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Ave Stella Maris et Regina CaelorumHail Mary, full of grace-
I'm sorry. I don't remember the rest.
Maybe if I did then the idea of prayer wouldn't feel so much like begging.
The lessons I am told you mean to teach are not the lessons I have learned, and I do not think I was meant to be a martyr.
I have always dealt with my problems by building towers in my head to hide from them in, castles in the air that solve nothing and do not hinder anyone but myself. I am not brave. I am not kind. And I have been hurt so often that I do not think anyone will ever love me, because while broken things are beautiful, I have never been anything more than passably pretty since I was just walking, and there is not enough left of me to hold anything more than indifference. I have never loved easily, and I have never been loved by someone who was not obligated by blood to do so, and I do not know which one broke me first.
Once upon a time there was a little mermaid who dreamt of a soul of her own, and lost everything for it. Disney offere
I was only interested in keeping you safeDo you remember when we were fourteen, and you were in love with that girl's older brother? He was eighteen, the older man you'd always wanted, and he'd been courting you, or so you thought. You wanted him to kiss you, to hold your hand and show you what it meant to be a woman, not a girl. I told you to stay away from him, because I knew he'd already kissed my cousin, and she hated herself now, enough that she'd come to me crying and I had held her all night against the knives in the kitchen.
You thought I was jealous, that I wanted him too.
He was very beautiful. You talked about how hot he was, how strong and sexy his arms were. I talked about the dimple above his mouth and the echo of his cheekbones and the fine lines of his hands. I said I wanted to carve him open and discover the curves of his bones; you thought that meant I wanted to sleep with him, and tried to start a fight with me.
I wanted to kill him.
To that boy I used to knowNathaniel;
It rained again this morning. I went walking alone, down the misty road that leads toward town, and didn't mind the cold. The leaves have started falling, and the maple tree at the bottom of the hill stands bare, like it did the day you left. Maple trees will always make me think of you, with the wistful half-remembrance of a love gone by, even years into the future when we are both old and gray, living our separate lives without ever once meeting again.
I did love you, you know, even though we were just children; I don't think you believed me then, and have probably forgotten me by now, but I think I love you still, in some quiet way.
I still count the day you kissed me, under the maple tree in the back corner of the field below the playground, as one of the happiest days of my life. We'd been walking together, just the way we had every day since the day you smiled at me and took my hand across the space between our desks, my friends tittering as we wandered in wide, endles
TSP: AuditionThere were two people already in his office when Isaac opened the door that morning, a dark haired young woman in a flannel nightgown, quilted jacket draped over her shoulders, seated on the edge of his desk, and a red-head, stripped down to her shirtsleeves, apron tucked up at her hips, absently shuffling the pile of papers he'd left on the bookcase as they held a whispered argument.
"-really leave. Not till this afternoon-" the redhead was muttering under her breath, tapping the papers firmly against the wood so that they settled into a neat stack, probably alphabetized within an inch of their life by her furious efforts at organization.
She turned, startled, the inside of her knees pressed against the edge of his desk in a way that had to be painful, and pulled the jacket more securely around herself. The maid, (what was her name?) dropped the papers back on the shelf, already half in a defensive position, though what she intended to do with his least favorite novel
Anachronism: Introduction'Filthy whore! Selling herself for the price of a bed, without a care for the bodies she leaves behind. She'll bleed for that, the slut, her and all her kind.'
Emmaline Jones eyed the woman across the street, the handles of her bag clutched tightly in her hand. She'd been lucky, when she got out of prison. Her sister had taken her things before the neighbors could, and she'd been able to go back to her trade immediately. There was still the little matter of the whore who had betrayed her, after she'd killed the baby in her womb, but that could be taken care of. would be. Soon, even.
The couple retreated into an alley, Emmaline following, skulking in a doorway until the man came out again. Now was the time to be quick, open the bag and select a knife by the feel of the handle, slip into the shadows before she could leave as well, find another customer who might be a bit better off.
The whore had one hand down her corset, hiding her money where even the lightest fingered of client
TBOS Round 1The pub is warm and dimly lit, shadows pooling where the scattered lamps and firelight don't reach. Alice knocks the snow off her boots (one, two, pause, shuffle, one, two, an extra shake for good measure), before she steps inside, throat tightening against the smell of smoke and old brandy that permeates the air. On a frosty night like this, barely an empty seat remains, most of those simply waiting for their occupants to return from the bar. Alice feels very small as she makes her way through a forest of legs and conversations towards the counter, slipping quietly between expansive, flailing gestures and loud, friendly arguments.
The man behind the counter is old, laugh lines and wrinkles mapping out his history across his face, the dimple in his cheek and the crow's-feet beside his eyes speaking of a life lived well and with good cheer. His coarse gray hair, just long enough to curl over his collar, is thinning, a little, at the top of his head, but his short, well kept beard is sti
But I should be sleepingThere is a place
where the water meets the sky
and you and I once sat together
(but the perceptions of the heart
are clearer than the perceptions of the mind
and that place
still exists for me)
remind me to go there again
for you to come running up to meet me
for I have something to tell you
it means I love youlisten-
the conjugation of the heart
is not quite such a complicated thing
when I speak of you
(for I was born with your name upon my tongue,
the rhythm of your pulse in my veins
and the warmth of your smile under my skin)
and with every breath
the tenses of my blood
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People: Prologue
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People
I was finally able to travel the world on my own, being 18 years old and all. I had recently been staying at my aunt's place in Japan with her family when she told me a story she had been hearing from locals.
"There is a mysterious island close to here that had been abandoned almost 100 years ago," she said at the dinner table.
"Really? Does it have ghosts of soldiers or something?" I had asked.
"No one knows," she replied, "no one goes there."
"I only hear rumors from my co-workers. I doubt they be real."
"A creepy island...? Seems like my sort of ordeal!" I exclaimed, "I think I'm gonna go check that place out."
"Oh, be careful then," my aunt told me, "there's a town across the waters from it you can stay in a hotel or apartment there. How long will you be in Japan?"
"About year or just a few months," I replied.
After that I ventured off to the town that was close to the haunted island. I bought an apartment in town. It wa
SMB Heroes of the Stars TimelineMario's and Luigi's Childhood:
Mario and Luigi's Adventures:
Super Mario Bros
Super Mario Bros 2
Super Mario Bros 3
New Super Mario Bros 2
Super Mario World
Super Mario RPG –Legend of the Seven Stars
Super Mario 64
Super Mario Sunshine
New Super Mario Bros DS
New Super Mario Bros Wii
Mario & Luigi Superstar Saga
New Super Mario Bros Wii U
Super Mario Galaxy
Hoodie x reader- pt 6
The next day you woke. You and Hoodie shared a room so when you woke you saw Hoodie's sleeping figure next to you, making you smile. You weren't sure, but you thought you developed feeling for Hoodie. He was just too cute and adorable.
You carefully sat up, not wanting to wake Hoodie, but apparently, not careful enough. Hoodie felt you moving and opened his eyes. "(Y-YN)?"He asked in a still sleepy voice. "sorry, Hoodie. Didn't mean to wake you." Hoodie chuckled.
"You're an e-early riser, aren't y-you? None of t-the others will even be awake." Hoodie said. You looked to the clock. 6:24 AM. Wow that's early. Hoodie wrapped an arm around you and gently pushed back down and hugged you close. You blushed. Soon his grip loosed and you assumed he went back to sleep as did you.
(Le time skip~)
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" You heard yelling as you jolted awake. The sudden jolt awoke Hoodie as well. "GET BACK HERE YOU MASKED FREAK!" Hoodie also heard the yelling. "
Adobe Slabs Segment 4
And the problem with Ema, was that, well. Um.
“Hey! I heard from your sister that you’re living with a guy now! Where is he?” An all-too-familiar pair of rose-tinted shades and an honorable attempt to resurrect three decade-old clothes (that smelled like they were fresh out of a thrift-store, mixed with cologne and smoke) stood in his doorway on a tall, lithe frame. The guy pushed past M just like any other door and scoped the apartment for another being.
“...Why are you talking to my sister?”
The new visitor took it upon himself to open all the doors in the apartment, even the cupboards. He got to the refrigerator, opened it...
... And pulled out a chocolate milk. He popped the top and took a gulp. “Is he not here?”
Was, well, Ema had a slight pro
Hermione's friend, 1Criselda stared at the hat for what seemed like a lifetime. It had every colour of the rainbow and more and it had the shape of a tornado, which grew wider with every inch it went up. By all the rules of logic and even those of magic, that hat should not be able to exist or stand straight on top of a head like it was doing at the moment. Yet, somehow it did. Already, a little berd was using it as a nest, but the blonde girl who was wearing it didn´t seem to know, or mind it at all. She kept staring at the forest with those big blue eyes and that lost smile of hers. Criselda smiled a little. No matter how much she tried, she would never be able to make sense of Luna. At least, the blue shirt and grey pants she was wearing on the rest of her body made more sense.
Criselda herself was, like always, wearing her long, dark-raven hair long and well-dressed, like a waterfall of thing night strands. A leaf-green blouse with silver borders and a pair of dark-grey, almost black, pants cover
creepypasta x reader 7 minutes in heaven: Jeff
Everyone gathered for Seven minutes in heaven. When you reached into a hat you were poked by something sharp. You pulled out the object. It was a knife. Jeff smirked taking the knife. "that's mine." He said as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the closet with him. You blushed as BEN closed and locked the door.
The moment the door was locked you were pinned to a wall. Your wrists were held above your head. You looked at Jeff wide eyed. Jeff just smirked.
"You know, i've been wanting some time alone with you for quite some time." Jeff said. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off when Jeff pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened for a few seconds before relaxing into the kiss.
Jeff let go of your wrists as her wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
The kiss went on like that for a couple of minutes and then Jeff lightly bit your bottom lip ask
Tornado Alley: Before The Storm (Chapter 1)
Our tale initiates in a muggy and warm fall morning in September of 1980. The day was September 24th, and a purple and blue lioness with green eyes was trying to make her way towards the hospital, but her cub would be born here soon, and she had no time! She found herself lying down in a lush green, tall, field, in Oklahoma. It was an ideal place for her to have her baby. Her baby was on her way, and her eye pupils retracted, becoming smaller. She was breathing in and out softly, and she pushed very hard, she let out a painful ROAR! She could hear her baby cub crying softly, she grabbed her, and put the cub into her paws, she gave the newborn cub a tongue bath. The cub looked up at it's mother, and became very quiet. The cub smiled. Christina Storm, The newborns mother, saw that her cub was pink and blue, and had it's father's eyes. The cub was a girl, as it was pink! ''Oh, she's perfect!'' She cooed to her daughter, nuzzling her softly. ''Honey? Honey? Where are you?
Attack on Titan: Various X Reader 4
Heaving up a small pack of potatoes, you passed it over to Sasha since she seemed to like them best. The brunette gave you a thankful smile, and then swung the bag around her neck so it hung on her back.
It was the day the small Survey Corps group, including you, were moving out to begin the long journey to the Walls. Now that you thought about it, Armin mentioned that the forest you were living in was still in Wall Rose, and that you could of either saw Maria or Rose anytime if you could of spared the time.
Watching everyone around you, about everyone had something to carry. Sasha had the potatoes, Bertolt with a small pot in his bag, Levi with a large knife, Mikasa with a bag vegetables... Basically simple food that would be good enough to survive for a few days. Everyone also had a sleeping bag on them. They all had their share. As for you, you had a small pack of matches and rolls of bandag
Life After the Great War~ Chapter 26Chapter 26~
As much as I didn't want to be, I was dumbstruck. For a ship of Tempestuous' rank to go so against what the military dictated during the Great War was stunning. Him and I were a pair then, when had he done this to save Wilhelm? Probably on one of those long forays that kept him away for days at a time. He never told me.
Wilhelm looked out to sea and said "He didn't have to do what he did. It could of gotten him into fierce trouble with the humans, as they like giving him a hard time as it is. I never felt like I thanked him enough for saving me, so, I guess you could say that is one reason why I broke free from Germany after the war, and came all the way to Scotland. Firstly, I wanted to make sure he was still alive, and alright, secondly, I was going to be a willing subject for him to court and eventually take as mate. I was hoping more offspring would result, which they did. He is such a goo
TBOS Ref: Katy and CharlieName: Katy Frost
Description: Blond, brown eyes. Wears navy coveralls and a box cap. Works as a zoo-keeper, specifically for the penguins.
History: Katy is the youngest of two, and a vet. She's hoping for a promotion. She looks after 28 penguins.
Personality: Mostly cheerful, somewhat pessimistic. Snarky.
Abilities: Is a vet.
Description: Emperor Penguin. Black, white, has a beak.
History: Charlie was bred in captivity and likes fish.
Personality: Likes fish. Is curious about the outside world.
Abilities: Penguin. He's cute?
Taken by: The book. Katy has a page, but currently thinks it's litter, and has simply shoved it in her pocket.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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