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Dear Coffee Shop BoyDear coffee shop boy,Dear Coffee Shop Boy by FlashyFashionFraud
You may not have known this,
but you touched the life of a high school
girl who had a bad addiction to mochas,
rainy days, and your witty sense of humor.
She liked the way you were honest and
talked with your head dipped low even
though now she realizes it had been
a sign of depression and low self esteem.
She liked the way you could make her laugh
until she cried without trying, make her look
forward to seeing if you were working that night
or not, and the way you made the perfect coffee.
Her favorite story of yours was the time you
spontaneously decided to tattoo corn on the cob
on the top of your left foot like it was nothing because
she wished she could have as few cares as you did.
But now she wished she had picked up on the signs you
had tried to show her but it had gone over her head, too
young and self centered to realize you did what you did
because you felt like there wasn’t a lot going on for you.
You wanted to express yourself in ways you didn
The Alchemist: Chp 1 (Death the Kid x Reader)
Plot: When a trip to a village goes horribly wrong and he falls into the hands of a madman, Kid's only hope is the man's darkest secret hidden in the attic upstairs. A reader x Death the Kid tale.
Outside, the sun began to rise in a burst of oranges, yellows, and reds that reminded you so much of a fire. You watched as the sun slowly crawled over the horizon like a little child, even though you had seen this every morning for the past how many years of your life?
Even though it was common, it reminded you that there still was hope. Though when you stick your hand through the bars of the window and pretend to weave your fingers through the sun's rays, you can't help but wonder what that hope really was.
The door to your dark room slammed open and you jerked your hand back inside and sprung to the nearest corner. In walked Abraham, and you sit there in a ball staring at him with wide eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful!"
You don't respond. In his hand is a plate and your mouth water
Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop (April x Reader)
Looking back, that little coffee shop on the corner of 8th and Macdougal Street had always been there through the good times and bad. It had been there when your father passed away when you were eight and the barista gave you a hot chocolate on the house when she saw you crying. It had been there when you started high school and needed a place to study, and there for you when you had broken up with past girlfriends and celebrated good times. But most importantly, it was there when you met HER.
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you.
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
Her name is April O'Neil, and it's weird how you were there at the right place at the right time when she waltzed out of the snow and into your life. You remember how she took down her hood and shook off the snow on her hair, the smile she flashed to no one in particular when the smell of coffee hit her nose, and how her nose crinkled at the heavenly scents of the coffee shop you h
AT-For the BetterMarshall gazed down at the small and chubby figure before him. The body was tucked all around with blankets and its fragile head laid peacefully against the mattress. It was weird for Marshall to think that he was a father to the thing in the crib he hovered in front of. To the creature who resembled and acted like a potato.
The vampire felt his feet touch the ground as he watched over the sleeping infant. Its dark blonde curls boarded his son's face and he was mixed between feeling repulsed and awestruck by the child. It was something he made. It was a piece of him. His and Fionna's legacy.
Beneath the closed eyelids were sparkling blue orbs that had red running through here and there. A reminder that he wasn't fully human nor was he fully a vampire. It was hard to fathom that he wasn't even in his life that time last year. That last year, he was just a man living life with the love of his life and then bam, this thing came along. This parasite that would one day call him 'daddy.'
Teen Titans-Step, Clack, Scuffle, DragStep, clack, scuffle, drag. Those were the noises Jinx got most familiar with in her life. Step, clack, scuffle, drag...
With each step she took, the sound went from disgusting to comforting to her. Before the Hive Five, and before she ever really learned first walk. It was always that particular sound to her.
Step, clack, scuffle, drag as she ran through life blindly, going from one extreme to the next. And not far behind, life seemed to call to her, yet she had always ignored the sing song voice that she felt mocked her on her life's journey.
Then again, Jinx never had been one to look back at past mistakes, thrills, and joys. It was all about the future. It didn't matter which road she took or how long it would take, she just needed to get somewhere. Anywhere.
Step, clack, scuffle, drag.
First it was pick pocketing in the streets as a starving young girl. Jinx recalled how her ribs peeked through her clothing and how frail she had been. The only food source was from stealing or mooc
Code Lyoko: CrumbleWhat once was barren wasteland was now nothing but a rotting, digital sea. With time, the ground would crack and crumble, falling to the mass pit of nothing below to be lost forever.
Staring out at the vast nothingness, Aelita looked in the direction that would have been the Mountain Sector, but knew it was gone. All gone. She could easily turn to look to where the Forest and Ice Sectors would be, but knew they had been disintegrated long ago.
The pink haired girl took a step back, her eyes dipping down to where she had stood and watched as the ground crumbled and fell into the digital sea, never to be seen again, just like the rest of Lyoko.
The girl continued to play that game of standing and stepping away in time for the ground to crumble away. She stared at the sky, her eyes roaming the air as though searching for an answer.
'They'll come for me,' she thought. But she knew they wouldn't. Odd, Yumi and Ulrich had been defeated in battle and dropped to the digital sea. She waited for
Each step felt like there was lead in Donatello's feet. Of course that wasn't the case, but despite what people expected of him, Donatello had a hard time waking up in the morning.
The bathroom he and his brothers shared came into view and the mutant smiled and yawned. He could already hear his brothers in the bathroom as they did their daily morning routine.
The tallest of the ninjas stepped in, feeling the cold tile on his bare feet. Raphael was busy applying an Avon product onto his arm as Michelangelo finished brushing his teeth and reached for some floss. Leonardo grabbed a green towel and prepared to take a shower.
Donatello sighed. Perhaps it was his OCD, but he enjoyed the routine. Waking up, greeting his brothers, getting ready for the day...it was a soothing process that eased Donatello's nerves and stresses that might come up throughout the day.
Soft pitter patter of feet could be heard heading towards the bathroom. A petite figure walked in and stood in front of the sink. D
TMNT-NamelessLush trees flew by as the old family van drove up a bumpy dirt road on the outskirts of New York City. Reed Daniel watched the green blur by, resting his cheek on his hand and his elbow against the window.
He didn't understand why he had to come along with his mother to this old house. Sure his grandmother's death was important to him, but he didn't really know the woman personally. He used to when he was younger, but after getting sucked into school and other activities, he didn't have much time to visit. And frankly, he didn't have much interest. What did an old lady have for him to be entertained by?
The old farmhouse came into view and his mother parked the car under the shade of a tree. She looked over at him. Her curly red hair had been tied neatly into a loose bun and her red brown eyes smiled down on him.
He turned from her, opened the door and stepped out, letting the door shut with a loud 'thud!' Reed had forgotten how nice it was up in the country side. He was always cooped
The ABCs of Leon: L is for LighthouseL is for the lighthouses she had seen in photographs, magazines, and books she often looked at in bookstores when she grew up. There had always been something haunting about them, something beautiful people often overlooked.
Mathilda recalled how the lighthouses could be built in the 1800s and still stand today just as strong as they had before. It didn't matter the weather, didn't matter what nature threw at it, and time meant nothing to the never aging stone. It was incredible, she never could understand how structures like a simple lighthouse could withstand time and nature when buildings down the street were being destroyed every day.
When she met Léon, he resembled a lighthouse to her the more she got to know him. His eyes were always far away, gazing upon some horizon that Mathilda wished she could see but knew she'd never be able to, like sleeping with one eye open, she supposed. It was always to stay focused, to get the job done. No questions, no thoughts, just work.
TMNT-Raph Meets His Match: 1. What Could Go Wrong?
Most days the whispering didn't bother April at all, but there was something about that day that just...got to her. She tried tuning out the hushed voices of prom, dates, other social stuff April honestly couldn't care less about...and then there was Mona Lisa.
April rolled her eyes and slammed her locker shut, wincing at the loud noise it created. Lisa Addams was probably the most popular girl in school, and even though her popularity didn't necessarily bug April, it was the fact that Lisa was such a snob about the art she created and how she STILL managed to maintain not just good grades but to ALSO beat April in the science fair back in middle school.
The bell rang and April nearly jumped out of her skin. She hissed in air and grabbed her book bag from the ground and turned to walk to class. Before she could, April skidded to a stop and nearly gave herself whiplash from turning around so fast.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, April supposed. Lisa had been walking down
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Christmas FeatureHere are some very nice Christmas pieces I have come across recently. It gave a warm Holiday feeling, so to and from anyone and everyone Merry Christmas!!!
Fan Fiction Countdown to New Years 10!
Shoutout Fridays (5)Last Journal Entry:
My deviantART StorySo since this is a bandwagon and I'm all about jumping on those I too am going to talk about my experience on dA. Well let's see I've been here for... (checks real quick) 5 years, holy crap! When was the last time I checked that thing? But see that's not very accurate cause I remember having other older accounts. And holy crap has dA really been around for 14 frickin' years?? Yeesh! I remember when I was 14. I hated it. Hope dA doesn't start getting zits and hormonal problems as I once did.
Kiss it BetterRaphael had been an exceptional skateboarder in his youth, and even though he had given it up since becoming a young adult, Raphael still delighted in watching his six year old niece push herself around the old drainage junction on what was once his board. As Maggie had been taking skateboarding lessons from Michelangelo for the past year, she had all the basic covered, but wasn't ready for the more advanced moves yet, so when she tried them, that is when she would fail.
Mirrors: New Beginnings A few days later, April and Donnie's daughter Maggie found out that her mother died in front of her father's grave. It was devastating to hear but she knew her mother was happy again. She never made a huge fuss about it.:thumb473084267:
TMNT: Changes (Request)Man…everything has changed so much. The guys, the girls, my nieces and daughter…heck, my whole life has changed. I can barely remember the time I was a human anymore since I started living with the guys. It’s crazy. I do remember the fire, though. That memory still haunts me every waking day and I tear up just thinking about it.
Some Things Never Change “Daddy, up!” Miwa exclaimed as she raised her hands to her father. He happily obliged her wish, throwing her up in the air before holding her safely. The four year old laughed, beaming up at him, and if that wasn’t reward enough, she planted a kiss on his cheek. Her eye sparkled with excitement, with that innocent joy that only a child could have.:thumb384921809:
Tmnt-Ole!The guys were sitting in the living room, relaxing. They were all watching the girls while April and Karai were shopping and Splinter was scavenging for useful items. They all sighed as the girls ran around. “Be careful girls! Watch out for the vases and glasses! Maggie! Don’t jump over the coffee table! Miwa!!! Please don’t draw on the walls!” Donnie said. The guys snickered at Donnie’s mothering. When Donnie sat back down a taco commercial came on with a Mexican guy in a hat. When the commercial was over everyone turned to Leo. “Hey Leo, I dare you to dress up like a Mexican and serve tacos to us” Raph said with a smirk. They all turned to Leo. “Fine…” he said as he trudged to his old room. He put on a poncho and a sombrero. He walked in with a sad face. The girls walked up to him with a smile. “Daddy you forgot your mustache!” Miwa said. “And your maracas!” Maggie added. Donnie beamed at his daughte:thumb357735430: :thumb365913012: :thumb374273486: :thumb357289925: :thumb357486446: :thumb357337343: :: :thumb318507918:
Snowfilled WishesHamato Magdalene was shocked when her mother told her who she would be staying with. She knew her mother really meant who was going to babysit her, which didn’t make any sense since she was a whole seven years old now. She could watch after herself now. She was a kunoichi...at least, one in training. And it wasn’t like anything could happen to her. Nothing exciting ever happened at the old farmhouse. And on the possibility that something did happen, all she had to do was travel the tunnel that her dad had dug to her uncles and grandfather.:thumb366401779: :thumb365913012:
TMNT: A Day with Ember (Request)It was a bright sunny day at April and Donatello’s farmhouse. They had to leave to go somewhere and needed a babysitter for their 6-year-old daughter Magdalene, but pretty much everyone was busy. Then Donnie thought of someone.:thumb286670397: :thumb253135058: :thumb204411473: :thumb254882943:
Hello. I am Caledonia but you may call me Nikki or Scotty. |
When I'm not busy singing you the song of my people, you can find me at any coffee shop in CA, writing in my bat cave of a room, unicycling, or working as a freelance writer. I'm a proud author of a handful of books and short stories and work for a good handful of film studios as a screenwriter and sometimes editor, sound designer, and rarely a director. If you ever want to check out my films, let me know! I'd be gladly to point you in the direction of my films and other talented filmmakers I work for.
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