January 2010
Chapter 19 of Origins.
His movements and sounds screeched across Roger’s raw nerves like metal on metal. He experienced a stab of extreme revulsion towards the redhead.
Poor Matty.
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Not even gravity could defeat him; the very laws of the universe bent to Mello’s will.
It wasn’t ‘til the Death Note that Mello met his match. ):
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Roger’s eyes sparked with anger and he strode...
“What’s happened to your gown? ):<”
“I threw it away.”
“I am going to be so glad when you’re outta here..”
“Get out. Just get out. You’re making m- you make my stomach sick. HEHEHEHHEH.”
Chapter four of The Hunt.
“If they’re as organized as they seem to be, it’s likely that we’ll encounter them again, and we can do our best to eliminate the lot.”
Exterminate, Mello thought. Eradicate.
SAKUJO!
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“Don’t count your chickens,” he advised, “before they hatch into velociraptors.”
Let’s start saying that.
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They called it the storeroom, but it was really more of an...
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Pssst, go do the Pokemon meme thingy in my DA scraps.
Darry also knew Soda was like a barnacle. He literally attached himself to whoever he was sharing a bed with, thus leading to the bed fiasco that had Pony not sleeping.
It’d be interesting to sleep with him.
(;
‘One thing at a time, Curtis’ that little voice in the back of my head soothed. ‘And don’t forget to breathe.’
DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE!!!
“Dally,” it was barely a whisper as the bullet-riddled body approached me, looking much like Pony and Johnny had
“You,” Dally hissed right before jumping at me
It was like fighting a zombie.
It was like fighting a zombie? If not a zombie, what the heck would you call this reanimated corpse?
The general rule of thumb was that you didn’t come calling before noon. It was a sign of respect for everyone that had been drinking the night before and was suffering from a nasty hangover. Well, I had no pity for those fools and I figured that getting business out of the way now would help to free up a lot more of my day than waiting around for Buck to haul himself out of his drunken sleep.
He...
The judge leaned back in his chair looking interested. He was fingering his gabble by this time and I wondered if he thought it made him look sinister or something. It made him look like a faggot, but I wasn’t about to say that to him.
Haha, gabble. Haha, only faggots finger their gabbles.
It was the biggest kick to the gut I’d had all night
His gut hurt.
It made my point even more distinct than before, but this was like talking to a snappy doorknob.
Obviously I’m familiar with the “talking to a doorknob” phrase — who isn’t? But I guess seeing it mixed up a little (with the new adjective inserted) made me sit up and take notice of it anew.. It’s a weird friggin’ saying. Why a doorknob? Dear God,...
Darry crossed is arms and waited on Soda to do something. I guess Soda understood because he stumbled out of the room and down the hall with Darry on his tail. He reminded me of a bull right then. A big, no nonsense bull steering Soda towards his room.
He’s like the Red Bull steering the unicorns into the sea.
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Oblivious, Near continued. “Mello should not threaten Jury with physical injury for speaking the truth. It is illogical and childish. Only a loser would behave like that.”
Mello froze. The words seemed to suck the breath right out of him, leaving his throat painfully constricted. The sheer condescending arrogance with which Near spoke to him never ceased to catch him...
What happens when Soda turns Johnny into a piece of cheese? Will the gang be able to make him human again?
“Hey leave him out of this”, Darry barked. “Michael listen to me… Steve’s dead! And if you won’t believe me telling you…” Darry went to the other room and grabbed an old paper and turned to the death notes and showed Michael. “Here’s his death note.”
Who the hell calls the obituaries the death notes?
Oblivious, Near continued. “Mello should not threaten Jury with physical injury for speaking the truth. It is illogical and childish. Only a loser would behave like that.”
Mello froze. The words seemed to suck the breath right out of him, leaving his throat painfully constricted. The sheer condescending arrogance with which Near spoke to him never ceased to catch him off guard. For a split second...
Today, my dad told my brother and I what his rich friend did with people who passed out drunk at his parties when he was younger. He had a room in his house where everything was completely upside down: chairs and tables stuck to the ceiling, magazines and glasses on the table, bookshelves and pictures on the wall were all turned upside down. He said it used to take people ten to twenty minutes to...
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5143636/10/Matts_Guide_to_Love_Dating_and_Marriage
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Taking a road trip with your loved one is perhaps one of the most intimate gestures you could do. Not intimate in the “I’m going to kiss you and cuddle you and oh yeah by the way I slipped ground up Viagra in that apple cider you were drinking so that we can have a wild sexy night of...
Looking annoyed at being interrupted, Cherry continued. “Yes, he does…but I heard the dispatcher say that a Ponyboy Curtis was brought in.”
Her voice lowered to a quiver, her green eyes looking at me with concern.
I raised my eyebrow in interest.
“Yeah, he was.”
“What’s happened?”
“Cherry, I can’t discuss the specifics with you. His family doesn’t even know yet…”
I glanced at her...
“Hi,” she lisped.
How do you lisp “hi?”
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So, I’m reading Tierfal’s Vampire Death Note fic, and I was skeptical at first, but ended up finding it to be pretty interesting. I was all excited when I thought what was Light vampire showed up, but then this happens.
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If there was nothing but watery leftover oatmeal for lunch, he was going to stake a ho.
Fanfics are always funnier when read from...
When a person ran by shouting, “Guns! Help! Planes! Help!” Artemis managed to attain the knowledge that Butler had gained moments earlier.
1.) “Guns! Help! Planes! Help!” someone shouted.
2.) “WE’RE BEING SHOT AT! OH MY FUCKING GOD, WE’RE BEING SHOT AT,” someone screamed.
Now, if your plane was being gunned down by Japanese fighter jets, which reaction do you...
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So, I’m reading Tierfal’s Vampire Death Note fic, and I was skeptical at first, but ended up finding it to be pretty interesting. I was all excited when I thought what was Light vampire showed up, but then this happens.
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If there was nothing but watery leftover oatmeal for lunch, he was going to stake a ho.
Fanfics are always funnier when read from Mello’s POV.
“Good timing,”...
God, even when Kara (on American Idol) compliments someone, she sounds like a complete bitch.
“Get the hell out of here before I rip off your balls and stuff them down your throat, you useless piece of pig shit,” he snarled.
If you fucking hyuk behind me one more time..
I’m serious. Apparently Near heard this huge argument between the two of them (apparently Light left the microphone on) that went something like this:
“But you hate strawberry eclairs, Ryuuzaki!” “No, Light-kun! Bad Light-kun! That is my strawberry eclair and I shall do it with it as I please!” “Ryuuzaki, give me the damn eclair!” “Light-kun, no!...
Her surprised gasp was satisfying, as well as the fear in her eyes when I gave her the darkest glare I could muster. And believe me, it’s pretty damn scary. I’ve seen it myself in the mirror once.
Haha. Mello’s dumb.
It was an awful good thing she didn’t know the extent of my pain. No one did, nor would they ever. That was for me, and me alone, no need to bother anyone else.
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Just thinking about that sent a shock of pain through my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, fist clenching up under the table, willing the hurt to go away.
It had been years since that day. Three long, painful years, and with...
"Good gracious, who is all this oatmeal for?" -...
“It’s, uh, for the, uh.. Needy Oatmeal Lovers of America..” - Hyde, while stirring a ginormous pot of oatmeal and clearly lying.
It reminds me of on The Golden Girls when Blanche was talking dirty on the phone about her undies and whatever, and Sophia’s brother, a priest, came into the kitchen, and Blanche tried to cover by saying she was collecting lingerie for needy sexy...
I must look horrified because he says gently, “Squirt, I’m not excusing them. I’m just explaining it. This isn’t a Disney movie. It’s life.”
An abusive husband and a stupidass wife.. Yeah, worse has happened in Disney movies.
My feet move before my brain can think and suddenly I am in the living room. “Hey – stop it,” I steel my voice to stay strong. Don’t be stupid, a voice inside of me warns.
Don’t be stupid.
Raye Penber, the voice of consciences across the world.
Soda knows his best friend’s handwriting. The S that looks like a deformed X.
How the hell do you make an S look like an X?
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Today when I woke up, I kinda laid in bed being unhappy because since my parents’ divorce, I didn’t like my mom flirting with new guys. But then a couple minutes later, I remembered that my parents only got divorced as part of my long, complicated...
THE MAN'S AS GAY AS A PICNIC BASKET!
Yet another generalization that didn’t fit him. Still, he couldn’t just call this girl a “slut” or “idiot” in front of others. No, there were more people listening in and he had a reputation to keep.
Ehuh. Light saying “slut.”
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Then, the clocks were started and everyone began scribbling furiously. At least, everyone but him. Light just focused on filling in the circles...
Ponyboy and Johnny were best friends. Ponyboy and Johnny. That’s PB&J.
“Urg!” I gaged. “Is that ramen?! How can you eat ramen this early?”
“There’s nothing here for breakfast.” He explained.
“Then go to the cafeteria, you freak!
Well hmph, that seems dramatic. Noodles are a perfectly good breakfast.
“… You fought?” Near guessed, his dull eyes looking up while I grabbed everything that even remotely looked like it was mine and Matt frantically dabbed at his bleeding lip that had gotten worse.
“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep you little freak.” I hissed.
“Just seems like you can never get along with anyone you’re in a room with for more than 6...
“You will listen to me. I’m your roommate and I’m the boss.” I snickered.
“Fuck that, who says so? What are you, a five-year-old?!”
“I’m boss ‘cause I’m older. And taller.” I informed.
“I ain’t taking orders from a fucking transvestite!” He snapped.
Heh. Matt power. He ain’t taking orders from a fucking...
I cleared my throat loudly. “Hel~lo?” I waved my hand in front of his face. He didn’t move, staying focused on his graphic, bloody game that seemed to involve zombies… or Nazis… zombie Nazis? “I’M YOUR NEW ROOMMATE.” I stated loudly. He nodded his head slightly. At least I knew he was alive - his fingers flying across the buttons of his controller...
“And that was two days ago,” Mail continued, “I found her dy—-dying yest—yest—yesterday when I got h-home.” He stuttered. “She told me—She said it was him. She said that- that he didn’t want her t-to be with an-anyone e-e-else.” He could feel the sobs coming, as they’d come all day. The four officers looked at each other in disgust at the man, wincing as the boy continued, “There...
His head was lifted by his hair and this time he was able to focus on the speech.’Now state your name for the camera detective.’ his head lulled foreword and his greasy hair fell into his eyes though his face was still clearly visible.’M-my name is’- MM
M-my name is (what?)
M-my name is (who?)
schikka schikka Mail Jeevas!
(..Why did I automatically assume they were...
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5416769/9/Origins
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Then Quillsh lightened the mood by chuckling. “Roger, you know that I still have to periodically change L’s clothes for him, right? To spare your delicate sensibilities, I won’t even go into what it takes to make sure he actually gets himself clean in the shower. If I’ve spent too much time around him, at least it’s given me an appreciation...
today we were playing with my spanish teachers christmas ornimants and she came running in screaming DONT TOUCH MY BALLS and a minute later the principal ran in out of breath and screamed THATS WHAT SHE SAID best. day. ever. MLIA
Girls don’t have balls..
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5451570/1/Fix_You
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The redhead never saw the damp white cloth the other hand held. But suddenly it was pressed to his mouth and nose, cloying his senses in a thick dizziness that swept him down, down, into darkness…
Lol. Mello had to chloroform Matt in order to run away from Wammy’s because Matt got so sad and upset. That’s not very nice of Mello....
Matt is just your typical make-up artist fresh out of college.When he finds out the world-famous singer, Mello Keehl, is hired to play a supporting role in a movie, his life is turned upside down by the crazy blonde! And what’s this about a love triangle?
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Matt is in an ayslum until beyond birthday tries to kill him and he is taken to a new ayslum called shinigami institute where...
So my sister is making me watch “Drag Me to Hell” with her. A little boy stole a cursed gypsy necklace, so demons dragged him to Hell. To get to him, the invisible demonic forces flung his dad out of the way, and bitchslapped his mother to the ground. I laughed.
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My wrist hurts.
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Kyuubiuzumakinaruto.
I have been reading a few very long Wammy fics, and in this one especially, there’s just SO MUCH to quote to you. But you’re busy being dead in the Elephant Graveyard. ):
I swear I didn't want to laugh.. but I did. →