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What is Love?There was a princess who at the youthful age of 16 already knew more about human suffering than most of the elders in the kingdom. At age 2 she had been so sick that she would have died if the brilliant doctors of the land had not attempted surgery on her. As a young child she had been the victim of bullying and as an adolescent, though she was now old enough to take the throne, she felt complete isolation.
The Princess knew that none of the courtiers wanted to speak to her, so she would take her food during meals and sit beneath the stairs in the Great Hall, where she dined alone with none but the imaginary creatures she had created with her vast imagination to comfort her.
One day the Princess felt her heart strings straining to stay intact. The pain was so unbearable that she sought counsel. To her dismay she was met with only mockery, ridicule and disbelief. She decided that the only way to escape her pain would be to take her own life. The Princess ran to her room and found the ne
Thomasin's Monologue(This is a monologue from a play I am working on. Thomasin is a tavern wench who is in love with the prince of England. He loves her too, but Thomasin fears that one day their union will be discovered and the people will lose their faith in William. She has been contemplating giving him up so he can marry a princess and rule the traditional way.)
THOMASIN: Oh, will nothing remove this stain? What is it that lurks in the mouths of the ruffians who frequent the tavern? I dare not really ask. Thank the heavens for these rags so I do not have to touch this with my own hand, I fear I’d lose it to some foul disease if I did.
Oh, William, many times you have said that this is not the place for me. I do wish that I could be by your side every day. I live for the days you comes to the tavern. When you are near me I feel like a lady, not a wench. You treat me with respect and speak to me as you do the court of England. If all men behaved in such a way, women would have an easier time findi
Selfish PeopleI would like to take some time today to discuss a topic that many people tend to veer away from. We all think about it, possibly even on a daily basis, but we rarely bring it up to the offenders. Instead we choose to hide behind our computers, ranting about it on Facebook or Tumblr, and the offender never even realizes the post is about them. I am speaking of the fact that far too many people these days have a False Sense of Entitlement and/or live in the almighty Land of Me.
Now, I am not too harsh with people about this in most cases. Yes, every so often we do want to just have a Me Day, or do something that will only benefit ourselves. This does not make anyone a bad person. It just makes you a human being. After a long day at work or school I am sure just about everyone needs a bit of that coveted Me Time. However, you should not be the absolute center of your universe.
Selfish people oftentimes do not even realize they are selfish. I mean who goes around saying, "Yeah, I only care
Guardian AngelThere was a strange time in my life when a creature of nightmares became the source of my salvation. I had been kicked out of my mom’s house when I was nineteen because she is one of those crazy, tie you to a chair while forcing you to listen to church hymns for hours on end types, and I refused to stop believing in supernatural creatures, despite her efforts to exorcize me. I had been on my own for about nine years, in a crappy little shack in the city, just outside the crack dens and the whore houses disguised as flower shops that were mysteriously never open during the day.
When I say my house was crappy, I mean it was so bad it should have been condemned by the state. If I jiggled the doorknob too hard it would come off in my hand, most of the shingles were missing from the roof, the upstairs bathroom window was made of plastic wrap, the basement had so much mold I had to board it up so nobody could get in, and the heating only worked for half an hour at a time. Everything in
Things That Piss Me OffMy cousin refers to my parents as the Incredible Hulks. They will get blazing mad over the simplest things. I have literally seen them flip out over dropping something that never even broke when it hit the floor. They just aren’t very patient people, but they aren’t abusive, so I just tend to go to my room and wait for the storm to blow over when one of them gets like that.
I do not have as short a fuse. It honestly takes a lot to make me very angry. When I say “a lot,” I meant you have to just keep doing something that upsets me over and over until I am positive that I will never get you to accept my viewpoint, and either of us has any idea where to go from there. That being said, there are a few things that piss me off right from the get go, but I still try my best to remain civil until you try to force your ideas down my throat.
#1 Thing That Pisses Me Off
This issue tends to happen mainly through technology. I am normally texting, messaging or someone direct
Let in the Shadow Let in the Shadow
Loki opened his eyes halfway, the dazzling blue irises sparkled and his thin, pink lips parted just enough to reveal snow white teeth. A soft hum rose from his chest and his heart beat increased when he saw Tony above him like a guardian angel. The scientist's face was only inches away; close enough for Loki to catch the unmistakable scent of what he had come to know as Scotch.
"When you're alone silence is all you know."
A few months prior to this particular night, SHIELD had chosen Bruce Banner as Loki's personal therapist. Originally they had planned to imprison Loki when Thor came back to Earth with him. It took some doing and a great deal of patience, but in time Thor had been able to convince Fury that Loki was merely a lost soul who needed guidance and someone to talk to. Bruce had been able to crack through Loki's rough facade, but he could not seem to dig to the heart of the issue.
"When you're alone, silence is all you see."
Creepypasta x Reader - Lightsaber PillowsFinger tapping the mouse, you looked at a certain pillow before clicking the back button. You didn't bother to look up as the door opened and slammed shut, the sound of two obnoxious, but familiar laughs echoing the large mansion. Rolling your eyes, a small smile played at your lips while you continued to look at Ebay's generic web design. You felt a weight lean down on the recliner that you were sitting in as you looked up to see BEN and Jeff, both staring at your computer screen.
"Hey." BEN blinked, looking back down at you with cherry red pupils.
"Why are looking at... Star Wars Pillows?" He squinted back up at the words displayed in the search box.
"Whatsup (Name)? Not much BEN, thanks for asking!" You had a fake conversation with yourself as BEN rolled his eyes an stood up, thumping you on the head with his fingers.
"But seriously (Nickname), why are looking for new pillows?" Jeff asked, raising a non-existent eyebrow while brushing a strand of singed hair out of his face.
Fur (Remus LupinXReader)
Thanks to Snape still making Remus the wolfsbane potion he was able to transform in Grimmauld Place locked in the room you both shared. This night he forgot it was the full moon thinking it was tomorrow but thankfully had still taken the potion so he'd keep his mind. You were with Sirius, Molly, Arthur, the twins, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry downstairs when you all heard Remus scream as he transformed.
"Wasnt he in the shower?" Sirius asked.
"This is gonna be good" You nodded as a howl sounded next.
"How is that good?!" Arthur hissed a bit scared.
"Just wait" Sirius replied. A few moments later you all heard the sound of claws scraping against the wooden floor before Remus stalked into the room dripping wet but in control.
"Dont you dare Remus John Lupin!" You warned. Sirius was about to hold up his newspaper to cover his face but it was to late. Remus shook his body sending water everywhere.
"Bad Remus! Oh my Godric" You started before you and Sirius broke down laughing. Remus just
18 | Modern!Levi x Reader |
18, crazy, pulled up in your daddy's car.
Your right hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white from the tight hold. Your fingers shook from excitement while your eyes were locked onto the road, a grin plastered on your face. If your smile was any wider, your skin would probably crack. Your left hand was rested onto the side window, holding a cigarette. You knew that smoking was far from good from you. You knew all too well. But why did you start? Maybe because it made you feel alive? Free? Maybe. It wasn't just smoking that made you feel free, but the fact that this wasn't even your car. You had to plead and beg your father to drive it every single time you wanted to go out. But maybe, just maybe, this would be the last time you drove his car- and started driving Levi's.
Forbidden Love (Lucius MalfoyXReader) part 3During your time spent with Lucius in the library you grew more and more fond of him and learned a lot about who he really was. You didn't tell James, Sirius, Peter or Remus about your study sessions for fear of getting told off again. Currently you were in your third year late to your first charms class. You ran by a few first years and burst into your charms class making everyone look at you.
"Why are you late Miss Potter?" The teacher sighed annoyed.
"Someone *coughJamescough* hid my wand sir I had to get revenge" You replied.
"Take a seat you'll be there for the rest of the year" The teacher said with a roll of his eyes. You saw a few seats available and was happy there was one beside Lucius who deep deep deep deep deep deep deep down wanted you to sit beside him. Shrugging you went over and sat beside Lucius who remained emotionless. Lily and Marlene started whispering to eachother while glancing at you wondering why you were sitting beside the Slytherin.
"How was your Summe
Forbidden love (Lucius MalfoyXReader) part 4It's been a year and you and Remus were still dating and going strong. He stayed over in your house for two weeks during the summer along with Sirius who was close to being disowned by his parents. Lucius was still in a pissy mood and you still hadn't figured out why but you caught him glaring at Remus a few times again. After you settled back into Hogwarts for your fourth year you became close with Lily and Marlene who never brought up why you chose to sit beside Lucius in charms which you did again this year. So far the year was going well until Christmas came. You were walking to the library to catch up on your homework when you passed Regulus.
"You going to the library?" He asked making you stop.
"Yeah" You nodded.
"Watch out for Lucius he threw a bitch fit not 5 minutes ago" Regulus warned.
"Why?" You asked confused.
"No idea just started throwing books around" Regulus shrugged before he left back to the dungeons. You watched him go before continuing to the library. When you
Thunder Buddies (SteveXReader) OneShot(F/N) (L/N) hated thunder. You could even say she despised it. In her world nothing was worse than the noise. All the crashing and booms, as she put it. It irritated her to Oblivion and back. And today was one of those days were it was raining, lightning as striking everywhere, and worse of all there was lots and lots of thunder.
And because of this (F/N) refused to go outside. Most of the day had passed by with her watching movies in her bed, and stuffing her face with cake. Steve had gone out to the store to pick up some more milk leaving (F/N) at home with no supervision. This is never a good idea…
“Fuck you thunder! You can suck my dick!” this was the first thing Steve had heard when he walked inside his small apartment. ‘Not again’ he thought. After putting his groceries away he walked into the small bedroom the two shared. Then he was met with a puzzling sight.
(F/N) was hidden under a pile of pillows and blankets on top of their bed, cursing Thor fo
FUCK YEAH (Drunk!Rick GrimesXDrunk!Reader)
There were some moments you loved your brothers but being stuck in a car with Rick for 5 hours because they didnt want to be was not one of those moments. It had only been 10 minutes and already you were literally banging your head off the window out of boredom and thinking of ways to murder Daryl and Merle and make it look like Glenn did it.
"Will you stop banging your head off the window it's annoying!" Rick snapped after another 5 minutes.
"But I'm bored! I don't think I can go 5 hours sitting in a car with you in awkward silence!" You whined.
"If this is you bored I'd hate to see Merle" Rick shivered at the thought.
"He almost stabbed a farmer" You said shaking your head at the memory.
"Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick......" You started.
"What?!?" Rick said looking at you.
"You have a nice beard" You said reaching your hand over before petting his cheek.
"...................." Rick just stared at you before leaning away from your touch turning his eyes back to the ro
When you got back to the Bunker after a successful Vamp hunt you were looking forward to a good sleep and good food. But when you got in you saw smoke coming from the kitchen. Quickly you ran over and ran into the kitchen only to see Gabriel standing there covered in cake and frosting.
"Gabriel?! What the hell?!" You demanded running in before turning on the fan to get rid of the smoke.
"Uggh......surprise?" Gabriel laughed nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"What?" You asked after the smoke cleared.
"Well I tried to make a cake since your always saying I use my power to much and it well......blew up" Gabriel explained looking to the oven.
"Gabriel sweetie as nice as that is never go never the oven again and please fix it before Sam and his royal highness gets back or they'll both throw bitch fits" You patted his shoulder looking at the remains of the cake he tried to make.
"Darling for once I won't argue with you" Gabriel nodded snapping his fingers making the kitchen go back to
You sat on a container with medical supplies inside as Bones cataloged a creature that looked like a mix between a dog and lizard with a unicorn horn and fangs, with a bored expression on your face. "Are you done yet?" you asked in a clipped tone.
"I woulda been done a half hour ago if my assistant was actually, oh I don't know, assistin' me." Bones replied with a roll of his eyes as he smirked to himself.
"1. I'm not your assistant and 2.You should speak with your accent more often. It's sexy." you told him with a grin.
Bones looked at you with a raised eyebrow and replied, "From now on I'll be sure not to use my accent around you, then." He turned back to the creature and tried to figure out what species it was.
You pouted for a moment then looked at the creature. "How long until that sedative you gave it wears off?"
"You're not scared of it, (y
SpecialShe ran across the dining hall with a mischievious grin on her face and a laugh in her throat.
He bolted from out of nowhere and screamed as she chased after him.
Up and down the stairs they flew, screaming and laughing like lunatics.
She caught him by the back of his trousers and he snapped back as though he were caught in a clothesline.
She laughed wildly as he fell to the floor and disolved into giggles.
She fell upon him and lifted his shirt.
She blew berries on his belly until he laughed so hard he cried.
She was crying as well because she had never laughed so hard in all her life.
There was something about the time she spent with him that helped her remember childhood.
Something about him was very special.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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