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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.
SPN: Reader x angel boys: ice bucket challengeSupernatural: reader X angel boys: ice bucket challenge
A/n: with all the ice bucket challenges going on why the hell not XD
You sat there in the bunker, two buckets of ice water next to you, Castiel had been browsing the internet for a while after you learned him how to and came across something called “the ALS ice bucket challenge” and wanted to try it out. You had decided to join him; hey it was for a good cause anyways. You turned on your camera and began to talk
“Hi everyone, my name is (Y/N) and this is my friend Cas” Cas made a little wave to the camera “And we’ll do the ALS Ice bucket challenge for you” you looked at him “ready?” “I’m ready (Y/N)” you picked up one of the ice buckets and he did too “On three, one, two three!” on three you each poured the buckets empty over one another. You gave a little shriek of how cold it was, cas just spluttered some. You laughed some “wow,
Light bringer|Lucifer x reader| 4
what....what is that sound?
What IS that sound....
You groaned, lifting you head off your pillow to gaze into the darkness of your room. Your bedroom door was cracked and light was seeping out from the hallway and creeping across the floor. Whatever that sound was it was coming from the livingroom.
You already had a pretty good idea of who was in the livingroom so you laid your head back down, fluttering your eyes close.
You tried to sleep, you really did, but the sounds coming from the hallway were way too distracting. "What is he doing?" You mumbled to yourself,pushing off the bed and wrapping the covers around your shoulders as you shuffled into the hallway.
Lucifer was an on and off switch with his playfulness lately. He could be all shits and giggles one moment then the next he could want to snap you neck the next moment. It was all so bi-polar and made you head spin because you had to always refrain what you wanted to say.
Light bringer| Lucifer x reader| 5
The late autumn rain was pouring outside and you couldn't help, but flinch at the lightning that temporarily blinded you and lit the whole world in a white light, for only a milisecond, before dying away. The boom of thunder followed the lightning, and you couldn't help, but groan in irritation.
Here you were, sitting in a silent diner while it poured outside. You had driven pretty far from your hometown, in a stolen car, before you ran out of gas. Then you walked and it started to rain and then you found this place. Lucifer hadn't given you much help, to be honest. He just told you to keep moving and don't stop because then you'd get caught.
Well screw his advice You growled to yourself, slouching in your seat. The diner had these classic checkerboard like tiles and the tables were wooden and set up so two people could sit across from each other. There was an old man in the corner of the diner, eyeing you cautiously, and a teenager greedily eating a hamburger with his mot
Human SuperWhoAvenge x Doctor!Reader
____ sat in her TARDIS, hugging her knees and leaning against the console. The machine whirred comfortingly, turning up the temperature and throwing out a her tweed jacket. She had lost the kindest people in her life, Amy and Rory Pond. Oh the Ponds, her family were now gone because she was too late, too cowardly...again!
She stood up, wiping her eyes and staring into the console's beautiful energy source, the orange hue glowing, the whirring soothing her.
"River, they were your parents, I'm sorry." She rubbed her arm comfortingly.
"I'm fine, but promise me this Doctor; don't travel alone."
"You could come with me."
River shook her head gently, her curls bouncing.
"One psychopath per time machine, eh?"
____ nodded, feeling her stomach fill with butterflies and nerves as she dropped River off. The curly haired woman bounced out of the machine, swinging the doors open as she was taken back to her cell.
"River?" She called.
"Don't be a stranger."
River hugged he
FidgetBridget Full Bio
Verse: CreepyPastaverse (not sure what difference this makes >.>)
Alias: The Doll Master, Mistress Bridget, Patchwork doll, Patchwork Scientist, Fidget Puppet, Heart Rotter, Striped Scientist.
Sexual Prefrences: Pansexual
Age: 19 (died around 16 or 17)
Birthdate: Sept 2 1996
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Affiliation: Zalgo/ PRM puppet
Occupation: Mad Scientist
Birthplace: Northside Seattle, Washington
Figure: Tall, Average size.
Hieght: 6ft 5 inches
Skin tone: Her natural skin is very pale
Eyes: Her own eyes are deep blue
Place/ Type of residence: Seattle underground
Laguage spoken: English
Favorite color: Red or Green
Fears: Rabbits, Slenderman, Lonelyness, drowning, PRM
Good or Bad?: <
Keep It Slim Bucky x Bullied!Reader
~.I'm going through a rough breakup with you know who and I found out he's been flirting with this girl whilst dating me. I feel really betrayed and depressed and I just needed to write some fluff to take my mind off of it.
Warnings: Self Loathing, bullying, physical and verbal abuse and strong and sensitive language.
You have been warned, enjoy.~
A deep pang of self loathing hit her in the face. Her school was so pathetic, they ignored the hate blogs about her on the school website, the endless torment through lessons whenever they'd put pictures of her and draw repulsive things with it, Photoshop her, destroy her work and throw verbal and physical abuse at her. The entire school hated her for no reason, other than the fact she was in the Avengers. They made her feel guilty for her powers that she had no control over. The girls would call her roasted at the stake, her powers being able to control fire and sources of light. The boys would beat her physically, shoving her into her
Fullmetal Kingdom ~ Chapter 103
Chapter 103: Wings Overhead
"(maniacal laughter) Now this IS a pleasant surprise, the Freezing Alchemist, paying an old war buddy a visit!"
A few weeks ago, before Isaac's forces attacked Central City, Isaac went to a prison, where he spoke with a prisoner, who was also a State Alchemist turned traitor…
"A 'war buddy', please Zolf, I knew no 'buddies' in the Ishbalin Massacre, I only knew the bastards and their mad dogs." Isaac explained. Zolf then asked, "You do realize I'm no different, right?! That I'm what most liberators AND doctors call a 'mad dog'? The names are as they come; Zolf J. Kimblee, the Mad Bomber of the military, the Red Lotus of Ishbal, and let's not forget my main title, the 'Crimson Alchemist' (snicker)."
Isaac then said, "You also took pride in what you did! You ripped those soldiers apart with your alchemy, didn't you? You must have had a reason-!"
"Let me just stop you right there before you keep blabbering like a dick!" Kimblee said before he went on, "Yo
the tickler 4
"Are you ticklish dear?" wonders Hilda. "Why?" wonders Lucy. "Did you not hear me before?" wonders Hilda pointing her walking stick at lucy. "Y...yes." gulps Lucy. "Then are you or not?" wonders Hilda. "Yes..." says Lucy leaning back. "Good." says Hilda setting her walking stick down. "I keep telling myself not to come and what do i do? Say it out loud!" thinks Lucy.
Fairy tail guild....
"Erza wheres Lucy? Did you get rid of this tickler lady already?" wonders Natsu. "no. She took Lucy inside and shut the door on me." says Erza without emotion. "Lets get her then!!" says Happy flying up. "We cant tell until a couple hours from now." says Erza. "What was that?" wonders Natsu grimly. "I said....if you mind! We cant tell if its a prank or not so after a couple hours we will get her out of there!!" says Erza slamming Natsu into the wall. "Y...yes maam!" says Natsu staring up at her grim expression.
Hilda looked lucy up and down and smiled. "I chose the right girl to tick
Community Service (GT): Chapter 1All I saw was a flash of tan as the human bolted out of the cardboard box that I had promptly set on the floor. I didn’t even get a good look at him before he vigorously careened across the carpet, under the nearby sofa. I watched with wide eyes as the scene unfolded. This is way too early for this crap. I hissed inside my mind, letting out a frustrated huff. Community service—Please. I had to do this, just get it over with. Better than paying those crazy fines; they would leave me completely broke. Take care of a human—fine, no problem. I could do this.
Gritting my teeth, I watched the tiny, four-inch tall human slip under the couch, ragged, green trousers disappearing into the dust and darkness. Why he was running away was beyond me—he hadn’t even given me a chance yet.
I knew that basically my assignment was to help—what was the word they had used—repair, a human stolen illegally from Earth. I had the least idea what they meant by “rep
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a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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