Home Of The Ancients
"Whaddya mean ya don't 'plan on gettin' old'?"
"I mean I don't like the thought of getting achy, wrinkly and gross. So I'm stopping things before it gets to that."
"Well too bad babe, 'cos yah gettin' old with me." He envelopes her in his arms, protective as usual "Whether ya like it or not."
I Think I Might (Hate)Love You
Her fist meets his arm after he seals her lips with his. "Quit doin' that ya asshole of a frog!"
Steely eyes narrow, he grabs her by the shoulders "I 'ate it when you call me zat."
"Well you can bite me 'cos I hate you period."
"Merde-" a slap followed by a spiteful kiss.
TF2 - Don't Trust Me by JackSkellingtonsGal, literature
Literature
TF2 - Don't Trust Me
Universe: TF2
Rating: PG-13 for swearing. :B
Summary: Fluff, partly as a gift for Jenks for making me awesome art. C:
The glowing red tip of his cigarette hissed as it died, coughing up a last clawing finger of smoke to rake the air before it submitted to its end. The cigarette was then flicked by nimble fingers into a near-by trash, smoky azure eyes wandering free from the target. Spy could still taste the cigarette's gift on his tongue, its tang a constant companion to him. More constant than anything else in his life. A breath tainted with the smell of his closest friend left his smooth thin lips as he contemplated how he had gotten
TF2 - Bloody Texans by JackSkellingtonsGal, literature
Literature
TF2 - Bloody Texans
Universe: TF2
Paring: None besides a friendship bond.
Rating: G
Summary: I needed to vent after having a bad day and this song came on and for some reason I thought of Engie and his guitar.
Laying flat on the couch starring up at the ceiling, I stewed over my day. Why was it that the days that started out good, and that you were sure would end just as good, end up sucking more than usual crappy days? My day had been essentially fine in the uneventful since until it got to the point that I'd been waiting for, the point that was supposed to be great. Then it fell harder and faster than if Heavy suddenly got the notion he could fly. I ha
Love.
We have all heard of it,
We have all felt it.
But what is Love?
It gives and it takes away.
It brings joy and it brings loathing.
It enlightens us and blinds us,
Pulls us and pushes us.
Love makes us free,
Yet holds us back.
It stitches and it breaks.
It brings life and kills,
Heals and burns.
It takes our heart and cares for it,
But sometimes it shreds it.
It restores and diminishes,
Sings back and forth.
We know this for certain,
But what is Love?
Does it make the world go round
Or bring it crashing down?
Is Love real, or are we all just fools
Caught up in our roaming imaginations?
Is it a gift or a curse?
I sa