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Summary: IN YOUR MINDIN YOUR MIND</i>
Warning(s): Rape, mentions of sex, gunviolence, general violence, kinks, homosexuality, death, excessive language, sexual references, mentions of child abuse, flashbacks.
Summary: A seperate universe, a seperate planet. An entire planet that's been ruled for thousands of years by a single man. He's tyrannical, he doesn't care about his people beyond the desendents of those who helped him take over. He holds beliefs that few follow and choose to believe in, but these beliefs are Absolute. You don't say 'no' no matter if he persecutes you or the one you love. You shut up and deal.
Only he has the power to live for as long as he chooses.
He does unspeakable things that the people know of- known secrets. Never discussed but always known.
He could probably go on doing what he does forever.
But he took one action that sets forward two people to finally take him out.
Warning(s): Pedophilia, incest, pedocest, blood, violence, language, transgender, homosexuality, suggested/implied rape, reference to rape, mild sex references, ukes/shotas, semes, catboys, verbal abuse, pedorape, cliches, alternate universe.
Summary: An Alternate Universe Japanese government came upon the idea to bioengineer their soldiers- train them from a young age with mental and physical abuse and experiments galore. They take children from all walks of life at varying ages to test how they react, and see who's the strongest.
They work in a partner system, much like the Loveless battle system, though not with word spells.
They're put into battles to see who succeeds- how they survive.
A weapon to a master, one cannot be replaced should they die. If a weapon is terminated, so is their master and vice versa. Rarely is there reason for you to live after your other half has died.
And on a rare, rare occassion, your m
Warning(s): Transgender, crossdressing, language.
Summary: Melissa Sanvey is seventeen years old and attending boarding school in British Columbia of Canada. She's been sitting on the fact for years, trying to drive it out of her mind. Change it. Change herself.
Because in all reality, Melissa's a boy with the body of a girl.
AwaYIt's all black outside. Little stars twinkle through the cloud cover every so often but mostly hid from everything.
Vhi peeked outside his door, looking for people. There weren't any. Not any at all. It was late and most people were asleep. It made him a little sad that no one was around, but in the end they would've run away anyway. They always ran away. He'd almost had a friend once.
But she was just as afraid as everyone else in the end.
He'd tried to cover his face- hide it. But you can't hide that kind of thing. People are curious- they ask questions.
Or the little hope that says "Maybe she'll be okay with me." speaks up and controls you for a moment.
And then that moment makes it all bad.
There was always hope in Vhi's mind though- that maybe someone wouldn't be afraid. Flower wasn't afraid.
Flower had never been afraid of him.
Silence and loudness were a good match.
"Hey! Move it jackass!"
Vhi looked at the guy whom Flower had yelled at. The man turned arou
Speak of LoveLet us speak of love!
Think of love!
Let us be one with the one we love!
And never let hate shatter us!
Kisses and hugs and gropes and
from there on
Starts off small,
should ever matter.
Of where you live,
of where you're "legal."
But it all does.
So we take our stand-
Stand and speak of love!
Let us all love who we wish to love,
Love and what goes with it.
Never let the hate in.
+CHRIS TAMERTHON'S Point OF View+
I grab clothes from my closet- it's at least three in the morning. Took me two hours to get the clothes in the first place.
They're on my bed now-
Denim skirt. It's simple- goes about to midthigh, restricts movement- you can't run in it. I like it anyway.
Pink shirt. It's a spaghetti strap- tight to the skin, would be emphasizing my curves if I had any to speak of. A bra wouldn't help this case- it would just squish and be awkward. I can't stuff- looks even faker.
People would call me a crossdresser- maybe. Maybe not since I can't even convince myself to put the stuff on. I've wanted to ever since I was little but I couldn't. Jen keeps a close eye on me at all times. I think she suspects something- or that I'm gay- which I'm not.
I'm a girl... but I don't look like a girl- I have a... penis for the love of God!
If I got a boyfriend... not that I can- but would that make me gay? Would he be gay?
Hoped on RomanceHoped on Romance
+Chris' Point of View+
I wish girls would stop hitting on me... Stupid, STUPID body of mine- tells everyone one thing... they can't see the other.
If a boy came to hit on me, I'd probably blush really bad. Then I'd get called queer and fag. Even though I'm not- maybe I'm strange compared to what the norm is but I am not gay. I like boys. I don't like girls like that. Not that I really have a problem WITH people like that but... I don't want to be called gay! I think Mom already thinks that of me though...
Romance novels suck. They suck REALLY bad. It's all love and happy and sex and then cheating and then more sex. That's all they are. There's nothing more real- definately nothing I can relate to.
Setting the book back on the shelf, I start walking around the department store again. I'm here because Dad wanted to get out, and I wanted to get away from Mom. And I need new track shorts- the ones I have are so stained with blood from tripping when I wa
Chris TamerthonWake up,
Avoid the mirror.
Grab the right clothes.
Avoid what I want to put on my face.
Put on my smile.
Lie to myself.
Lie to everyone I know.
Chris Tamerthon woke to the buzzing of an alarm clock in her ears. She groaned, not wanting to get up- ever. Every day was tiring- smiling for everyone, telling everyone that "I'm in a relationship" when you're really not, but you need to avoid the situation at all costs. Not being able to do anything- not able to have a life. She finally rolled out of bed, stood up and went to get dressed. She grabbed a pair of baggy jeans, almost grabbing her denim skirt by mistake, and pulled them on with a pair of boxers. She pulled on a baggy blue shirt after that, not repeating her mistake, and then slipped into her shoes. She grabbed her hairbrush, running it through shoulder length, dyed blue hair. She wanted to die it pink but she couldn't for the life of her.
Finally entering the bathroom, she groaned. This was the worst part of
Happy V-DAY BITCHESSSToday is a day for love.
That's what they say.
Love is all shiny and sparkly-
FULL OF CRACK.
This is my wish to all of ya'll who's reading this shizz:
HAVE A GREAT GODDAMN DAY AND-
Get your freak on with the one you love!
FRILLY THINGS FOR TODAY:
Just have safe sex.
I fear if I keep typoing, I'm gonna kill ya'll,
so I just hope-
That you have a really good day today full of
HAPPY VALENTINE'S EVERYONE!</i>
Top 20 things Optimus Prime would NEVER say!20.) "This cat is delicious!"
19.) "Do these flames make me look fat?"
18.) "You know you're just stumped from my imminent beauty!"
17.) "I like a cheeseburger, with no onions, no lettuce, and extra pickles. If I don't see any pickles, I will sit on top of this fast food restaurant and everyone in it as well!..............may I have some fries as well?"
16.) "I don't care if I am the designated driver, YOU'RE NOT DRINKING INSIDE ME!"
15.) "There are just some days, you can't get rid of Rodimus."
14.) *sings* "I got the touch! I got the POWEEEEERRRRRR! DUN DUNDUNDUNDUNDUN! YEAH!"
13.) "In all these centuries of fighting, I've come to ask you the one question, I dared not ask Megatron.............................Is that a helmet? Or a bucket on your head? I never could tell?
12.) "We will protect mankind and all of there, waitaminute!..............$4.99 for re
Clumsy UndressingMy body is an earthquake
Whilst in the throes of laughter.
First I begin to smile goofy
Before succumbing to amusement.
My boyfriend fails to see
The funny side of the story;
Last night when stripping his
Zipper couldn't be dragged down.
I couldn't help it, not when
I howled like a crazed hyena
The moment his stunned handsome
Face collided with the floor.
Revisioning DarwinSometimes I'm jealous of pandas
because they are the most retarded animals
that I know of, but still
They take a leak on Darwin
And prove that PR has it's use
in the animal kingdom as well
Maybe they can give a seminar to slugs?
Positively PuppyMaturely I do say icky--
but for being rather sticky;
I would like--
to be the merrier and
say I'd like that it is dread--
ful to think of its odor---
a pugilist-like motor.
A repulsive, feeble callus
I can't cut off the foot of malice,
I swear I'll grit my teeth
and strangle it 'till it dies.
And many other adj-
ectives to describe---
why I hate you.
It's not that I'm pessimistic,
depressed or criminally a best
At the sight; oh what a sight
Just don’t expect me running
when a messy mishap's coming.
Because there is no point
running when you fate is coming,
since I'll be the one standing overflowing,
with a joy of overcoming the
Absolutely adorable, fluffy--
because I will hold the axe when you die.
Now don't cry your children's eyes out.
There much better pets out there for a child, my love.
The creature, or an octopus, Aristotle's faithful cous-
There is no need to cry--
Oh it only deserved to die---
The Death of McGirdleMyrtle McGirdle, was a frightful old bat,
She had hunched up shoulders,
And wore a fur hat,
She always smelled,
Of cigarettes and cheap wines,
Her house was decorated,
With cheetah print and fake vines.
Her voice was coarse, like a sandpaper sheet,
Her hands were cold and gnarled,
and smelled like feet,
She was unpleasantly crass, and prejudice by nature,
Towards young children and teenagers and those nasty tax takers,
(And twenty-plus other things, but we will get to them later.)
But one day, Miss Myrtle, at a quarter to four,
Heard a rather raspy knock on the front of her door,
She grumbled and huffed, for she knew the sound well,
bone knuckles on wood, it was easy to tell.
She shuffled over from her chair, into the halls,
Past all the self-portraits lining the walls,
Her old hands gripped the doorknob to check that it was locked,
as she peeked through the keyhole to see who had knocked.
"Hello again, Rico," she opened the door with an exasperated sigh,
"Hello, McGirdle," he said wit
Las aventuras de los mellizos creep-cap3Capítulo 3: desastre andante
Después de haber escuchado la petición de sus amigos ellos dijeron:
Selena: claro, por qué no (sonrisa fingida)
John: si déjanos preguntarle a nuestro tío (respirando pesado por los nervios).
No sabían que hacer en ese momento luego Selena dijo:
Selena: bueno debemos irnos……
Mientras tanto Jeff con su traje de anciano, tratando de encender el motor sin darse cuenta de que Selena y John estaban atrás del coche, en ese momento casi los atropella, John contesto:
John: oiga anciano fíjese
Jeff: no me falten al respeto enanos pelirrojos
John: o___o oops
Selena: yo no te falte al respeto Jeff
John: tal vez sea enana Selena, pero yo soy más alto
Selena: no manches John eres más alto que yo por 3 cm
Jeff: bueno súbanse
Mientras ellos subían al coche, a John se le ocurrió decir en el camino lo que estaba pasando, Jeff lo miro y detuvo bruscamente el auto,
My Weird Desire...Right by the fire,
I try to seal away my desire...
But late at night,
I try with all my might...
My desire to make...
The Horror of Gimme-er!I’m a Gallumphing Gimme-er
And I’d like a word?
Did you know that what’s yours is mine?
And what’s mine is mine?
More, more, more!
I want what I want
So take it!
Not caring who made it!
What does it matter?
I want, I want, I want!
I’m blind so I can’t see you
And I don’t care to hear you!
A splash of color here, a splash there
So it’s all okay right?
Oh, well it’s mine, mine, and mine!
I can grab and grip
So what I take won’t slip!
It’s not mine you say?
Humph, I don’t care anyway!
Nope, nope, nope!
Can I have this?
Could I use that?
Is it free?
See I sometimes ask!
So please, please, please!
What do you mean ‘no’?
I asked didn’t I?
I like it so I’ll have it!
Gimme, gimme, gimme!
EFF THE CHEESE... I think...I like you,
and I like cheese.
I like cheese as much
you hate cheese!
I don't know how!
But you do!
And it makes me sad!
I like you...
so I can't hate
I just really
that this doesn't
Get in the way,
of our relationship!
Cheese and dumpster-love.
Ain't that healthy?
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