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Thanks For Loving Me Anyway
Marcel slid his glasses off his face and threw them lightly onto the white bed sheets in his room. He rubbed his unfocused eyes and just decided to shut them. When he did, he felt a stinging pain in the left one, followed by stinging pain all over his body. He walked to his vanity along with the mirror that sat against the wall above it. He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see himself. But, he did. He slowly opened his eyes with slight pain and saw his reflection. A giant purple, swollen black eye. He rolled up the sleeve on his left arm and studied the various bruises and cuts. Same as the other arm, and his neck. He was an absolute disaster. "I know those kids don't like me, but do they have to completely ruin my body?" he sighed to himself, not bothering to roll the sleeves down or tighten up the tie he loosened to gander at the purple splotches on his neck. He slumped onto floor, back against his bed frame. He leaned his head back and hit it on the wooden frame. He d
Larry Is Bullshit
"I'm so sick of this shit!' Zayn screamed, slinging his phone out of his hand to the other side of the room. It crashed against the wall, making a visible hole and possibly breaking his iPhone. Louis was on the other side of the room as he dodged Zayn's phone. He yelped in fear as he ran to the other side of the room, crouching in a corner. Zayn pulled at his hair, ripping strands out as he put his hands on his hips angrily. "Z-Zayn... it's not true. None of it is true." Louis cried out, slapping his hands to his face so Zayn didn't accidently hit him with something he slung to the other side of the room like his expensive phone. "All of these fucking edits! All of these fucking fanfictions and the fucking shippers! They make me so fucking angry. I love you Louis, but these-- these.." Zayn said, fighting back tears that began to flood his face. He slid his sweaty hand over his forehead that was also drenched in the sweat of his anger fit. He looked over to his boyfriend cowering in the
It's not an easy thing. But it shouldn't be a difficult thing either. I know I'm not the only person in the world with trouble showing feelings. But why does it alwasy turn to burning anger? The kind that makes me want to hurt someone or something. Why do I want to hit something so badly? I mean, I understand if I want to hit Yuki, but there is reaon for that. That silver haired bastard. But then I saw her.. nothing has ever made me want to control my anger. I thought it was the best thing about me honestly. It showed other people I wasn't one to fuck with. I didn't want to change. I never did. Until I saw and met her. She makes me want to change. But why? And don't get me wrong. I know why. I'm in love with her. But I know what love is. Well, maybe not so clearly. I mean, I think the word "love" can have a variety of related but distinct meanings in different contexts. Often, other languages use multiple words to express some of the different concepts that English relies
Zayn tightened the ropes that tied Louis's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. His tight pink hole was fully exposed and open for Zayn to fully torture. Zayn smiled at him, kissing his bottom lip and pulling it as he left his lips. "Z-Zayn... I'm sorry." he said, looking at his boyfriend with merciful eyes. "Looking at another man. Practically eye fucking him, my little slut knows the punishment for that." Zayn smiled, opening a drawer full of toys and sexual torture items to use on Louis. He pulled out a vibrator, about 8 inches in length. He slid it near Louis's tight hole not ready for what awaited him. "No, nevermind. I think I should punish you naturally today. Don't you think?" he smiled, crawling over Louis on the bed, placing the vibrator back in the drawer. Louis's breathed in relief that that monster wasn't going inside him. But Zayn's monster would be. Zayn eyed Louis's hole and bent down to kiss it. He slid hid tongue in it, feeling it stretch out a little bit. He licked aro
The Artist In The New York Coffeeshop
Kurt smiled at the air and many towering buildings before him. New York for him meant new beginnings, leaving old regrets behind and meeting new people. Doing things he'd never done before, taking everything he'd done back in Loser Lima and throw it in the garbage. This is where he felt needed to be, since he was 10 and his mother passed he swore he'd take her dreams and ramblings of moving to beautiful New York and making them a reality. "This one is for you mom." Kurt breathed in the crisp morning deeply. He began walking. He didn't where he was going, or where anything was but he wasn't frightened like he would be if he was in any other new place. Despite all the thoughts of enjoyment and slight fear all ran together making his mind a blank mess. He continued to walk and walk with no regards of the new faces that passed him. Some stared at his unusual happiness and some passed him on like just another resident of the beautiful state. What Kurt enjoyed most was that every face that p
"At least try and be social dear." Louis frowned at the tanned man against a dark corner in the crowded room. They were both dressed very formally, suites and ties. All the men in the room wore suits and ties, women sporting fancy dresses and attire. This wasn't Louis's first social gathering in he and Zayn's house. It sure wouldn't be the last either. Zayn knew this. He didn't like going out and being social with Louis's high class friends. He always felt left out from the high talk and stuck up visitors. He never knew what they were alking about and they always made a point to point out he was never at Louis's work and was lower class than them. He frowned at Louis, tipping back a disgusting drink. Zayn wasn't big on alcoholic beverages, he hated them actually. But everyone here was lightly sipping on these types of drinks and Zayn didn't want to be more out of place. "Darling, you know I hate social gatherings you hold like this. I always end the night feeling low to the ground, ign
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A Hope | Eren x Reader | One ShotI ran my hands over the soft ground. As the sun and wind grazed over my face, I wondered how in this world we live in, there can be such struggle and pain and fear breathing the same air as this peaceful scene. I closed my eyes and lie there on the ground. "(First)?" I propped myself up on my elbow, coaxing my eyes open as I turned to face the voice. "Yes?" I asked, looking up at crouching , dark-haired figure. Eren. He sat down on the ground next to me, crossing his legs. "Are you okay?" I nodded, pushing back the memory of the previous day. I had just returned from a mission outside the walls, several of my squad did not return, I was the only one left unscathed. We sat for a moment in bitterly peaceful silence, I held back tears. "If you need to talk." He said after a moment and hesitantly laying a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked down at the grass as I realized that the peace I had felt was in v
Prayer for Ukraine/CrimeaIn November 2013 protests started, when Ukrainian citizens demanded stronger
integration with the European Union.
This led to a wave of demonstrations and civil unrest which evolved
to include calls for the resignation of President Yanukovych and his government.
In January 16, 2014 violence escalated when the government passed
Anti-Protest Laws restricting freedom of speech and assembly
Anti-government demonstrators occupied buildings in the centre of Kiev.
In Feb 18-20 riots left 98 dead and thousands injured.
Members of Parliament found the president unable to fulfill his duties
and exercised constitutional powers' to set an election in May to select
In the aftermath of this, protests were staged by Pro-Russian groups
who opposed the events in Kiev and wanted closer ties or integration with Russia.
Other groups wanted autonomy or possible independence for Crimea.
On March 1st, Russia deployed troops throughout Crimea and southeast of Ukraine.
These actions have been
Rant: Defending RosalinaEver since her appearance in Super Mario 3D World, Rosalina has been getting alot of crap from tons of Mario fans. I'm hear to shed some light on this matter once and for all.
Argument: She's replacing Daisy and/or Waluigi and taking there spots in mainstream titles away from them. It's unfair!
And how exactly is she doing that? The last time I checked, Waluigi and Daisy were both still appearing in games. I think you guys are just upset that Rosalina is making mainstream appearances and Daisy and Waluigi aren't. People fail to realize that Daisy and Waluigi were never mainstream to begin with (well, Daisy did appear in Super Mario Land, but that was about what? 2 decades ago?). Now don't get me wrong, I truly do like Daisy and I have absolutely nothing against her, but Daisy was pretty much only brought back to the Mario series to give Peach a partner in Mario spin-offs (and probably to give Luigi a love interest), just like Waluigi was only created to give Wario a partner in Mario sp
New School, New World- Italy's EndingItaly’s Ending- Pastaaaaa~
You turned the TV off with a sigh. Nothing good was on and you didn’t want to do any homework yet. As you sat there wondering about what to do, you absent-mindedly picked up your cell phone and scrolled through your contacts. The first number after your father’s read Feliciano Vargas. You’d forgotten that Ludwig had given you his number a day ago. You smiled and decided to give the guy a call. You hardly had to wait before the cheerful Italian picked up the phone.
“Hey, Feli. It’s (f/n)”
“Oh hi (f/n)! I was just missing you! I’m so bored sitting at home and I wanna see you and Ludwig and Kiku again!”
You laughed as you listened to him whine. “At least you have Lovino with you though”.
“Actually Lovi isn’t here”, Feliciano responded sadly, “He had to go to work”.
“Really? Then who
Armin x Reader (Part 1)I pushed the library door open gently with my foot, balancing two large cups of coffee. I saw Armin glance up slightly and smile. “Good morning.” he said. I returned the greeting. “I thought I would find you here. Coffee?” I raised one of the mugs towards him slightly. placed his book in his lap and took the cup. “Thank you.” He sat up and crossed his legs, blowing on the coffee to cool it. He sighed. I perched myself on the arm of his chair. “What’s wrong?” I moved my mug with the upward inflection. He shook his head. “Nothing. I’m just tired, I was up last night reading and I fell asleep in here.” I turned to face him, putting my feet next to his in the seat of the chair and bringing my knees to my chin. “That’s why you weren’t at breakfast?” he nodded. “What
Little Voices- GaruruI am the stoic leader.
The most straightforward things I do are shown through little to no feeling. Small gestures, simple nods, and vague frowns are met with frightened stares, the recipients of my lack of emotion unsure of how to appropriately respond.
I do this for a reason, mind you.
The less feeling I reveal, the less likely I will ever have to endure a painstakingly cruel observation from the common spectator… the less likely I'll unleash the grueling, pitiful weakness within.
I am not an idiot; I understand when people convey the deepest of emotions to me. When Giroro was struck by one of my bullets, and tumbled down to the pits of the waters below… when that boy was horrified to see the Sergeant transformed into a blank, amnesic and power-hungry leader… when Pururu confessed to me in tears that she wanted to treat me kindly.
Neither of my actions could be excused. Giroro could have easily gotten killed, Keroro never revived from that state, and Pururu
Oh, Were is My Jenny?Candace sat in the chair by the back door with a pen and note pad watching her brothers, and waiting for them to do something bustable.
"Let's see: boys still sitting in the back yard, no change. Wait, enter Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford." Candace said to herself as she wrote all of this down.
"Now I just have to wait and see what they do next." Candace said as she continued viewing them all.
Outside, Buford looked disappointed.
"What's the matter Buford?" Phineas asked.
"I ordered these moon boots a few days ago and I just got them in the mail. But they don't make me jump high enough. I can only jump up as high as I normally can." Buford explained.
"Don't you hate that? You sometimes get upset by what you receive in the mail isn't what you thought it'd be?" Phineas asked.
"It would be really cool to jump up really high into the air." Isabella remarked.
"Hey, yeah. We could make our own moon shoes that actually make us bounce really high in the air. Ferb, I know what we're going to do
.:The Concert In The Park:.
Niall and Karen were walking into the park. "Can I open my eyes now Niall?" Karen asked, following only the sound of Niall's adorable, sexy Irish accent. "No, not yet Karen." Niall smiled until they came to a stop in the middle of the park. Niall rushed away from her and yelled. "Okay Karen. "Open them!" Niall yelled. Karen opened her eyes, and her jaw dropped. She saw her boyfriend Niall, and his friends Zayn, Louis, Harry and Liam on a big stage set in the middle of the park. They were all standing on the stage with microphones in stands in front of all of them. Dan had a guitar, sitting on a stool next to Niall. He started One Thing, and the boys followed, singing. "Now I'm climbing the walls, but you don't notice at all. That I'm going out of my mind, all day and all night." Niall sang, winking at Karen before Louis started his part. Karen's eyes brimmed with tears. The song ended and the boys and Dan packed up as Niall hopped of the stage. "Why are you crying
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More