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Hetalia- Obsessed when...You know you're obsessed with Hetalia when…

[] When you wonder why the polar bear at the zoo isn't talking to you

[] When your teacher questions you when you constantly squeal during History class

[] When you scream "Happy Birthday Alfred" and/or "Take that Arthur" on the Fourth of July in a large crowd of people and are proud when they give you the WTF look

[] When you know what Sealand is and people find you weird for telling them he's a little kid in a blue sailor suit that was for sale on eBay

[] When you laugh if a country's "vital regions" are discussed in the news/media

[] When you question why only a few countrieHetalia- Obsessed when...4 years ago in Humor

I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -inteI hate --2 years ago in Emotional

The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:

Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:

[Air:]
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control

Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature

[Water:]
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind

By pushing and pulThe Avatar State11 months ago in Free Verse

This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,

This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.

This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,

This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!

This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,

This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.

This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,

This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!

This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,

This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!

This is a song for all the people, thaThis is a Song10 months ago in Free Verse

"LOVELY DAY OUT! Isn't it...?"

It certainly was a miraculous day, very much so, at least to my eyes. The clouds had left their foggy posts, at least for the most part, and the moonlight shone through beautifully, tinting the blood and cadavers on the lawn in the neon shades of green and pink. Tavros, my beautiful Tavros, remained silent at my side, a heavy weight on my side. Had he always been this heavy? I'd missed so much, it seemed, since his escape. NO! NO, IT WASN'T AN ESCAPE, I NEVER HELD HIM AGAINST HIS WILL, HE LEFT, HE ONLY LEFT, THAT'S WHAT IT WAS. HE LEFT AND LOST HIS WAY, SAID HE'D BE BACK AND JUST MISPLACED HIMSELF. BUT NOW HE'SThE dReAmS2 years ago in Short Stories

Scootaloo's Stolen Heart

Scootaloo's Stolen Heart
PG

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"That's all for today, everypony! Class dismissed!" said Cheerilee, well...cheerily! The students began to put away their belongings and head for the exit, creating a slow funnel towards the door.

Near the back of the class, Apple Bloom poked Scootaloo with a hoof. "Hey, Scoot, are ya comin' by the clubhouse today?"

Scootaloo blinked a couple times as she put a book away in her desk, then turned to face her friends. "O' course I am. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well," began Sweetie Belle, putting a forehoof to her own mouth as she stood withScootaloo's Stolen Heart2 years ago in Short Stories

How to be an artistBeing an artist is not so simple
Nor is it a gift to those who are faithful.
It is the easiest thing in the world to do
But also the hardest by far to have a breakthrough.

It starts with a thing that some call will.
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
You'll hear them say.
Follow it down a path, don't let it go astray.

Passion is next, but not to be confused.
A mixture of love and anger, that only you can transfuse.
Kept tight in a bottle till the time is right
Then let it explode! Giving new insight.

If by now you've decided, then you'll need some tools.
Canvas, paper, film, get whatever you can use.
Media on which yoHow to be an artist1 year ago in Free Verse

Saints of San AxolotlEcho birds are as common as muck, and about the same color. They’re found only in San Axolotl, where they scurry along the paving stones and under the tables of the street cafes, through trash-clogged back alleys and down the walks of rooftop gardens, looking for scraps and seeds. Once you leave the city, though, the echo bird population tapers off within five miles, and the only specimens anywhere else in the world have glass eyes and are wired to their perches.

Echo birds are not mimics. There are all kinds of mimics in the bird kingdom, from the pygmy mynah to the rare and savage Cassowary Macaw, whose repertoire generally consists oSaints of San Axolotl4 years ago in Fantasy

50 love icons1.Your boy friend breaking up with you and saying you can still be friends is like your dog dying and your mom saying you can still keep it.
2.Forgetting your first love is like remembering someone you've never met
3.Someone can walk into your life and it's not till they walk out that you realize they were even there
4.I love you.I hate you, it's like i want to throw you off a cliff and then catch you at the bottom
5.Let;s show them all that he can make fairy tales come true
6.If I had wishes, I'd waste them all on you
7.Love is just an excuse to get hurt
8.Everybody needs to spill their heart out to somebody, I just can't believe I ch50 love icons4 years ago in Free Verse

Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:

Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?

Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'

For thDependent on the White Pill11 months ago in Free Verse

Red Moon
Three Part One Shot

PART ONE

Screams ring throughout the air, piercing it like a million little needles each sharper than any knife, any sword that could be crafted by man. It surrounds me, not like a blanket or a warm embrace but how my own blood may. Everywhere. No matter how hard I try, how badly I pray, no matter how loud my voice rises into the abyss it does not go away. It worsens.

"Stop!" I shriek, my hands gripping for something, anything that may ease this pain, or at least brace me, "Stop this now!"

I feel his soft breath at my ear as a hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear, "Please, just bear with it a little lRed Moon1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

the beautiful edge of ugly -co"you know, we are made of ugly things."

"yes, but have you not heard? ugly is the new beautiful. like the way you always seem to pry at my thoughts and know what i'm thinking; the way you make me talk when i really don't feel like parting my lips and lying to you. it's just like the cyanide and razor blades i keep in my medicine cabinet, waiting for the day when i master the definition of defeat."

"then we are the most beautiful thing in the world, because we are spending our days chewing on gunpowder and wilted roses. i spent ten minutes this morning carving your name on the inside of my thigh; somehow, replicating that pain makes me thinkthe beautiful edge of ugly -co3 years ago in Free Verse

Lesbian + Gay Book List

-Lesbian Literature-

- Fingersmith - Sarah Waters
- Affinity - Sarah Waters
- Tipping the Velvet - Sarah Waters
- Keeping you a secret - Julie Ann Peters
- RAGE: A love story - Julie Ann Peters
- Sugar Rush - Julie Burchill
- The Lacquered box - Helen Shacklady
- Spudnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami
- Finding H.F. - Julia Watts
- Hearts and Flowers Border
- Girl Walking Backwards - Bett Williams
- Oranges aren't the only fruit - Jeanette Winterson
- Gold - Dan Rhodes
- Nightwood - Djuna Barnes
- The year of freaking out - Sarah Walkers
- The Teahouse Fires - Ellis Avery
- Ruby fruit jungle - Rita Mae Brown
- Tommorow Wendy: A love story - ShLesbian + Gay Book List3 years ago in Reviews & Guides

Wings of DespairWings of Despair:

A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...

It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....

From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter stringWings of Despair1 year ago in Free Verse

From what seems from an infinite abyss they fall, small glass crystals too thin to be real stones but too beautiful to be imaginary float down from the sky littering the city with their brilliance. In the night their white gleams from the street lights, sparkling and twinkling like somehow the night sky above was able to shed their stars and send them to earth just for those who inhabit it. All around people bustle about hurried with their own lives filled with cause and effect. Mothers hold onto their children's hands, children whine for their desires in toy shops. I've seen it before, done it before. Nothing is new.

Tilting my head upward Promise Me1 year ago in Short Stories

Sweetie Belle's Love Song

Sweetie Belle's Love Song
PG

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"Raaarityyy!" yelled Sweetie Belle as she opened the door to the Carousel Boutique and charged inside. "Big Sis! I need your help!"

The elder unicorn sister gritted her teeth as the sudden interruption caused her hooves to slip, messing up the stitching on a piece of fabric. Closing her eyes, Rarity sighed, taking her foot off the pedal of the sewing machine and letting go of the fabric. She inhaled deeply, then turned to face Sweetie Belle, wearing her sewing glasses, a tape measure around her neck. "Sweetie, what have I told you Sweetie Belle's Love Song2 years ago in Short Stories

Official Wolfaboo Definition

Wolf·a·boo [wolf-uh-boo] (n.)

1. Derived from the term Weeaboo (referring to a person overly obsessed with japan.) A Wolfaboo: "A person overly obsessed with wolves; one who equates a human life to that of a wolf; someone who defends and or glorifies wolves killing humans; Deems a wolf's live superior to a humans. Often misspelling the plural of wolf as 'wolfs'; Often, will make up lies and propaganda to defend wolves; most of the lies do not hold true when put to actual research."

see: Ignorant, Stubborn, Brainwashed, Liar, Foolish

definition by DonutPieOfficial Wolfaboo Definition3 years ago in Reviews & Guides

Who am I?                      "I am me.."

               Who ever that may be.

                           Made by a world,

                Not easily understood.

          Who am I?1 year ago in Free Verse

Icons And Names On Deviant Art

^_^ Here's a question I get asked A LOT ^_^

How To Put An Icon In One's Signature/Journal/Posts/Ect.
By Jaganshi Hiei
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:icon name of the persons account:
^_^ Without the spaces, so it'd be
:icon yaoilovers: for us =) And it'd appear like :iconyaoilovers: when you take the spaces out!

^_^ To just put the NAME instead of it coming up as [link] or however it does after you finish typing the URL (Thats the link, for those who don't know), you simply replace the word "icon" with "dev"
so it'd look like this when you type it (take out the spaces to make it appear like this) :devyaoilovIcons And Names On Deviant Art10 years ago in General Fiction

elbows + knees

this is an epiphany,
my epiphany of
insurrection
of a faster face
of dirty glass glances

& scattered debris.

i want
for my kind
to be the kind
the languished kind
unkindled
alt
laughable
kind

burnt & surrendered

indistinguishable
et untrainable

kind.

the kind it takes to crush
sand to glass,
the heat
oh the heat

& the cold--

it'll cool
settle
entropize
polarize
&

instinctualize

the dead sufficed
insufflated
kind

the kind that burns on contact
and blows crisply away.

i want to know more than this.

the kind
of scrapes i've got
from cat clawing
from picking locks
from

crawling

elbows & knees,
too manelbows + knees5 years ago in Free Verse

A Wolf's Lullaby

Looking through my opened window
Unable to sleep at all
I hear a wolf's cry
Full of sadness and pain
At the sound of it I start to cry

Running into the forest with only my pjs
I follow the trails of wolves
Looking for wounded soul that cried

Finding the wounded animal
Knowing it's about to die
I get on my knees and craddle it's head
Singing a wolf's lullaby

Several years later unable to sleep again
I hear the sound of wolves crying
Full of happiness and rejoice
I fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullabyA Wolf's Lullaby8 years ago in Free Verse

Can I Crawl Into Bed With You?

A sniffle in the darkness. Still wide awake, partially illuminated by the street lights of Manhattan, Tavros waited a beat before glancing at the other bed in the dorm. Gamzee was shaking softly, his face buried in his hands, turned towards Tavros.

Crying.
Gamzee was crying.

Swallowing thickly, Tavros shifted under his blankets, the soft brushing of cloth much louder than anticipated in the still room. Gamzee's body instantly stilled. "You're still awake?" he breathed, muffled against his hands. Sitting up slowly, the older boy nodded and rested back against his arms, shivering for the chilly air in the room. "What are you doing, um, b-beiCan I Crawl Into Bed With You?2 years ago in Short Stories

Red Moon Part II

Red Moon
Three Part One Shot

PART TWO

All my life I've been surrounded by the impossible. My parents were murdered, my home burned and I was taken from any hope of regaining my life back. But in that darkness, being on that cold pedestal of 'glory' as they called it, I cried for a way out. Any way out, any thread to clutch and climb. That thread, was my butler, my demon, Sebastian Michaelis.

I can remember the day perfectly, too well if you ask me. The cold smell of the dank ritual room can filter through my nose at any time, the dried blood permanently scared into the stone table, the screams of the deceased engraved in each left mark fRed Moon Part II1 year ago in Short Stories

Curious AngelCastiel had overheard Dean and Sam talking about slash, but he had no idea what it really meant. He'd wanted to ask about it, but never had the occasion. So he'd waited.

An now, on one of those quiet nights in a motel room, Sam doing research, Dean drinking a beer, reading the newspaper for a hunt.

"Dean." Castiel said cautiously.

"Yeah, Cas?" Dean asked distractedly.

"What is…'slash'?" he asked, cocking his head. Unfortunately for Dean, he'd had a mouth full of beer in his mouth, and he ended up choking to stop it from coming out of his mouth. Sam's mouth just dropped.

"You're kidding. You don't want to know." Dean said, wiping driCurious Angel3 years ago in Profiles

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