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Is it Wrong to Love Star Wars?Is it really wrong
To want to be a Jedi
To use the force
Destroy a sith
With a wave of my lightsaber
Get trained by Yoda
Be on the rebel side
Kill some storm troopers
Call Darth Vader Anaken Skywalker
Live on the planet of Tatooine
Joke around with Han Solo
Hang out with Chewie
Play a game with Threepio
Befriend an Ewok?
Is it really wrong to love Star Wars?
Hi, I'm a Cat"Hi I'm a cat
I'm going to bother you
I want attention
If you pet me wrong I'll hiss
I stand outside your door meowing
I hog the bed
If you don't open the door I'll do it myself
I find it amusing to cling to your legs
Sleeping on the chair you wanted to read in is fun
I won't listen to you
I get pissed when you try to play with me
You let me in your room, I want to go back out
I like to make you annoyed
Hi I'm a cat"
Kony 2012I know this isn't a journal but this needs to be heard!
Here's the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc SPREAD THE WORD!
Guess what?!Hey guess what?
Karma's a bitch ain't it?
This is what you get
You think your superman?
You make my life
A living Hell
Now look at you
I hope this is a lesson
Tomboy at HeartI'm a girl
I love video games
I can name any Legend of Zelda character
I don't give a crap about breaking a nail
I hate the color pink
I love baseball
I like to drive the lawn mower
low cut shirts make me feel insecure
I wear sneakers to school
I don't cower away from the ball at gym
I wear jeans not skirts
I hate cleaning
Minecraft is my addiction
I can make Skyrim jokes with my brother
I don't like Pokemon because Pikachu is cute
I know what an N64 is
I spit sometimes
I'll climb a tree, any chance I get
I pick up worms
I don't care about dirt getting on me
I can punch harder than my cousins
I sometimes wear boy clothing
I burp when I drink soda
I'm a tomboy at heart<3
Anime BoysI want a boy that's as cool as Soul Eater
I want a bad boy like Beyond Birthday
I want a determined boy like Edward Elric
I want a singer like Len Kagamine
I want a boy who likes me as a friend too like Axel
I want somebody who's funny like Fred Weasley
Why aren't anime and book boys real?
Why aren't boys like them?
I want a mixture
I want all of them combined
Why aren't you like them?
Its Watching Me - Monster? Levi x Reader
In a night without the moon
a certain monster lurks
It watches intently
And when the moon is blue and full
You couldn’t explain it but you felt a certain set of eyes staring at you when you went to sleep.
Everyday you would go to school, do homework, and sleep. Repeat that routine five more times and that was your whole school week.
You always longed for something interesting to happen in your life but as usual with wishes nothing happened.
And no you weren’t a lonely or unsociable person. You had a great set of friends but namely the people you trusted your life with was Levi, Erwin, and Mikasa.
They were almost always around to talk to even though they had their own lives to deal with.
You sighed into your hand while doing your homework on your bed. “Highschool sucks”
Finally finishing homework, you put down your stuff and turned off the light.
And there the monster lurks
The Dance Team pt. 1"Just tell me what it is, already!" Gwen begged as she collapsed her well-padded bottom into Marisa's well-worn sofa. It squeaked in response to the sudden weight, "Oh! Probably oughta be more careful on this thing!"
Marisa stopped in her tracks to look at her friend, who was at that moment, pinching at her stomach, at the soft padding pooching proudly over her jeans, "You're joking, right?" She said, pulling her shirt up a bit to display her own thick, fleshy stomach, huge and heavy, hanging down over the front of her pants, "That couch is awesome. It can take me, you ain't got nothing to worry about, trust me!"
She walked to the side of the TV, where she stopped for dramatic effect, pushing her billowing bosom out, puffing with pride, a wide smile on her round face, "Okay, so you remember senior year, right, when my mom decided it would be a good idea to interview the dance team and record our shows?"
Gwen remembered, "Yeah?" She saw the grin on Marisa's face, "You didn't."
.: Reader x Sollux: Hack Wars (Masterpost) :."Must...
You muttered to yourself as you sat up in bed, groggily. Your hair was ruffled and you could personally care less.Though the fact was true, there was one thing you did care about. What day of week it was. You had a natural setting in your mind to wake yourself up around when you set your alarm clock to go off. Wait- your alarm clock didn't go off. What time was it? 7:05 A.M, February 25th, 2013. School canceled due to unexpected snow storm. Your digital calendar read.
You stood up and yawned, a small smile stretching across your face. No school today. Sweet. Just to be sure, you peeked out your window and surely enough, snow was everywhere. You hope your cat is okay...Yeah, you let her in last night. With another yawn, you shuffled over to your laptop and cracked it open.
Password wrong; attempts until auto-shutdown: 2
You stared at your screen; it took you a good five seconds to realize what
The Dance Team pt. 2Marisa was talking to a short, busty blonde when she saw Gwen storming out from the back.
Marisa held up a hand, motioning for the girl speaking to hush, apologizing, "Sorry, Tara, but I gotta cut you off. She just came out."
Tara understood, she nodding quickly and walking away from the scene.
Gwen was looking good, Marisa thought, hot as hell, and entirely pissed off. She didn't move towards her, just watched, enraptured, as her friend moved in her direction, wearing what must have been tonight's scheduled work attire, a blue, strappy bikini, the breasts studded with sequins and all of it entirely too small for a woman of her size. This last fact was more evident than ever just now, with the way she was walking, raging, conscious of the way her her thick, exposed body was jiggling with every step, but not in the mood to care about it. She looked furious, to put it lightly, her forehead was wrinkled with rage. She still had that hourglass shape, but it was a very thick hourglas
England x reader : KingI do not own hetalia or you~
The song is King by Lauren Aquilina
16 years old
I sat quietly right outside England's bedroom. I could hear him quietly crying. I felt my heart ache knowing that he still missed America. I know I'm not a strong nation like America...but I'm trying...I'm the nation of (c/n). I sighed and looked at the guitar next to me. I had written the song for England...hoping it would make him feel better. I stood and took a deep breath and stood. I left my guitar in the hallway and pushed open the door. England was sitting with his back to the door looking out the window. "England..." I said softly looking at his blonde messy hair. "(C/n)....come here love." He said. His voice cracked ever so slightly. I walked over and sat next to him. "You know...i never thought he would leave me...but he did...and now that I have you...all I'm expecting is for you do leave me." I looked at the side of his face. I watched a tear roll down it. "England..." I whispered. I lo
The Dance Team pt. 3The next morning, Marisa woke up first, and she didn't waste any time before she began planning. She was good with plans, she always had been, and the one in her head was one of her best yet.
She buzzed around the apartment, trying to be quiet, stepping as lightly as her 280 pound body could manage, setting things in place, making phone calls, knowing full well it might all be for nothing. Gwen was crucial to all this, and when she woke up, Marisa asked immediately, hoping for a specific answer, "You still up for it?"
Gwen sat quiet for a second, and Marisa's anxiety rose, but when she answered, it was with a submissive shrug and an unenthused, "Yeah, what the hell, let's do it."
Marisa held her excitement to a slight grin, "Breakfast?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Marisa half-laughed, "Kinda, a little, yeah. Breakfast means heading out, and you, uh, don't look ready."
Gwen looked down at herself, and saw a mess. She looked a slob, staring down at the soft, exposed mass of her once-fit f
D is for DisintegrationI’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient. I wanted to live off the grid- use solar energy for power and grow all my own food. When I accomplished this it was my finest hour. It had been hard, much harder than I anticipated but I did it. I had land which I farmed, a home built from sustainable materials, I was alone but happy- so busy that I didn’t have time to feel lonely. I felt an incredible sense of achievement for escaping the life most people led.
I thought most humans were greedy and gluttonous, so lazy in an age of technology that spurred nothing but anti-social behavior and a blatant disregard for our planet. I believe it was that disregard which brings us where we are today. I lived on my farm for less than a year when the earth was done with being robbed of its fossil fuels and had begun its disintegration.
It started with natural disasters. A host of seismic activity shook the world. Earthquakes ripped apart fault lines and great chasms were formed that
The Dance Team pt. 4Eight weeks is what it took.
They spent a full two months of preparing, working, lazing, growing, strengthening, and the effort had paid off.
They were in Marisa's apartment that day, they were less than modest, and their 'hard work' was clear to see.
There was food all around the room, but in a strange turn of events, neither woman was indulging. Gwen was in the couch, soft fabric stretchy shorts and no bra, deep in thought, and of the pair, she was the most clearly affected by the month and a half of training. Her gain had never been fast before, she'd had a slow, gradual, but continuous expansion for years, but the past few weeks, under the Marisa's mentorship, she'd positively exploded outward. She'd gained twenty pounds a month, two months in a row, and none of this new weight was muscle. Her bottom-heavy hourglass figure was more evident than ever, her genetics somehow holding it together in the face of her gain, but these days, the hourglass looked large enough to house ev
Unexpected DevilThe ground was illuminated by the vivid flames. Whipping shadows danced along it, reaching the small feet of a child. She stood still, mesmerized by the fire that engulfed her home. The flames were dimmed upon her body but showed what she experienced shortly. Smoke stained her alabaster skin. Her bunny nightgown was singed and torn. Large strands of her hair were burnt off. Her appearance held a little of the damage the fire caused. If she were to stay in its embrace longer, she would have become what her family is now.
But outside she was, sucking her thumb, and holding the hand of her friend, who stood as a statue beside her, watching the flames devour the house, the hues of orange and red flicker within his dark eyes. The wind the fire produced blew back his hair, making it lash out at his face and the ends lashing at the little girl. Veins bulged from his hand as he squeezed the little girl’s; she flinched.
“Please do not be scared,” he pleaded, swaying her hand f
Shorts1 Sasuke's adviceNaruto didn't know how to respond to the kiss, he just stood there mesmerized by her soft pink lips, just currently on his. "S-sorry Naruto I didn't mean to." Hinata said, looking at the ground with her innocent grey eyes. "No, no Hinata don't be sorry it's just you surprised me that's all." Naruto said, smiling nervously. They stood there like that for a moment until Naruto broke the silence, "Uh I have to go, you know Hokage stuff, see ya!" He jumped from the roof and down to the awaiting grass below. He started to walk towards the ramen shop, his mind full of thoughts. "Hey loser you walked into me." Sasuke said from above Naruto. Naruto didn't even notice he bumped into Sasuke, or that he was now on his butt on the dirt road. "Sorry Sasuke I was just thinking." Naruto said, climbing back up to his feet. "Whatever loser just don't do it again." Sasuke said, walking next to Naruto. "Sasuke can i talk to you about something......personal?" Sasuke blinked at the question. "Um yeah sure
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