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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
2P Canada X-Reader one big familyIt's strange how you can go from some sort of popular in a goodway, with a lot of friends, to alone and unwanted. You had a learn problem, it's not that you didn't want to learn, more like you couldn't. It was hard for you to make sense of all the new and boring lessons. And at the tests, well, you didn't score so good. The school descided that you had to move to another school, this one was closer to your house, but there was more escort for all the subjects you didn't understand.
The new school looked like jail. Seriously. You walked over to the school and looked at the bars that kept thiefs out, or so they said. The first thing you noticed was the noise, not that you had anything at all against noise, but this was more and louder than normal. Kids your age were yelling at each other and sceaming though their phones.
"I want to go home." You whispered.
You were bad with new situations. Expecially when you were on your own. You had a lot of friends at your old school, and the music yo
2P Canada X-Reader One big family CH.2Ever since Alfred talked to you the other day people started to advoid you. It took you only a few second to figure out that all the rumours were about you. You had no clue how come you weren't the strange kid anymore, just by talking with Alfred, who strangely anough liked you enough to not smash your head in. It took you a few weeks to get settled in the new school. But to be honest, you had some sort of strange power in here. People seem the be afraid of you, and you had no clue why, of how. They couldn't be frightend of you just because you survided a talk with a strange kid holding a bat now could they? The two arrogant girls were no longer bitching around with you. When you caught them looking at you they quickly turned around, trying to hide their interests in you. Even the boy who was holding your bag the other day came towards you so he could apologies for his behaviour. He seemed some sort of nice actually. After his apologies he smiled sweetly at you and handed over a rose.
2P Canada X-Reader One Big Family CH.3Tuesday.
Since you were already late for school you descided to take it slowly and made your way trough your morning program in absolut peace. Everytime you thought about Matthew a little smile ran over your face. You some sort of like this boy, even though you didn't really know why. It wasn't like he was that nice to you, but then again, he was nicer to you than to anyone else. You washed your face and looked at youself in the mirror. You saw a young girl, sleepy eyes and messy hair. You started to brush it before you made your way downstairs to catch some breakfast.
Downstairs everyone was gone already. You liked the quitness and set down on the chair for some goor breakfast, still thinking about the blonde hairy guy. If you seriously liked it, could their be a possibility for the two of you? Even if he would actually like you, could you two be together? You smiled at that thought and almost threw the milk on the ground. You laughed about your own stupility and made yourself ready f
Character Creation text Sheet 1.2.0--Character creation text sheet, created and written by Reaku the crate.--
Personal note: I am sick and tired of seeing people without a proper written reference for their characters, so I made this
text file to fill the gap, removing the excuss of not having one. This text file also helps when creating a new character
from scratch, as well as helping to write down and save ideas in an organized fashion.
This text file is open to any modification that is seen fit for whoever may need. I encourage modification and redistribution
of this file. Have fun!
Examples are left within Parentheses, notes are not, Brackets, Braces, and Chevrons are used for name here signs.
Any given entry in the template may be multiplied as many times as needed for a characters design, just proceed every new entry with a number.
Friendly reminder, do not exceed 100 points in the Statistics section, OR think of modifying that part of the template, as it's possibly the most
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Masky X Reader LEMONNarrator P.O.V.
He watched you lying in bed asleep and grinned to himself, you were his next victim. He jumped inside your window and jumped at your alarm clock blasting ____ by ______. You whimpered and sat up, once you opened your big (e/c) eyes, he was behind you. You stood up in your short pajamas and stretched up and down, he stared at you and bit his lip under his mask.
This man you weren’t aware of, in your room at 3 AM. Why you woke up at 3 AM, he didn’t understand, he had always thought you woke up at 6 AM for school.
“What the hell?” he heard you say, “why is my alarm set for 3 AM?” you stood up and he got ready to move to the other side of your room when you walked forward to your dresser and bent over and grabbed your phone. He bit his lip harder and licked it, while watching you “Haha, look who’s awake at 3 AM, you have three hours until school, loser,” you said. He saw you roll your eyes in the mirror and you looked up
Pray for French PolynesiaFrench Polynesia is an overseas collectivity of France.
It is located in the south Pacific half way between South America and Australia.
Its closest island neighbors are the Cook Islands to the Southwest and the Pitcairn Islands
to the southeast.
It is made up of 130 different islands which are split into six groups:
Society Islands (Includes Tahiti, Bora Bora, Mo'orea)
The population is over 260,000.
Papeetē is the capital and located on Tahiti.
Tahiti is the largest island and where 80% of the population lives.
Tahiti’s main exports are its black pearls
FAMOUS FRENCH POLYNESIANS
Vaitiare Hirson-Asars (b. 1964
Tarita Teriipia Third wife of Marlon Brando (b 1941),
Cheyenne Brando Daughter of Marlon Brando (1970–1995)
Tuki Brando Son of Cheyenne Brando (b 1990)
Fruit Bloom Fruit and Berry ListThis list will not only tell you the list of Fruit available for Fruit Blooms, but it will also tell you the rarity of it. Berries however will have a higher rarity because the are ask only and they can be turned down if we feel that they are too rare. We will also deny them if there are too many Blooms with them.
Acai Berries - Rare
Ackee - Uncommon
Aguaje - Rare
Apple - Common
Apricot - Uncommon
Avocado - Super Rare
Banana - Common
Bell Pepper - Super Rare
Breadfruit - Super Rare
Bilberry - Rare
Blackberry - Common
Blackcurrant - Rare
Blood Orange - Common
Blueberry - Common
Boysenberry - Rare
Carob Pod - Super Rare
Canary melon - Rare
Cantaloupe - Rare
Currant - Common
Cherry - Kuro-Creations exclusive only
Cherimoya - Rare
Chili Pepper - Super Rare
Clementine - Common
Cloudberry - Rare
Cocoa Pod - Super Rare
Coconut - Uncommon
Corn - Super Rare
Coffee Fruit - Super Rare
Cranberry - Super Rare
Cucumber - Super Rare
Cupuacu - Super Rare
Damson - Common
Date - Com
PMDU Official Writing App! Temperate MaelstromEXPLORERS GUILD: Temperate Maelstrom
Date Joined: 30|09|2013
Current Funds: 5 St
Characteristic: Alert to Sounds
Total Points Left: —
Type Bonus: Water >> Agility
Move 1: Water Pledge
Move 2: Aerial Ace
Move 3: Waterfall
Move 4: Brick Break
Description: I mean the Explorers no offence, but the Guild-issued vests on offer were too shoddy and scruffy for my tastes. The material irritated my skin, and I am obliged to put forth a presentable appearance as one of noble blood. As such, I acquired Miss Chantelle’s services via my Full Customization Voucher. Needless to say, I was very pleased with Miss Chantelle’s work. I opine that this lime green-hemmed,
Candycane's StoryCANDYCANE’S STORY
She was afraid.
Afraid of being alone.
Her mother coughed in the hospital bed, with a weak smile on her face. She had to stay, or at least act strong in front of her young daughter. The small five year old looked up at her mother with large, teary, emerald green eyes.
The elder woman smiled and ruffled her child’s abnormally colored white and red hair and pressed a plush toy into the little girl’s arms. She looked down at it, and then back to her mother, who had closed her eyes.
“Merry Christmas… Naomi…” The woman breathed.
“Merry Christmas Mummy.”
Naomi curled up on her bed. It was ten years later and her mother had died from breast cancer, leaving her orphaned. Her father had died in a car crash before she was born, so she had no-where left to go.
She hugged the plush her mother gave her close to her chest, causing the machine inside it to click.
“Rudolf the red nosed reindeer~” Th
.: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
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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