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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.
Contego (Levi x Abused!Reader) [AU]
You winced as you prodded your digits on your split lip, crimson staining the pad of your fingertips. With shaky hands, you pulled open the dresser's top drawer, reaching in for the pouch which stored your makeup.
This was a daily routine for you; caking your face in makeup to hide the red marks and purple bruises, your bleeding lip, the shadow around your eye.
You swiped the red lipstick across your bottom lip, and the sharp, throbbing pain blossoms. Looking at your reflection, a smile spreads on your face; a perfect, practiced smile across perfect, practiced lips that showed no pain, no suffering.
Before tears could brim up at the corner of your eyes, you stood up and walked to the front door, stepping outside to go through another day of work.
"Oi, what happened to your lip? Looks like someone had punched you," the raven speaks up, slight concern etched upon his visage. He stops arranging the
No Touching (France x Reader)
No Touching (France x Reader)
All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
“Yes ma chérie?”
“Remove. Your. Hand. From. My. Ass!” you growled before glaring at the Frenchman,
“But it’s so beautiful~” he purred before sliding his other arm around your waist.
Francis, your boyfriend, was kind, loving and affectionate just a little too affectionate, in fact he was so affectionate that some would take it as far as to call him a pervert and you’re the one who had to put up with this so called ‘Pervert’.
Yeah sure at times he could be a little perverted but you wouldn't necessarily call him a pervert just a little… frisky at times and touchy, VERY TOUCHY! And to be honest it was starting to annoy you. You pinched his hand earn
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.
Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.
You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm. Needless to say, he'd lost.
"What exactly did you do
Sousuke x Reader Not Quite
Sousuke was in the middle of a crisis. Not that he’d admit that to anyone. ...Well, to most anyone. It was a bit of a mess he was in, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to go about fixing it. Or rather, it was a competition, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to win it.
(Name) (Last Name), aka the girl he had a crush on since she transferred over from Sapporo, was going to Iwatobi. And that was great, because it meant she was close by. She was also into swimming, which made her that much more attractive, and also meant that Gou was more than happy to have her be co-manager of the Iwatobi Swim Team. Which in turn meant that Sousuke had plenty of opportunities to see her more often.
The only problem was that he wasn’t the only one who was attracted to her. At least, as far as he could tell. Sometimes, whenever Rin went to visit Gou and the boys on the Iwatobi swim team, he’d tag along to catch a glimpse of (Name). And more often than not, there she was, chatting w
I Can't Stop - Sebastian x Stalker! Reader
You are a creeper.
Don’t deny it. Wait scratch that.
You are much worse than that; you are a stalker.
“I don’t mean to be” you would say to yourself every time you went to sleep.
But you just couldn’t help it. It was great watching him.
The way his hands skimmed the surface of the dishes with grace. Or how his jet black hair was perfectly flippant. And oh oh! Don’t forget how his red eyes would flicker pink when he heard something especially enticing.
You blushed and held your cheeks.
Mey-rin, who was currently trying to dust the wardrobe but unfortunately broke a vase in the process, saw you grow red. “_____ are you alright?”
Caught you were blushing this way was unprofessional for a maid like you. Clearing your throat, you straightened your apron with your hands. “No I was just feeling my temperature”
She rose a brow, “That is a very strange ______-chan” She neared you inspecting you, “
Japan x Sick!Reader .:. This Will Do
It was a rather cold day outside, but the warmth inside was something you could thank. You were freezing, it seemed, no matter how many blankets were wrapped around you. You could no longer breathe from your nose, and your stomach was in coils. Much to your disliking, you were sick.
Luckily, you had someone there who was taking care of you, and as you opened your eyes now at the quiet tip-tap of footsteps, you saw that "someone". Short, dark hair and deep brown eyes... you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the back of his hand to your forehead and frowned slightly.
"Your forehead's stirr warm..." he said quietly, mostly to himself. He left for a moment before he came back with a moistened washcloth that he placed upon your forehead. You released a light sigh at how refreshingly cool it was, considering that you were running a rather high temperature. You coughed twice into your hand before your smile turned to a frown that matched the one o
Rivals ( Levi x Colonel!Reader )
You could still remember that 15 year old girl with (H/l) (H/c) hair that graduated and chose to join the Survey Corps. Your battle skill was 10/10 back from then, but you were still sure you would die on the first expedition. It seems your sixth sense sucked, because now you were sitting in your office, drinking coffee. Yup, you were 32 year old woman and a Colonel of the Regiment.
Today, the idiots that were ready to die from the 104th Trainees A.K.A. The ones that decided to join the Scouting Legion would have their first chores and they had no idea what kind of a monster Levi was when it came to cleaning. You could say that you doubted the fact he was a man, but once you walked in the Boys' shower and... To be short, he was a man. A really big man.
Many people found Levi scary, but you were absolutely terrifying. You could literally give someone a heart attack with one glare. Once Erwin told you about a rumor, that you could kill titans with your deadly glare. Cadets and thei
Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader |Mom or Dad?| CrackficLevi was a very flexible man, who could deal with a variety of things. He could deal with titans, Mikasa's glaring, Eren's whining, his wife's moodiness when she was pregnant, and his obnoxious little baby girl's crying.
But there was one thing Levi could never get used to. That, would be his wife's need to win everything. Basically, you were a very competitive person, and boy did it show. You even found a way to be competitive when you were growing Levi's little brat inside of you, by saying you were going to give birth to a girl, after Levi dumbly said it might be a boy.
What a mistake that was.
Don't get him wrong, Levi definitely did love you and all, but a combination of you suddenly yelling at him for not agreeing and then crying, before ignoring him for the rest of the day (which didn't really work out that much since you needed his help waddling around, you were 8 months pregnant after all).
So Levi made it his top priority to not ever trigger your annoying competitiveness. But
Trapped In My Laptop ( Levi x Reader ) AU
(A/N : So this is a special, late birthday gift for :IconTalithestrange:! Happy birthday, Honeybun~~!!! <3)
You were sitting on the couch in your living room, your laptop resting itself on your lap as you typed and typed some comments on DeviantART. You fucking loved Attack on Titan and well your favorite character was Levi. Yes, he was grumpy, loved cleaning and short, but you couldn't help it! He was so perfect in your eyes...
You had to be honest, as much as you loved it, you were tired of reading 'Levi x Reader's. You tried doing the 'Lucid Dreaming' shit to go to the Titan world and fuck Levi, but ended up in a 'Sleep Paralysis'. Maybe it was a bad idea to not read of ways to get out of the fucked up state you were in.
So sleep paralysis basically is a thing when you see the things you are mostly afraid of and you saw a Yaoi pairing that you hated for a single reason, You being madly in love with Levi, Ereri. They basically had sex on top of you and you watched how they d
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
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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