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"Dude, _______________, you wanna go to my totally awesome party this weekend?!" He yelled, his blue eyes sparkling more than usual.
"Hell yeah!" You reply, subconsciously grabbing the thin bra strap through your shirt and adjusting it. The action went unnoticed by Alfred, who continued to squirm.
"Hey, remember that time Artie got drunk as hell and almost made out with Francis? This is gonna be even crazier! I can't wait!"
"Yeah, sounds great! But I swear, if slip something into my stuff again, you will never be able to make a child, Alfred Jones." You added darkly, recalling the time he had somehow managed to slip estrogen supplements into your drink. You had no idea where or how he had gotten hold of them, but you had spent the whole of the next day doubled over on the toilet.
Alfred gulped, looking a bit scared as he replied, "N-no way, dude. I won't do it again, I a

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“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.

Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”

The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of

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It was a cold winter evening when the trio got together. The other Nordic's went shopping for some time and since you weren't feeling the greatest, you stayed behind.

It wasn't until the trio began drinking, did a problem arise.

You heard a loud bang from your bedroom. You rushed downstairs in a baggy sweat shirt and a pair of pj shorts.

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Donatello stared at the glass container with an unhealthy obsession. He couldn't help it. Even if he wanted to pry his eyes away, his body rejected his request. Whenever he walked into the lab now, his eyes naturally found the container that stored what used to be Timothy, A.K.A the Pulverizer.

He and the blob could stare at one another for hours. Sometimes the eyes would close and take a sleep like state. Donatello would find a place to sit and just take in the creature he had created. Well, let it be created.

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My name is Romano.

And I am so done.

I don’t care about following a damn script and trying to pretty this video up.

You want me to be honest?

Fine.

Have a big helping of fucking honesty.

I am sick.

And tired.

Of everything.

If I hear the words,

“Oh, it’ll get better! Just give it time!”

One more time…

I’m… I’m gonna rip throats out.

People have been telling me things will get better my entire life.

And you know what?

It just got worse. And worse.

And it really can’t get any worse.

Here, I’ll explain.

I never got to meet my parents.

I was raised by my Grand

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America x Reader

Alfred lay down on an open field in his homeland. Being able to sneak out from his boss was probably the worst and best thing he has ever come up with. It was obvious that he’d be getting a good scolding from the President tomorrow, not that he carried.

His baby blue eyes looked up to the slowly darkening sky and waited until the whole dark canvas was full of those bright glittering stars that seemed to be placed randomly in the sky. He let out a chuckle as a sudden memory appeared in his head. Right, it’s been 70 years since then.

~*~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~*~

“YO ____________

TMNT-Wither

The knife dug deeply into April O'Neil's picture. Karai stared up at it with disgust in her face and threw another tanto, this time nailing the photo in the eye. Already numerous blades stuck to the picture of the red head Karai had taped to her bedroom's ceiling but nothing made her feel better. What made this girl so special?

Karai had managed to track down where April had lived and found the picture. When she realized April was never coming home to her aunt, Karai left the room behind but took the picture with her. It was a portrait of the girl with a purple and yellow lotus in her hair. The girl's locks were down and she grinned down at

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I was walking back to my dorm room with two of my best friend Ruth and Philip, I have no plans this weekend so i'm open to any suggestions for me and my friends to do. "So... what are our plans this weekend" I asked in a bubbly mood. "well i have to go back to michigan to see my old man" said philip sadly. Ruth seemed a bit sad but was just happy that he wasn't leaving for good. "at least you not leaving for good..." ruth said kissing him on the cheek making him blush. 'That must feel good...to have someone that you care for...' I thought. It wasn't that you were ugly or non talkative you were actually the prettiest girl on the campus and had a lot of friends, you're just looking for the "Perfect Man" its a bit ridiculous but true. Atfter Ruth and Philip left you went back to your dorm and turned on some music, (

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His band surrounded the old-fashioned hospital bed of the hospice ward, each silent. They didn't know what to say, what to do, to make things better. I mean, this was a hospice ward. Whoever comes in here...they never come out. And the empty beds in the room that only Ashley occupied, well, let's just say that last time they'd visited, they'd all been full.

The ward was homey, in a weird way. It smelt like toast and tea, and had carpets instead of the hard linoeum floor the rest of the hospital had. The walls were painted with soft, muted colours, and older people on the wrong side of fifty occaisionally te

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Everything.

Father!England x Child!reader.

Find me here, and speak to me
I want to feel you, I need to hear you
You are the light that's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again

Arthur was sitting on his living room next to his pregnant wife Amelia, he was stroking her swallowed stomach, they were going to be parents soon, “I want her to be here with us, already” Arthur said, “You have to wait a little more Artie” she said kissing her husband’s cheek.

You are the strength that keeps me walking
You are the hope that keeps me trusting
You are the life to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everythi

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You stayed up that night, terrified of the prospect of nightmares caused at the hands of Pitch Black. What you didn’t realize is that nightmares become real while you are awake. The shadows in the corner of your room seemed denser than usual, and you watched as they formed the lean and frightening shape of the Boogieman.

“Still alone?” he hummed in that mocking voice of his, “I’d have thought your little playmate would be back by now.”

Swallowing down your external fear, you cringed away from

Jeff The Killer X Reader Part.2Jeff P.O.V
I started to come to because i felt something being rubbed against my stomach, i looked down and blushed when i saw the girl that i was looking at through the window, "whoa... you're even prettier up close..." realizing what i just said i hid my face which was starting to turn a light pink. The girl she moved the hands away from my face "Thanks!" she said greeting me with a smile,"Sorry about scaring you earlier..." she said looking down. I chuckled "You? scaring me theres no way." I scoffed. She looked at me with a 'are you serious' face which made me chuckle even more. "Oh ha ha very funny!" she said standing up and walking back to the bathroom to put the med. kit away. 'heh...what a cute girl'

Your P.O.V
I chuckle to myself seeing how charming and fun jeff was 'Could he really be the one?...' i asked my self, 'Well... lets not get

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It was the that time of the year again, Arthur Kirkland knew. He didn't like this particular day, 'Mother's Day'. It brought a lot of memories back. Still, it was part of his life, and he would always do it, no matter what. Heading out into the field, he had about an hour before his brothers would show up. That was probably the only good thing about the day.
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Fallen: A Free Verse Poem

by ~Tarnisis, Oct 12, 2012, 12:30:56 AM
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Fallen: A Free Verse Poem

^{He falls . . .  Oh how he falls through the abyss into a unknown void.

He never hits bottom for he never stops falling.

For how can you stop falling when you've come from the top?

He was Loki the Prince of Asgard, but now he is but a broken shell that is constantly reminded of his failure through others actions against him.

The torture of knowing that you are the thing that you once feared the most, would tear down any man. But this fallen Prince was no mere man. . . No. . .

He was a God.

.  .  .  .

Now Loki watches from the sidelines wishing for death with all his being. Knowing that those he loved most are nothing but a whisper of a dream. He wishes that Thor was his 'real' brother and that his mother and father were the Asgardian Royalty, but he knows that it is a lie.

This Fallen Prince slowly rises from the ashes of his old life and begins again. . . But this time he knows who he is for certain.

There is no question of what he is.

He is Loki, the one who should have been King.

He is Loki the God of Mischief!}

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*TheLastUnicorn1985 Oct 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

a very good poem dearest! Sweet Loki, I confess I want to cry EVERY TIME I watch him let go of the sceptre...and fall. the first time we saw it in the theatre, I wept.
Beautifully written dedication to our sweet prince.

~Tarnisis Oct 28, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks Hannah!

I tried my best.

And I cry every single time I see Loki's scenes in Thor. . . All he needed was some proper hugging and coddling and he would have been right as rain! Aww the Loki Feels. . .