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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
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.
Piano MagicDarkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of "Joy to the World" echoing in my head. The Christmas concert was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar cookies with everyone else. Normally I'd be with them (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.
I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of dreamy, enchanted feeling. There was no one else in this magic room no one but me, and that gorgeous baby grand that stood on the stage, tilted oh-so-invitingly in my direction. Like a moth to a flame, I made my way down the aisle to have a better look at it.
An aching longing to play filled my heart. My old clavinova back home was nothing compared to this glistening instrument, the
The Lost One - PrologueAlone she sleeps in the shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain
When she finds love, may it always stay true
This I beg for the second wish I made, too
But wish no more; my life you can take
To have her please just one day wake
To have her please
Just one day
--"Gaeta's Lament" (Battlestar Galactica)
And it was from those haunting words that she was conceived. She was little more than a spark, a whisper, the ghost of an idea...but she was there, nonetheless.
It was a long time before her ethereal presence finally took on a solid shape, and longer still before I gave her a face and a name; but at last, she was ready for her test-run.
"Let's go, let's go!" she sang, hopping in place from one foot to the other in happy anticip
Come With MeWords can't go far enough to describe him.
He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the day, and the storm at the heart of the sun. He is ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe.
He came to our world as one of us. He walked among us, breathed our air, cried our tears, felt our joys and knew our fragile hopes and dreams. He reached into our crippled, anguished world and healed our sickness, our blindness, our brokenness; and everywhere he traveled, lives were changed. He had no home and there was no one else like him. He never stopped, never stayed, never asked to be thanked. And when he saw we needed a savior, without one complaint, he took every wound, sorrow, regret and crime upon himself so that we wouldn't have to. For us, he fought Death itself and won.
My life was nothing until I met him. He took me away, kindled a fire inside me and showed me a better way to live. He gave me a n
Thunder (Levi x Reader) [AU]
The sound of booming thunder woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock:
I groggily dragged myself out of bed, staggered towards the window, and looked outside. Lightning flashed, illuminating the clouds with an ominous dark yellow glow. Thunder quickly followed, the sound making me feel like the earth would split into two. The crackling thunder was deafening, and it scared me.
I've always hated thunderstorms. The sound of booming and crackling and the flashy thin bolts of lightning has always made me quiver in fear. I couldn't bear to sleep while hearing those sounds without burying myself in the blankets and blocking out little of the sound with my earphones, turning up the music as loud as it can go. Well, as loud as my ears can handle.
'Hmm, might as well stay up,' I thought aloud, walking to the bedroom door with a blanket covering most of my figure.
Movie Night (AvengersxReader)“Tony are you sure we should go the movies?” you asked cautiously. “I mean, you being a billionaire and all, we could have just watched something at your home theater.”
“Yeah but it’s not the same,” he huffed, buying the tickets for everybody.
Tonight was movie night with all the Avengers including Loki. Usually all of you just watch a random movie picked out from Stark’s huge movie library and just pop it in the DVD player, kicking back at the large couch. However tonight Tony insisted that everyone get off their lazy asses and head to a movie theater. Why? The man just liked to be unpredictable, you assumed.
Currently, everyone was on edge. Natasha seemed to be relaxed but you just knew that she was just waiting for Tony or someone else to do something stupid, thus ending the night as a disaster. Bruce was trying to keep to himself mostly by ignoring any fans that whispered about him when they passed by. He tried not to stand out. You k
It was late and the nightclub you had entered was jam-packed. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing to the explosive beat that pulsed from the large speakers, and drunken souls making fools of themselves. Normally, you weren't comfortable in places such as this, but tonight you had made an exception. Because tonight you had every reason to party.
From your place at the bar you could see everything that the club had to offer. From its flashing lights, to its excellent sound-system and wide variety of beverages, it was pure heaven. Well, to any hardcore clubber at least.
You sighed gently as you took another sip from your glass of water, and moved to ask the bartender for another when someone exhaled loudly right next to you. You already knew who it was before you turned to look, but it was a sad fact that you couldn't blow off your companion forever. No matter how tempting the idea might be.
Darcy Lewis stood in all
Country!EnglandxHuman!Reader: Forever and Always
"Okay, I spy with my little eye... Something red," you said, your eyes darting around the quiet street as you and Arthur walked along, hand in hand, having just gone out to dinner at your favorite restaurant. The moonlight cast an almost magical glow all around you.
"Is it... That large bouquet of roses in the flower shop over there?" Arthur guessed, pointing to said floral arrangement. You giggled.
"Yep!" you exclaimed, nodding.
"I knew it! And it's my turn now! Let's see here... I spy with my little eye... Something that is absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word," Arthur whispered, smiling and staring right at you. You blushed bright pink, knowing he was talking about you, but you decided to play dumb.
"Is it... The moon?" you asked. Arthur shook his head.
"Nope. Try again," he cooed.
Steve x Child! Reader Little Nightmares
Steve x Child! Reader Little Nightmares
Everything was black.
(Name) cried out in terror, petrified of her surroundings. Or lack thereof.
Everything was cold and dark and empty. Not a single person was with her. Not even her--
“DADDY!!” She gasped, running around the void as panic began to settle into her soul.
“Daddy, where are you?!” (Name) screamed, tears running down her cheeks. Sobs escaped her mouth, and she dropped, laying on the blackness in utter defeat.
“D-Daddy…please…” She whimpered, the void opening up beneath her.
And then she was falling.
(Name) awoke with a sharp gasp, fresh, hot tears racing from her eyes as she shook. Her whole body heaved as she attempted to breathe properly, images from her nightmare still etched into her mind.
“D-Daddy…” She whispered, and with stifled sobs she worked her way out of bed to the thankfully solid floor. If anyone could make her feel better, it was her Dadd
Mute!Romano x Blind!Reader - Love Communication“Love doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future.”
~ Nicholas Sparks, Safe Haven
“Lovino!” (Name) called and flailed her arms. She bumped into a sharp edge, and screamed out in pain. “Lovino! Where are you!?” She reached her hands out and heard footsteps in the distance. Suddenly, her back was pressed against a warm chest. She felt muscular hands snake underneath her arms. Lovino’s warm hand grabs her left hand and gently wrote on her palm with his finger.
‘I - a-m - r-i-g-h-t - h-e-r-e.’
She let out a sigh and collapsed in Lovino’s arms. (Name) always gets panic attacks when Lovino isn’t holding her hand. Why would Lovino be around a girl who can’t even see? Why would she need him out of all people? Lovino and (Name) are at all different. They both have a fault in t
Dancing With Whisky (JackSparrowxReader) One-Shot
It was unbearably hot on the Black Pearl. The sun’s rays made your skin fry like a fish on a skillet. Mmmm you could actually go for some fish right now. As you leaned against the railing of the ship, you closed your eyes and figured that you might as well get a tan while you were out here. The ship swayed gently from side to side as it kept on moving throughout the ocean. Thankfully the sea was calm in the afternoon and you didn’t have to worry about a wave bringing the entire ship and its crew down.
Even though you had been a pirate for almost your entire life, you were still a little nervous around the sea. The water was unpredictable. It could be purifying and be used for all sorts of remedies that witches had but it could also destroy and take out thousands of ships without a single breath. You had learned that the hard way when you watched from a castaway boat your parents fighting for their lives during a terrible storm.
The water giveth, and the water taketh.
Feel the Beat (Dave x Deaf!Reader)
Dave hadn't seen his best friend, well besides Egderp, (Y/N) in so long he'd forgotten how beautiful she was. The last time he could actually remember her was on the playground in pre-school. The little pigtailed girl who always seemed to be carrying a box of chocolate-coated animal crackers; it wasn't what he was expecting to see after 15 years but this definitely wasn't what he thought about either.
Her figure had filled in some, her figure was an average figure that women commonly had. Her hair was (length), (style) with a few blue highlights added into it. A smile was plastered on her face as she stood in his doorway but it was clear she was as shocked as Dave.
"Dave, oh my gosh!" Her voice still had that weird, deep ring to it. No judgement, he thought it was kinda interesting. It was like that back in pre-school too and maybe she just never grew out of it.
"It's been a while, yeah. Do you wanna come in?" He cocked his head, remaining cool but behind the shades he was
Mutti's Birthday (2P!Germany x Mutti!Reader)_______________ woke up that morning. She looked to the right and saw that Lutz wasn’t there. She looked puzzled as she freshened up and went downstairs. The whole house was still. Too still…she sighed and went into the kitchen. There she was greeted to the most chaotic sight she’s seen this year…her whole kitchen was covered in smoke and flour. Tom was on the ground with a bowl of batter on his head. Franz and Gilbert were fighting something that oozing from the oven.
“It’s still growing!” cried Franz pounding it with a rolling pin.
“Keep beating it!” Gilbert was hitting it with a frying pan. Lutz was juggling eggs while trying to put them in the pan while and trying to avoid Tom, who managed to get up, grabbed some oven mitts and brought the pan to his Vati. Germania was in the corner looking on and then placed his head in his hands and sighed.
“What’s going on in here?!” they stopped and looked up.
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
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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