Author has written 13 stories for Alex Rider, Young Justice, and Rise of the Guardians.
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THIS IS FULL OF UNIMPORTANT JUNK. I OWN NONE OF IT. This all comes from somewhere that's not me.
"The human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them."
"If you can't blow them away with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit."
"The worst thing is when someone insults you and they're right."
"The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly." — F. Scott Fitzgerald
"The first step to recovery is admitting you've gotta problem, you know?”
"A good book should leave you... slightly exhausted at the end."
"If they want you in their life, they'll put you there. You shouldn't have to fight for a spot."
"If no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad of a decision can it really be."
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba [There comes a lion]
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama [Oh yes, it's a lion]
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama Ingonyama
The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
Worries of being a writer:
•Is this the right word? •How am I supposed to get my characters to the next plot point? •Am I using too many words? •Are my characters completely unlikable? •How do beginnings work? •And also, what’s with endings? •Dang it, there’s that stuff in-between as well… •Will this darn thing ever get finished? •Who will ever want to read my crap? •Does the plot even make sense? •I hope nothing happens to my computer! •Is the voice strong enough? •Am I spending enough time on my writing?
By usefulCriticizer OR shannahmcgill.tumblr.com
There are approximately 1,013,913 words in the English language but I could never string any of them together to explain how much I want to murder you.
Agelast - a person who never laughs.
Basorexia - an overwhelming desire to kiss.
Wanweird - an unhappy fate.
Dystopia - an imaginary place of total misery; metaphor for hell.
Anagapesis - the feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Alexithymia - n. The inability to verbalize your emotions or lack of emotional response. Difficulty in experiencing, expressing, and describing emotion. A failure to express feelings either verbally or non-verbally, especially when talking about issues that would normally require an emotional response. Poor modulation of feelings, significantly reduced intensity in emotional expression
Schadenfreude - n.Pleasure derived by someone from another person's misfortune.
The first time I say I love you, your face crumbles
you grasp your head, fist your hair, hiss "Why me"
whisper "Why me I am weak I am dirt I am dust I am nothing"
Because the earth is made of dust and dirt
and you are as essential to me as earth is to sky
The dirt and the dust are not weak
I could build a house out of you;
you are the roof when I rain
"It's too early to be alive."
"You can't say that!"
"Satan bless it, then"
One Two Three Four I declare a time war
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve The Doctor died, and Silence Fell
Twelve Eleven Ten Nine. Here he goes, back in time
Eight Seven Six Five Saving Everybody’s lives
Four Three Two One Grab her hand And whisper “Run.”
Ϯ Ϯ Ϯ
I love how cold and focused your eyes are. I look forward t o the day when those eyes will be wide with agony.
The meaning of life: …I would explain it to you, but your head would explode
I want to paint my face
Mahlyenki Dyavol (little devil)
Boo to the ya.
Hell to the yeah.
"Jesus, God, Mary, Joseph and Lucifer," he cursed at last.
"Growing old isn't an option but growing up is. I opted out."
Trick or Treat give me something good to eat, if you don't, I don't care, I'll get Pitch to take all your underwear
"I hope I live to regret this."
He really did hope he lived to regret this.
"Don't threaten me with a good time,"
Tsunade - I swear to drunk I'm not god.
The other Guardians don’t understand why Jack doesn’t want to be a Guardian. But they don’t know what it’s like to have no one believe in you. They don’t know what it’s like to wake up one day with amazing powers, but no memory and no one can see you. They don’t know what it’s like to be ignored and unseen.
I really think Jack has a foul mouth. I don’t know why this popped in my head but, I don’t imagine him saintly. I mean he is the guardian of mischief and chaos. When Jack does use sexual innuendos or curses the other guardians are taken a back. They always scold him for it. Jack thinks this is hilarious and continues anyway.
"Always remember when a guy sweeps you off your feet; he's in the perfect position to drop you on your ass." -Some random genius.
"If you punch me again, I will bitch slap you."
You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
Be insane- well behaved people never made history.
“You think too much.”
“You think too little. What if the ice cracks?”
“It won’t crack.”
They laugh because we're losers . . . . We laugh because they just figured it out.
The person who smiles when things go wrong has found someone to blame it on.
Fighting is mind over matter. I don't mind, and you don't matter.
You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will be misquoted and used against you.
Why be difficult, when, with just a little bit of effort, you can be impossible?
I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
I'm not clumsy, the floor just hates me.
I believe you should live each day as if it were your last, which is why I don't do my laundry. I mean, come on, who would wanna wash clothes on the last day of their life?
It takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 to smile, and only 4 to reach out and slap someone.
You taketh, you giveth.
"It's a lonely cold world. Get your arse a blanket and learn to stand alone."
As soon as I stepped into the room that Dora had opened the door to, I was back to mourning the death of my dignity.
The next morning Germany awoke groggily rolled over to check the clock on his nightstand. His eyes were still adjusting to the morning light. He was pink fabric, pale skin, and... a curl?
"ITALY! HOW ZE HOLY FUHRER DID YOU GET IN MY BED?!"
Ludwig couldn't help himself; for the first time all year he broke out into a full-blown laugh. Such a laugh from him was a rare phenomenon, one which when it occurred, usually had the unintended effect of making everyone who heard it feel at least a little uneasy, both because it was so contraire to his usual ovelry serious nature and because it possessed a dark, dangerous quality which made it sounds like the laugh of a sadist who was about to do something horrible to someone than a man who genuinely found something innocent funny.
"Okay, now I know the pilot and I got his permission to take you up to the flight deck. Remember what I told you about the controls -- you know, the buttons and switches?"
She nodded soberly. "Touch them all." The Sergeant snickered.
"Lord, help me," Rhodey muttered, looking up at the ceiling. "Touch none of them."
"Yes, sir." Darcy grinned. "Touch all of them."
"Sure, no problem. Can I help you with that?"
"If you want to hand me things, I'll be your best friend."
"Gee, you're cheap."
“Do you not care about him anymore?”
Ludwig tensed, his heart in his throat, and glanced down at the girl staring fixedly up at him.
Ludwig faltered, trying to gather enough words into a convincing lie. But the tear tracks on Elizaveta’s face, the slight tremor to her shoulders made him change his mind at the last minute.
“With all my heart I do,” he said quietly, defeated. “And am cursed to always.”
Elizaveta tilted her head to the side, still staring at him before she pushed herself to her feet and took Ludwig’s hand.
“Then it’s silly of me to be mad at you when it isn’t your fault either. Curses are terrible things,” she said decisively, as though trying to convince herself. She tugged on his hand and stared sternly up at him. “But you need to be happier,” she ordered. “That is the wrong kind of face to make, Mr. Ludwig. My cousin will be even angrier if you show up in front of him looking like the farmer just shot your dog.”
“Just shot my—what a beautiful image,” Ludwig mumbled, keeping a tight hold on the young girl’s hand as he led them out of the storeroom. He locked the door behind them and began walking back upstairs.
“I promise I do not usually laugh, sir,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to attempt to alleviate their stinging. “Nor do I babble or talk incoherently. The decision has… taken its toll on me. So to speak.”
“I would recommend against you laughing in the future, yes. It is quite terrifying,”
“You are terrifying when you laugh, I hope you know,” Gilbert said lightly, straightening his collar one last time. “You should probably not laugh around anyone else. They would grow frightened and burn you at the stake for being possessed. It isn’t a risk worth taking.”
“So you are to be the only victim of my laughter, am I understanding that correctly?” Ludwig asked, playing along as he fetched Gilbert’s shoes and sat down to give them a quick polish. Gilbert sat down on the bed, bouncing slightly until Ludwig gave him a warning look and he fell still.
“Something like that, yes.”
"I don't believe that for one minute, I'm a lawyer. You can't bullshit a bullshitter, son"
"Look, there's an easy way to do this."
"Oh?" Germany looks over at him, clearly interested in anything that will cut down on conflict enough to allow meetings to actually progress.
"Try not to offend anyone"
"Are you suggesting I don't speak" it was more a statement than a question.
"...that would be preferable, yes."
With travel companions like Bruce, Alfred, Jason, Dinah and Wally, he would make it.
After all, he was no longer a victim. He was a survivor.
“That’s it,” Wally said when the credits were rolling. “We’re having a marathon.”
“It’s a school night,” Dick reminded him.
“I had a pet rock when I was five.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Oh, sorry. I thought we were talking about things that didn’t matter.”
“So, I was thinking.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“You’re not a man, Wally.”
“I will be in November! Just you wait.”
Dick cackled. “You make it sound like you’ll wake up on November the eleventh built like Superman and hairier than a grizzly.”
“Who’s to say I won’t?” Wally challenged. “I’ll prove you wrong, Grayson.”
“Sure thing, Kid Virility.”
“Did you just call me Kid Virginity?!”
That was more than Dick could take. He fell facefirst onto the grass, positively howling. Wally threw his packet of marshmallows at him.
“Now listen here, you little shit!” But he was laughing too. “I’ll have you know I touched a boob once!”
“Once.” Dick was too far gone to form complete sentences by this point. “Once!”
“Okay, Boy Ladykiller, you do better!” Wally’s challenge was ignored because Dick was still flailing on the ground. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”
“Can’t. Breathe.” Tears were streaming down Dick’s face.
“He’s lost it,” Wally said to no one in particular. “He’s finally snapped.”
Dick took a huge gulp of air and finally found where he’d left his composure. He rolled over onto his back, panting and giggling every few seconds. “I am so sorry,” he said when he’d gotten himself back under control. Wally was still watching him incredulously.
“You’re a complete basketcase, Dick,” he said, echoing Dick’s fond tone from earlier in the night.
“Was there ever any doubt?”
Wally snorted. “You adorable little shit.”
“It’s a gift,”
Wally squeezed his shoulder. “I take it the ride to and from the police station didn’t help the cabin fever?”
“Not one bit. I didn’t even get the ice cream I was promised.”
Wally gasped dramatically. “What? No! That is cruelty!” He gathered Dick in his arms and started to rock him, ignoring the former Boy Wonder’s squirming. “You poor, poor thing. You’ve been through a dreadful experience!”
“Get off me!”
“How could anyone be so heartless to deny you?”
“Wally, I will hurt you.”
“Who could deny such a sweet, gentle—oof!” Dick had punched him in the gut to get away. “It’s okay, I forgive you. You’ve just lived through a traumatic experience.”
“Grab me like that again and I’ll give you a traumatic experience,” Dick growled, though he wasn’t being entirely serious at this point.
“Do you need a hug? I think you need a hug.”
“Sure, Wally, sure. Let me just hug your neck here,real tight…”
“That’s a headlock, Dick!”
“Everyone’s a critic.” Dick dragged Wally closer so the older boy’s face was buried in the bedcovers beside him, muffling his protests. “Ah, blessed peace.” Wally struggled free; Dick let him.
It’s going to be okay.”
“It’s not,” Dick choked. “Don’t lie to me. Just… don’t.”
“All right. I’m going to try and make it okay. Best fix-up job I can manage.”
“You’re a terrible handyman.” Dick laughed weakly. “Can’t even put a bookshelf together. God, you can build a whole supercomputer from scratch but you can’t follow Ikea instructions.”
“Hey, to be fair, those instructions make no sense.” Bruce pulled back a little and brushed the tears off Dick’s cheeks.
“Why did you even buy stuff from Ikea when you’ve got enough money to fund a small country?”
“I was curious.”
Dick snorted. “You know, for the World’s Greatest Detective, you’re a real moron sometimes.”
Bruce laughed, ruffling Dick’s hair. “World’s Greatest Moron, reporting for duty.”
“Oh, God.” Dick suddenly looked out the window.
“Bruce, you’re cracking jokes. The world’s got to be ending any second now.”
“I resent that.” Both of them laughed.
"So," he said. "The fact that he's finally getting the fucking he so richly deserves. Think that makes things easier for us, or harder?"
"What us. There is no us. This isn't a relationship, this is what bad judgment looks like."
“Like Hawkeye’d let you around office supplies unsupervised,” Ed snarked. “You could choke on that stuff.”
“Ha, ha,” Roy said, dryly. “You’re hilarious. Point is that - I - will you come out here? I feel ridiculous having this conversation through my bathroom door.”
“But, Roy!” Ed called, putting on a fake southern American accent. “I’m not decent!”
Roy was silent, and Ed blinked at the door, before the man called through the door, “That doesn’t exactly deter me from wanting you on the other side of the door.”
“Here,” Edward said, clearing his throat. Mustang startled and looked up, and then looked at the sandwich that Ed was pushing towards him, neatly wrapped in saran-wrap.
Mustang stared at it, and then took it, unwrapping it and laying it out over his paperwork. “You’re still here. I thought you would have left after-”
“I’m not a total asshole,” Ed groused, and glared at the sitting man. “‘Sides, I’m sure you get bitchy when you’re hungry.”
Mustang made a sound of affirmation and took a bite of his sandwich, before swallowing. Ed’s gaze conveniently found itself pinned to a picture of Mustang’s team on his desk. “Speaking from experience?”
“Fuck off, Mustang,” Ed bit out. “I’m heading out after this anyway - I gotta get back to the lab and check the tox screen.” And hopefully after that he’d be at Solaris’ bar, and two feet away from Matthew Halsey’s new ‘friend’.
“Oh,” Mustang said, and set down his sandwich. “Do you-” He stopped himself suddenly, eyes closing before he opened them and rolled them. “I was going to ask if you needed a ride but you’re the one that drove me here.”
“Aw,” Ed mocked. “Does your IQ also drop when you’re hungry?”
“Brat,” Mustang growled under his breath, and glared up at him. “You can leave now.”
“Was planning on it, bastard,”
"We were just discussing the probability of her getting preg-"
"Finish that sentence and die,"
“Don’t confuse my personality with my attitude. My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are.”
“I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.”
"Mr. Sulu! Warp factor three- let's get out there and find some more trouble."
He opened his mouth to argue but she gave him a look look that clearly said 'Argue and Die'.
"Fine, but no alcohol and don't ya overdo it. Surprised you're not ready to keel over after ticklin' the kid so much."
"Because, that was fun and fun gives me more energy. I'm just special like that." Jim grinned smugly.
"Yeah, yer special a'right, specially stupid,"
Bones closed his book and wrinkled his nose at Jim’s drink. “Ugh. God, I can smell the sugar from here. How in the world can you drink that?”
“Maybe my tastebuds just aren’t as matured as yours,” Jim shrugged, and smiled as he broke off a chunk of the blueberry muffin he’d bought along with the coffee. “Of course, you do have a head start.”
“Yeah, I’m all of six years older than you,” Bones said dryly. “One foot practically in the grave. Now what do you want?”
“Want?” Jim frowned. “Can’t I just want to have a cup of coffee with a friend?”
“You don’t drink coffee, you drink coffee-flavored sugar,”
"Cas! Put down that camera and help me down from this fucking tree!"
"I'm documenting evidence."
"Evidence of what?"
"SO HELP ME GOD, WHEN I GET DOWN FROM HERE –"
Does this happen often?" Castiel asks.
Bobby rubs his temple. "Depressingly so."
He gave a huge grin before hugging Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes and sighed as he hugged back.
"I knew you loved chick-flick moments!" Sam exclaimed playfully.
"You started it!" Dean defended, smile twitching on his lips.
"Love you Dean." Sam whispered, burying his head into Dean's shoulder.
"I'm so not going that far." Dean pouted stubbornly.
He paused, giving a sigh before replying, "Love you too, bitch."
"The wrath of Gabriel is terrifying. The wrath of your brother is… somehow worse."
"Yes, Dean. Oh."
"I think 'happy' is an understatement Cas. She'd probably shit kittens and puke rainbows."
"Boy, I'd smack you upside the head but your skull's so thick, you probably wouldn't feel it."
"Can I shoot her?" Dean asked.
"Not in public." Sam said.
"You said Dean doesn't go by Dean anymore, what name does he go by." Henry asked and everyone listened for Castiel's answer.
"Baron Arald has summoned me to the castle. I'll probably be a while so don't get into any mischief," said Halt.
"If I could then I would, but I can't so I shan't," replied Will, gesturing to his leg.
Halt gave Will a steady look. "Have been learning a new language in your spare time?"
"No – why?"
"What you said didn't sound Araluen to me."
Halt stalked off to the stable to saddle Abelard, and when he appeared again on top of the pony, he said, "While I'm gone, please reacquaint yourself with the official language of the country that you serve. It may be useful for future reference."
"Where are you going?" asked Will, slight panic edging into his voice.
"Where do you think I'm going?" asked Halt, ignoring his own rules for once.
"I'm an apprentice, I'm not meant to think," replied Will, rolling his eyes in a very Halt-like fashion. Beneath the brave exterior, Halt could tell that Will was very much in pain, and very much scared.
He wished Pauline was there. Or Horace. Gilan, Crowley, Alyss—anybody. He needed someone to come and either look after Will or go find help in Halt's place. The Ranger grunted.
If wishes were fishes, no one would go hungry, he thought flatly. And they sure as hell get nowhere in life.
"Don't make excuses for who you are, Jack. You are a Guardian, and that's that. Besides, I just want some help with pranks. You're good at that type of thing, and I figure that I can at least torment them if I can't destroy them. Would you really deny a poor old man a few simple joys in his life?"
Jack snorted. "Don't play the sympathy card, Pitch. You're about as frail as granite."
"I didn't hear a no…"
"Well, what have you got in mind?"
"You're exceptional to me because—" But he paused. "Yes Lestrade?"
John hadn't noticed but they were both now beneath Lestrade's shadow. John snapped the binder containing the notebook shut.
"I, um," he began then stopped.
"Very profound. Is there anything else?"
Pitch will never get used to the way Jack steps onto water as if it were land, natural and thoughtless. Inwardly, he knows it is of no danger—Jack is winter embodied, and even without his st
aff he exudes cold instinctively. It is nature's will that water petrify itself when confronted with winter's powerful presence, and so water freezes beneath his feet. As far as Jack is aware, it always has and always will.
Pitch knows this, but he never sees it. Not at first.
At first Pitch sees a boy on the verge of manhood, foot extended above a pool of water smooth enough to be a mirror. With a touch of the boy's toe the water solidifies, and he smiles down at the impish reflection smiling back. He drops and lands with sure feet, elated at his accomplishment. Pitch can hear him laugh at his triumph.
"We've come to ask for your help," North declares without a speck of subtlety.
At North's statement Bunnymund pinches the bridge of his nose, biting back the reprimand on his tongue. Of all the stupid ways to kick things off, letting Jack know that they need him (and thus making him aware that he has a position of power over them) may just be at the top of the list. Fantastic.
"The scenery is beautiful though," Toothiana chimes in blithely seconds later, smiling. "It's very impressive."
Aaand flattery too. If he wasn't so close to tears of frustration Bunnymund would probably be laughing at the absurdity of it all. Maybe next Sandy will offer to tie the four of them up, just so Jack knows they're trustworthy, of course.
Rising to his feet, Jack takes a casual step off of the ice formation and is caught up by the wind, floating down to stand before them in its gentle grasp. Just looking at him, frosted-dusted blue hoodie, tight khaki capris, and literally nothing else –not even a bloody pair of shoes— instantly makes Bunnymund feel that much colder. The uppity little show off.
"It means he has made something that it both real and fake," North explains. "It is solid, so it is here. But the mirage that he built it over is not—and that mirage is composed of magic, magic that he has superimposed something over. By doing this, his home has been imbibed with the mirage's properties."
"…That was a load of gibberish, mate."
"Pitch?" he repeated, seeking clarification he didn't really need. "He did this?"
Jack merely nodded, watching him almost warily, as if expecting some sort of over the top reaction. Bunny considered the younger Guardian's expression for a few moments before realization kicked in. There was, after all, only one Guardian who had been more outraged by the realization that Jack had been attacked than he.
"I take it Toothiana knows?"
"How did you guess?" Jack tossed him a humourless smile, untucking one of his hands to run a finger down the carefully set pieces of his rod. A trail of frost followed his moving appendage, but what would have been a smooth path was fractured by the many visible cracks. "Pitch might want to consider wearing a mouth guard."
Bunny smirked slightly, inwardly relieved at the brief spark of normality that simple statement was. He wasn't used to dealing with a Jack Frost this subdued. It had been North who offered words of counsel after Sandy's apparent demise, and after the Easter debacle, where he had come perilously close to striking the teenage immortal and had stopped only when he saw the shock and fear written in the winter spirit's eyes, Jack had seemed to sort himself out.
"Shut up," he snarled in a pained voice, making sure to keep it quiet enough that none of the Guardians, Bunny especially, could hear.
Oh, do you not like the truth? Pitch laughed, and the pressure on Jack's jaw finally disappeared, allowing him to turn his head away from gazing at the three immortals below. Very well, Jack, I'll be quiet; let me leave you with a parting gift though...
Pitch's voice faded into cruel laughter, but soon it was joined, countless of smaller, quieter voices beginning to echo in his mind; while each was quiet their resounding noise echoed and resounded loudly within the confines of his mind. Jack gasped, fingers moving to scrape along his ears, as if hoping to break the surface and spill the dark sand that had covered them, to silence the newly arrived voices.
Oh look its a brat, Worthless little brat, hee hee, who're you so weak, so weak. The voices, the nightmares, laughed at him, too many insults and mocking words resounding at once for his thoughts to remain lucid. Jack's consciousness got swept up in the nightmares' voices in his head, unable to think straight himself. Look at the little foolish sprite Pretending to be a Guardian? WEAK WEAK WEAK Oh so pathetic Stop lying to yourself Worthless little weakling Worthless Ha!
"Stop it!" he finally screamed, not caring if this alerted or startled the Guardians in the room; he couldn't take it anymore, Jack pressing clenched hands to his ears in desperate attempts to shut the voices up, curling his knees up to hug against his chest.
"Jack?!" A voice echoed faintly through the voices' laughter, the pale boy looking up to see a concerned looking Tooth hovering in front of him. Her concern was quickly lost on him as the voices picked up her words, laughing and mocking the fairy.
Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Ha ha she called you Jack! That's his name stupid! Oh is it? I thought he was too worthless to have a name! Worthless, worthless, worthless! The voices started chanting in his head, the winter spirit attempting to silence them by screaming loudly within the confines of his mind.
The voices laughed at his attempt; Jack's breathing began to come in irregular pants, the immortal trembling and staring wide eyed at the Guardians that had come to stand around him. He barely registered their presences and worried looks, only paying attention as their and the voices in his head's words intertwined.
are nothing, don't forget it, Jack. They certainly never will.
With a yell of mixed terror, hurt and frustration, he unleashed his powers in a burst of emotion, sending the Guardians flying backwards, having being caught off guard by the sudden explosion of wind, frost and ice. Jack whipped upwards in the air, eyes flitting about anxiously; he resembled a cornered animal, shaky and looking for an escape.
Run away, little worthless Jack. Why not, you're only a bother A bother? A bother! The voices laughed, Jack letting a pained sound escape as he clutched his staff tightly and bolted from the room, the wind carrying him past the other Guardians and towards the door. Not even hesitating as he flew outside and into the wind and snow that whipped around. He moved forwards, needing to put distance him and the others, hoping that, with the farther he went, the voices would weaken too. As it was, the further he got from Santoff Claussen the fewer voices he heard, the number going from apparent hundreds to a few dozen at most.
Run home, little Jack the voices hissed at him as one, Jack cringing and urging the wind to take him faster, further above the clouds. Fly away, weak little boy.
Jack reached his pond in almost record time, the normally half an hour trip from North's workshop going by in only a few minutes; he landed rather ungracefully on the ice, merely curling up in a tight ball and ignoring the wind's anxious gusts around him. The voices had stopped speaking, merely laughing at him and making low hissing noises like static or snakes; regardless of what they were sounding like they drove him insane, the winter spirit letting out an enraged cry as he smashed his hands against the side of his head, as if hoping to whack them quiet.
"Shut up!" he screamed, not caring if anyone heard him; there weren't many that believed in him, but he knew that he wasn't too far from homes of some of his scarce believers, Jamie in particular.
The voices merely laughed at him, their mocking tones repeating his words back at him, twisting them into desperate pleas and teasing whines.
His fear was only increasing the more they spoke; both Jack and the voices knew it, though the former could do nothing to stop the fear that spread through him like liquid fire, fueling the black sand and the nightmares that dwelled within.
You're scared, Jack Scared, scared Don't want to be alone forever, do you? Let go, let go Jack, we'll keep you company Company, yes Let go little winter sprite Weakling weakling Let go, let us take away the pain Take it away, Away
Jack couldn't bear anymore, and in a fluid movement he crumpled down on the ice, falling unconscious; he was unaware as the black veins, which had been slowly creeping up his face all the while, had finally reached their final destination, bleeding into his eyes.
Then the darkness consumed him and he was no more.
The first thing Jack was able hear distinctly was indeed a voice; it seemed familiar, but, however clearly the person spoke, he was unable to understand what they were saying.
Oh god, my head's broken was his first thought, panic racing through him at the concept.
"How did that even happen?" an annoyingly familiar voice spoke up, Jack mentally groaning with the recognition.
Even worse. My head's broken so that I can only understand annoying kangaroo.
Cursing his luck, Jack struggled to shrug off the lingering traces of unconsciousness, blue eyes blinking open weakly in confusion.
His sight blurred for a moment before focusing; leaning over him were North and Bunnymund, both wearing identical expressions of relief, worry, anger, and holding a disapproving air about them.
"Jack." North's voice was serious, an undertone of concern barely detectable; vaguely Jack realized the voice he hadn't been able to understand had been North muttering crossly in Russian, a ludicrously timed wave of relief going through him when he realized his head was, in fact, not broken.
"Death will come for me. He WILL come for me. He lov..." "Ha!" Pitch laughed. "He doesn't love you. He never even liked you." "No," Jack moaned again "You're wrong." "He HATES you!"
"YOU'RE LYING!" Jack roared, pulling against his chains and screaming in rage. He looked so deranged that Pitch actually backed away in alarm. Jack tugged and twisted on the chains, raging in anger.
Suddenly he screamed and shot a jet of ice from his mouth. Pitch backed away... and began smiling to himself. The breaking was beginning.
"But we can't just let him get away with this!" she protested, fearful that he meant to do nothing. It was not that North was heartless, but now that the threat was over and Easter was past and Christmas slowly growing ever closer the big Guardian had adopted his usual single-minded focus. "Look at what he did, North!"
"And you know where to find him, then, hm?" North inquired. "You know where he hides?"
"Well, no," she was forced to admit that much, and North took full advantage of the admission.
"And neither do I," he told her. "So you see, Tooth, is not a matter of letting Pitch get away with what he has done. We do not know where to look."
"Is it an animal?"
They were playing Twenty Questions like they always did when trying to figure out a certain prank. The winter spirit wrapped his hands around his staff and crossed his legs once more, getting into a more comfortable position.
"Nope." Was the barely controlled reply. Jack was trying to keep from laughing his ass off but failing miserably. It was already halfway to South Africa.
"Is paint considered a mineral?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jack had the most innocent look on his face Pan'nuck almost believed him.
"You know him?" I said, impressed, before handing the book about Rowan to her.
"No, you read?"
"Ah, do you have any water on you, son?"
"No," Jack said feeling the dryness of his own mouth.
"I'm near parched," Joseph said standing up and adjusting old Prudence on his shoulders, flexing his left arm as he did so. "We're nearly there. We'll take a drink from the well."
"Don't wanna," Jack whined, turning his face back into the dirt.
"Jack, get up," his father said in a warning tone.
"Leave me to diiiiiiiie," Jack groaned not looking forward to walking another step in the harsh, blazing weather while carrying two heavy weights.
"Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. Ephesians 6:1," Joseph Overland recited.
"And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Ephesians 6:4," Jack recited with equal ferocity, not budging an inch.
Joseph burst out in deep, roaring laughter. "Oh, Jack, no wonder the village thinks our family strange if you call them out like this any chance you get! Never do it in front of Father Goodall though. The man would lose what little hair he has left on his head in a fit of righteous indignation!"
Jack felt the corners of his mouth turn up at the mental image.
"I am in desperate need of a dog," Joseph remarked before handing the shepherd's staff to Jack. "Here, young pup, go nip at their heels."
Jack streaked through the tall grass whooping and hollering in delight, waving the staff in front of him like a mad man, scaring the very dickens out of the goats no doubt by the way they fled from him with frightened, startled bleating until he had rounded them all up securely into their pen. Once the task was finished, he did several cartwheels and back-flips to celebrate his accomplishment. With a victorious shout, he raised his staff high above his head to the sky imagining it was his sword and he, the king, had just defeated all his enemies.
"I've raised a young heathen, devil take my soul," his father commented at his antics.
Can you sit up?"
"Yeah. Sure." It was an outright lie, considering that breathing was a painful enough exercise for the time being, but the Easter Guardian didn't call him on it. Unfortunately, that meant the overgrown rabbit took him at his word and levered him without warning into an upright position.
He would deny forever after that he screamed, mostly due to the fact his voice wasn't working properly again and so the sound that escaped him sounded more like a mewling cat than the shriek it otherwise would have been. At the time he wasn't really in a position to care how he sounded, wrapping both arms around his torso as he took quick, sharp breaths, riding out each wave of pain as it came. When the throb had dulled back to a bearable ache he lifted his head just enough to pin Bunny with a dark glare.
"Don't do that again."
"Then next time tell the truth!" Bunny snapped back irritably, though again there was that foreign note of concern in his voice. "What's wrong with you?"
He almost laughed, because that question, coming from that Guardian, could be taken in so many ways.
Soon all four of the guardians were tumbling through a portal, glazing at the black writing with wide eyes and gawking mouths. Then they started to bicker. Jack watched them with a bit of awe. These were the guardians of all children?
No wonder they were scared of an attack by the 'big,' 'bad' boogeyman.
"Wow," Jack breathed out, careful to whisper, as to not give away their position, "The guardians are really... silly, aren't they?"
"They're all workaholics who spend 365 days of the year cooped up in their offices," Pitch drawled, leaning over the barrier casually, "The crazy has to come out somewhere."
"What Bunny means," North quickly interjected, noticing how Tooth's wings seemed to be beating twice as fast, "Is that little Jack will be fine. Jack will not give up without mighty fight. I can feel it, in my-"
"Awww. Your no fun." Jack turned to look at her.
"Just because they found out somehow doesn't mean I'm going to tell you!" The way Bunnymund's voice rose a bit was the cue that Jack took and he dropped to the ground, shrugging his shoulders and walking backwards to keep the other spirit in his sight at all times.
"All right, all right, calm down," he said with a smile, holding up one hand in hopes that it would quell the rage now being directed at him. "Just curious. You can't blame me for trying."
"I blame you for breathing."
"So, what's the butcher's bill?"
"Oh you know, an old saying for "how many casualties?" "
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“We should be able to see MiM in a couple minutes, please refrain from fighting till then,” North pleaded to them.
“No promises,” both Jack and Bunnymund said at the same time, much to the shock of everyone.
"On three," Bunnymund stated as he readied his paws on the broken limb and felt Jack tense under his touch.
"One…" Bunnymund felt Jack calm himself and knew that this was the time to set it. With a burst of strength, Bunnymund shifted the bone back in place. He quickly moved to hold Jack down as he writhes against the bad of leaves, and hushing him patiently as the boy screamed in anguish. After a moment Jack quieted down, his breath coming out in short pants. Bunnymund brushed the silvery hair back from Jack's forehead as the boy dangled on the edge of consciousness.
God, that had sent a sensation of agony that shook him to the very core. He would have rather broken his leg ten times over again than to feel the spine rattling pain of setting it.
"What…happened…to three?!" He gasped breathlessly, his body going limp for he was quickly losing the battle of staying conscious.
"Two, three." Bunnymund stated, a smile tugging at his lips. Jack would have glared at him but the strength it took drained him and he slouched lifelessly in the Pooka's arms.
"Rise and shine little brother!" She grinned and placed the tray on the bedside table, pulling open the blinds with a flourish afterwards. "I know you've had a long night, but if you don't get up now, you're going to throw off your internal clock."
Danny groaned and burrowed further under his blankets, practically hissing away from the light. "Go away, Jazz," he grumbled, covering his eyes with his forearm. "…And take your chipper attitude with you."
Jack kept an eye on Jamie’s apartment building late into the night until a gentle tap on his shoulder by Tooth told him it was time to go.
“We’ll give him a real show, won’t we? Especially with your little warriors. They can pluck the eyes out of Pitch’s stallions,” Jack said, trying for an optimistic approach.
“They’ll be begging for mercy.” Tooth whooped, having caught Jack’s optimism. “We bring the battle to him!”
“I call whacking his head with my staff,” Jack said.
“I call kicking his butt – literally.”
If they didn’t win, they’d go down with attitude.
He stood and hunched forward so Jamie could climb on.
Jamie didn’t climb; he leapt.
“Icicle sticks!” Jack stumbled under Jamie’s weight. “You’re getting heavy!”
“Excuse me. I’m fabulously thin.”
“That’s my line,” Jack laughed.
“Fine. Copyright Jack Frost.”
"Thanks Fox," Alex said quietly, knowing that there was a lot more in those two words than just appreciation. Such sincere thankfulness was not something Alex felt everyday, but it was nice to know he still had people he could feel blessed to know.
"You're welcome. Next time I call, I want to hear that you went out for sports, or went out to see a movie, or vandalized the cafeteria...or maybe not the last one."
Shane had been following behind but Jay just let the door close in his face.
"Ow! Didn't you see me?"
Jay looked at him and flatly said "What's your point?"
“…What do you want, Jason?”
“What’s up? Living it large?”
“That’s a little cryptic.”
“What do you want?”
“Can’t a guy ask for a simple chat? Robin to Robin?”
“You’re not like the other Robins, Jason.”
“Ouch, you cut me deep, Dickie.”
"Your brother is a happy cuddly drunk," the redhead commented once he slowed down on a side street. "That's different. He's not, oh how did Naruto oh so delicately put it." He tilted his head to the side, trying to recall his brothers' words. "Right, a complete prick."
"I'm so killing your brother when I get my hands on him."
"Get in line."
Naruto looked up, his big blue eyes staring curiously. "Yea?"
"You should bring Sasuke to hang with us sometime. I wanna meet this friend of yours."
"Pfft, you just wanna try to get a date with him. And knowing Ino she'd be all over him. Buuut…that sounds like a good idea actually. He needs to get out more." He muttered the last part to himself. Sakura smiled.
"Good, then all you gotta do is let us know what he says. And I'm not trying to get with him, he's obviously gay." Naruto threw his hands up in the air dramatically.
"That's what I said! But noooo, he claims he's not. If you ask me, I think he has no sexuality."
"Now come on moody, I can tell you need a serious nap. Like thirty hours or so." Sasuke looked away.
"Hn. I can't help it; I haven't been able to sleep. Ever since my medicine suffered an unfortunate accident and is now gone, I've been suffering insomnia." He muttered offhandedly.
"An unfortunate accident?" Naruto rose an eyebrow.
"Didn't you know? Aspirins are highly suicidal. They just couldn't take being with me any longer and hopped down my sink. Tragic." Sasuke shook his head, feigning sorrow. Naruto laughed, rolling his eyes.
"Hi Kiba." Naruto said before dropping his head back onto the desk with a thud.
"What's got you so gloomy?" Kiba asked leaning on his desk. "Satan and I will be meeting soon." Naruto grumbled.
"Seriously?! I'm sure it's nothing." Kiba said though inside he was freaking out for his best friend.
"There was brimstone in Satan's eyes."
"I loved working with you." Kiba responded to that, as much as he loved working with his best friend/reporter he was sure that their co-worker-ship was going to go down the drain.
"Jackass." Naruto grumbled.
"Sorry, but you know how Anko is, if she has those scary eyes flashing it means you're going to be in need of a new job." Kiba said patting his friend's back.
"Satan?" Naruto asked. "What?!" Anko yelled back at him.
"I mean Ms. Anko, how can I help you?" He covered over, sweat dropping slightly. "In my office!" She yelled and Naruto followed her, his back slumped over and his head hanging. You could see his spirit leaving his body as Anko slammed the door behind them.
"Rise and shine, you filthy swine."
"I'm Sasuke Uchiha, son of Fugaku Uchiha."
It took Naruto a couple of seconds to take it all in, but when he did, he was practically screaming.
"No way! No way! Are you telling me I'm having McDonalds with someone from the Uchiha Industries?"
Sasuke had to grab his arm and pull him down from his cloud.
"Make a scene, why dontcha?"
They began to near a huge crowd up ahead.
"Kyaa Will you take a picture with me?" A blonde girl asked. "No take a picture with me!" Another said. "Kiss me!" another crazy one yelled. "Fuck me!" A red headed one cried. Kyuubi, who was wearing red and black trunks, was in the middle of this fan girl hoard with little tears of fear in his eyes.
"I'm gay!" He exclaimed. That shut them up. For a little bit. "Kyaa Even better!" the same blonde yelled. "You're bottom right?" another asked and suddenly there were guys hoarding Kyuubi too. "Kiss Me!" one yelled. "Let me do you!" another begged. "NARUTO!" Kyuubi yelled, needed to get out of this horrible scenario. Naruto, wearing orange and blue trunks, tunneled his way through trunks, bikinis, and boobs and finally reached his brother. "Yes Aniki?" he asked innocently and sweetly. "Are you gay too?" someone yelled and made Naruto blush and stutter, "Y-yeah." He managed to say.
"So kawaii!" They all yelled and they attacked them with questions. Both Sasuke and Itachi's eyes twitched as they saw this.
"Stop!" Kyuubi yelled.
"Don't touch my ass!" Naruto screeched.
"That does not belong to you!"
"Hey, ever hear of personal space bub?!"
Sasuke's glare intensified as did Itachi's, their friends started to back away.
"Eek! No do not put your finger there!" Kyuubi squealed as he blushed bright red
"Stop, please! That's not for you to grab." Naruto said as he mimicked Kyuubi's actions. Itachi and Sasuke both stomped there way over there and the hoard immediately parted for the menacing Uchiha's "This!" they said loudly as they both grabbed hold of their shocked partners. "Is not yours, this is mine." They said as they kissed their lovers hard and long. The boys grumbled as they walked away while the girls squealed and pulled cameras out of nowhere.
As the hoard disappeared they pulled away, leaving the two Uzumaki brothers blushing beat red. "Sasuke-sama, what are you doing here?" Naruto asked. "Just Sasuke today, you're not working. And I am here to try to enjoy hell, I mean the beach." Sasuke explained. Naruto nodded and went to sit down. "Nice entrance." Kyuubi said to Itachi. "I try." Itachi said as he pecked his lover and sat on a towel under an umbrella.
"So," he drawled low enough to keep out of earshot, "what kind of a demon are you?"
"A famous one," she answered quickly. "Almost as famous as you, Ghost Rider."
"What's your name?"
She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse and tapped one out. "I have lots of names."
"The one on your driver's license then."
Blackheart stepped to Johnny's side. "I hate it when she does that," he muttered, hands in his pockets.
"She's pretty good at convincing men to do stupid things," Blaze replied, giving Blackheart a smirk. "She got me to go to Hell, after all."
The demon arched his eyebrow at Johnny and let out a single chuckle. "She likes taking advantage of morons."
"Ouch. Your wit cuts me like a saber, Blackheart."
"You should see me when I'm actually trying. I'm deadly."
"You talk a big game, kiddo. I think you did that right before I kicked your ass in San Venganza."
"You got lucky," Blackheart muttered, his shame emerging.
"I'm not lucky."
"Then what do you call it?"
"Reckless endangerment. Complete disregard for self-preservation."
"Big words, Blaze."
Lightning cracked outside and the town lit up for a brief second. The buildings were black against the white-blue sky. A clap of thunder followed, rattling the windows. Lilith flinched. "I really hate that," she snapped.
"You and about half of humanity, sister," Johnny said. "I once knew a man who got struck by lightning halfway through a Motocross tryout. Knocked him off his bike and out of his boots. And then whenever he got around electronics they would start going haywire. Nobody wanted to live next door to this guy. Couldn't get any TV reception, cable or satellite. Just a bunch of garbled fuzz. He told me he'd rather have died by electrocution than to not be able to watch TV anymore."
Lilith smiled, listening to the humorous anecdote.
"So one day he went out on a golf course during a lightning storm with a six foot aluminum pole, and got lit up like a Christmas tree."
Lilith chuckled despite herself. "Did he live?"
"Oh yeah. Went on to get married, had a kid and everything."
"Don't tell me: he named his kid Sparky." Her cheeks were turning pink from her giggles.
Blaze smiled. "Nah. He named him Johnny."
Lilith abruptly stopped laughing, her face growing serious. "You mean . . . your father-?"
"Got struck by lightning on purpose. He told me later that's when he knew he was lucky. Twice struck by lightning and lived to tell about it. But best of all-" He grinned widely. "-the TV stopped messing up. Everyone lived happily ever after."
"Let me get this straight. You want to exam and diagnose me like some fucking psycho?" He asked through gritted teeth. Naruto waved his hands.
"No, no no no no! It's nothing liked that! It's, I don't know, I just really want you to be the person I use for my project. It's something about you. No, I don't think of you as some whack job or any of that, it's just..." He leaned in, smiling softly. "You interest me, Uchiha."
Sasuke sighed and relaxed. A slow smirk worked its way on his lips.
"Should I be flattered?" He teased. Naruto's smiled stretched as he released a breathe he didn't even know he was holding. This was just too perfect.
"Hmm, you should be." He tugged at Sasuke's pant leg. Sasuke cocked his head to the side.
"Well then, I have a proposition for you." Naruto rose an eyebrow, still playing with Sasuke's pant leg.
"No sexual favors, I hope?"
"Hn, you wish. I have a project as well. I have to put together a portfolio. It has to be pictures of a theme that we've each been given individually. My theme is beauty, and well, you're beautiful." Naruto's face heated up. Sasuke's face was as straight as if he was talking about the weather.
"W-w-what..you-I-I.." Sasuke smirked.
"I don't mean it personally like you think. I mean as far as societies preconceived notion of beauty goes. Blue eyes, blonde hair, tan skin. You know, if you were alive during world war two, you'd be Hitler's favorite, you Nazi."
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I DON'T GIVE A FLYING GRAYSON!
Oh for the love of aster, I'm in trouble...
Hate me...I'm a morning person, XD
"What's a bedtime? I don't sleep, I run off cookies."
: ''Yes, don't contradict the world. 'Well, at least it couldn't get any worse', and don't give it any ideas either''- Me :
Life, when I said that at least today couldn't have gotten any worse, that was a saying. Not a challenge.
A hero of war; that's what I'll be
"God woman, you know how to make a girl laugh."
I swear, any future children you planned on having vanish, along with your dignity."
"You know, I'm beginning to think I'm not qualified to protect you. You don't need a bodyguard. You need a therapist."
Howl at the stars;
Make it clear and strong,
Minato scowled. "I don't get jealous."
"Liar," Naruto and Jiraiya accused at the same time.
"Hey! Don't gang up on me!" Minato grouched.
"You asked for it," Naruto said poking him in the cheek.
Minato tilted his head to the side. "So I did."
"If I say no…what then?"
Nightwing shrugged. "I guess I can always send my proposal to Star Labs. Or…I hear LexCorp is looking to expand—"
"All right, yes! I accept your conditions…" He paused, then growled as if he was saying something distasteful, "Nightwing."
For the first time in a long time, Dick gave him a full-fledged "Robin-esque" grin. "You don't have to say it like it's giving you heartburn, Old Man—"
"It's from an old Kryptonian legend—"
"Kryptonian! Now you are giving me heartburn," Batman muttered. "First those ridiculous pajamas when you were—what 9…10? Now this? Just whose protégé are you anyway?"
"Alright. After your cured I'll acknowledge the kid. Scout's honor." Clark said.
"Don't joke about it Clark it's serious.
"I am serious." Clark said.
"Do me a favor and lose the sense of humor." Bruce said
"Do us both a favor and buy one." Clark said.
"Anything for my best pal. Get some rest."
"Or what? You gonna sedate me?"
Wally smirked, "I'll leave that up to Alfred."
"I'm doomed!" Dick groaned, falling back on his pillows.
"I heard that Master Richard!" Alfred's voice came from somewhere on the first floor this time.
The boys laughed.
"So, see ya soon then!"
"As soon as Alfie lets me up." Dick vowed.
"Then, sometime next week?" Wally teased.
"Don't give him any ideas."
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" KF! A little help would be greatly appreciated!"
"I'm trying! I'm trying! There's dudes everywhere!"
"Well, there's dudes over here too! I need back-up ASAP! I- Shit! I mean..." Robin gave his adopted father an innocent smile over his shoulder, "Shoot?"
"How was the party?" Bruce asked as the boy entered the room.
"I either need coffee or sleep." He said groggily.
"When did you guys finally go to sleep?"
"Who said we slept?"
Here's to the crazy ones The misfits. The rebels. The trouble makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them. Disagree with them. Glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do, is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see geniuses. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Alex Rider, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone.: Iheartjake1220, FaerieRose13, Dancer4Life15, livelaughlove23, emmettsmyfave, Chellie09, BloodWhiteWolf, Shadow Kissed134, RedRozaLove, SCORPIAssassin, CHiKa-RoXy!
Pour me something tall and strong… Make it a hurricane before I go insane. It's only half past twelve- but I don't care. It's 5 o'clock somewhere. Boy, ain't that the truth.
My own drink, hand-made: Name: Coffee-Late How?:
Get coffee, milk, chocolate syrup, normal sugar.
Put your coffee in half a cup or mug(whatever you preferr), then fill the other half with milk. After that you put 2 spoonfulls of sugar in and mix it. Finally, put some chocolate syrup in it(put in a good amount, but not too much) and then mix the drink again... Enjoy
Meany Meany Miny Moe,
You always had the gift of speed;
He sighed, a real sigh that released all the tension and anxiety of the night as he remembered why he did what he did and that no matter how dark the world got, there would always be some light in it. For him, that light was Dick. The world was so dark, had taken so much from him, from everyone, that it was easy to forget sometimes that it had given him Dick. That alone made it was worth saving.
Finally at peace, he bent to brush a father's kiss on his boy's head, something he hadn't done in years, and rose to leave. Dicks fingers closed around his wrist. "Bruce?" He asked sleepily, and Bruce turned back to him, "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine kiddo, go back to sleep."
Dick squinted at him in the dim light, then wrinkled his nose, a slight, groggy twinkle in his eye. "You look all sappy." He said, the humor in his voice made all the more amusing by his half-awake slur.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bruce asked indignantly.
More serious now, Dick's grip on his wrist tightened a little. "That you're crying"
"No I'm not, it's just that damn Clark night light, makes everything look hokey." Bruce answered back, grinning despite himself, "Go back to sleep son."
On his way out the door he caught Dick's groggy whisper, "Good night dad, try not to cry over Alfred."
"You could tough it in for sure - I seen you fight boy, and I'm fairly sure you were holding back - but you would have to take down, and keep down, at least five strong, armed men before the guards zapped you." He snorted a wheezy laugh through his mustache. "Even the Batman couldn't do that."
"The Flash could," Jason muttered absently, mind still on the problem
"You the Flash?" Fahim asked.
"I rest my case."
"We have to get Dick to a hospital now, Batman."
"I know, Superman."
"Flash, We need to get them to stop kissing."
"You do that, Superman."
"Fine, then. It was awesome - hey, wait. If that's awesome, then what's awemost or even aweall?"
"Leave the suffixes alone! What have they ever done to you?"
"In fact, what have the prefixes that you so casually maul done to you?"
"Exactly! You're a bully!"
"You bully poor innocent prefixes and rip them to pieces and they haven't ever done anything to you! And now you're bullying the suffixes too!"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are! Bully!"
"I am not a-"
"KF, seriously, I-"
"Hey, that's unfair!… Heavy on the 'un'."
"You're not going to be like one of those kids who keep complaining, 'are we there yet?' are you?" Superman asked.
"Nope. But if it gets us there faster I might." Bruce said. Clark glared at him.
"You were the one who told me to go buy myself a sense of humor." Bruce said.
"Oh really? And how much did it cost?" Superman asked.
"Somewhere along the lines of my adulthood and my dignity."
"Everyone please," Kaldur chided gently. "Focus on the mission."
"Yes Fearless Leader," most of them chimed back – Artemis, Wally, and Robin. M'Gann was giggling again while Kaldur groaned at their apparent immaturity.
"You don't have to yank me you know?"
"Knowing you, I do."
"That almost hurt Conner," Robin chuckled.
"You can't stop me!"
"You want to test that theory?"
"Watch me win!"
"I would love to see you try!"
"Do you have any idea what you're asking for?"
Ah, they'd managed to piss of the Brit.
Bruce was standing not a foot away from his adopted son, his blue eyes snarling the profanities he'd managed to never say aloud around his son. Dick's blue eyes were glaring back up at him in a dangerous dare that Bruce had a feeling he didn't want to challenge. Neither one dared look to the steps to see what Alfred's face looked like.
"Grayson…Kidnapped," Conner murmured a bit worriedly. "I guess…nothing could have been done about it right?"
"I said people tried to kidnap him," Artemis pointed out, her index finger poking holes in the air for emphasis. "I never said they succeeded. Commissioner Gordon had his gun out in two seconds after the breaks screeched and he wasn't the only one who swung into action either; Wayne's butler, by the way, is a scary old man. You should have seen the look on his face as that van raced off, hand gripping an umbrella for dear life as he checked over his charge."
His face flushed in embarrassment. Finally Batman spoke. He had let Dick gather his bearings before saying a word. "You're quite an emotional child."
Dick's face only became redder, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. "So I've got a lousy poker face. Sue me. Someone in this business has to smile."
Wait, can I have a grenade?" Angel stopped and turned around.
"I didn't study for a test tomorrow and I need some more time. I was thinking of setting one off to delay the test." Angel contemplated this then grinned broadly.
"Robin, that's awful devious of you. Maybe there still is hope for you." He handed me a grenade
"Did you make sugar cookies?" Tim asked, rubbing his head.
"Yea, but come to think of it, they've been in there for a long time. . .," Dick placed the devils at the kitchen table and rushed to pull out the cookies. He placed them on the stove and stared at them. They were burnt into a deep brown and he knew before biting one that they'd be hard and crumbly, "Oh well, that's what milk is for." He went to the fridge and poured the newly acquired milk into three tall glasses.
"You shouldn't be allowed in kitchens," Jason remarked as he took a bite from the burnt cookie, quickly drinking milk to help it down.
"Better him than Bruce," Tim shrugged, enjoying the treat regardless.
"Thank you, Tim. See, someone one appreciates me," Dick grinned.
"Well, of course, everyone can cook better than Bruce," Jason pointed out.
"Is that so?" The trio turned to watch their guardian enter the room. They all smiled innocently as Bruce took in Tim's bandaged head and Jason's feet and the smell of burnt cookies. "Do I want to know?"
Tim grinned, "No, but Alfred's gonna tell you anyway."
"Yea, where is Alfred?" Jason asked.
"You don't think. . .," Dick tried to answer with another question.
"BOYS!" Alfred's voice rung throughout the manor. It was uncommon for Alfred to raise his voice so the three did the only logical thing in that situation. They ran. They ran like they never ran before. Well, Tim and Dick ran, Jason was forced to endure the entire flight on Dick's back. And they would have made it if it wasn't for Bruce standing in the doorway, blocking their freedom.
Oh boy, they were so in for it.
"We are so dead once Bruce and Alfred come home." The two nodded their agreement. "Well, before we die, I made some cookies. Want some?" They hungrily nodded their heads again.
"Let go, Dick," Jason whined as he decided to let all of his weight drop, which brought the trio to the ground.
"Only you could make my name sound sincere and insulting at the same time," Dick tightened his hold.
"No, you got it all wrong. That was one hundred percent insult,"
It all started on a particularly slow day at Mount Justice. So slow that most of the rest of the team had gone home with the exception of M'gann and Conner who live within the cave and currently occupied themselves playing with Wolf and Sphere. Wally refused to take the day off though. Going home would mean doing extremely tedious amounts of homework he was trying to avoid until the few remaining minutes before first period on Monday.
until the few remaining minutes before first period on Monday.
The red head stood in the debriefing with a scowl plaguing his lips, glaring down his uncle Barry who had also been bored up in the watch tower and was on his way home to his loving wife Iris but decided to stop off to check on the younger heroes on the way.
"How can there be nothing to do!" he threw his arms up in outrage. "Captain Cold, Grodd, anyone! Let's go tag team some baddies, you know they're up to something!"
"Calm down, Kid. It's a slow day for all of us. Just take the day off and go home" Barry gave his nephew one of his calming smiles as he attempted to coax him home.
Wally groaned and attempted to intensify his dirty looks at his mentor, hoping it would somehow squeeze some sort of mission out of the unphased Flash.
"Oh come on," Barry sighed.
Wally wouldn't hear it.
"You know what happens when you act like that," Barry chuckled, something darker lacing said chuckle.
Kid Flash stuttered although trying his hardest to keep his composure.
"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you."
And just like that, Barry took off, a blur of red suddenly circling Wally and the boy looking terrified as he attempted to eye out an exit in the midst of red.
Maybe it was a bit…cruel, leaving the blindfold on Robbie and making the little guy feel for the spoon—but in their defense, Rob turned out to be one of those bratty, pouty, spoiled kind of sick people, and thus the scalding hot liquid had been thrown at Wally's face. Scarily accurately, mind you.
Thus, the bratty, childish behavior was treated very delicately. To avoid getting third-degree burns from the sick kid in a freaking blindfold, Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Artemis were to idly stand by—while Miss Martian telekinetically fed him with a spoon. Mission: Failure.
Scratch that. What felt worse than crap?
He felt like crap squared. Log-shitty-base-crap equaling squared-to-the-squared.
Holy fucking Batman, he hadn't exploded!
Soo. When Wally mentioned the word 'massacre,' Batman apparently didn't correct him for a reason.
He pulled his goggles over his eyes, quick to duck the batarang recklessly flung toward his—his crotch. Rob apparently wasn't going to go easy on him after all the cracks from today. His feet treaded the coastline of the beach, kicking sand with each step. He quickly swiveled, ducking as the next batarang was aimed for his arm. If that wasn't bad enough, the moment the KF-made sandstorm dispersed, a tentacle of water was targeted for his head.
"Is this really necessary?" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Rob and 'Missy were about to turn him into a fucking red and yellow shiskabob and Kaldur was totally about to steam fry him.
There were days where he had to bail for 'emergency Mathlete meetings' (aka Penguin, Joker, Clayface, or just plain in-your-face Batman)
Only old ladies carry candy with them, West."
"Old ladies and kids." Wally puffed his chest out and wiggled his eyebrows in that irritating way. "Guess which one I am."
"Need me to carry your purse, ma'am?"
"You can't sit there forever."
"Gotcha!" Robin grinned wily, landing agilely next to his ally. "You take the really ugly one on the left, and I'll take the outrageously ugly one on the right."
"They're all kind of ugly, don't you think?"
"Hahaha! Nice—we're gonna have to tell the team that you cracked a joke."*
"Shall I ever know you by your real name?" He didn't know if Wally was grinning or not. It kinda sounded forced.
"No, my beloved. You would hate me more, if you were to know my real nameIf he wasn't still mad about the whole Supergirl thing, he'd so puke.
"That I highly doubt. I do not even know your face."
"Secrets are meant to be kept for a reason, my beloved."
Wally snorted. "My bosom bursts with love whenever I see you, my beloved. I…I love you."
"I wish to tell you everything, my dearest. No—I cannot, but indeed. I love you too." Silence. Dick looked through the book again, frowning as he looked through the lines. Really, what idiot wrote something so poetic and disgusting? There weren't even any real words like aster or whelmed in there! "I think this guy was off his rocker when he wrote this."*
Numb. Truth be told the look of devastation looked almost as bad as when the boy's parents had passed away, but quickly Robin reanimated, lips regaining color and any leaguers close by ran out of the room promptly before Batman forcibly shut the door. Anger flared in the teenager's psyche. "Don't…don't panic? Don't raise pandemonium? Don't expand my worry further than it's already gone? Superman just hauled my best friend away while he's all zitsy-zap-zipdooey and…and that girl, who totally doesn't know what the heck she's doing seriously is working my last nerve, and 'scuse me if I'm kinda whelmed, but at this point I'm a freaking panderer!"*
"At least you can't say I'm pandering anymore."
Bruce…made a mental note to check that thesaurictionary app and see just how many words Webster had pawned off his son in the last four years. Maybe Dick's…colorful vocabulary was the reason why all dictionaries seemed to have more than one definition for each word.*
"Don't you dare tell anyone that."
"Oh, don't worry." Wally grinned playfully and broke another cookie. "I will."*
*If Administrator is sure.
"As sure as someone who's about to be shish-kabobed,"*
InSaNiTy, SoMe DaY iT WiLL bE ThE eNd oF mE! UnTiL tHeN, AsHeS tO aShEs, DuSt tO dUsT, LiFe iS sHoRT sO PaR-TaY wE MuSt!!!
"Wiser words were never spoken."*
can I ask you something?"
"You just did! But yes, you may trade in that question for a new one."*
*"Wally, my friend…could you be an awesome person and knock me out? Hit me over the head with the lamp, for all I care."
"Not happening, bro." Wally said.*
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"And stick a needle in my eye!"
*"He thinking WHAT now?"*
"ROBIN! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE SO I CAN KICK IT!"*
"Look Miss M, can we get this over with?" asked Robin, "Cause I've got a sticky speedster just waiting to unstuck himself so that he can attempt to kick my ass."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about!" cried Me'gann.
"What just happened?" James asked as Alex climbed into his bed.
"Nothing" Alex mumbled from beneath his blankets.
"That wasn't nothing" James scoffed.
"Then what was it?" Alex retorted.
"Uh...I don't know" James frowned.
"So what are we talking about?"
"We're talking about what the hell just happened" James was beginning to get pissed off now.
"So what the hell did just happen?"
"I don't know!" James was frustrated now.
"So what was the question?"
"I don't know!" James growled.
Alex nodded. "Goodnight then" He said.
"What?" James gasped.
Alex nodded to the clock. "We should be sleeping" He said calmly.
James growled angrily. "We should be talking about this?"
"You want me to talk about my feelings?" Alex asked him sceptically.
"So what are we talking about?"
"STOP DOING THAT!" James almost shouted, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the kid was so confusing, James couldn't concentrate and think properly.
James groaned in frustration. "JUST SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP!" He threw himself onto his bed, covering his head with his pillow.
"If you say so"*
remember what I asked of you."
That miracle I'd mentioned earlier? None other than the Batman himself. Never had I felt so much gratitude and worship towards a walking Home Depot in the entirety of my life. Of course, the mission Batman had assigned us moments later totally ruined that sense of gratitude; he was pulling my favorite little bird out for some work in Gotham and making us hunt out Poison Ivy. You're probably thinking, "Oh, it's just Ivy; not a big deal!"
Well you try running when she keeps growing plants on the ground!
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law,
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
On got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.
My favorite quotes of ALL time are:
"I'm an angel, honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo straight!"
"Heaven kicked me out. Hell is afraid I'll take over."
"Death is God's way of saying, 'You're fired!' with no second chance. Suicide is humanity's way of saying, 'You can't fire me! I quit!"
"Don’t knock on death’s door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that."
"People yell, people scream, and some people never realize that life isn't sacred unless you make it so." Well, I've yelled enough, so it seems a second oportunity is in place in order to carry this out, XD
"Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late"
"Go to hell!" "Been there, done that, got bored, came back."
(M/N: These are my exuses to NOT die, I doubt you'll get bailed out...but it's worth a try)
Thank you Captain Oblivious. Shut up Lieutenant Sarcasm.
By Anthony Howoritz
I want to tell you how this story got included in this book.
About a week before the book published, I broke into the offices of Orchard Books, wich are located in a rather grubby street near Liverpool Street station.
Maybe you haven't noticed but the book you are holding at this very minute was originally published by Orchard and I wanted to get my hands on it beacuse, you see, I'd had an idea.
Generally speaking, publishers are stupid, lazy people.
Orchard Books had about twenty people working for them but not one of them noticed a window had been forced open in the middle of the night and that someone added a couple of pages to the computer, waiting to be sent to the printers.
I had brought these pages with me, you see, beacuse I wanted to add my own message to the book.
Nobody noticed and nobody cared and if you are reading this then I'm afraid my plan has worked and you are about to discover the meaning of true horror.
Get ready - beacuse here it comes.
Twelve years ago I desperately wanted to be a writer and so I wrote a horror story(based on my own experiences) that was rejected by every publisher in London beacuse, they claimed, it wasn't frightening enough!
Of course, none of them had the faintest idea what horror really meant beacuse they had never actually commited a murder, whereas I, my dear reader, had commited several.
My uncle Frederick was my first victim, followed by my next-door neighbor(and unpleasand little man with a mustache and a smelly cat), two total strangers, and an actor who once bid part in EastEnders and a Jehovah's Witness who happened to knock at my door while I was cooking lunch.
Unfortunately, my adventures came to an end when a dim-witted police man stopped my car just as I was disposing of the last body and I was arrested and sent to a lunatic asylum for life.
Recently, however, I escaped and it was after that that I had the wonderful idea that you are reading about this very moment and that can be summarized in three simple stages.
Drop into one of the offices of one of those smarmy publishers in London and slip a couple of pages into somebody else's book (with many apologies to Anthoy Horowitz, whoever he may be).
Exit quietly and stay in hiding until the book is published.
Return only when the book is in the stores and then wait in the background, until some poor fool buys it and follow that person home...
Yes, dear reader, at this very moment I could be sitting outside your home or your school or wherever you happen to be and if by any chance you are the one I've chosen, I'm afraid you're about to learn a lesson about horror that I know you'd prefer to miss.
Orchard Books is also going to wish that they'd published me all those years ago, especially when they start losing readers in particularly nasty ways, one by one.
Understanding will come - but I'm afraid you're going to have to read the whole story again.
Start at the beginning.
Only this time look carefully at the first word of each sentence.
Or to be more precise, the first letter of each first word.
Now, at last, I hope you can see quite how gloriously, hideously mad I really am - although for you peraphs, it may already be too late.
I shouldn't have mentioned her in earlier chapters, but by gummibears, I'm going to test her as much as I need to until somebody tells me she's kickass.
Dats about it, it's all the info i can give you, coz i don't want a stalker right outta my home XD.
Gonna show you some stuff i found in the Internet here and there:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you,
But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty,
And so is your head.
Roses are red, pickles are green, I like your legs and what's in between!
If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em.
If ya can't join 'em, bribe 'em.
If ya can't bribe 'em, blackmail 'em.
If ya can't blackmail 'em, kill 'em.
If ya can't kill 'em, you're screwed.
"There is always a light at the end of every tunnel...just pray it's not a train!"
How to store your baby walker: First, remove baby.
There are 3 kinds of people in this world...those who want things to happen, those who make things happen, and those who just wonder what the hell happened!
Man who dropped his watch in the toilet bound to have shitty time.
Man who fart in church sits in his own pew.
On the bottom of the parcel: DO NOT TILT UPSIDE DOWN
A sign was seen on a restroom dryer: DO NOT ACTIVATE WITH WET HANDS.
At the entrance of the large machinery plant: Warning to young ladies: If you wear loose clothes, beware of the machinery. If you wear tight clothes, beware of the machinist.
In a non-smoking area: If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action.
On a door sign of a repair shop: WE CAN REPAIR EVERYTHING.(PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK)
"The Earth Is Full - Go Home."
For Guys: No Shirt, No Service. For Girls: No Shirt, No Charge.
I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places. - Henny Youngman
"I tried sniffing coke once, but the ice cubes stuck in my nose!"
"I'm an angel, honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo straight!"
"God made mud, God made dirt, God made guys so girls could flirt!"
"It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to say and say the opposite."
"As I said before, I never repeat myself."
"You have ONE advantage over me...you can kiss my arse but I can't!"
"I'm in no condition to drive...WAIT! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!" -Homer Simpson
"Oh, yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?" - Homer Simpson
"You cannot get to the top by sitting on your bottom."
"It's OK to kiss a fool, its OK to let a fool kiss you, but never let a kiss fool you!"
"Ashes-to-Ashes Dust-to-Dust, Life is short so Party We must!"
"If you do it you'll regret it, if you don't do it you'll regret it, either way you're going to regret it, you might as well just do it."
"They mis-underestimated me." -George W. Bush
"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."-George Bernard Shaw
"If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it."-Jonathan winters
"If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts."-Albert Einsteintake
"I am thankful for laughters, except when milk comes out of my nose."-Woody Allen
"Got a problem with me? Solve it."-Me
If you like rap, here's a video of a cartoon bird with an excellent voice for singing!:
Here's a profile with kewl stuff to cut and paste:
M/N: I dunno if i should publish this as a poethic story, but tell me what you think! it was insipred by a weird dream i had, read the poem to see how weird it was, i'm not a boy, it just seemed convinient at the time, thou i'm not rich either, i wish i was XD
When Eric Simpson went to bed,
Silk pillows lay beneath his head
The sheets, a perfect shade of white,
Were freshly laundered every night.
His quilt was utterly deluxe.
No fewer than two hundred ducks
Had met their maker to provide
The feathers that had gone inside.
The mattress was so very soft
It didn't lie so much as waft
Across the springs that held it up
Like forth above a coffee cup.
By now you will be well aware
That Eric was a millionaire,
At least his father was, for he
Had made a pile in property.
Show him a field and he would bawl,
"Why, that should be a shopping mall!"
An ancient woodland, in his mind,
Should be cut and redesigned
And turned into cul-de-sac
With 50 houses back to back.
In short, he took real pride
In wiping out the countryside.
Young Eric really can't be blamed
For being similarly framed;
A herd of cows would make him shriek
And tremble for at least a week,
And even flowers had the trick
Of making him feel rather sick.
The city was his habitat.
His father had a penthouse flat
With views of concrete all around,
And that's where Eric would be found
Dreaming of the day when he
Might also work in property.
We join him now ... it's half past ten
He cleans his teeth(and flosses),then
He goes to bed, turns out the light
And settles down to spend the night
In total peace and comfort, wich
Attend upon the super-rich
But even as his eyelids close,
A sudden gust of something blows
Into his room. The curtains leap
But Eric's gone- he's fast asleep
And in a moment he is hurled
Straight into another world.
He's running through a moonlit wood.
The trees are close. This isn't good.
Why is he here? He stops to think,
And at that moment starts to sink
Into a bog. He feels it rise
Above his feet, his calves, his thighs,
And soon he finds, what rotten luck,
That he's become completely stuck.
He punches down. The wet mud splotches.
All around him, Nature watches:
It looks as if this boy from town
Will very soon begin to drown.
But Eric knows it's just a dream,
He wants to wake up, tries to scream,
But not a word escaped his lips
As inch by inch the cold mud grips.
He feels it clinging to his skin
And whimpers as it pulls him in.
He twists and turns. A a single jerk
Might pull him free. It doesn't work.
Instead the movement's a disaster -
Now he's sinking even faster.
The swamp's already 'round his chest.
He has just minutes more at best.
Continues its relentless climb.
He puts his arms out, tries to float;
The mud had closed around his throat.
His lips draw back. His teeth are bare
As desperately he sucks the air
And strains his neck and lifts his chin
To stop the slime from rushing in.
His eyes bulging, open wide,
As if he's been electrified.
Are things as dreadful as they seem?
They can't be. This is just a dream!
"A dream!" he manages to shout -
The words at last come bursting out.
At once the swamp climbs even higher
As if to prove the boy a liar.
It fills his mouth and then his nose
As down and down and down he goes.
It's in his eyes. It's in his ears.
And finally he disappears,
Apart from one hand; in dispair,
It stretches out to feel the air.
The fingers twitch just one more time
Then stop and sink into the slime.
The next day Eric slept in late.
The maid came in at ten past eight
With breakfast carried on a tray
And found to her intense dismay
They boy flat upon the bed,
Facedown, hands out and stone-cold dead.
The maid (who had to be sedated)
Was told that he suffocated.
"It can't be true!" she cried. "I fear
That something dreadful happened here."
And what was it that froze her blood?
Quite simply this: the smell of mud.
You know your an idiot when:
1. You accidentally enter your password into the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they don't have AIM/LiveJournal/MySpace.
4. You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the TV.
6. Your evening activity is sitting at the computer.
7. You read this list, and keep nodding and smiling.
8. You think about how stupid you are for reading this.
9. You were too busy to notice number five.
10. You actually look to check if there was a number five.
11. And now you're laughing at your stupidity.
12. Repost if you fell for it. You know you did
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you’ve had enough.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will give you their umbralle when it is raining
REAL FRIENDS:Will take yours and say "Run Bitch Run!"
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will ignore this
if yuo can raed tihs, cnorgadluatoins! you are one of the samrt peploe who dno't need to look at the wrod idniviudlaly, but as a wolhe! Olny samrt poelpe can raed tihs bceuase tehy are good raedres. Msot good raedres can raed wrdos wehn the frist and lsat ltetres of the wrod are the smae, and tehre are the smae auomnt of lteters in the wrod...if you could read that, copy and paste this onto your profile
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
"You want to talk to God? Let's go see him together. I've got nothing better to do." -Indiana Jones
(Being kidnapped) "You can't do this to me! I'm an American!" -Marion
Indiana Jones: "Get back to Cairo, get us some transport to England. Boat, plane, anything... Meet me at Omar's. Be ready for me; I'm going after that truck."
Sallah ( John Rhys-Davies ):
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
Willie: "We’re surrounded. The entire place is crawling with living things."
Indiana Jones: "That’s why they call it the jungle, sweetheart."
Indiana Jones: "Willie, Willie? What is that? Is that short for something?"
Willie: "There are two dead people in here!"
Richard Young as Fedora:
"You lost today kid, but that doesn't mean you have to like it."
Indiana Jones to his students:
"We do not follow maps to buried treasure and X never, ever marks the spot." (But it so does) (:
Julian Glover as Walter Donovan: "We're only one step away."
Indiana Jones: "Nazis...I hate these guys!" (Best line EVER)
Henry Jones: [accidentally shoots their own plane with the machine gun]
Book: Alex Rider, Scorpia
Mrs. Jones: ''The gondola from underneath the balloon fell on her as she was trying to escape. She was crushed''
Alex Rider: ''I'd have been disappointed too,''
Book: H.I.V.E (1st book)
Page 81 & 82
"It appears we are to be roomates, Otto," he said, still smiling.
"I hope you don't snore," Otto said, laughing.
"Like a chainsaw, my friend, like a chainsaw," Wing replied, grinning.
Wing hadn't been joking about the snoring. Otto lay in his bed with hastily fashioned toilet-paper plug in each ear. He could no longer hear Wing, but he swore he could feel his bed bibrating slightly.
As he lay in bed, blissfully deaf to the ungodly noise coming from Wing's side of the room...
"So let me get this straight," Shelby said, grinning. "Wing has basically subdued both of them and then you make your first contribution to the battle by knocking him unconscious."
"Yes, that's right," Otto mumbled, feeling about three inches tall.
"Otto's assistance was welcome, if somewhat missdirected," Wing replied with a wry smile on his face.
"I'll have to remember that on the future. When in a life-or-death battle, be sure to club unconscious everyone on your side as early on the fight as possible," Laura said, laughing.
"Darkdoom? Darkdoom did this?" Nero was visibly surprised. He placed a hand on his forehead, rubbing his temples. "Oh, why is it always the bald ones?"
Page 290 & 291
"Where's Franz?" Shelby asked, looking around the room.
"He locked himself in the bathroom. He won't come out," Nigle explained.
"And I am being quite happy to stay here," Franz's muffled voice added behind the bathroom door.
"We should be safe in here, shouldn't we?" Nigel asked, looking from one girl to the other.
There was an enormous bang from the room's main door and the thick metal buckled inwardly slightly.
"Oh, sure, for about the next two minutes," Shelby replied.
Book: Straw into Gold(by Gary D. Schmidt)
"You are grinning" said Da(or Pa).
"I suppose." I answer.
"You look like a lunatic, grinning at nothing." said Da, yet again.
"You look like a madman, scowling at everything." I answer.
"Then there's a fair pair," he called, and swatted at me.
"It would be best to go back to the horses," I said.
"Horses?" Innes held out his hand to stop me. "I don't ride horses. They're afraid of me."
"They're afraid of you?" I ask.
"Terrified" He answers.
"There!" I cried, triumphant. And the horse galloped off into the night, the sound of his hooves pounding the hardened road. I stood holding the empty halter, wondering why I had been so foolish, and knowing why. I threw the halter into the wood.
"At least the assassin after us will have no horse," I said. ( M/N: This book takes place in the old times, when cars where not invented yet. So horse was the only form of transportation, besides walking.)
"I told you, they were afraid of me." Innes scolded.
"Is our assasin afraid of you too?" I ask.
"Terrified," said Innes.
"Innes, we'll answer the kings riddle first. The Assassin must have left his new horse outside."
Innes paused a long moment. "And if he has?"
"Then we'll ride it to the castle Saint Eynsham Abbey, Innes." then I sighed.
"Are you remembering that horses are afraid of me?" Innes asked.
"Yes, terrified." I replied.
"Tousle, you might try to imagine for a moment - I know that this is difficult, but you might try to imagine anyway - that there is something in this wide, wide world that you do not know." said Da.
"My horse will sprout wings before I believe you've been to the king's castle." I told him.
"Then you will be plucking horsehair from the clouds before long." asnwere Da.
"There will be no answer taken back to Wolverham, the rebels will hang, and you three will never leave Saint Eynsham Abbey. Horses will sprout wings before any of you see the outside of this walls again." said our captor.
"Then we'll be plucking horsehair from the clouds before long," I answered. Lord Beryn stared at me, then turned his back, crossed the courtyard, and crashed the door behind him.
There you have it...
I saw these quotes (or made them up) and loved (or sort of liked) them:
''I don't believe in luck, unless we're talking about Lucky Charms'' -Me (M/N: Lucky Charms is an American brand of cereal)
"When life is not fair, you know that it is life." - Unknown
"Accounting is a chick magnet." -My Uncle Alex
"I am on a quest to the deepest, darkest corners of my room in search of what some would call "a floor" - a long and difficult task awaits me. Wish me luck my friends for I may not return alive." -Unknown
"In the world of love and dating... I'm lost. Get me a GPS." -Unknown
"All is fair in love and war. Especially war" - ME!!
"Death is God's way of saying, 'You're fired!' with no second chance. Suicide is humanity's way of saying, 'You can't fire me! I quit!" - Unknown
"When life gives you lemons, turn them into apple juice and let the world wonder how the hell you did it." - Unknown
"Other men look up and down, left and right, but men like us are different, we are visionaries." -Eoin Colfer, Linus, Airman
"Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before." -Unknown
"Skill is successfully walking a tightrope over Niagara Falls. Intelligence is not trying." - Unknown
"Don’t knock on death’s door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that." -Unknown
"The man who smiles when things go wrong has found a scapegoat." -Unknown
"Go to hell!" "Been there, done that, got bored, came back." -Unknown
"So you see a ghost, or think you do, and that is what has you scared half to death?" "I'd prefer it if you didn't use the word 'death' but yea..." "Well if I said 'scared half to watermelon' it wouldn't make sense." -Christian, in the fanfic 'A Ghost Seeing True Love'
"When I argue with myself it's normal. It's when I argue with myself and I LOSE that it's weird." - ME
"Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late" - Benjamin Franklin
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer." - Doulas Adams
"It is surprising that history should be so dull considering that so much of it is invented" - Jane Austen
"Is the pen mightier than the sword? How well can you use a pen if a sword cuts both your arms off? And yet, who in history will care if you have both arms cut off if you've written a good story?" -Me
"When you see doors of opportunity, run up to them and pick the lock." -Unknown
"Don't upset me I'm running out of places to put the bodies." - Unknown
"Life is but a mystery, but there are way too many villains!!" -ME!!
"They say "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well I think the guns help. If you stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill too many people." -Unknown
"Heaven kicked me out. Hell is afraid I'll take over." -Unknown ( MY FAVORITE! )
"If life gives you lemons, sell it to a lemonade vender and buy some smoothies" - Melanie Peterson
"People yell, people scream, and some people never realize that life isn't sacred unless you make it so." -Unknown
"When people insult people you love, ignore them. When they insult a book you love, fight them till the death" -Melanie Peterson
If you can keep your head while other people are losing theirs, you probably don't fully understand the situation.
M/N: Now! Here is a little something before you forget me:
•silence is golden, duct tape is silver