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Always|Mimikyu x Trainer!Reader
"A lonely Pokemon, it conceals its terrifying appearance beneath an old rag so it can get closer to people and other Pokemon"-Mimikyu's Pokedex Entry.
Mimikyu turned its body, glaring harshly at the human across the street who made that last comment.
How dare they call it a "wanna-be"?!
Was it that hard for people to understand that it didn't want to replace Pikachu....but be loved like Pikachu?
Mimikyu thought it did a good job on its costume...so why would they call it those awful things?
Even though the insults didn't make it cry anymore, for it was use to hearing them everyday, they still hurt it nonetheless.
But now rumors were flying that the Disguise Pokemon
GlareA little girl
born into a broken world.
A smirk on her face,
death in her eyes,
her facade in place,
but inside she Cries.
Beyond the surface of apathy,
she lies in hopeless agony,
daring you to question her role
Such cruelty came from
a crushed soul.
She walks among the strong
with the world on her shoulders.
Innocence went so wrong
when Hatred made it colder.
And thus the light became
her dreams crushed by a weight she shouldn't bear
When Innocence is interrupted
all that's left is
The PedrogramIt was Sunday evening, and my mood was rotten.
The party life of a Uni student means you forget about such trivialities as an Analysis homework. And now, with the classes the first thing in the morning, I've dug out the notebook I used on every class for the semester and flipped the pages until I found the notes from last week.
"Do those beauties, and we can move on to the next topic." the lecturer had said. "Nothing will surprise you anymore." The things I had noted down from the whiteboard didn't look like equations, more like foreign cuss words, especially with my chickenscratch writing. I turned the notebook around a few times, and then, deciding it's right side up, cracked my knuckles and attempted to solve the first problem.
An hour and five pages of integration attempts later, I found myself still stuck on the first integral.
Out of twenty-six.
I tossed the ballpoint pen aside, frustrated, and booted up the computer. This was the twenty-first century, I didn't have to try to gue
The forest experienced only a moment of silence after the last of the brightly clothed backs receded from view before the brush rustled once more. Toothless slunk out of the darkness like a jungle cat, the saddle dangling from his mouth.
Relief warmed Hiccup, both at the sight of the dragon and at Toothless' forethought to hide the saddle with him. Finding that among his belongings would have raised excessive questionsand the less he heard Arnulf's voice, the better.
Toothless dropped the saddle with the motion of spitting. His pupils were slit, nostrils flared, and his movements were jerky, as though he fought with himself to keep from running after the Frenchmen.
::Are you okay?:: the Night Fury pressed, sounding quite agitated. He brought his face up to Hiccup's and sniffed at the human's cheek. Hiccup's hair fluttered at the gusts of air, brushing the still throbbing area.
Hiccup nodded before he spoke. "Yeah."
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HTTYD: JealousAs soon as Tuffnut entered the house he could sense something was different. He checked the floor. That was the same. He checked the walls. Same. The stairs. Same. Kitchen. Same. His sister sitting alone in the corner of the room with a book in her hands. Same. The- Wait! He blinked and made a double take at Ruffnut. That was definitely what was different.
He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know, no matter how long you stare at it, it's not going to burst into flames."
Her eyes looked up from the book in front of her nose. She gave her brother a glare.
"Same goes for me," He said, though his voice seemed a little unsure.
"I'm not trying to burn it, idiot," She said, turning her gaze away from him. "I'm reading it."
"Reading," He repeated, almost amused.
"Why?" He blurted.
Ruffnut shrugged. "I don't know."
"Why?" He asked again, his voice more whiny this time.
"Why not?" She insisted. "What's the big deal?
HTTYD : An Eye for a LegThe smell of smoke was very strong as Tuffnut came to. The room was dark, and as he turned his head, he looked to the embers of the fire. Home? But what happened to everything else? He had been knocked out. He did not remember anything past the huge explosion of the dragon crashing down. One of the rocks had hit him squarely in the head and knocked him out cold. Shifting slightly, he got up and walked over to one of the windows and gently opened it up. He was shocked at what he saw, but he was even more shocked at what he didn't see. Shakily putting a hand up to his right eye, he discovered an eye patch. Quickly and frantically, he removed it, and touched gently. Letting it fall back in place with shaky hands, tears started to form. He had lost his eye sight in one of his eyes in the battle. He had always wanted scars. But not to be crippled. Ruffnut walked in the door abruptly, the door slamming into the side of the wall and startling Tuffnut.
"Oh hey, numbskull. Your up finally. You
Where did you go?
I miss you.
I realize nowYou were there to help me
To protect me
From my life at the time
When you thought I was okay
On my own.
And I was for a while
But where are you?
I need you now.
You don't need to stay
Like you did before
But I need to see you.
Be reminded of your presence
And the strength and friendship
That was there before.
I need to know
That you still call me friend
As I do consider you.
Please come back to me
Just this once
I need to know you again.
Lisa M. Evangelisti(2004)
Have you ever visited or seen an abandoned amusement park or circus before? They seem to have a melancholic aura full of mystery. It’s easy to say that they can be a bit creepy at times, but the folklore and stories behind them tend to make them all the more intriguing. I was only 15 when I had a first-hand experience of visiting such a place myself.
I had two 13 year-old friends, Kevin and Lisa, who lived in a peaceful neighborhood and enjoyed reading about urban legends. They were raven-haired Caucasian twins with olive green eyes that were the exact same height: 5’8” ft. They informed me through a phone call about a carnival that was hosted in their local area. I didn't want my parents eavesdropping on my conversations again, so I told them I just wanted to pay my friends a visit. I went to their house and asked them why they were telling me this, since I didn’t really care much for festivities of the sort. "A pal of mine told me this carnival lasted for over
My Boyfriend is a Werewolf (Prologue)
It was a bitterly cold dreary night; all was not well as a young mother rushed her five year old son through the streets in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Both were soaking wet with blood stained on their clothes as well as bullet holes piercing through the little boy’s shirt. The mother was average height with an athletic pear shaped build. She had dark brown shoulder length hair, and she only wore a pair of black pajama bottoms with howling wolf decals all over, and a plain white tank top that exposed her midriff due to her large bust size.
The boy was tall for his age with a fairly athletic build like his mother. His hair was brown with a shaggy cut, which he wore matching pajamas. They stepped up to a two story house with a dim porch light flickering erratically. The mother pressed the doorbell while squeezing her son’s hand trying her best to console him as she tried to keep her composure. There was no way she could hide the angry mourn
This is why they are pissed off so badly.Found on :iconcat-man-dancing:'s page. Cat finds a great deal of good writing which most may not see.
From the American Thinker: They are angry because the door to power over all of us was just slammed in their collective faces.
'What is lost on these human fire hoses of vitriol and intolerance is that they, and their smears and violent behavior in a still-civilized society, were foremost among the reasons that people voted for an alternative that did not include their agenda, after years of having radical government officials force liberal “change” down our throats. That their goals or objectives might suffer troubled no one who voted against them, since anything considered desirable and worthy to so many unhinged and irrational people is obviously something to be wary of in a society of people who don’t blow the place up because they are angry. Calling for vindictive retaliation against political opponents, whites, the wealthy, religious, those who hold other belief
You Are Welcome HereI know positivity and hope don't win elections, (at least not this time) but rather than throwing my lot in with either candidate, I really wish there was a magical third option. Other than refusing to choose, not that it matters since I don't live in the US. I wish there was something I could say, something I could do, to make the world seem like less of a harsh, horrible place. Something like....
A video from Arnold Schwarzenegger, yes THAT Arnold Schwarzenegger:
YOU ARE WELCOME HERE. Whoever you voted for. Whatever your opinion, religious beliefs, race, gender, sexuality, I am sick of hate and I'm not going to succumb to it anymore. We may disagree but the last thing I have for you is hate. You Are Welcome Here.
I don't know if it's what you need to hear, I apologize if it's patronizing. But it's pretty much all I've got at the moment.
I don't like to make political posts or weigh in on politics like this, but I'm bored right n
African SJWs: 'Science must FALL'From the blog of Lubos Motl, Swedish Physicist:
Recall that South Africa has been the main pillar of the Western civilization on the African continent. "Decolonialization" began to erode this status decades ago. Nelson Mandela has been lionized but everyone with some forecasting skills must have known that the process he kickstarted was likely to be existentially harmful for the country. I just didn't know that the deterioration would be so fast.
South Africa has some 55 million citizens. Only about 8% are white and 2% are Asian while 80% are racially clean blacks and 10% are mixed. The whites have been a minority over there for centuries but it was the minority that dictated the basic organization of the society which is why the country was a part of the West – an advantage that has worked very well for members of all races who have lived in the country. And yes, indeed, lots of blacks have adopted the Western culture. It is still true to some extent that the Western organizatio
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