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The Boy He Once Loved He looked down at the boy he once loved, lying so peacefully in the casket in front of him.
He laid his hand on the pearlescent white inner lining.
His eyes, already puffy and sore from the days of straight crying, started to water yet again. He wipes them away, still staring at the boy he had loved for over a year lying dormant for the final time.
Behind him, comes the deceased's mother father and sister.
"You know, Dom, he loved you very much." She rested her hand on his shoulder, and wept with him silently. The father stood silently on her right, with the sister in toe. She cried as well.
They all just stood there, alone in the room.
How he wanted to touch his hand
What The Heart WantsSome days I just stare into the mirror and imagine where I'll be in thirty years.
At 33, I could see myself living alone with a prissy dog.
Because, anytime I see myself with a guy, I just imagine being so uncomfortable.
When he touches me, I shy away. When he hugs me, I pull back. When he kisses me, I turn my head. Sometimes, I wonder, if I even am gay.
If I'm gay, and I do see no problem with it whatsoever, why do I imagine these thigns? Why can't I picture myself happy with another man?
I mean, I want a boyfriend deep down, but maybe that's not what I "truly" want.
Whenever an opportunity comes my way, I tend to lash out. I tend to become a jackass and drive them away. But the ones I want, tend to leave me.
And, anytime I see myself with a girl, I justno.
Not what I want.
I can't picture myself with either.
Maybe that means I'm just still unsure.
Maybe that just means I'm meant to be alone.
Maybe that mean
StalkerI look at your pictures online, view every one.
I've always wondered when you may kiss me the way you kiss her in the pictures, hug me like that.
I've often dreamed about the time you and I could spend together, on summer nights. We could just lie together in the field, caressing each other, watching the stars twinkle above us.
It's the time I want us to spend together.
It's the time we need to spend together.
If we just got to know each other; I'm sure I could make you happy, treat you better than she treats you.
That break up that you guys just had that lasted about two weeks? Yeah, hun, that won't happen with me. We could be happy.
We could be permanent.
Well, not so permanentgay marriage is still illegal in PA, Sadly.
But, I swear I could show you a better time than she ever couldI know how to have fun.
So, Alec, take me for a spin.
Gage's Final FarewellHere, before us today, lies a boy who's life was taken from us prematurely by a disease.
Without dwelling on the negative, we must focus on the lives this boy has touched. At only seventeen, he's made lots of friends. He's been there through, and helped to sort out, numerous dilemmas.
Now, as I veer off of the eulogy I prepared, I've spoken to a few of his close friends; just before the mass began, a young lady approached me and told me a story about how this young man saved her life. She was having issues. And he helped, as she says, immensely. Without him, she added, that she saw no way out. She contemplated suicide.
I had the pleasure of meeting this young man's boyfriend before this ceremony as well. He walked up, shook my hand, and told me, once again, how amazing of a boy Gage really was.
It is always tragic; the death of a child. More so, I would say, than any other kind. But,
I Miss You... I lay on his bed, I breathe in his scent silently staining his sheets with my tears. I sit in his chair, staring senselessly at his computer screen just thinking about how much he used this thing. I run my hand over his keyboard; I grip his mouse.
He was way too young to have taken his own life so senselessly. He could have gotten help he could have said something-anything- to me... maybe a bye? That may have actually soothed so many of my worries and some of my regrets that I now have...
He couldn't have even thought about the effect all of this might have on our family.
I take something to keep his memoryhis bible. As i go to pick it up off of his nightstand, i see a piece of paper tucked gently between the pages... the handwriting was jittery and the p
Secrets Maybe he won't find out this time; maybe he won't realize the smell. He sure does smell good.
My boyfriend, Nick, was waiting in the living room-we just moved in together just a few months ago, and everything was going great. "Hey, babe. Getting in kind of late?"
"Yeah, sorry hun, the meeting ran over." I kissed him on the cheek. Maybe I was just paranoid, but I heard him take a long inhale.
"Your meetings have been doing that lately, haven't they?"
"Yeah, sorry.. we're releasing a new product soon, so that shit kind of happens. I promise you it won't tomorrow." I kissed forehead and headed to bed, relieved he didn't smell his scent on me.
I go lie in bed
Its Watching Me - Monster? Levi x Reader
In a night without the moon
a certain monster lurks
It watches intently
And when the moon is blue and full
You couldn’t explain it but you felt a certain set of eyes staring at you when you went to sleep.
Everyday you would go to school, do homework, and sleep. Repeat that routine five more times and that was your whole school week.
You always longed for something interesting to happen in your life but as usual with wishes nothing happened.
And no you weren’t a lonely or unsociable person. You had a great set of friends but namely the people you trusted your life with was Levi, Erwin, and Mikasa.
They were almost always around to talk to even though they had their own lives to deal with.
You sighed into your hand while doing your homework on your bed. “Highschool sucks”
Finally finishing homework, you put down your stuff and turned off the light.
And there the monster lurks
The Dance Team pt. 1"Just tell me what it is, already!" Gwen begged as she collapsed her well-padded bottom into Marisa's well-worn sofa. It squeaked in response to the sudden weight, "Oh! Probably oughta be more careful on this thing!"
Marisa stopped in her tracks to look at her friend, who was at that moment, pinching at her stomach, at the soft padding pooching proudly over her jeans, "You're joking, right?" She said, pulling her shirt up a bit to display her own thick, fleshy stomach, huge and heavy, hanging down over the front of her pants, "That couch is awesome. It can take me, you ain't got nothing to worry about, trust me!"
She walked to the side of the TV, where she stopped for dramatic effect, pushing her billowing bosom out, puffing with pride, a wide smile on her round face, "Okay, so you remember senior year, right, when my mom decided it would be a good idea to interview the dance team and record our shows?"
Gwen remembered, "Yeah?" She saw the grin on Marisa's face, "You didn't."
.: Reader x Sollux: Hack Wars (Masterpost) :."Must...
You muttered to yourself as you sat up in bed, groggily. Your hair was ruffled and you could personally care less.Though the fact was true, there was one thing you did care about. What day of week it was. You had a natural setting in your mind to wake yourself up around when you set your alarm clock to go off. Wait- your alarm clock didn't go off. What time was it? 7:05 A.M, February 25th, 2013. School canceled due to unexpected snow storm. Your digital calendar read.
You stood up and yawned, a small smile stretching across your face. No school today. Sweet. Just to be sure, you peeked out your window and surely enough, snow was everywhere. You hope your cat is okay...Yeah, you let her in last night. With another yawn, you shuffled over to your laptop and cracked it open.
Password wrong; attempts until auto-shutdown: 2
You stared at your screen; it took you a good five seconds to realize what
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
The Dance Team pt. 2Marisa was talking to a short, busty blonde when she saw Gwen storming out from the back.
Marisa held up a hand, motioning for the girl speaking to hush, apologizing, "Sorry, Tara, but I gotta cut you off. She just came out."
Tara understood, she nodding quickly and walking away from the scene.
Gwen was looking good, Marisa thought, hot as hell, and entirely pissed off. She didn't move towards her, just watched, enraptured, as her friend moved in her direction, wearing what must have been tonight's scheduled work attire, a blue, strappy bikini, the breasts studded with sequins and all of it entirely too small for a woman of her size. This last fact was more evident than ever just now, with the way she was walking, raging, conscious of the way her her thick, exposed body was jiggling with every step, but not in the mood to care about it. She looked furious, to put it lightly, her forehead was wrinkled with rage. She still had that hourglass shape, but it was a very thick hourglas
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
The Dance Team pt. 3The next morning, Marisa woke up first, and she didn't waste any time before she began planning. She was good with plans, she always had been, and the one in her head was one of her best yet.
She buzzed around the apartment, trying to be quiet, stepping as lightly as her 280 pound body could manage, setting things in place, making phone calls, knowing full well it might all be for nothing. Gwen was crucial to all this, and when she woke up, Marisa asked immediately, hoping for a specific answer, "You still up for it?"
Gwen sat quiet for a second, and Marisa's anxiety rose, but when she answered, it was with a submissive shrug and an unenthused, "Yeah, what the hell, let's do it."
Marisa held her excitement to a slight grin, "Breakfast?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Marisa half-laughed, "Kinda, a little, yeah. Breakfast means heading out, and you, uh, don't look ready."
Gwen looked down at herself, and saw a mess. She looked a slob, staring down at the soft, exposed mass of her once-fit f
England x reader : KingI do not own hetalia or you~
The song is King by Lauren Aquilina
16 years old
I sat quietly right outside England's bedroom. I could hear him quietly crying. I felt my heart ache knowing that he still missed America. I know I'm not a strong nation like America...but I'm trying...I'm the nation of (c/n). I sighed and looked at the guitar next to me. I had written the song for England...hoping it would make him feel better. I stood and took a deep breath and stood. I left my guitar in the hallway and pushed open the door. England was sitting with his back to the door looking out the window. "England..." I said softly looking at his blonde messy hair. "(C/n)....come here love." He said. His voice cracked ever so slightly. I walked over and sat next to him. "You know...i never thought he would leave me...but he did...and now that I have you...all I'm expecting is for you do leave me." I looked at the side of his face. I watched a tear roll down it. "England..." I whispered. I lo
D is for DisintegrationI’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient. I wanted to live off the grid- use solar energy for power and grow all my own food. When I accomplished this it was my finest hour. It had been hard, much harder than I anticipated but I did it. I had land which I farmed, a home built from sustainable materials, I was alone but happy- so busy that I didn’t have time to feel lonely. I felt an incredible sense of achievement for escaping the life most people led.
I thought most humans were greedy and gluttonous, so lazy in an age of technology that spurred nothing but anti-social behavior and a blatant disregard for our planet. I believe it was that disregard which brings us where we are today. I lived on my farm for less than a year when the earth was done with being robbed of its fossil fuels and had begun its disintegration.
It started with natural disasters. A host of seismic activity shook the world. Earthquakes ripped apart fault lines and great chasms were formed that
Writing Practice: DescriptionI lifted the rock in the corner, and took the half-empty pack of Marlboros into my hand. My fingers trembled as I took a cigarette from the pack. I havent smoked in months I light up, the smoke floats from the blackening tip. I raise the filter to my lips, and breathe in. I feel the smoke engulf my lungs, my throat goes dry. I exhale, releasing every bit of the gray cloud, before taking another drag.
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