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I like the Twilight books waaayyy more than the movies. I like to read fics about vampires more than werewolves and i dont like all human stories much. I like when people think of things in a whole different perspective so unique that it changes the light you see it in. I always look for stories that have a unique interesting idea in them.
"I don't like the term "kidnapping". I prefer to call it Surprise Adoption."
"They say there's no such place as Paradise. Even is you search to the ends of the earth there's nothing there. No matter how far you walk, its always the same road. But in spite of that why am I driven to find it? I hear someone's voice, calling to me..." -Wolf's Rain
vacant interstellar spaces
Holes and holes and holes. They all went together, hand in hand, holes and darkness and broken hearts.
“'Here's a sin -- I'll sin it,’” I quoted. “‘And there's the price of sinning -- and I'll pay.'”
“My love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine,”
When it came time to cut the veggies to be included in the sauce, he insisted on being the one to wield the knife. I giggled at the expression on his face when he saw the knife in my hand. I had to admit his precautions were reasonable, considering my accident history. The funniest part was watching him slice and dice at vampire speed. It made me think of a commercial –
I chuckled to myself. It was a good thing Edward couldn't read my mind, or else he'd be scared away by all the random, bizarre thoughts that pass through my head in the course of a day. Sometimes I even scared myself.
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY WHILE DRINKING FLUIDS, AS SPONTANEOUS LAUGHTER MAY CAUSE YOU TO CHOKE AND/OR TO SPIT SAID FLUIDS ALL OVER YOUR MONITOR!!
Edward was totally lost in emo world.
Ok. Thinking too much. Red alert: need to stop thinking. It’s a very dangerous time when I start to think.
But then, we’ll have to go shopping for our date and I’ll have to taser Bella because she’ll go ballistic when doing the said shopping. She is waaay worse than Alice, she doesn’t go constantly, but when she does…whatever she tells you is a lie. I wonder what size Alice is? I saw a pair of cute shoes the other day. Why am I thinking this? Why is the sky blue? What came first: the chicken or the egg? Why are we here? Is there a god?
I swear I don’t have ADD. Ooo! Shiny!
Not you again. I thought therapy got rid of you!
No. Therapy just made me stronger!
“Ah man! What crawled up their asses and died?” huffed Raven.
“By the looks on their faces, I’d say a herd of elephants.” Remarked Nicole.
I know who I am, but who are you?
No one knows what it's like
No one knows what it's like
“Based on several theories, there is the idea that every single action or decision we make creates another universe in which that action or decision wasn’t taken,”
Everett’s MWI theory
I guess I am related to the Cullens…genetically. That’s really just odd though.
“Wonderful,” I heard Rose say from across the room as I looked over at her. “A female Edward,” she muttered. Even I could hear Edward growl from the kitchen which caused me to giggle.
“Oh c’mon, Rose,” I teased. “I’m not that bad.”
I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
By hurting you
I Love my Dad:
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
Excuse me for this
I told him that our relationship was going to end in either one of two ways: either he dumps me again or I kill him. Simple as that.”
all the nice boys are ugly
all the Hot guys are jerks
and all of the Hot and nice guys
are EDWARD CULLEN
Before the day
Before the time
It all went away
But now those days are gone
And now these days are here
I wish you would remember
But I ignore it all and close my eyes
The last sound I hear is that velvety voice
The last thing I feel is the burn.
How could anything possibly compare to making out with my super hot vampire boyfriend?
Carlisle: Dr. Mcsparkly
“Sounds like breakfast time for the human,” he teased. I glared at him. He pushed me off his lap and helped me upright. I heard my dad moving around in his room. “Go hunt downstairs for some food, love, so you can quiet the hungry beast inside you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Very funny, Edward. Maybe we have some yummy mountain lion in the fridge.” He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Fine,” I sighed. “I’ll go pounce on a Poptart. I think I can manage to subdue it into submission. I’m sure you’ll come running if it gets to be too much for me and you hear my terrified screams for help. Attack of the mutant Poptart. I can see the headlines now: Mutant Poptart Mutilated by Vicious Vampire. ‘Nothing munches my mate!’ he screamed while passionately pummeling the Poptart. What do you think?”
“I’m thinking I may need to have Carlisle investigate mental institutions. I’ll be sure to visit you as often as I can.”
I threw a book at his head, which he promptly caught and began flipping through. I groaned, shut the door and headed downstairs.
Cheddar makes everything better.
“She is fine, more then fine by the sounds of it. She sounds like herself again.” I started to say but was interrupted by Emmett.
“Oh no! Return of the pixie. No body piss her off. Nothing is more dangerous then a pissed off pixie.” He screamed seriously.
Everyone stood stock still for a minute before bursting out laughing; even Edward gave a little chuckle, as Emmett ran from the room.
Pretty pretty please with an Edward on top?
“You’ll always be the beautiful gem that sparkles and lights up my life.”
sex education: 1918
“I don’t remember much due to memory loss but I do remember they said... um… taking things into your own hands might lead to a physical and mental breakdown or even death.”
Each and every snowman was personalized for the Cullens. Then I felt a cool breath on my neck.
“Do you like them?” Edward’s velvety breath asked.
I laughed, turning around. “Of course I do. I might even consider leaving you for the snowman Edward.” I joked.
“Stop.” Bella murmured. We both looked at her to see if she had waken up. “Stop. Or I’ll hit you with a pickle!”
If you're under the age of 11 or 12...you shouldn't even read this,
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.
It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons.
You're a 90's kid if:
You remember watching:
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiin west Philadelphia born and raised . . ."
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
You remember reading "Goosebumps&qu ot;
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not
When everything was settled by:
When kick ball was a daily activity.
When we used to obey our parents
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You remember The Original Game Boy.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching:
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember watching:
You remember Ring Pops.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
You remember boom boxes .vs. cd players.
Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs" :)
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.
One word. . . . . . . .trolls.
Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Lambchop's song never ended.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
Everyone watched the WB.
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy . . .
When gas was 0.95 a gallon.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear...
It is sad because this is true.
Before Tupac was shot.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
Doctor Who Quotes:
The Doctor: And, I'll tell you something else; we just met Queen Victoria!
Rose: Oh I know! She was just sitting there.
The Doctor: Like a stamp!
Rose: I wanted to say [imitating Queen Victoria] "we are not amused". Bet you five quid I can make her say it.
The Doctor: Well if I gambled on that, it'd be an abuse of my privilege as a traveler in time.
Rose: Ten quid?
Rose: Oh, here's trouble. What you been up to?
The Doctor: Oh, this and that. Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat, picked a fight with a clockwork man... [A whinny is heard from off screen] Oh, and I met a horse.
Mickey: What's a horse doing on a spaceship?
The Doctor: Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little perspective!
[After making a heroic entrance to the besieged ballroom at Versailles]Reinette: Oh, this is my lover, the King of France.
The Doctor: [dismissive] Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time.
Yvonne Hartman: She one of yours? [shows the Doctor live footage of Rose, who's been captured]
The Doctor: [shakes his head] Never seen her before in my life.
Yvonne Hartman: Good. Then we can have her shot!
The Doctor: [sighes exasperatedly] Oh alright then, it was worth a try. That's Rose Tyler.
Rose: Sorry. Hello!
Yvonne Hartman: [confused] Well if that's Rose Tyler, who's she!?
Jackie: I'm her mother!
Yvonne Hartman: Oh, you travel with her mother!?
Jackie: He kidnapped me!
The Doctor: Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don't tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother!
[Yvonne chuckles]Jackie: [annoyed] Charming!
The Doctor: I've got a reputation to uphold!
Tim Latimer: He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful.
Colonel Mace: Latest firing stock. What do you think, Doctor?Doctor: [wearing a gas mask] Are you my mummy?Colonel Mace: [annoyed] If you could concentrate...
Ood Sigma: We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending. But the story never ends.
The Doctor: Of course you're not scared. Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard, and look at you! Just... sitting there. You know what I think?
The Doctor: That must be one hell of a scary crack in your wall.
Prisoner Zero: The Atraxi are limited. While I'm in this form, they'll still be unable to detect me. They tracked a phone, not me.
The Doctor: Yeah, but this is the good bit. I mean, this is my favourite bit. Do you know what this phone is full of? Pictures of you. Every form you’ve learned to take, right here. Ooh, and being uploaded about now. And the final score is: no TARDIS, no screwdriver, two minutes to spare: Who da man?! [Everyone looks at him unimpressed; petulantly] Okay, that's... I’m never saying that again. Fine.The Doctor: Is this world protected? You're not the first to come here. There have been so, so many others.[The Atraxi scans through pictures of Cybermen, Daleks, Racnoss, Sea Devils, Slitheen etc.]The Doctor: And what you have to ask yourself is... what happened to them?[The Atraxi shows pictures of the first to tenth Doctors, finishing with an image of the tenth Doctor that the eleventh Doctor then steps through]The Doctor: Hello. I'm the Doctor. Basically... run.[The Atraxi ship leaves immediately and at great speed]
Poem Girl: A horse and a man, above, below / One has a plan, but both must go / Mile after mile, above, beneath / One has a smile, and one has teeth / Though the man above might say hello / Expect no love from the beast below...[The Doctor and Amy are stuck in the mouth of the beast, and it is about to swallow them]Amy Pond: What are you doing?!?The Doctor: I'm vibrating the chemoreceptors.Amy Pond: Chemo-what?
The Doctor: The Eject Button!
Amy Pond: How does a mouth have an eject button?!
The Doctor: Think about it![The opposite end of the monster opens up, and a liquid substance begins to quickly head towards them]The Doctor: Right then...[Fixes his jacket and Bow-Tie]...This isn't going to be big on dignity.[Amy and The Doctor continue to look as the liquid gets closer]
The Doctor: GERONIMO!
[Amy answers the TARDIS phone]Amy: Hello? Sorry, who? No, seriously. Who? [To the Doctor] Says he's the Prime Minister. First the Queen, now the Prime Minister? Get about, don't you?
The Doctor: Which Prime Minister?
Amy: [To the phone] Er, which Prime Minister? [To the Doctor] The British one.
The Doctor: Which British one?
Amy: [To the phone] Which British one? [Beat. To the Doctor] Winston Churchill for you.
The Doctor: Oh! [Takes the phone] Hello dear! What's up?
Winston Churchill: Tricky situation, Doctor. Potentially very dangerous.[The shadow of a Dalek moves onscreen]Winston Churchill: I think I'm going to need you.
The Doctor: Don't worry about a thing, Prime Minister. We're on our way.
Amy: So what do we do, is this what we do now? Chase after them?
The Doctor: This is what I do, yeah, and it's dangerous, so you wait here.
Amy: So I've got to stay safe down here... in the middle of the London Blitz?
The Doctor: Safest it gets, around me.[He closes the door and the TARDIS disappears, leaving Amy and Churchill.]
Amy: Well, what does he expect us to do now?
Churchill: KBO, of course.
Churchill: Keep Buggering On
Strategist Dalek: Scans show that the device is harmless; the TARDIS self destruct does not exist!
The Doctor: The writing... the graffiti: Old High Gallifreyan. [dramatically] The lost language of the Time Lords. There were days, many days, where these words could burn stars, raise up empires, and topple gods.
Amy: What does it say?
The Doctor: [hesitates then, exasperatedly] "Hello sweetie".
Father Octavian: You promised me an army.
River: No, I promised you the equivalent of an army. This... is the Doctor.
Amy: So, a maze of the dead.
River Song: It's not as bad as it sounds. It's just a labyrinth with dead people in the walls... ok, it's as bad as it sounds.
The Doctor: [aiming gun at the ceiling] There's one thing you never put in a trap, if you're smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there's one thing you never ever put in a trap.
Angel Bob: What would that be, sir?
The Doctor: Me.
[Rory is at his stag party; music is playing; there is a paper cake in the middle of the pub. The men cheer for the "beautiful woman" to come out of the cake ("Out, out, out, out..."), however to their surprise the Doctor pops out instead. Rory shakes his head as he realises who it is.]
The Doctor: Rory! [feedback whines; music stops] That's a relief! I thought I had burst out of the wrong cake. Again. That reminds me, there's a girl standing outside in a bikini. Can someone let her in and give her a jumper? Lucy. Lovely girl. [whispers] Diabetic.[everyone continues staring at him]
The Doctor: Now then, Rory, we need to talk about your fiance. [Rory smiles] She tried to kiss me. [Crowd draws breath; Rory is visibly shocked] Tell you what though, you're a lucky man; she's a great kisser! [Glass smashes; Doctor realises what he just said] ...Funny how you can say things in your head and it sounds fine.
[It is Rory's first time in the TARDIS]The Doctor: It's a lot to take in, isn't it? Tiny box, huge room inside; what's that about? Let me explain...
Rory: It's another dimension.
The Doctor: It's basically another dimensi... what?
Rory: After what happened with Prisoner Zero, I've been reading up on all the latest scientific theories. FTL travel, parallel universes.
The Doctor: I like the bit when someone says "It's bigger on the inside!" I always look forward to that. [The Doctor looks annoyed, then smiles]
The Doctor: Can't see a thing.
Rory: Well its a good thing I brought this then [Produces a tiny torch]
The Doctor: [Produces a rather larger item] Ultraviolet Portable Sunlight.
Rory: [Stares at the item] Your's is bigger than mine.
The Doctor: Let's not go there.