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LyricstuckWorld spins 'round
Looks like another day
Grown up unaware
Not a care
But reaching, searching for a fate unknown
This distance, closeness that we share
Makes me wish we
Could reach through the screen
I'd feel your hands
Pressing to mine
But words are fine
Now the world's gone down
Seems there's a price to pay
So quick to be lost
In the chaos
I will try
To believe we'll fly
It's getting hard
Righting these wrongs
But I'll stand strong
Next to you
A Whisper In A HurricaneFor my soul-sister, Dana. Hang in there. I love you.
~ -:- ~
1. She's out there sailing so alone tonight
Tossing left and right
And torn away from all she planned
I watch her from the safety of my shore
Wishing all the more
That I could pull her up to land
Uncharted waters crash like tears
Her sobs are thunder in my ears
And I know there's nothing I can say
To make the storm clouds go away
Your voice alone can calm this sea of rain
Though I can't know what she's going through
Please let me be a light for You
Just a whisper of hope in her hurricane
Just a whisper in the hurricane
2. Her brokenness is all that she can see
A shipwrecked destiny
A fog that hides Your arms so near
I'm stuck here like a lighthouse on a beach
There's so much I can't reach
All I can do is just be here
And I wish I could be in her stead
In these oceans I have never tread
Even as she struggles not to drown
Your hands are lifting
And even as she cries out in the dark
Your Son is
Music Drabbles 3Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
"Undone" - FFH
Pinako cradles the broken boy in her arms and firmly hushes away another night terror, rocking back and forth as he trembles and clings to her. She feels his hot, silent tears on her shoulder, but she doesn't say a word, for fear he will swallow them back and poison himself further with his own guilt.
"I'm so selfish, Grandma," he whispers. "Sometimes, I wish me 'n Al could switch places...and it's for all the wrong reasons." He speaks through gritted teeth, voice laced with self-loathing. "My brother would give anything to feel and dream, to sleep again. But sometimes, I..." His breath hitches. "Sometimes I'd give anything not to."
"Not one more word, Ed," the old woman snaps, pressing him closer to her as grief overcomes her heart and she shuts her crinkled eyes tightly against her own tears. "No more of this," she murmurs to him in a gentler, pleading tone. "No more."
Again, he cries himself to sleep in her embra
Music Drabbles 2Fandom: Narnia
"Mirror" - BarlowGirl
For the umpteenth time that night, Susan reached into her purse for her compact mirror and peered into it with scrutinizing eyes, trying to fix what didn't need to be fixed. She wiped and dabbed and wiped again at her lipstick for several long seconds, and sighed in frustration. She just couldn't get it right.
She felt Warren's eyes on her and turned to face him, an unexpected pang in her stomach. There was no condemnation in his gaze. Only disappointment. Which was almost worse.
"I wish you'd get rid of that thing," he said. "You really don't need it."
Normally, with anyone else, she would've smiled apologetically and slipped it into her purse again to forget about it.
But this was not normal, and he was not just anyone, and she suddenly decided to do something very childish and very wise. Still clutching the mirror in her hand, she turned and ran from the cafe to the nearby river; and with all her strength, she flung the mirror away.
Music Drabbles 1Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
"Unforgivable Sinner" - Lene Marlin
Swallowing back grief, Al pushes open the door and sees the shadow of what once was his brother, sitting slumped on the floor in a sea of books and alchemic formulas and half-completed (half-hoped) human transmutation circles - maps charted to nowhere to find the missing piece of them that can no longer be found.
"Ed?" He calls his name softly, steps into the study and drops to his knees in front him, silently begging his big brother to look up, to come back him, to remember how to live.
"I never told her," says Edward, in a voice as empty as his eyes. "She waited, and waited, but I never told her and she...she never knew, and now she's gone and it's...too late to say it." A sudden, unexpected wave of pain crashes through the numbness and he chokes on tears that won't come. "She never knew I loved her."
"Brother, it's alright." Alphonse blinks back his own tears and reaches out to squeeze Ed's s
FMA? Sexist? conclusionContinued from part 3...
"Now, I want to highlight that it is not only woman Arakawa-sensei was being sexist too. Are you familiar with the Omake of an AU FMA, in which computers excited? Hohenheim introduces Edward to pornography and Edward's searches is full of dirty words? Again, another point highlighted by AveriaAlexandros. Edward is quite asexual in the manga, but he is male so he must like woman and look up nude pictures of woman online, does he not?"
Um...I read most of the manga online and only own a few volumes so far, so I haven't seen a lot of the omakes. I think the one you're talking about is in Volume 11, but it doesn't involve the internet or any AU stuff at all. It's the one that spoofs the moment where Ed meets his dad in front of Trisha's grave - he gets all mad, but just before he punches Hohenheim, Hohenheim holds up a naughty magazine and says, "Here's a souvenir for you." Consequently, Ed's "Father Respect Meter" goes from 0 to 10. Or somethi
FMA? Sexist? part 3Continued from part 2...
"This brings me onto Ling Yao and Ran Fan. As I said earlier, Ran Fan is mere servant (still cool though, I love her as much as Izumi, Olivier, Hughes and Alex) and not the royalty figure, which Ling is. I know a man (Fu) was a servant too, but that makes no difference!"
Um...why not? Why is it so horrible for Ran Fan to be a servant, but not Fu? Just because one's a girl and one's a guy? That seems like reverse-sexism to me, which isn't any better than normal sexism. Anytime someone says you CAN'T do something or choose something because you're this gender or that gender...that's sexism. If I want to be a homemaker or a cook when I grow up, then that's MY choice for ME and I won't have anyone telling me to pick a less "sexist" occupation just because I happen to fit some stereotype they don't like.
*cough* Sorry, didn't mean to rant there...I've gotten too much online crap about this in the past, that's all. Moving on!
"Ran Fan (a ninja) was t
FMA? Sexist? part 2Continued from part 1...
"I mean in chapter 84, Edward tells her to bake him as apple pie and keep it warm for him and she agrees! I mean, in reality, Edward was saying, as AveriaAlexandros puts, "Get back in the kitchen and make an apple pie for me" and Winry was responding, "Of course, I'll do something stereotypical and sexist as you're my man and must tell me what to do."
I think you completely missed the point of that scene. I encourage you to look back a few pages and reread the conversation they had. Keep that context in mind, and you'll see there's a far deeper meaning to the "apple pie" thing. When Edward said to keep an apple pie warm for him, he wasn't telling her to "get back in the kitchen". He was clearly promising her that he wouldn't give up, and that no matter what, hope would prevail and he would come home to her in one piece. Likewise, Winry didn't agree because he was "her man telling her what to do". It was her way of saying, "Alright. I'm trus
FMA? Sexist? part 1DISCLAIMER: This is my own response to NaokoElric's rant about sexism in FMA. I've done my best to keep my responses honest, friendly, clear, concise and backed up with evidence. Please know that I do not expect you to conform to my own beliefs (about FMA or anything else) or to agree with everything I say, that I respect your opinions, that I respect you as a real person and not just another faceless web-surfer, and that nothing I say is meant in spite or as an attack against you. Rest assured that if I make a joke or put in some sarcasm, it is all meant in good humor and not to ridicule you; and that I will do my best to be civil and polite in all my comments and replies to you.
In return, all I ask is that you act towards me in the same way. Let's just let loose, be willing to laugh, keep open minds and take time to try and understand each other.
Alright...I'm just going to skip the first few initial paragraphs of the rant and skip to where the real stuff starts.
Yandere!Levi x Reader |Notes| AUA/N: It is creepy at times.
You always thought that nobody liked you. No, not in a depressing sort of way - just that nobody had a "crush", or any romantic feelings for you. It didn't really bother you, you didn't need a man's attention. That's why you felt genuinely surprised when you saw a piece of paper on your desk.
It was an average day at school, nothing more, nothing less. The bell rang, signaling class was about to start, and that's when you noticed the slip of paper that managed to find your desk. Thinking that maybe one of your friends left you a note, you opened it was low expectations. Boy, did your eyes widen when you read the contents.
Your hair looks absolutely gorgeous, as do you.
Letting out a shaky laugh, you figured that it was probably just a prank. People liked to sadistically deceive one another all the time, right? The bait was set, but there was no way you'd snap at it for a cheap laugh. Ignoring that note, you just stuffed it in your backpack, and carr
Secret Admirer V [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: Themes of kidnapping and Stockholm's syndrome]
Click. Click. Click.
The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fingers, and his weight shifted you a little closer to him. After cradling the back of your head in his palm, he pulled you into a slow, sultry kiss. At first, you thought of this term of affection as intrusive. It invaded your space physically, emotionally and mentally. But, overtime, you loved
Is Creepypasta Ruined? (Short Rant) I'm not sure if people are going to listen to me,but...
many people complain how creepypasta fandom is AWFUL
✔how ocs ruin the fandom
✔how yaoi/porn ruin the fandom
✔how fangirls ruin the fandom
✔how the stabbing accident is related to all of us.
I am kind of tired of listening how people whine
that they want old creepypasta back.
Sad thing that,
they blame people
who do what they enjoy,
ART is not going to ruin stories
▪nor your be hated fangirls
Just leave the talented artists alone.
stop bullying every living creature just to please yourself.
You cannot take old creepypasta back.
Nor you ever be able to complain to every pasta fan.
Our fandom is not ruined,
Everyday this fandom joins thousands of people.
We are not dying.
we grow up every day. ❤️
Secret Admirer IV [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
Nothing hurt Levi more than hearing your screams and cries of despair, bouncing along the walls and piercing down to his psyche. But, overtime, these rebellious noises diminished. You resisted him less and less and even seemed to enjoy his visits . Gradually, he believed you adjusted to the idea that he indeed only wished to protect you and take care of you.
He witnessed himself how crafty and adept you could be in the underground. Despite your blindness, you learned how to avoid danger and fight off predators that crossed your path. But, in the dangerous world you lived in, one mistake was all you needed. The hollows in your collarbone and your cheeks, the sags beneath your eyes indicated how underfed you were, which lead to a physical weakness that even you could not ignore. Despite the cloudy film over your eyes, a pleasant innocence and purity resided behind those beautiful, damaged windows. You were a perfect balance o
Secret Admirer VII [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping, Stockholm’s syndrome and sexual elements]
“Say it again. Say my name.”
As Levi latched his lips around the tender spot beneath your ear, you complied, squeezing your eyes shut. He lightly tugged at the cloth concealing your shoulders, sucking hard down the contour of your neck and leaving purple indentions along the way. His name rolled from your lips in weak moans. As he pulled himself away from his assault on your neck with a low gasp, his slender fingers slipped through the first loop connecting your shirt, his knuckles brushing against the concealed flesh. Your cheeks tinged red.
“Again,” he said, compressing the button between his thumb and knuckle. “Louder.”
Heart racing, you muttered his name once more. Unsatisfied with this result, he unfastened the buttons of your shirt. A little part of you still tried to pull you away, to keep you from this madness, but his touch was so intoxicating. Despit
Obsidian (Demon!Levi x Reader) [Demon!AU]
He was at the mere age of 11 when he first met you.
Children born from demons were rare, and were often celebrated by holding a great feast. He didn't like being the center of attention when he enters a room, gazes riveting to him, mutters heard. It irritated him so.
The demon known as Levi was a silent one, with obsidian locks obscuring those steel eyes of his, and with fur the color of an exquisite silver, soft to the touch. Levi was also quite an irascible and reclusive child, but tended to hide away his feelings and kept his mouth shut.
His head aches as he massages into his scalp, digits feeling the bumps upon his head; he was growing horns. Levi wasn't sure whether he'll grow wings, but if he did, he'd escape this place, never to be seen again.
Levi's mother had let him outside to play with the other children, but he simply observed from afar, knees held close to his chest. They ran, playing an exuberant game o
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Bowling
You smiled as you see the bowling alleys.
"Why are we here?" Allen asked.
"Poppet said that she wants to go bowling so we came here~" Oliver explained.
"I'll pass." Francois said as he walks away but Oliver pulled him back.
"Okay!" Allen exclaimed as he grabs a red ball and threw it but missed the pin. He stood there until Matthieu moved Allen aside and got his ball.
He then wore his sunglasses and threw his bowling ball in full power, giving him a complete strike.
Oliver walked in and threw his ball only for him to get a strike, "Yes! Take that Al!"
You laughed as Allen walked towards the corner of the room.
"I'll pass." Francois said.
You walked towards the bowling ally with your ball but to your disappointment, the pin is really far and your just a kid.
You stood there for about two minutes until Francois sighed, picking you up and walk towards the pin carefully.
When he stopped walking, you threw
Meow~ ( Neko!Levi x Reader )
Being a Squad leader in the Survey Corps was a lot more harder than you thought. Being a Veteran member was nice, but you were just a 28 year old female with bags under eyes, because Erwin was an asshole that had to give you stacks of paperwork. To be short, life sucked! You were trying to find Hanji and ask her to entertain you, but she was nowhere to be found. You decided to ask Commander Sexy-Ass-Eyebrows about her. Giving the door a single knock and stepping inside, not even waiting for his answer, you looked at him with a tired face
"Squad leader (L/n)?" Erwin raised an eyebrow... That big ass eyebrow...
"Just call me (Y/n), Erwin... I wanted to ask you about Hanji. Where is she?" You asked narrowing your eyes
"I have no idea. She must be doing some experiments in her lab, but I want to ask you to take these papers to Levi" He said with a shit smile on his face
"Fuck you, Erwin and your eyebrows" You muttered with a scowl as you took the papers and went to the short stack. U
Secret Admirer VI [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
“My name is Levi...”
The words repeated in his mind over and over again. As he gripped the iron bars harder than ever before, the frigidness of the metal cut into his skin. He watched you with an aching heart as you twisted and tangled yourself in the covers. Tears rolled down your temples, down the contours of your face. Face contorting to a grimace, you whined incoherently, too exhausted to fully express your worries and feelings into full sentences. The only words you were able to whimper were,
“Levi-! Why! Where-? Please...,” all in between choked sobs.
He thought about your reaction when he finally revealed the truth to you; beating his chest, demanding every possible answer for your current state, hisses and curses. He couldn’t blame you. He let it happen. Once originally a trusted friend, he became a criminal, stealing one of the most sacred human rights from you. Even worse, what made h
TLO - And Then There Were TwoIt began with an old stone wall...and a band-aid. But that part comes later.
The wall was one of his favorite thinking spots. It stood on the farthest edge of the campus, overlooking the playground, and there were places all along the top row where the weathered stones had been broken or knocked off, leaving empty gaps that were just the right size and shape for a boy like him to sit. (Or crouch. Which was usually what he preferred.)
He would go there every other day or so during free time, lightly hoist himself up and stay perched there for a good long time, contented to hug his knees to his chest and watch the other children scurry and chase each other in the distance. No one paid him any attention or joined him on his perch, and he never bothered to come down and play with them. There was always just one on the wall; just him, solitary and impassive.
But today was different.
Because today, there was a girl. Sitting right in his favorite thinking spot. A scrawny little girl with mess
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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