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Friendship? | IISo my friends & I asked him if he wanted to hang out with us
And at last, he said 'yes',
Which makes my heart skip a beat.
A few days later
He's no longer what we call 'normal'.
Because he gained a trait or two from another guy
Aaand became a total jackass
Slinging sex jokes around wherever he can
Getting in trouble whenever he can
Never giving a damn
But that's what I like about him-
Other than a hundred other things-
His bravery & dominance makes for a good fight.
He's kinda become the leader of our group
Making us laugh
Making us cry
Making us angered
Making us peaceful.
He's controlled us
And with that, I admire him
I shall admire him forever.
Love At First Sight | IAnd then I saw him..
His dark skin
His piercing eyes
His perfect hair.
Everything a girl would call the man of their dreams
Because of his obnoxiously flawless appearance.
Oh, & his stature!
Standing tall upon skinny legs,
He shifts his muscular torso to the right, turning away from my gaze
But of course, he looks even more brilliant than I had hoped.
Then I notice that my friend can see where I stare, so I stop
But as soon as she turns around, I gander at him yet again.
Sunrise Phone CallI catch the sunrise
As I hold a dusty phone to my left ear
Clicking my tongue rhythmically to each syllable formed by his mouth
And I bow my head, snickering
Because I miss the old days
When we'd talk with our friends
Him pretending to be on drugs as we watched in utter amusement
And I used to feel like all of my pain had been lifted away
But the only stress I had on my shoulders
Was the fact that I had to hide my deep love for him.
Standin' In The RainI'm standing in the rain
Waiting for my man
And when I look around
There's couples scattered around
Hiding under their umbrellas
Then there's the others
Who kiss passionately
One against the brick wall stained in blood
The other in a slanting position above them
Then he's dashing towards me
His glasses coated in raindrops
His eyebrows pointed down
His handsome face a distinct one
And as he comes right towards me
Wrapping his arms around me
As soon as I open my eyes
Because he was never there
Just a figment of my imagination used to fill in the gaps
But I can smell a hint of his cologne before it's washed away.
HallieI will admit
I used to think you were a slut
But in the end
I found that you're a diamond.
We made fun of the guys
They were awfully 'manly', no?
Psst.. he loved you.
Oh, but the boys we knew were douchebags.
Sad thing that when I see you again I'll be an adult
But I still remember all the things we did together..
I recall when you pissed me off & I went searching everywhere for something close to me
But I'm proud that you learned from me.
I forgive you for all the things you did
I'm sorry for what you go through when I don't see you
I love you like a sister
And I can't wait to see your face again.
Lucid Future: Chapter ThirteenThe Argus studio tower.. I've heard about it many times before, but I've never been there in person. Instead of charging out into hell like a fool, I decide to climb an enormous oak tree. Why? Because I may be able to spot it from a high distance. Getting higher & higher up, I start to be able to see a structure that resembles a radio station. Just like the transmission said.. Getting down carefully & without haste, I remember where the tower is located, & once I jump out of the tree, I dash back into the city as fast as I can, hoping to get to the building before anyone else.
Running, running, running. Possibly for miles. The flickers of the accursed flames that I avoided when I was in the cave spews at me, attempting to eat their way through the thin fabric that is my clothing. Whilst I am still sprinting, I chug down some of the water that I brought with me. Spilling down through my shirt & onto the gravel, it doesn't really matter.
Hours pass. At last, I stand below the blaz
make me proud. kageyama tobio x reader
Kageyama Tobio x Older Sister!Reader ;;
"Tobio. Can you toss for me?"
The young boy of 9 looked up to her older sister who gave him a small smile. He didn't mind giving tosses to her sister; it was fun — and it helped her practice. As far as he knew, his sister was volleyball player in her middle school and was the ace. She said she needed to work on her spikes, but he didn't understand why she needed to keep practicing it — considering that her spikes were the best. Well, in his opinion, anyway.
He shrugged his shoulders loosely. "Sure."
She grinned and went to the backyard, Tobio following in behind. And as they arrived in backyard, she turned to him, the grin still plastered on her face. "You ready?"
Tobio nodded his head and [Name] passed the ball to him and as the ball was coming towards him, he extended his arms up above his head, positioned his hands in a diamond formation, spread his feet about shoulder width apart, and as the bal
birthday kiss. oikawa tooru x reader
"Good morning, [Name]-chan~!"
Oikawa gave the girl a wave, but the girl merely looked away, trying her best to ignore him at all costs. Knowing that she was avoiding his presence, Oikawa entered the classroom and grabbed a chair and scooted next to her. Really close to her. Too close for her own comfort. But did Oikawa care? No, of course not. He never cares about anything but himself.
Which is why [Name] hated him.
"Do you know what day it is~?" he asked, paying no attention at how the girl was extremely uncomfortable by the space between them. Oikawa, however, saw the tint of blush appearing on her cheeks, and that only made him want to get closer to her even more.
"Friday." [Name] simply replied, or at least, tried to.
"Nope!" he exclaimed, that sadistic smile of his still plastered on his dreadful face. The students stared at the two
lovebirdsstudents, blinking at the scene. Though, this wasn't the first time Oikawa barged into their c
FFM 18: Friday NightAnother friday night. Burnt coffee, stale cigarette smoke, and a bunch of assholes that Vlad didn’t like any better than himself. If there was a silver lining here, it was that this would be his last meeting. That almost brought a smile to his tired, pallid face. Almost. Instead, he peeled off one last sticky tag, wrote his name, and sat in the circle with the rest of the guys.
Rat King was up first. Blah blah, all the usual bullshit about ruling the sewers. Honestly, who cared? That guy wasn’t a true monster. As far as Vlad was concerned, they should’ve sent him packing ages ago, but this was a place of support, so he’d never said as much. Twitching and fidgety, he waited for his turn to stand at the podium.
“Hello,” he began. “My name is Vlad. Of the Family Macnair.”
“Hi, Vlad,” the assorted murderers and thieves replied.
“As most of you know, I
A ConversationI told him he smells of coffee and thrift shops. He said, “Is that a good thing?”
I said yes, very. Or better than smelling of cheese and ammonia.
“Who smells of cheese and ammonia?”
This lady I work with. And not good cheese, either. Roquefort, that’s been sitting on the dash of a car on a 100 degree day.
“Why do you suppose the ammonia?”
I assume that she cleans with it.
“Oh my God,” he said. “Who cleans with ammonia? Unless she’s getting rid of evidence?” He cocked an eyebrow.
And who smells of cheese if they clean with ammonia, is what I want to know. I tell him I can never eat stinky cheese again, but that being near him always makes me want a coffee, badly.
“What do thrift shops smell like?”
I ask him if he’s ever been into a thrift shop.
“I don’t think so. Old bookstores. I love those. Is that close?”
I thought about that. Yes, yes that wa
runaway irony (FFM 22)Twenty minutes after finishing the documentary on New Zealand, Nicole had a plan worked out. She wrote it all down in gel pen, an itemised list of all the things she needed; then she got to work.
It wasn’t easy to convince the man in Bunnings to sell her nails, but she put on her best innocent face, and told him it was for her father’s garden shed. It wasn’t easy to convince the neighbour to let her have the old fence palings, either; nor the logs that had been earmarked for a bonfire, but a few hearty fibs and her best “I just want to help my daddy” smile went a long way to convincing them.
Two weeks later, she had bruised hands, a lot of knowledge about how not to use a hammer, and what she hoped would pass for a half-decent raft. She packed herself a bag with some clothes and spare underwear, then packed another bag, this one larger and wheeled, with as much canned food as she could carry. Before she left, she remembered to grab the can op
SplitI didn’t know what to do for her. Or to her. Or with her. She cried, a lot. She thought I didn’t know, didn’t notice, or maybe just didn’t care.
I saw her dancing in the rain one Saturday afternoon, nude. Not a stitch on her, and dancing by the creek, red welts rising on her skin from the biting mosquitoes. She never danced. I watched, and marveled that she could dance and still look sad.
When the rain let up, she stopped and stared at the creek flowing and bubbling over big flat mossy rocks. I called her name without using my voice, and she turned, but then looked away again. I wondered where she was in her head, that she could stand there and ignore the itchy bites and not worry that she was naked.
I envied her lack of self-consciousness. I pulled my heavy cardigan around my shoulders, even though it was hot and muggy out. I hid in its folds like a turtle hides inside its mobile home.
Sometimes I could feel her tugging at me, begging. I was stubbor
Giving the Bride AwayThird Person Plural
Father: Teenagers are too immature to know what’s best for them.
Third Person Neuter
Mother: This country just doesn’t have the same standard of morals.
Third Person Masculine
Father: He’s the perfect choice for her.
Third Person Feminine
Mother: She’s not too young. It’s normal to be nervous.
Father & Mother: You should be excited on your wedding day.
Bride: This isn’t what I want.
:: GULA :: Charles Grey x Reader
gula ; latin for gluttony.
"Ah, I'm so hungry! [Name], get me something, will you?"
"Must you eat all the time? You just ate an hour ago!" the girl said, raising her voice. It still surprised her at how this man could consume any food with a blink of an eye. He kept eating, eating, and eating, it made her sick to the stomach. Just watching him eat made her stomach churn in disgust. "If you want food, then go get some yourself."
"That's a lot of work," Charles complained. "that's why I'm asking you, silly!"
"I'm not," [Name] began, walking towards him and sticking her sword in front of his face. "your maid."
"Course, you aren't." he mumbled, removing the sword away from his face. "Must you always stick your sword in front of me? You know, one day you might end up slicing my face in half! And it will be all your fault, [Name]."
"Oh, please. I would have done that if you weren't the Queen's butler."
"Still cruel as ever, I s
homeI pray to go home.
on bended knee,
I lift my heart
to a nameless god,
I bless his heart,
or maybe hers,
and ask for deliverance
to a land
I feel a map,
carved into my shoulders.
three mirrors are arranged
directing my attention
to my back, a range of mountains,
but my eyes don't see.
is water through a sieve.
puddles flow beneath me,
no barrier to hold me
a cheshire smile
and reversible signs
lie to me
and no amount of tears,
salty oceans on my cheeks,
will bring me home.
I dream of a room,
soft and fuzzy to the sight,
where I feel at rest;
I know that I am still
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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