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I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writer
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
When He SleepsSherlock detests sleep. Avoids it whenever possible. It's dull, pedestrian, unproductive and a waste of time. He only sleeps when it becomes absolutely necessary. When his body and mind are on the edge of collapse from over-exertion. Sleep was never a voluntary activity for him.
At least that's how it used to be. Now he sleeps quite regularly. Even on cases.
But only in the back of a cab. This is because of a certain jumper-wearing doctor that shares the cabs with him. Because in the cabs he can pillow against the above-mentioned doctor and sleep quiet contently.
It started out by accident of course; this "pillowing arrangement." They'd been on a particularly brutal case for over a week; a string of child murders made to look like suicides. The killers knew what they were doing and were painstakingly thorough in covering their tracks. Even managed to feed them a few false leads. Not thorough enough to trump Sherlock though. It had taken 9 days and a 3 hour foot chase across London, but
Adam and EveOne step closer,
Just take a bite,
The apple of your eye looks sweet tonight.
Sink your teeth in,
And never look back,
Watch as your desire fades to black.
Swallow your sin,
And hide your face,
My life depends on your fall from grace.
Taste the sting,
On your poisoned lips,
As the world finally slips from your grip.
Behind sweet perfection,
Humanity suffers from your guilty infection.
FrUk, Pirate Days- Chapt. 1Arthur is bound by the wrists in the brig of a ship. His crew had been locked up and he awaits his captor alone. "Bloody idiots! Release me at once!"
Suddenly, he heard a laugh, a laugh he hasn't heard in many years. Since left alone them alone, left behind that person so he could go to the sea.
His eyes narrowed, "Show yourself bastard."
"Ohonhonhon, bonjour Angleterre. Long time no zee." said someone with a thick french accent.
"Frog," he sneered, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
"Why, taking your ship of course amour~" he steps into the light and grins.
His formidable eyebrows rose, "Dont think I'll let you keep it, git."
Francis smirks, "Who said it was the ship I was after~" he said, placing the tip of his sword under his neck.
He grinned back, "Sword-play? You'll have to do better than that if you want to scare me."
Francis chuckles, "Oh I know, you were always a stubborn one. Now....I want you to follow me to my cabin, without a fight." he said, placing his swor
Dance in the Rain- Male!Reader x EnglandIn an utterly shocking turn of events, it was raining in England. Not a drizzly sort of rain, where clothes are barely covered in a layer of water, but one of those heavy rains- where simply stepping out for two minutes makes you look like a drowned rat. One of those rains that drives everybody indoors, where they spend the rest of the afternoon trying to resist the urge to murder their families. And a rain that had decided to fall on the only day in years when Arthur Kirkland had forgotten his umbrella.
Shivering, he muttered to himself as he walked, trying to distract himself from the cold. At least now he had proof that the concept of April Showers was a fallacy; this was more a monsoon than a shower. Admittedly, he’d probably seen heavier rain, but then he certainly wasn’t wandering about in it unprotected; it was more likely he’d been indoors then, or in a car, or just someplace where he could ignore it. By now his long coat was sticking uncomfortably to his body
Never steal from piratesChapter 1: Big mistake
SUMMARY: Alfred made a big mistake by robbing one of the most well known pirates around Captain Arthur Kirkland. Now he is forced to be part of his crew in order to live, but he knows that he has to find a way to escape.Along the way Alfred makes some discovers,and sees that not everything in the world is just black and white.Matthew looks for Alfred along with Gilbert, Roerich, and Matthias and Matthew is willing to do anything get Alfred back even if it means teaming up with Arthur’s enemies Captain Francis Bonnefoy and Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, but when Matthew finds Alfred will Alfred want to go back or stay with the pirate he has came to care for in the time period he has spent with him? Conflicted Alfred is conflicted! Now onto the story!!!
Captain Arthur Kirkland scowled as one of his crew members told him that someone had stole from his ship and caused damage to the ship too. Damn bloody fuck they probably stole the amulet! tho
FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 9Arthur let a small snore when morning came, cuddling up to Francis.
Francis groans and opens his eyes, "Shit..." he cursed, "My `ead.."
"Mmph..." Arthur groaned shuffling his body. He opens his eyes slightly, "Bloody hell...what happened.."
When he looks over at Francis, his eyes went wide. "What the hell?!" He shouts, falling out of the bed. Once he sees they were both naked, his face turned bright red and he quickly covered himself "You bloody frog!" he growls, "What in gods name did you do?!" He scrunched up with the blankets wrapped around his body.
Francis holds his head, the room spinning "Ugh...l-looks like...we got drunk..and did it"
"You-!Bastard..." Arthur groaned shaking his sore head.
Francis tries to stand up, but stumbles agains the wall "Oh....guess we `ad zome night"
He turns to the bottle on the floor. "And it was my good rum!"
Francis licks his lips, "Oui, it was good"
"Tsk..." He looks the other way trying to get up.
"Do you remember anyzing from last night?" he asks
A Pirate's Life: Chap 1"Papa! Stop!" you shouted as you dodged a chair.
Your mother and sister were cowering in the corner. Your father came home drunk again and you quickly went over to the corner with the others.
"Shut up wench!" your father yelled as he stumbled drunkenly.
He has never been this bad, you thought. You grabbed a broken chair leg and held it against your chest. You looked at your sister's scared face and saw a bruise on her cheek from this morning. You felt a burning rage boil up from your gut. You relaxed and tightened your grip on the chair leg. You could smell the rum on your father's breath from here. He stumbled closer and you swung the chair leg. You felt it connect, but you didn't know where. You grabbed your mother's hand and dragged her and your sister out of the little shack you lived in. You took off down the street into the night.
You woke up with the sounds of the market. You blinked and looked around, wondering why you weren't in your bed. Then you remembered
Hetalia Groups, Trio's, Duo'sGROUPS
Austro-Hungarian Empire Group:
Germanic Language Family:
House of Savoy:
Hi, I am Shiro! Wilkommen auf meinem Profil. ... hast du dich verlaufen?
eyecolor: green and brown something
haircolour: blonde, bit brown
weight: :enough to swim in water OJO
If I wouldn't be myself, but...
a month: February
a day: Friday
a daytime: DEEEEPEST night! (Muahahahaha >)
a planet: Venus
an animal: owl (hoot hoot XD)
a direction: West
a number: 86 (hey, don't judge, I know it is double-digited, but hey! )
a plant: lavender
an element: air
a Fantasy-Creature: a vampire? (err, yeah, not in a twilight-way, but... pale skin, hissing at the sun... you know what I mean?)
a school subject: Music/English (Yes, sir!)
a word: err... strange. Or 'definately' XD
an ice cream flavour: hazelnut (and Pistachio, Mozart, block chocolate, normal chocolate, marzipan, cookies, LEMON!!! And every other ones except vanilla! XD)
I don't have anything else to say about me... :I
Errrrr... okay, then I'll just put some sentenes here. ... en-joy?
"We solve cases! I blog about it and he forgets his pants!"
"I don't shave for Sherlock Holmes! - You should print that on a t-shirt."
"I don't understand..." - "Would be a good shirt print." - "... I still don't get it..." - " And there we have the back!"
"How was your weekend?" "Light, dark, light, dark, Monday..."
"Life is a mean game, but the graphics are awesome!"
"I hate people, animals and plants... stones are okay!"
"The name's Sherlock Holmes, the address is 221b Baker Str."
"Is it nice not being me? Must be so relaxing!"
"Please, don't talk out loud! You lower the IQ of the whole street..."
"What are you typing?" - "Blog" - "About?" - "Us" - "U mean me." - "Why?" - "... well, you're typing a lot..."
"Punch you?" - "Yeah in the face. Didn't you hear me?" - "I always hear 'Punch me in the face' when you're talking, but usually it's subtext."
"Shut up everybody! Don't MOVE! Don't SPEAK! DON'T BREATHE! Anderson, face the other way, you're cutting me off!"
"Its a skull..." - "A friend of mine."
"Do you remember, I was a solider. I killed people!" - "You were a DOCTOR!" - "I had bad days!"
"You're a Psychopath!" - "Highfunctioning sociopath!!! ... with your number! *grin*"
*On the Crimescene* "Why do I have this blanket? Why do they keep putting blankets on me?" - "That's for shock." - "But I'm not shocked." - "Yeah, but some of the guys want to take photographs."
"Ignore me. Ignore all of that." - "What?" - " It's the shock speaking." - "Hey, where are you going? We have some questio-" "I can't speak." - "But-" - "Look, I'm in shock. I've got the blanket!"
"Are you crazy, John? Mrs Hudson leave Baker Str? ENGLAND WOULD FALL!"
"It's not that I hate you or something... it is just... if you would burn and I had a glass of water... I'd drink it..."
Watson: So you're telling me, the murderer was an animal?
Sherlock: I'm telling you! IT WAS THE PENGWINGS, JAHWN!
The loneliest people are the kindest.
The saddest people smile the brightest.
The most demaged people are the wisest.
All because they do not wish to see others suffer the way they do.
Erst weiß wie Schnee,
dann grün wie Klee,
dann rot wie Blut
und schmeckt allen Kindern gut.
Sie hat zwei Flügel, kann nicht fliegen,
sie hat einen Rücken, kann nicht liegen,
sie hat auch ein Bein, kann nicht stehen,
trägt oft Brille und kann doch nicht sehen.
Carpe diem ^J^
Enjoy your day today! ^J^ And don't forget: Only Doctor Who can have pancakes yesterday! XD