((yeah I know, why the hell would you write this couple? XD Well its because my internet twin, the Russia an RP forum I'm on, loves this pairing, and truthfully I do too XD))
"There is no way in hell I am going on a date with that-that thing!" Romano spat, glaring at his little brother from across the dinner table. They'd just finished eating their dinner of pasta and tomatoes.
"Why not big-a brother?" Italy asked. "You're so lonely! I bet that's why you're so cranky all the time!" Italy said. He was trying to sound serious, but his silly Italian accent made it hard for anyone, even his own brother, to take him seriously.
"Because Russi
I ate Big Ben and I liked It by lolitaloverr, literature
Literature
I ate Big Ben and I liked It
((God I really need to explain this....okay so I was on this roleplay site I'm on (its the best one out there, check it out in the description!) and....well...in the chatbox all the countries turned into animals, and England was a mouse, and America, (me) was a eagle who was trying to eat Iggy. He started on his hands but eventually got to Big Ben. So I started singing "I ate Big Ben and I liked it" and then proceeded to write a whole freakin parody of it. Why? Cuz I have no life. So yeah, his is told from America's prespective. btw, I was laughing SO loud the netire time I was writing this.))
This was never the way I planned, not my intenti
"Italy. Wake up." Germany said, poking the Italian head asleep on his lap.
"Uh? Wha?" Italy asked, opening his eyes and sitting up. He yawned and stretched before looking around the room and remembering where he was.
They were sitting in the living room in Germany's house on a brown couch. Italy had decorated the house with all kinds of streamers and balloons and Japan had catered the "party". Across the door Italy had put up a banner that said "Happy New Year!" in gold letters. Germany had invited them over just for a little get together, but of course Italy had decided to make it into a party complete with decorations and some annoy
Every day I look up,
And I see birds flying in the sky,
Beautiful,
Graceful,
And oh so free,
How I wish I was one of you,
If just for a day.
I'd lift up,
Fluttering my new-found wings,
And leave all my worries on the ground.
I'd fly, high above the city,
See all the people bustling underneath,
And know I had nowhere to go,
No rush to be anywhere.
I'd land at the park,
Eat the breadcrumbs tourists throw at me
And then I'd fly again,
Fly until the moon was above me,
Then I'd sleep up in a tree
Or perhaps in a hollow tree trunk
Or maybe a birdhouse.
If I wanted, I could sleep a different place every night,
Because I woul
I can't seem to leave this town.
The memory of you keeps me here.
It's like a chain, holding me down here.
It pulls me back when I try to leave.
When I get too far, it painfully snaps me back.
Each memory only makes that chain stronger.
Just when I think it's starting to weaken,
I see the picture of you next to my bed,
And it only gets stronger again.
Not only that, but I still see you everywhere.
I go to our favorite coffee shop,
And there you are, sitting in your favorite green chair next to the window.
I go to the bookstore you owned,
And there you are, helping someone pick out a book.
I walk downstairs into the kitchen,
An
Dear "daddy",
Well, todays Father's Day.
So I guess I should write you a letter and thank you for all the things you've done for me.
Thanks for showing me how strong I could be.
Thanks for showing me how to be a bad parent.
Thanks for letting me know that I can never trust you.
Thanks for making me more motivated to accomplish my goals.
Thanks for ensuring that I'll never go into drugs or alcohol.
Thanks for being a horrible, abusive, drug and alcohol addicted father.
Because it made me who I am today.
It made a strong, beautiful girl with a job and husband she loves.
I almost forgot:guess what!
I'm pregn
When you've been invisible as long as I have, you start to wonder.
Am I really here?
Can anyone see me?
Is my voice at a pitch so high only dogs can hear it?
Will my cries forever go unheard?
And then something happens.
Something that makes you realize: yes, you are hear.
That something is: bullies.
They push you in the hallway, and you realize yes, I am here.
They make fun of your looks, and you realize, yes, people can me.
They mock your voice, and you realize no, humans can hear me.
They see you crying after school and taunt you for it, and you realize, no, they can hear my cries.
That's when you start to think that maybe no
"Is she the one?" Those words were the first thing I heard. They were spoken in a mans voice with a thick British accent.
"Yes." A female voice replied in a tired voice. She had an Indian accent.
"Are you sure?" The male voice spoke again.
"Absolutely."
"How can we be sure?"
"She survived Daemon's monsters."
"Did she use any of her powers?"
"Without any help."
There was a moment of silence, and then the male voice asked "Was she alone?"
"No. Brian was with her."
"Where is he?"
"He ran off, sir" the female's voice suddenly sounded angry.
"Don't you just love the holidays, Sam?" I can still hear Annie asking me every time a holiday rolls around, though I can hear it most clearly during Christmas, when I put up the Christmas tree. I put the tree up in her memory, I'm not a Christian, nor have I ever been. They don't like me, just because I'm bi-sexual. Annie was Christian though, so I put up the tree with her every year. To this day, I still do. The memories hit me like a train as soon as I put the star on top of the tree. It never fails.
"Sam, where are you going?" Annie said, pouting, when she saw that I was about to walk out the door.
"I'm going' to the store.
((yeah I know, why the hell would you write this couple? XD Well its because my internet twin, the Russia an RP forum I'm on, loves this pairing, and truthfully I do too XD))
"There is no way in hell I am going on a date with that-that thing!" Romano spat, glaring at his little brother from across the dinner table. They'd just finished eating their dinner of pasta and tomatoes.
"Why not big-a brother?" Italy asked. "You're so lonely! I bet that's why you're so cranky all the time!" Italy said. He was trying to sound serious, but his silly Italian accent made it hard for anyone, even his own brother, to take him seriously.
"Because Russi
I ate Big Ben and I liked It by lolitaloverr, literature
Literature
I ate Big Ben and I liked It
((God I really need to explain this....okay so I was on this roleplay site I'm on (its the best one out there, check it out in the description!) and....well...in the chatbox all the countries turned into animals, and England was a mouse, and America, (me) was a eagle who was trying to eat Iggy. He started on his hands but eventually got to Big Ben. So I started singing "I ate Big Ben and I liked it" and then proceeded to write a whole freakin parody of it. Why? Cuz I have no life. So yeah, his is told from America's prespective. btw, I was laughing SO loud the netire time I was writing this.))
This was never the way I planned, not my intenti
"Italy. Wake up." Germany said, poking the Italian head asleep on his lap.
"Uh? Wha?" Italy asked, opening his eyes and sitting up. He yawned and stretched before looking around the room and remembering where he was.
They were sitting in the living room in Germany's house on a brown couch. Italy had decorated the house with all kinds of streamers and balloons and Japan had catered the "party". Across the door Italy had put up a banner that said "Happy New Year!" in gold letters. Germany had invited them over just for a little get together, but of course Italy had decided to make it into a party complete with decorations and some annoy
Every day I look up,
And I see birds flying in the sky,
Beautiful,
Graceful,
And oh so free,
How I wish I was one of you,
If just for a day.
I'd lift up,
Fluttering my new-found wings,
And leave all my worries on the ground.
I'd fly, high above the city,
See all the people bustling underneath,
And know I had nowhere to go,
No rush to be anywhere.
I'd land at the park,
Eat the breadcrumbs tourists throw at me
And then I'd fly again,
Fly until the moon was above me,
Then I'd sleep up in a tree
Or perhaps in a hollow tree trunk
Or maybe a birdhouse.
If I wanted, I could sleep a different place every night,
Because I woul
I can't seem to leave this town.
The memory of you keeps me here.
It's like a chain, holding me down here.
It pulls me back when I try to leave.
When I get too far, it painfully snaps me back.
Each memory only makes that chain stronger.
Just when I think it's starting to weaken,
I see the picture of you next to my bed,
And it only gets stronger again.
Not only that, but I still see you everywhere.
I go to our favorite coffee shop,
And there you are, sitting in your favorite green chair next to the window.
I go to the bookstore you owned,
And there you are, helping someone pick out a book.
I walk downstairs into the kitchen,
An
Dear "daddy",
Well, todays Father's Day.
So I guess I should write you a letter and thank you for all the things you've done for me.
Thanks for showing me how strong I could be.
Thanks for showing me how to be a bad parent.
Thanks for letting me know that I can never trust you.
Thanks for making me more motivated to accomplish my goals.
Thanks for ensuring that I'll never go into drugs or alcohol.
Thanks for being a horrible, abusive, drug and alcohol addicted father.
Because it made me who I am today.
It made a strong, beautiful girl with a job and husband she loves.
I almost forgot:guess what!
I'm pregn
When you've been invisible as long as I have, you start to wonder.
Am I really here?
Can anyone see me?
Is my voice at a pitch so high only dogs can hear it?
Will my cries forever go unheard?
And then something happens.
Something that makes you realize: yes, you are hear.
That something is: bullies.
They push you in the hallway, and you realize yes, I am here.
They make fun of your looks, and you realize, yes, people can me.
They mock your voice, and you realize no, humans can hear me.
They see you crying after school and taunt you for it, and you realize, no, they can hear my cries.
That's when you start to think that maybe no
"Is she the one?" Those words were the first thing I heard. They were spoken in a mans voice with a thick British accent.
"Yes." A female voice replied in a tired voice. She had an Indian accent.
"Are you sure?" The male voice spoke again.
"Absolutely."
"How can we be sure?"
"She survived Daemon's monsters."
"Did she use any of her powers?"
"Without any help."
There was a moment of silence, and then the male voice asked "Was she alone?"
"No. Brian was with her."
"Where is he?"
"He ran off, sir" the female's voice suddenly sounded angry.
"Don't you just love the holidays, Sam?" I can still hear Annie asking me every time a holiday rolls around, though I can hear it most clearly during Christmas, when I put up the Christmas tree. I put the tree up in her memory, I'm not a Christian, nor have I ever been. They don't like me, just because I'm bi-sexual. Annie was Christian though, so I put up the tree with her every year. To this day, I still do. The memories hit me like a train as soon as I put the star on top of the tree. It never fails.
"Sam, where are you going?" Annie said, pouting, when she saw that I was about to walk out the door.
"I'm going' to the store.
On misunderstandings about cosplay by behindinfinity, journal
On misunderstandings about cosplay
This is a topic I've been meaning to talk about for quite a while now. I finally got the motivation to when Sarah sorairo-days (https://www.deviantart.com/sorairo-days) emailed me to share my thoughts on what cosplay means to me, and what I feel it really means to be a cosplayer despite all the misconceptions about the hobby. It's for this article on Random Nerds, in which Sarah shares her side of it as well.
Over the years, I've witnessed how cosplayers are constantly looked down upon, which makes people apprehensive towards it. It's such a shame because it's a wonderful and rewarding hobby which brings people together. And in general, I am firmly against making anyone feel ba
The Boston Massacre by puppyloverpearl, literature
Literature
The Boston Massacre
Title: The Boston Massacre, a Letter to Canada.
Summary: March 5th, 1770. One of the darkest days in American history, one that will never be forgotten to young America.
Warnings: Mild blood and violence, slight (slight, slight, slight!) historical inaccuracy, and some language.
Dear Matt,
I'm not sure if you're reading this, or whatever, but I felt like I needed to get this down on paper. As you know, me and England aren't really on the best terms right now. His visits to see me went from frequently to almost never, growing further apart each time. Not that I really minded, even though it did leave me feeling, I don't know, lonely at times.
i'm very crazy, strange, and perverted if you get to know me. i love anime and manga, and lolita has you can tell by my name. I can't really draw, except when using brushes and such, and make most of my drawings on Sumopaint where my username is Lolitalover (lolitalover was taken on here. =/) I LOVE to write and am told i'm really good at it, but have VERY low self confidence and don't think so. =) Feel free to comment on my profile, message me, etc. i love to talk and make new friends
Current Residence: my own world. =) Favourite genre of music: i like just bout everything, except most rap (eminem FTW) MP3 player of choice: iPod touch FTW! I hate the company, but i love the products! Personal Quote: "I'll take a bagel....and eat it!"
Favourite Visual Artist
YOUR MOMS CHEST HAIR
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Vocaloid
Favourite Writers
too many!
Favourite Games
The Sims and Harvest Moon
Tools of the Trade
Sumopaint, Flamepainter. and my IMAGINATION!
Other Interests
writing,anime,roleplay,yaoi,lolita,and so many other things. =)
So, just gonna say this right now, I'm barely gonna be on for the next few days/weeks/possibly months. I'll honestly just probably get on here, check WAAT messages, maybe respond to comments and shit, and then leave. I'm dealing with a lot of rl shit right now, that a few people on here know about, but I'll probably be back when/if I feel better.
Also, I'm gonna say this here (and the one who this is addressed to knows who she is), I'm sorry darling, and I love you. I'm gonna try my hardest not to text you again until you're ready. Sorry my stupid ass is such a selfish bitch.
1. Real: Alana
3. Favorite color: purple
4. Male or female: Female!
5. Nursery School: Pfft I forgot the name
6. Primary School: Not gonna say
7. High School: See above
8. College: Somewhere in Texas or PA probably
9. Hair Color: Medium-dark bown
10. Tall or Short: short 5'3" +__=
11. Joggers or Jeans: What the hell are joggers? Erm, jeans?
12. Phone or Camera: Phone. Definitely.
13. Health freak: Nope~
14. Orange or Apple: .....PFFFFT
15. Do you have a crush on someone: Heh it's a little more than a crush ;)
16. Eat or Drink: Eat
17. Piercings: Da
18. Pepsi or Coke: Ew...soda is gross
Have you ever:
19. Been in an airplane