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The Times, They Are A-Changin'Danny, the representation of California stood in front of a news crew wearing an old suit. He pushed his messy blond hair out of his face again and leveled a steady look with the camera in the front.
“We have to admit that if things continue the way they are, we are going to have a problem!” Danny shouted, slamming his hand down. “And if everyone helps with this, America won’t drown in this problem!”
He turned and left, leaving the reporters behind. As he walked, two others joined him, states Nevada and New Mexico.
“Times are sure are changing, huh, Mexico?” Nevada said, a small smile on her face.
The blue eyed Connecticut, Ryan, sat with a note book trying to write as fast as America spoke. He was trying to make sure that his newspaper got the story before any of the others papers.
“Dude, don’t write this down!” Al said, grabbing the book. “This hasn’t even started, watch and take notes in your head.”
Final HeroMy name is Eden McCord and I am the last hero. I didn't use to be. There used to be heroes everywhere. Ones that had super powers. Ones that risked their lives for little to no pay. But that was before.
It happened on a day like any other. The three of us that had banded together as a group of sorts were just relaxing that day when a call came through for two of us to get a criminal that was in town. Without much thought, I volunteered with my best friend, Dex.
Dex was an odd girl, who prided herself being a weapons master. She could pick up anything and use it to fight. Even a stick. One thing that really set her apart from the rest of the us was that she was one of the rare normal people who are heroes. I'm close to them, but only slightly. I have bird wings but they are useless in most fights, so I'm usually using chemical mixtures that my dad sends through my twin brother Marshall.
The call was to the edge of town, which was normal for us. These calls are usually from the cops when
Important to All my WatchersWell, here's one for you all to enjoy. Everything's either on hold or canceled. My Toshiba decide today to fry it's hard drive, so I'm without any of my work on anything. Nuzlocke first comic gone. Work on Daughter of Evil/Tear of the Sword/Alluring Secret gone. Files on Black Arrow and Black Bird: Gone. I'm searching my email to find what I've sent over the year to different people, but I won't have all my files so most of my projects I'm canceling. If you're curious if the reason you watch me got cancelled or just on hold comment. I'll tell the truth and if you want to un-watch me go ahead.
(And apparently :iconstories-of-lives:'s computer fried to so we're both using her old dell. (Yeah we're rooming together for a bit).)
Costume Ideas For AHS Short MoviesRuby: Hair short and down. Red shirt that is easy to move in yet still looks good and would be practical if in a fight. Dark jeans tucked into pair of black boots. Sword with red hilt. Red spade somewhere on her that is able to be seen but not right away.
Ken: Short. White button up with blue scarf around neck. Black Slacks and dress shoes. Later on a gun with blue details added. Blue diamond somewhere that is visible but not seen right away.
Clover: Hair let down and straightened. Green dress that goes down to right about the knees. Black ballarinas. Crown with (if possible) green gem in it. White tights or leggings under dress if actress want them. Green earrings welcomed. Green club like others.
Allen: Blonde wig that can be pulled into ponytail. Yellow pollo with shorts and sneakers. One half of a yellow heart somewhere on his neck, hidden slightly by hair.
Alice: Blonde wig that is the same as Allen's. Yellow sundress with white sandles. White bo
Story of Evil (Scene One)Scene One
Once upon a time, there was a spoiled princess who ruled over a yellow Kingdom.
All the princess ever did was spend large amounts of money and have fun.
And anyone who defied her was murdered as a traitor.
The terrible princess became known as the Daughter of Evil.
The people were deprived of both money and food so they became greatly troubled.
At that moment, a swordswoman with red armor captured the princess.
The princess was to be executed in front of her people, causing them to rejoice.
But the one to laugh hardest at the gallows was the Daughter of Evil.
In the end, her final words were: Oh, it's tea time.
When the church bell tolled three times, her reign was over.
Peace returned to the land.
Everyone was happy.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Voices in my MindThere are three voices,
Two of which I listen to,
The third forever ignored,
The first voice I call Solita,
She usually is crying or laughing,
No good middle ground with her,
The second is Barb,
She's either mad or stotic,
Never showing a smile,
The ignored voice is mine,
Because the second I listen to it,
I don't know what to do.
Do You Think...Do you think,
Based off their book?
Do you think,
Off their careers?
Do you think,
O Goggles! My Goggles!O goggles! my googles! where ever have you gone?;
It's only been a year now, the prize we sought hasn't been won;
The day is near, the coplayers I hear, the people all dressed,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the costume grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where do my dear old goggles lie,
Lost and forgotren.
O goggles! my googles! Come back to me;
Come back--for without you I'm done--for without you I'm through;
For you are the most important peice--for you are the prize winner;
For you are need, to win this contest, to make their egear faces turn;
Here googles! dear googles!
Where ever have you gone;
Is it some dream that you are gone,
That you'll never be seen again?
My goggles never come back, search as I may,
My goggles never see that victory, they may as well be dead;
The trophy is still here, safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful looking, the victor cosplayer, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
The Story of Tall JackIn my home town there was the story of Tall Jack. He got his name because he was the tallest teenager in town. Jack was only fifteen, and of course, always causing trouble in the small town. Now, Jack was in love with the mayor's daughter, Lillian or Sweet Lily. Mayor Johnson didn't like his daughter and Jack together, so he had the cops frame Jack for a murder.
No one on the jury questioned it, and Jack was sentenced to death. In the town of Moonstone, there was only way to kill someone, hanging. Jack's hangman was his worst enemy, Kaien Hill.
Jack's execution wasn't quick. Kaien tied the noose so it strangled him, not break his neck. They didn't stop Kaien from slowly killing Jack, only turning away from the gruesome sight.
The story then says than Lillian found where he was buried, and cried herself to sleep beside the grave. A wolf found her, and ended her life next to her lover's grave. They say late at night, you can hear Sweet Lily crying and see a tall figure running around the
Child!Canada X Mommy!Reader: Waiting
Matthew told himself that he would stay up all night waiting for you to return home. He was still upset over the fact that you hadn’t allowed him to come to the meeting that you were attending that day. It wasn't that often that you actually allowed him to tag along, but when you did, he was always excited to come along and travel to an unfamiliar place where he would meet your...unusual friends. Even though he was pretty shy and wouldn’t talk to most of them, he still always enjoyed the feeling of going somewhere with you.
This time however, no matter how much begging he had done, you simply refused to allow him to come with you. So he was left in the house alone, bored out of his mind, searching for things to keep himself occupied, like eating or watching TV.
You told Matthew that you would be back at around 7 p.m. Now it was already well into the evening, and he sat on the sofa in the living room with the lamp on next to him, staring at the blank TV screen and hugging a
Broken (BuckyxReader) One-ShotDistant stars
Come in black or red
I've seen their worlds
Inside my head
The only sound in the old apartment, was the TV that was left on some infomercial channel. Outside cars honked as they tried to get past one another, and the stars somehow managed to shine bright despite the bright New York City lights. You cocked your head to the side as you watched a couple walk hand-in-hand down below. You wondered what it was like to be love, to have someone to cherish.
“Could you step away from the window?” Bucky, your former partner, grumbled.
He was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV. He was not quite looking at what was on however, he was trying to clear the war that was raging in his mind and heart. After Hydra had been terminated, you and Bucky had escaped to somewhere deep in the city.
Until now, Bucky had always been the Winter Soldier to you. That was his codename and the only name that people ever addressed him as. After battling Captain A
My Treasure - Winter Soldier x Child! Reader
“Ouch! That hurts”
“Right in the jaw, Cap!”
“Dang! That’s gonna leave a mark!” you stated observing the fight between Captain America and some villain with a metal arm.
The way the two fought made you watch in awe. How their bodies could take that much hard hits left you amazed.
As Captain America used a right hook on the villain, his mask flew off.
Your hand flew to your mouth. Even though the punch wasn’t directed to you, you could imagine the pain. After all that was the reason you left the orphanage…
Looking back to the fight, you saw the villain’s face. Your eyes widened.
Chin length brown hair accentuated his sky blue eyes. He was very handsome; probably even more so than Captain America!
However, his eyes seemed strange. Like he was lost. This struck your tiny heart. It reminded you all too much of when your parents- ‘No I spent months
Avengers x Reader Ignore Tony DayAvengers x Reader Ignore Tony Day
"This is so mean! Why would you want to do this, you sick people!" you yelled at your fellow Avengers (minus Tony). They stared back, unfazed.
"It'll be fun." Clint said simply. You sighed in defeat.
"Okay, I'll do it." Tony was, for some reason, not in the Tower that day. About five minutes ago, he called saying that he would be back soon. After that, Natasha and Clint got to scheming and things went crazy from there.
You all decided that when Tony got home, you all would act as if he didn't exist.
"Wow. That was easy. We hadn't even asked you yet." Natasha said. You shrugged.
"I'm easily swayed."
"Or we're just very persuasive."
"Look, we have to have some ground rules for this," Clint said,"first off, no contact with Tony. No eye contact, no nothing. He does not exist. Understood?" You all nodded.
Tony walked in a while later and saw you all in the kitchen sitting around the table. He saw that his chair was missing, but he didn't think
Misunderstood!France X Reader: I'm Not A Rapist 8
“So based on what I have been told, you punched a girl in her stomach because you deemed her to be aggressive and a threat to yourself when she made a statement to you that you disagreed with,” said one of your school deans, subconsciously tapping a pen against his desk. “You had been called in to his office not long after you arrived at school and were currently sitting in the somewhat small chair in front of him, staring directly into his eyes with a blank, emotionless stare. “As a result of your aggressive behavior she had fallen on the ground and received injuries to her elbows as well as her legs. Care to explain why you thought it was right to punch her in the stomach?”
“I did not punch her in the stomach!” you blurted out, your blank gaze immediately filling with shock and anger. “Most of what you said to me is a bunch of lies. Who told you this?”
“The girl you injured as well as two of her friends,” the dean answ
Axis x Reader: Let's Play Maury!
You were with the Axis in your living room just skimming through channels.
"Is Maury on?" you asked Italy, who was in charge of the remote control.
"No, sorry (C/n)," Italy replied, still looking at the tv.
"Damn," you sat on your fancy chair (or as you called throne) and pondered. "Hey, how about we play a game? It's gonna be Maury!"
"DAT IS SO SMART," Italy said. "Germany! Be Maury!"
Germany groaned. "Fine. As long as it occupies you two from doing something stupid."
"Japan is the audience!" you said.
"So, my name's Tay Tay and I'm thinkin' that's my boyfriend, Dimitri is cheatin' on my ass and my child named LaToya." You grabbed a wig with black hair and purple streaks. You gave a messy, short black wig to Italy and brought in some ratchet clothing for your little 'roleplay'.
"Germany start us off," you said.
"So, once I looked into the lie detector you said that you hadn't cheated on (C/n)-"
"It's Tay Tay!" you yelled.
"Yes...Tay Tay. The lie detector determined that was a
Pacem | Levi x Reader
we taste the ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ end;;
--and ｈｕｎｇｅｒ life again
It seems as if such a thing is unheard of in this life; to live in moments of solace and happiness.
There’s never a moment where you’re on edge; always prepared for the worst.
Because you’ve all experienced it-- you know what this world is capable of. The titans that wre
Hetalia x Depressed!Reader - intro
It was too much.
You felt too much pain already, and you were only fifteen. You sat at home, holding the British flag, heart-shaped pillow that your close friend, Arthur, had given to you on your twelfth birthday close to your chest, with tears brimming your eyes.
You couldn't stop remembering all the bullying you got. It drove you to the point of insanity; making your emotions erratic, and making you ever-so-fragile. You couldn't handle much anymore. It was actually rather easy, now, to make you upset. You couldn't help it...your emotional strength was practically nonexistent.
Depression was simply not a fun thing to go through. Suffering from the sadness on and off was annoying as hell, and it only made you vulnerable. People tell you to stay strong, and that smiling will help strengthen you. But the fake smiles that you seem to somehow be able to nearly flawlessly only broke you more.
It all started in third grade. Third grade was when the fights between your parents started. At fir
[Romano x Reader] Stupid Ragazza!"What possessed those bastards to give this-a ragazza a full set of-a shots?" Lovino groaned, as he looked at you with an irritated expression. "And why the fuck do I-a have to carry her back Oh, right. Perché mio stupido fratello and those bastards are smashed, that fucking Gilbert are still serving them. Che stupido! England is on-a damage control. Fucking bastards! It's all Antonio's fault for inviting her over to Gilbert's dorm!" He rolled his eyes. Lovino then shoots a glare at the sleeping (passed out), [Name]. "And you're a fucking Godsake idiot for-a drinking so much, knowing that you're as much a lightweight! Now I-a gotta fucking carry you back to your own dorm! Wait until I-a fucking tell the school staffs what you guys have been doing! Ugh, I ought'a leave you back in there, and..."
You let out a cute snore, and tries to press closer to Lovino. Lovino blushes, and sighs in acceptance. "È stupida ragazza! Hai dannatamente fortunato sono stato abbastanz
America's Journal, Boston MasacareMarch 5, 1770
I'm getting sick of the BS Arthur and Ben are making me go through. Arthur is forcing me to follow his rules and make the kids follow them too. And freaking Massachusetts decides to cause trouble every time he gets the chance a new rule is broken.
Today's one is the respect of the British Military. Guess how he managed that one? He decided to attack them when a crowd gathered outside the customhouse. The group made the sentry nervous, so he called for help. One of the soldiers that showed up fell, causing the others to panic.
Five dead after the British men fired into the crowd. One of those Son's of Liberty name Paul Revere is calling it the Boston Massacre. Almost fitting...
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