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The Ozymandias Principle (Sandbox Jenga)Ginny always had a penchant for destroying things.
At the age of four, she was introduced to blocks (perhaps a devastating mistake on her preschool teacher’s part.) The brightly-colored wooden shapes held a certain fascination for her. While her classmates took a simple childish glee in building things up and knocking them down again, Ginny looked on their ways with disdain. She would carefully create an elaborate structure, and pull out all the key pieces until only a bare framework was left, shivering on the edge of collapse. Then she would tap on just one, or blow on it with her mouth, and the whole skeleton would come crumbling down.
Her parents often commented that if she had been born a decade or two earlier, she could have made a fortune by inventing Jenga. As it was, she was never very good at the game. She didn’t particularly like setting it all up- all she knew was that she had to build it before she could break it.
When she was seven, her Sunday school had a pi
[APH] Romano x Reader - 'Love Making'
Warnings; Language. It’s Romano we’re talking about yeah? Kind of rated Lime but not really lemon? I might write the lemon soon.
Lovino groaned as he stared at the clock once more.
“Oi, (Name). Where the hell is the pizza delivery bastard?! Why is he so slow dammit?!” He complained.
“Be patient, Lovi. We just called them 3 minutes ago. They don’t come so fast. They still have to prepare the pizzas we ordered.” You replied, eyes glued to the TV, broadcasting (Fav TV/Anime show).
“I don’t fucking get why we couldn’t have made our own damn pizzas.”
“Cuz I don’t know how to make ‘em.” You replied, munching on (snack).
“Well, I know how to make them you idiota!”
“Sorry Lovi. I really wanted to eat Pizza Hut’s Pizza. I missed the taste.”
“My pizzas are better than that stupid restaurant!”
“Yes, Yes. I know. But let me get what I want for once okay?&
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
Being a Baby for the BabysittersIt was the middle of summer and both of my parents were going away for the weekend leaving me behind. Being 13 years old my parents didn't want me staying home alone so I was to spend the weekend at a babysitters house.
On Friday I was dropped off at the babysitters house ready to stay the next 2 days until Sunday. I watched my parents drive away as I knocked on the door to be greeted by the babysitter. The door was answered by a young woman probably in her early 20's, she said her name was Amy and revealed that 2 of her cousins we're also staying over during my stay. I was brought inside where I met Katie (14) and Lucy (15), Amy explained that I will be sleeping in Lucy's room on the spare bed. As this was said I saw Lucy frown at the idea, but she didn't say anything. I was told by Amy that she would usually babysit people much younger than me, as she showed me the room that they would stay in. The room was complete with a babies crib, changing table, play pen and plenty of diapers a
Too Much?Too much?
“I’ve waited so long for this….” Terry thought to herself, staring at the beaker of purple serum sitting on the table in front of her, bubbling merrily. It was still sealed. Beside it lay the cardboard box it had come in, shredded by the blue vixen in her haste to finally lay her hands on the serum. Terry had long had a desire to become better, to become more desirable, and after a long search she’d found a doctor that would help her to achieve her goal. She was able to get in touch with a female doctor that headed up a clinic for nonsurgical enhancement, Dr. Samantha White. Terry immediately heard back from the doctor. Shortly after that Dr. White said she was sending a dose of a new serum that would boost the size of her assets, particularly her chest. Terry had waited a week for the serum to arrive and at last it was here. Taking a moment to examine her body, she ran her hands sensually around her curves, as if she were saying goodbye. She al
Punished to FattenJane was the more abstinent of Sally's two kids. She could be quite mean sometimes. Sally was sending Jane and her brother to her mom's for the summer which would be nearly twelve weeks. Jane would start her senior of high school next fall and her brother would be a junior, the kids were older than most of their class mates due to repeating a grade or two because of frequent moves in their early school careers.
She worried about them gaining weight staying with her Mom, but she really had no choice. Sally's Mom was obese, she loved to cook and loved plump children and feeding her grand children was a favorite hobby of hers.
Sally dropped the kids off after the long drive to her mom's. She asked her, "Mom, please don't over feed them, I really don't want them to gain too much weight this summer. I know you will let them eat more than I do, but promise me they won't get too fat!" "Oh Sally dear, I wouldn't do that.
I was forced to wear dress as a girlThis is a true story from when I was 13 years old of when I was forced to wear girls clothing.
My parents were going away for the weekend, me and my sister spent the weekend at our grandmothers house. My grandma lived alone with her cat and was eager to have us over for a few days. She greeted us at the door with a big hug and lots of love. The day was great we had fun and was looking forward to the rest of the weekend.
When I went to go and have a shower I gave gran my clothes to be washed, half way through having the shower it suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring the bag of clothes that I'd packed. After having the shower I explained to my gran that I had no clothes with me, and we couldn't go and get the bag because we didn't have any keys to the house. Gran paused for a moment and left to go and get some clothes. After a minute or two she came back, and to my surprise she came back with a frilly girls nightie. (At this time I was really quite happy inside, as I was a
A Summer's GainA Summer's Gain By: Ned Fox
Jennifer was slim, petite and pretty. Not a devastating beauty, but certainly cute. She liked to wear clothes that showed off her figure. She did not wear provocative clothes, but she liked bikini lingerie and bathing suits. She really liked to wear short skirts, mid-rift bearing shirts, short shorts and the like.
Jennifer's father had recently re-married after Jennifer mom had died of cancer. Her mom had been a real exercise freak and worked out everyday and many times more than once in a day. Jennifer felt it ironic, that her super in shape mother would die relatively young, while some of her friend's mothers were overweight, lazy and health wise were okay.
Jennifer's new step-mom was what is commonly referred to as a "trophy-wife". While her Mom was slim and pretty in a natural way, Heather, her new step-mom, was always totally made up and dressed to the "nines".
Heather did n
My Baby Sitter [ab/dl]Disclaimer: ab/dl story, read at your own risk
“A babysitter?!” I asked, incredulous that they would even suggest something so childish. “Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen… I think I can handle you being out of town for a night.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, trying to give the impression I wouldn’t budge. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway door frame, dressed up nicely for a night out on the town. Mom was in makeup, dad had a tie, and they both smelled like perfume and cologne.
“Listen, Thomas,” dad started, a stern look bearing down on me. I didn’t like the sound of this; father only used my full name when I was in trouble. “Your teacher e-mailed us about your grades. Do you want to pass this year or not?” How was this even remotely related?
“I-“ father cut me off mid-sentence, like I didn’t exist.
“You’ve also lied about what you’ve been doing when you ride o