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just a davejohn fic Your name is John Egbert.
You see Dave walk in the room.
You love the way your heart feels when you see him.
He makes you blush like a little girl.
Of course, you could never tell him that.
eB: hi dave.
tG: sup egbert.
It's funny how those simp
wherever you go.Wherever you go,
Whatever you decide to do with your life.
I don't care what.
I'll always, always be here for you.
Athiest Here.You think I'm crazy
Because I don't clasp my hands together each night
And talk to the air about my problems
And forgiveness for doing wrong.
I'm the crazy one?
You think I'm going to be tortured eternally
Because I don't believe in a talking snake
That tricked a naked woman into eating an apple
Or that a God impregnated a virgin woman.
You think I'm completely nonsensical
Because I don't think it's rational that a God of love
Would sentence people to be punished eternally
For having sex, being gay, or any other so-called "sins".
Care to explain?
You think I'm terrible
Because I was baptized and raised as a Christian
And I wasn't scared to come to my senses that God isn't real
Yet I go through the struggle of ignorant people trying to convert me.
I'm terrible now?
Don't tell me God is real.
Don't tell me I'm going to Hell.
Don't tell me Jesus died for me.
Don't tell me the Devil has claimed my bones.
Chances are, I won't listen to a word.
Drags me down
Don't pretend I'm here
'Cuz I'm n o t .
Lifts me up beyond the heavens
I'll pretend you're here
But you're n o t .
I know you're not here
Don't play this game with me
Let's throw a slumber party
In the n i g h t .
Glamour Lollipop: New YearGlamour Lollipop : New Year
"I miss you." said the small voice in my ear. My heart was pounding so fast that it would send anyone else into cardiac arrest. I gripped the phone tightly so it wouldn't slip out of my sweaty palm. My heart felt heavy with emotion as Scorp's voice echoed through the phone. I couldn't believe I wouldn't be able to see him today, it being New Year's Eve. We had so much we were going to do... we were going to have so much fun. I was going to be with him.
"I miss you, too." I choked back a tear. I can't, I thought to myself. I can't cry. Not now.
"I'll be back as soon as I'm let out. I promise you. I'm upset that the modeling agency is keeping me over winter break, too. But you have to have New Year's Eve without me. I promise I'll be thinking about you the whole time." Scorp said in that voice that made me feel like I was going to throw up from sadness.
"I will be, too." I said, letting tears flow swiftly down my face, my eyeliner s
Why Not?In the end, we're all just people.
So, why not love me?
Are you scared of being in love?
Or... are you just scared of being in love with me?
Or in love with a girl in general?
What's the issue?
In the end, we're all just people.
So, why not love me?
Are you scared of what people will say?
We're all just people with hearts and souls and bodies.
What should it matter if people start talking about you?
What's the problem?
I'm sorry if you can't see the world the way I do.
Maybe you're just as closed-minded as the people who don't like people for what they are.
Dead InsideEvery day I wear the same mask.
They think I'm just a happy, fun individual with a dirty mind.
I wake up to the same pink bedroom every morning.
Why call it waking up? I wasn't sleeping in the first place.
I just think all night long, writing and drawing and reading.
My biggest fear is that they'll find my writing book.
If I took off that mask during the day,
I'd be shipped off to the asylum, for sure.
There I would be safe, they would say to me.
What? Safe from what?
Safe from myself? What more harm can I do?
I can't die if I'm already dead inside.
Complete Bio - ReviPhysical
Full Name: Richie Loveless
Pronunciation of their name: [Rich-hie Love-Less]
Meaning of their full name: Richie (Richard) - Powerful, Rich Leader; Loveless - Free from Love.
Why did their parents name them this?: They figured Richie would become a very strong, independent man when he was older, much like his father, Solarin, who ended up in love anyways.
Nickname(s): Revi (Also written as Revy) or Rev
Why they have that as a nickname: When he was a child, he was fascinated with race cars, so his best friend Maryposa nicknamed him Revy when he was five. Though he grew out of the phase, he kept the nickname.
Do they like their nicknames?: Of course, that's why he kept it.
Realm/Universe(Real world, an anime verse, etc.): Kind of a mix between Anime and Real Life.
Age(and how old they look): 17, looks older, around 21.
Birth date: September 2nd, 1993
Orientation/Sexual preference: Bisexual
Why this sexual choice?: Was straight be
OC Meme- REVI1. Name: Richie "Revi" Loveless
2. Age: 17, subject to change! x3
3. Gender: Male
4. How tall is he? 5'9
5. Describe their eyes: Blue, with a gold ring around the pupil, large enough so you can see it (:
6. Sexuality: Bisexual, because all my OC's are (except Maryposa)
7. Race/Species: Well, on Subeta.org he's a robot but everywhere else he's human.
8. Siblings?: His best friends lol not technically siblings though, Declan and Maryposa.
9. Lover(s)?: Scorp (: [My other OC, Jake Scorpious!]
10. Any talents or abilities, even if these are included in your canon (i.e. they can fly, but they live with angels, so everyone can fly)?: Urm. He's smart and he's really fast and he likes to play football and he hates swimming and... wow, now I'm off-topic.
11. Any talents and abilities that are unusual in their canon (i.e. a psychic human in real life)?: Nooo
12. What's their religion/belief system? WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME THINK ABOUT THIS. Not religious?
13. Have you ever renamed, redesi
TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
The Writer's BlockIt kills me. It’s always there. When I eat. When I sleep. But, most of all, when I sit there in my stupid black chair. I stare at my screen. The typing program opened. But, there are no words. It’s just the white screen. That ominous, blank screen that just screams at me. But, is it the screen really screaming? Or is the thing that kills me the most?
It screams wretched things. Horrid things. “You have no inspiration! I stole that from you! You don’t deserve to have such a wonderful state of mind!” It makes me cry and beg for it to stop. To plead for it to just give me back what is rightfully mine. To let me take back my creativity and inspiration.
I turn to things that just dull my mind even more. Television. YouTube. Anything to just wipe out the thing’s screams. Just to make me forget that it even exists, let alone torments me. Grinds my nerves and conscious to the bone.
But, I don’t let it hurt. The screams. The wretched things it sa
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
Twiddling My ThumbsSometimes just sitting and people watching can be a source of some of the greatest entertainment. I always find my eyes and ears wandering when I'm in public, waiting for some interesting tidbit to float over to me. Most of the time it is just nothing nonsense. But...occasionally someone lets something big slip in the public eye. This is particularly true of restaurants and grocery stores.
I was meandering around at my favorite fast food place, Braum's (There are two Braum's in my town, this particular event occurred at my favorite of the two, the one my friend, Brandon, manages. I really can't stand the other one.), when I happened upon a conversation of two young lovers. They were chatting about where to go next. See, apparently they fled home because neither of their parents wanted them to be dating each other and probably for good reason. Regardless, they had come quite a ways. somewhere in the range of 300 miles in an old beater, working odd jobs along the way to supply the car wi
Hundred Memories #3: FootstepsJuly 15, 2014; 11:30 PM
I couldn’t help but laugh as I read the lines of text appearing on the screen, clutching at my sides out of habit. It wasn’t that the message itself was amusing in any way, but that the scenario in itself was. Quickly typing out a response and wrapping my sweatshirt tighter around myself, I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps smile isn’t quite the correct description – it was more an upward quirk of the lips. The laughter, the smile. It wasn’t that it was funny. Just that I didn’t know how else to react.
In moments like that, I always tended to reflect on what, exactly, ‘normal’ is. Surely it isn’t anything within the confines of that concept, two fourteen-year-olds discussing death? Rationally discussing the idea of death, of dying, of – of being alright with our own deaths? Again a chuckle slipped past my lips, met with only the darkened silence of my bedro
RUSSIA ON OMEGLE. HELLYEAH.You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: 18 m u
You: Become one with mother Russia, da?~
Stranger: do i get free vodka
You: Kolkolkolkol... soon the world will be one with Mother Russia da~
Stranger: do i get access to ur fine women
You: Oh yes da~
Stranger: tht sounds very tempting
Stranger: but im sorry
Stranger: america, fuck yeah
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: Become one with Mother Russia, da?
Stranger: In soviet russia MUDKIPZ LIEKZ YOU!
Stranger: Bruski bruski eh?
Stranger: you like the vodki?
You: You like the vodka da?~
Stranger: Who doesn't eh? h
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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