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Day 37You Say:
Wicked little town HURTS,
and especially after having an encounter like yours...
Darling, there’s a reason why
I longed so to confide in you
when I had barely escaped that of which
‘Wicked Little Town' speaks
You’re the closest thing I know
to Hedwig in reality
and by that I mean
I know you know this distinct sort of hurt
better, I bet, than nearly anyone else
and because of that
I feel as though I don’t have to trip over my words
or feel like I’m wrong somehow
I just have to tell the truth,
that 'Wicked Little Town’ was my lullaby
and you immediately know how I felt
And I love you very much for that
if you’re ever in a place
where you need ‘Wicked Little Town’ as your lullaby
just call me up and I’ll sing it to you
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
Bleed ComfortI like the idea of sad triumph
the “we made it out-
but, god, look at these gouges”
the bittersweet endings
even with the primal need for happiness
I’m a sucker for anything
that makes me cry for two reasons at once
and I mean this in art and life
since even though my troubles
are quaint to say the least
there will always be a part of me, I think
who’ll be proclaiming it tragedy
even if the only sake of that
is to wear that tragedy
like perfume that makes me long for something
that only existed for the bare briefest of moments
RaindropShe has a certain
as if she could crumble entirely
yet have a tiny drop of soul remaining
held tightly in the universe
by her shear force
though that drop of spirit isn’t much
yet that is what she is now
yet still a shape
An Ideal WifeI know it isn’t a good mentality
to feel I need to prove my queerness
but ever since I was shooed away
from the Columbia queer club
due to never having a girlfriend before
I’ve felt like I had to prove it to myself somehow
but then sleeplessly the other day
while listening to my monologue
proof came in the form of parapraxis
calling my jerk boyfriend my jerk boyfriend
all throughout the gilded aged text
Oscar Wilde would probably find it funny
but it wasn’t just that
it was my stage manager pissed
and my cast mates in stitches
over Marmee suddenly having a wife
and the four little women suddenly having a second mother
and I find it especially funny
that it’s in theatre that I find my unnecessary proof
due to some obvious personal reasons
Carrier PigeonI know my poems
really aren’t poems
they’re more like
spaced and sectioned
in strange stanza-like ways
but I feel like anything can be art
and while others have twitter
I’ll keep on having this
RantasmoI’ve been having trouble sleep
and at one point I decided
to draft a fan letter in my head
while still half asleep
for being such a sweetheart
by answering an obviously leading question
about why homophobic people are ugly
with probably the kindest answer imaginable
mentioning how cruelty
detracts from aesthetic prettiness
that means a lot to me
and since he claims to have a tumblr
and if I were any small amount famous
I’d look at the stuff tagged with my name
many fine people do
I hope he’ll see this
because for all the jokes I’ve laughed at
and all the various things
I want to see due to being praised
as good representation
that moment is my favorite
has good thoughts
that will shine out of his face like sunbeams
and will always look lovely
P.S. this is so much better than my half asleep letter
which consisted basically of
“AUUAGAAAAGGHHGHHH- You’re so niiiiiiiiiice!!!"
skittishTonight is not a good night for the workout room
I feel particularly jumpy
and Morgan perceived bad vibes afoot earlier
and animals are not to be ignored
when it comes to spirits
so I’d rather not be in a mirrored room
when being alone with myself isn’t even assured
so instead I’ll write poetry
and be alone with myself with Morgan
in a well lit makeshift living room
quibblesI have poem seeds
and of this one, I don’t know what to make
the fact that
there is no way in hell
I can rightfully call myself CIS female
due to even basic biology
and the fact my hormones like malfunctioning
but whenever I talk of myself
as someone who identifies outside of the gender binary
some niggling little voice
loves telling me that I’m immature
and even though I think I’m wiser now
to have words that aren’t in the dictionary
that fit how I feel perfectly
it’ll all wear off like a fad or phase
but then I remember who that voice belongs to
the same people who told me
there’s no way I’ll stay queer past high school
and the same people who say
it’s selfish that I don’t hate myself
and even the same people who told me as a child
liking ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’
is something I would grow out of
since something that’s scary to others has to be a phase
Kickstarter Ransom"Hrrpmrpm!" A dark haired pro female soccer player grunted out as she wore a bright green and black combination soccer uniform and she was carried into safe house by two goons who had the audacity to kidnap her during a live game. Despite being on the field along with all the other teams, security and the thousands of fans they somehow made off with her which the action was witness by millions.
"And there you go." A slim short guy said as his tall partner bound the female known as Amber to a chair with rope as more bound her wrists, knees and ankles. A thick knotted white cloth kept her gagged as she was secured into the simple wooden chair. "Good job Josh, now for part two of our plan."
"I still don't know about this Nick, will this really work?" He asked over Amber's grunted struggles as Nick pulled himself up to a computer which had a kickstarter new funding page on it.
"Of course Josh, you got to stay up to date with kidnappings and ransoms and what better way to ransom a famous so
A sad little dragon (working title)Some time ago, a blue dragon with green horns hatched out of a blue egg with green spots. He had a very big family, with lots of uncles, aunts, and many cousins. But he only had one sister; a purple dragon with red horns. The little blue dragon also had a Papa and a Momma, both of whom he loved very much.
But when the blue dragon was only beginning to learn to walk on his chubby little legs, his Momma dragon got sick. It wasn't a sickness you could see, like the measles or the chickenpox. Momma dragon changed, in a very scary way. She was angry, and mean to the other dragons. And one day, when the little blue dragon woke up, his momma was gone. All of the adults were very sad, especially Papa dragon.
"Where is Momma?" Asked the little blue dragon.
"She flew away, little dragon." Papa said.
"Where did she go?" Asked the little blue dragon.
"To a place very far away, where little dragons can never fly to."
The little blue dragon never saw his momma again. And he was sad.
Years went by, a
Hetalia X young!reader: a new life 4I do not own hetalia or you~
This chapters really long :3
We pulled up into the driveway and got out. I could see (name) was wincing in pain. I'm still a little surprised that she's able to walk around with broken ribs...props to you (name).
We entered the house, "hey...can I wait down here?" She asked quietly. "Of course, I'll go get da stuff~!" I said hopping up the stairs. I quickly grabbed the medicine and went back downstairs. Though she wasn't there. "(Name)??" I said. No answer. "(Name)?!" I said again getting a little worried. I ran into the kitchen then out of the corner of my eyes I saw (name) doubled over in pain. "Oh my god! (Name)!" I ran over to her and felt her forehead and it was boiling hot. "Come on! I'm taking you to the hospital." I scooped her up and ran to my car and gently placed her in the passenger seat. As I was driving I quickly looked at her and her face was red and she was sweating and struggling to breathe. "Hang in there (name)! Your gonna
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life 3I do not own hetalia or you~
I groaned feeling the bright sun against my face. I opened my eyes and glared. Suddenly I realized I was tucked into my cozy bed Alfred had given to me to use for the time being. I smiled feeling the soft comforting sheets against my skin. I sat up and gave my attention back to the sun. I stood and walked to the window. I squinted looking at the sun then noticed a large cloud near by. I took a deep breath before gently blowing out watching the cloud float fast towards the sun covering it. I grinned and closed the window. I yawned and walked out into the hallway then felt intense pain in my side and arm. I looked at my cast on my arm and sighed. "Oh right... How did I not notice this right away?" I groaned and searched for Alfred's room. I found a door marked "HERO" and assumed it was him. I gently knocked before I heard some footsteps and the door was opened to reveal Alfred who had obviously just woken up. "Hey! Goodmorning~" he said happily. "H
Adobe Slabs Segment 3
A glass dish clanked against the cold metal sink. M fumbled to catch it. A pause in the conversation led M to believe the others probably stopped to look over at him. That, or because Billy had taken another long swig of beer. M couldn't be sure; he tried to play it off like nothing happened.
Billy exhaled. “She’s at home with my mom. She's been napping around this time every day lately. It works for me so I didn’t wanna break that habit.”
"Oh! That's convenient! A little disappointing though, I was hoping to meet her..."
“Daughter?” M said quietly, thinking it to himself more than anything.
All at once the three guests looked over at M.
"Like... Daughter, daughter?" M asked.
"Um." Billy started.
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Hey everyone! I just wanted to apologize on how late this chapter is…..seriously. I’ve been going through some continuous medical issues since Summer began and have recently been discharged from it all (thank goodness). Anyways, I want to get a great start on this along with my other stories! Thank you for being so patient so without further ado, Princess Rabbit.
Strongly based on the anime Princess Jellyfish and no, I will not be simply rescripting the anime I’m only basing the plot line around it, loosely at that.
“Are you sure you don’t wat one of us to come w
Atomic Hearts 1 (Japan x Android!Reader)
(Japan x Android!Reader)
Hey everyone! I just wanted to apologize on how late this chapter is…..seriously. I’ve been going through some continuous medical issues since Summer began and have recently been discharged from it all (thank goodness). Anyways, I want to get a great start on this along with my other stories! Thank you for being so patient so without further ado, Atomic Hearts.
The Uncanny Valley
The smell of gas hung in the air, it’s strong yet pungent scent causing my nose to scrunch up slightly. It reminded me too much of the city, I didn’t like it, it made me miss my small countryside abode.
“Mr. Honda, I do believe that we can cha
Attack on Titan: VariousxReader | 3
Beyond and Within Chapter 3
"J-join the Survey Corps?"
Levi hummed in response, nodding his head at the same time. You looked down at the floor, thinking about what the Corporal just said. The question was so sudden, you felt like she didn't have time to think about it. If you did join, the house you lived in for her entire life would be left behind, abandoned to rot. But if you didn't, you would have to spend the rest of your time in splendid isolation from the rest of the world, waiting for visitors that rarely pass by.
"You don't have to answer right now," Levi added, after seeing the trouble you was having. "But we don't have much time."
"How much time do I have?"
You nodded in agreement. You felt the Corporal glance at you, before he got up and walked away. The sound of the door opening creaked th
MY Father - MY Dad
After all this I made a realization. As you unfortunately know, my father died. He was consumed with his material worth and that was his downfall- it was to be expected. Still I can't believe he's gone, after selfish wishing through the years I finally know this isn't what I wanted. This isn't good at all. He's my father- I just am sad. That's the thing, my epiphany. Throughout it all and within your forever-flowing pages, I refer to the man as my father, my dad! I suppose that's all he ever was, not a friend or protector, just a relative. I'll go to the funeral. He always said that I looked ready for one. I may have hated him, but he deserves someone to mourn him.
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