleport herself. Teleporting takes lots of effort, and is even more tiring than walking. For teleporting seems like it takes years when it's really only a couple of seconds. Teleporting involves an infinite improbability drive, except the teleporting individual thinks of the destination first, but when one teleports, every known possible location in the Universe is visited in a time frame of 10 to the power of 2,466,457,320,451,678,002,118th of a second spent in each location. But enough of that. Blake wasn't concerned about the rest of the Universe. She was only concerned about sleep. She dropped her bag and slowly made her way to her bedroom. She sat on h
Bucky x ShyReader (part two)A month after that little incident and you had met up with the guy five times already. And it didn't matter what you did, you felt at ease when you were with him. You couldn't explain it you didn't even feel at ease like that with your own family for Pete’s sake! You decided to ask if you could hang out more than once a week. It was having a good influence on you. You had started to worry less about going out in public. You got better at your editing job finding you could talk through things easier without worrying about offending anyone. Above all you really liked being around him. So this time it was you who called him.
“Hello? (y/n)” he said through the phone.
“Hey Bucky! I was just wondering if you were free again this week. And if you wanted to go for a walk in the park or something?”
“It would be my pleasure. How does Saturday sound?”
“Sounds great. Do you want me to meet you there or?”
“You know what You should meet me
Russia x reader (fallen in)Russia x reader (fallen in)
before you read please go down to the link down below and read the first part of this before reading this one a thank you
You yelled as you went down watching as the door disappeared from your sight as you flew through the clouds short hair whipping around and the wind whistling in your ears like a high pinched song.
You felt your eyes swell up with tears....
This isn't..how you wanted to go out being a crushed bloody being on the road or the side walk..or where ever you landed.
And the fact that it could hurt didn't help you at all and the feeling of falling your muscles clenching tightly hoping to protect you from the impact.
You started too shiver as the air around you started to get colder..and colder, great another thing to add onto all this being cold as you would die.
Then everything went black.
When you awoke everything was cold your hands leg feet arms ears and so forth, sitting up you took in your surrounding....
Snow some ic
Blue Exorcist FF: Two Breath's Walking - Chapter 5
For the rest of the day, Rin had been asking you so many questions about your life. You told him as much as you could remember, and that seemed to fascinate him.
Due to complications at the school, Mephisto didn't allow you to enter until the following week. You let out a sigh of slight relief, but then you looked over at Rin, who had looked like he just witnessed a murder. He had been waiting so patiently for you to go to school with him, only to wait even longer.
For that extra week, you were left at home while everyone else went to work and school. It was finally Friday. You decided to clean up the house a bit before Rin came home, so you tidied up the place before he walked in.
You were right in the middle of cleaning his room when he came home 2 hours early. You heard the door open so you walked to the room where the front door was, seeing Rin taking off his shoes.
"I'm home", he said loud enough for anyone to hear.
You smiled as he walked in.
"Welcome home, Rin", you greete
Elennya - still under construction
About the World
Explanation Of Commonly Used Terms
Elennyas InhabitantsThe Tales
The 'Tales Of Elennya' are telling the stories of many lifes, of destinies tied to one another.
Happiness and Tragedy, Love and War - everything comes together.
Elennyas environment and climate resembles our earth's. The Flora and Fauna consists of a lot of our living organisms as well. In general, Elennya is practically an alternate Earth, but with huge geographical differences. *world map coming soon*
The most important difference has to be another, though - humans are by far not the only intelligent species... and by no means the dominating one.
*Just a quick overview for now*
Anima and Elder races go by dragon law, executed by the Sentinel Dragons. Some of the Immortal races have in
Bucky x ShyReader (part three)“Good. Now we need to move fast to get back to my apartment so we can get to your car. That is our best chance of getting out of here.” You were a bit concerned about his plan but you knew better than to argue. How on earth were you going to get to your car with a spy on your tail? Who even was this guy anyway? All these questions and more ran through your head as you walked towards his apartment.
“I’m going to put my arm round you.” He says just before you feel his arm slip round your waist. You shudder at the sudden contact but don’t pull away. Well he did say to do exactly as he says. So you slip your arm around his waist. He guides you effortlessly towards his apartment.
“I need you to give your car keys to me. I need to get you out of here before they start attacking us.” You slip your hand into your bag and pull out your keys and slip them into his hand. That’s when a shot is fired behind you.
“Run!” He grabs your
Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)
NOTES: While it has been a shitty time for me at the moment, I decided to write something to give myself a clear head. Again, I’m having myself a break from work as if I wanted to quit. But I realized my crew is very dependable on me and they want me to stay. They do care about me. Anyways, enough of my rants over life, this is officially the first time I’m writing something for the Serperior community. I haven’t done it before, but will do my best. If you randomly clicked here, please look at the title very carefully that this contains vore. If this bothers you and you attempted a negative comment, you will be blocked without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. By the way, Happy Easter.
We begin the story at nightfall. It is 10 PM and it is dark outside, and the moon is full like gold. We hear the wind howling across the scene, the grass is rustling, and crickets chirping loudly. The weather condition may be windy, but it&
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Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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