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TeaTime PestilenceGossiper, Gossiper
Do you ever stop talking?
Spreading your useless lies...
Do you ever stop stalking?
Your friends are dropping like flies
Ruining the lives of others...
I don't care what you have to say...
Just stop talking, you little bother
And go your den to stay...
Please STOP talking-
I've asked you once before...
You've done your stalking
Now NO ONE cares anymore.
look what you've done-
A death you have recently caused
You've had your fun
Your mouth is on permanent pause.
I had always been scared of myself. Not that I had low self esteem, but I just wasn't comfortable in my own body. I never understood why it mattered so much- why people would need to like you and whatnot. I was a frail boy really, small and lanky- and soft little cheeks. I had obtained the nickname 'Mouse' shortly after arriving at Highschool as a freshmen. My height was no bigger then 5 ft 2, and a straight 110 lbs. My hair was a cruel mixture of a soggy brown and red- and I DESPISED it. My eyes were a absent-minded greyish-green- but I heavily resembled a mouse nonetheless.
Lunch was always a problem for me. You see- I wasn't popular. (Shocking- I know.) I loved reading, writing and most of all- drawing. I would sketch day in and day out. There was a small table, fit for two, in the back of the library. People called it my 'nest'. When I wasn't in class or at home, I was reading the newest manga or novel that had come out. My family wasn't like me really. A sugary-sweet
Doctor, DoctorI won't be the surgeon for your broken heart
My gloves don't need to be wasted by touching your blood
There's never enough disinfectant to wash it all away
You gave me this disease,
One I can't find a cure for
And I swear you're laughing at me
I don't want to be your doctor
I don't want to be in your life.
There isn't a cure for what you have,
you and your damned excuses
There will never be enough time
To forget those memories
So thank you, my patient,
For giving me an uncureable disease
Disguises Menma X Reader
Reports of a strange hooded figure had been circulating through the leaf for almost a full week now. The problem was, only children were reporting seeing this figure, making the source a little less credible than most would like. This fact however didn't keep a lot of people from worrying, which is why you were stuck walking through the village at all hours of the night. As you turned another corner, Kotetsu come into your line of sight. “See anything yet?”
“Anything out of the ordinary you mean?” Kotetsu shook his head and sighed. “No, not a thing.”
“Same here.” Your path crossed with his as you continued walking in opposite directions. He was the first contact you'd had with anyone in an hour. It was a shame your meeting had to be so short, they talking might have helped keep you both awake. Only moments later you found your eyes were drooping and your mind was going blank. “Maybe I should just sit somewhere for a while, it'
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Konohamaru
Jiraiya slapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Who do I want to go next? How about a younger player this time?” He walked up to you and took your hand in his. “You'll do nicely, follow me please.” Jiraiya took you to the middle of the room where the bucket was waiting for you. “Go ahead and pick.”
You placed your hand into the bucket without hesitation, quickly feeling through the large mound of items. You quickly whipped out a large scarf. “Konohamaru, this belongs to you right?” You held the scarf above your head so he could see. it.
“Yup, sure is.” Konohamaru ran to you, grabbing his scarf and wrapping it around his neck. “Let's get this party started already, I', way past tired of waiting.”
“Calm yourself Konohamaru, you're going to scare the girl away.” Jiraiya laughed and walked over to the closet. “Okay, you can go inside now. Have some fun.” Ko
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Intro Sakon/Ukon
“I tell you what, I did not realize we had so many people here.” Jiraiya gave everyone a nervous laugh. “Guess I should shut up and get started huh?” He pointed at you. “Come on up here, I think it should be your turn.”
“Finally.” You half ran up to Jiraiya, immediately placing your hand inside the bucket. After a moment of searching, a small, blunt, tube like object captured your attention. “This feels, familiar for some reason.” You raised the item up from the bucket to find the very recognizable shape of a tube of lipstick. The small colour circle on the bottom read turquoise. “Okay, which one of you guys dresses in drag? Wait, never mind, most of you do that.” You laughed. “Who's lipstick is this?”
“I don't dress in drag, however, that lipstick does belong to me.” Sakon slowly walked over to you, a strange sort of smile covering his pale face.
D.Gray Man Seven Minutes in Heaven Krory
You walk to the center of the dining hall to pick an item from the box. The amount of items inside made you think twice about analyzing every single thing you touched. "This is a lot of stuff." You decided to just grab something to speed things up. You pulled out a small super hero action figure. "Um, I'm not really sure who this might belong to. Sorry."
Krory shyly stood up from the cafeteria seats and walked over to you. "It's mine, It helps remind me of my mission as an exorcist. It keeps me strong and focused." He gave you a toothy smile and took your hand in his. "So, I guess we head to the supply closet then huh?"
"Yup, you two only have seven minutes, so you'd better get moving." Lavi nudged you both in the direction of the closet. "Hurry up now." You and Krory went inside the closet and found a place to sit. "See you two in seven, and Krory, try not to get too feisty, I know hoe you can get when you're left alone with a girl." Lavi laughed and shut t
D.Gray Man Seven Minutes in Heaven Cross
You walked up to the center of the cafeteria where Lavi was holding out the box for you. You placed your hand inside and began the all important search. Something hard and cold got your attention, you were pretty sure you knew what it was. After lifting the item up, your suspicions were confirmed. It was a bottle, containing wine. Somehow you already knew who it belonged to. "General Cross, this wouldn't be yours now would it?"
Cross looked up at you and smiled. "Yes, yes it is. I thought I'd putt something in there we could use." He stood up from the couch, flicking his half smocked cigarette on Allen and walked over to you. "Ready?" Cross threw an arm over your shoulder and continued walking towards the closet.
"Um, General Cross, not to be rude or anything, but try not to get too crazy in there okay? You only have seven minutes, and I'd rather not open up the door to you both naked." Lavi let out a nervous laugh. Cross just glared at Lavi as he walked you into the closet. "
Skyrim Valentines Day PoemBlood Dragons are green
Some orcs are too
I'd lockpick every lock
and gives the items to you.
I'd slay every dragon,
Id give you my gold,
I'd kill every foresworn,
I'll always be yours to hold.
I'd forge all your armor,
I would sharpen your blad
I'd tighten your bow,
I'd save you from every bandit raid.
FUS RO DA baby!
Have a superb Valentines Day!
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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