Dearheart42

World spins 'round Looks like another day We're homestuck Grown up unaware Not a care But reaching, searching for a fate unknown This distance, closeness that we share Always there 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 We're homesick 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 And you And you

World spins 'round Looks like another day We're homestuck Grown up unaware Not a care But reaching, searching for a fate unknown This distance, closeness that we share Always there 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 We're homesick 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 And you And you

Fandom: 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

Fandom: 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

DISCLAIMER: 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