#anygood?

[bestrongbebrave49]

Teeny, tiny snippet from a current WIP (definitely subject to change); As the howling winds of the Northern gales raged around her, she strode forwards, metal capped boots crunching thick, crisp snow as effortlessly as a blade through butter.

[intelligentshadeofbluebox]

Yuuri! On Ice?

My dash keeps getting decorated with stuff about this anime, and it looks interesting. But, I’m wondering if it’s any good, and if anyone can tell me more about what it’s about and where I can view it?  Also, does it follow the usual anime boyXboy formula, or is it unique?

Thanks to anyone who can answer this in advance!

[starksus]

I am the sun And I burn Everyone who Get Close too me .

[f0rever-bubbline]

First real try - Marcaline is sat on the couch in her dark dingy flat, flicking through the channels aimlessly. She comes across a music channel and seems disinterested at best; the rock channel usually entertained her at least for a few moments, but not tonight. Suddenly she comes across a cooking channel, and a smile creeps across her face. Slightly embarrassed, she wipes it away and continues to channel surf. Her fingers are hovering over the back button, she appears hesitant to flick back a channel. Even though she is alone in her flat, and the curtains are drawn, she still feels like if she returned to that channel, someone would catch her. She ponders this thought for a second, then decided to do so. The chief was just pulling out a freshly baked batch of brownies as Marcaline tuned in. She felt a sudden shudder engulf her, as she began to slowly sit upright. The chiefs voice was static noise to her now, her widening emerald eyes were far too immersed in the brownies. The TV show ended shortly after and the credits began to roll up the screen. Marcaline felt flustered but excited by this sudden, unexpected turn of events from tonight. Sudden flashes of the princesses face crossed her mind, as she lay back, closed her eyes and took off her jeans. Just as the theme song had ended, Finn an jake burst through the door. “WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS SHE, MARCALINE?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE PRINCESS?!” Feeling incredibly embarrassed and almost falling over; trying to stand up quickly and pull her t-shirt over her trouser-less legs. “W..what do you mean? I haven’t done anything with the princess!” Jake seemed to have taken the shape of a log, as if to break down her flat door. Privacy wasn’t a thing these boys knew well, apparently. Still holding her t-shirt over her exposed thighs, Marcaline begins to panic. ‘What has happened to the princess? Who has her? Is she hurt? Why do Finn and jake seem to think I have her? Has she mentioned that she was coming to see me?’ Before she could continue this mental ramble, Finn jumps over to her and stands right ontop of her coffee table, almost knocking over her old tv. He holds in his hand a note written on pastel pink partridge, with love hearts surrounding it - clearly from the castle. ‘You all deserve a better queen.’ The last three letters of queen were smudged and seemed to trail downward, it was not like the princess to be so slack-Especially with her writting. Marcaline had noticed this first off, seeing as the princess forever scolded her for her lack of grammar and punctuation. “Why do you assume I’ve taken her, Finn? Hmm? You know we fe…we’re friends, man. Why would I hurt her?” Before Finn could even reply, jake stretches over and appears very close to Marcaline’s face; which annoys her more than she lets on. “Where is she man? You better not be hiding her here. I’ll smell her out and then you’ll have some real trouble on your hands, Marcaline!” “Calm your dog, Finn. It appears his leash is a little long, wouldn’t you say…” She huffed, as she turned away from them. Her eyes slightly widened as she pondered the princesses whereabouts. Turning her head slightly to the side she said, “Even if I did have her here, you wouldn’t find her.” Laughing sadistically, as if not to let on she was worried. “Let me grab my jeans and I’ll help you find her. Err…maybe she knows where my bass has gone too. I can’t seem to find it…” Unbeknown to her, the bass guitar was hanging slightly out of her bedroom door; She had laid it there so she could slump on the sofa earlier this evening. Clambering for her jeans, Marcaline orders jake and Finn to wait outside as she gets dressed. They don’t budge though, just turn around so their backs are too her.

[acecritter]

Has anyone read The Goddess test? I just tried to read it, but couldn't get past chapter 4. Just curious if it's really worth reading, because at one point it was so laughable, I had to stop for ten minutes to catch my breath.

[thelesbianurmotherwarnedyouabout]

Have you ever felt pain or sadness? Heartbroken? That overwhelming feeling in your chest, in your heart just sitting there? So you breathe in as deep as you can hoping that it will go away, but it's still there... You exhale, feeling all that pain, sadness and heartbreak slowly leave. It's only for a few seconds, a temporary fix, but those few seconds you feel nothing and invincible at the same time, like nothing can hurt you, like normal. How you were before you got yourself into all that pain, sadness and heartbreak; and then it all comes flooding back, that overwhelming feeling in your chest, and you heart and you just have to live with it until the next temporary fix.

[learning-forever-and-never-blog]

Crushed

You speak those words, I instantly listen. My ears pick up your voice In a sea of voices. My heart skips a beat, My stomach flutters. You say those three words again, I am alive, joyful, happy... Then I realize, Those words... Weren't meant for me.

[bachelorrettehood]

Ring a Ding-Ding

Assignment: Copy Lopate's style in Portrait of My Body. 

Not sure if this is any good... thoughts please!

My left ring finger is perfect to me. Thin, normal, no chunky knuckles or unseemly hair. It’s light, soft, well moisturized. But it’s small-- a size 5. No one makes rings in a size five. Going to Claire’s or So Good to buy cheap, glitzy rings is a no go for me. I have to wear rings on my middle finger, because I’m not going to have those crappy rings sized for more than I paid for them.

Everyone’s threatened by my ring finger. It makes everyone uncomfortable, especially my dad, who looks at it, then at my face, and asks me again, “What’s the matter? No cute boys at school?” Is this all my ring finger is good for? To act as a hanger for a piece of jewelry that marks me as someone else’s property? Being part of the five fingers on my hand isn’t enough of a job for it?

Stores have conspired against my tiny ring finger. I’ve never been able to receive or buy a nice ring without having to send it immediately off to be sized. I can’t wear it out of the store, show it to a friend and say, “Look what I got today!”

Not that they’ll care. Their responses will usually be something like, “Did you really need that?” or “Who bought that for you?” Because, didn’t you know, a ring isn’t really worth it unless someone else put it on your finger.