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The Only Thing Keeping Me Dry (3)G.B. fell asleep eventually, when the scales tipped from “tired” to “exhausted,” but he woke when the first rays of sunlight touched his face. It was after seven, but that wasn’t much sleep. He rubbed his forehead. He’d fallen asleep sitting up, and he had an awful crick in his neck.
All this for a guy who didn't even like him. He thought of Marshall Lee's words last night, and a flush touched his cheeks--well, they'd had a falling out. Lots of friends did.
Rubbing his neck, G.B. went into his bedroom. Marshall Lee was asleep, curled under the covers to avoid the crack of sunlight spilling through the curtains. G.B. fixed them and watched Marshall Lee relax.
When G.B. had showered and dressed, he peeked in his bedroom once more. Marshall Lee wasn't awake, but he was less asleep; he was twitching and muttering to himself. G.B. cracked the curtains. "Thefugwasthat," Marshall Lee mumbled. He buried his head under the pillow.
"It's after ten in the m
Teen Titans: Birthmark Screenshots!For some time now, I've been wanting to do a picture of Raven from the Teen Titan's episode "Birthmark". Somehow I've just not gotten to it. Well today I decided to fix that, and started looking for some screenshots from the show for research. And...ugh. Nearly every screenshot I found was worthless. Having no choice, I pulled out my Season 4 DVD of Teen Titans and decided to grab some shots myself. (I even photoshopped a few images that were camera panning shots to make one image) Since it was a process, and maybe others have had this same frustration, I decided to upload a few of my shots for everyone. Hope this helps out! Enjoy.
When I Was Your ManGumball rolled over.He sighed.That song wouldn't leave his mind.That song, it made him feel so...wronged.It was like, his intentions were put in a bad light."Oh Marshall..."he whispered, sitting up to cup his chin in his one hand.The candy prince can still remember the hurt he saw in Marshall's face.Marshall thought he was a problem.He thought he wasn't "perfect" for Bubba.
Oh how wrong he was.How could he be a problem?Gumball never said he had to be perfect.Marshall IS perfect.Marshall was there for Gumball.He made the prince happy.He made the prince feel more.Marshall was just what Gumball needed.He never had to change.
It was just that...was flowers for Valentine's Day too much?Was holding hands in public too much?Or was it, that when Gumball wanted to go out to a party just to dance-not even dance, just spend time together, talk, and see some friends they haven't for a while-was that too much?Maybe it was....because Marshall would always get defensive about it. "You didn't have to
PGxML Sweet Prey - Ch2Gumball slowly awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and sat up. He'd had the strangest dream last night. Marshall Lee had appeared in his room and he'd...'touched' him.
The Prince's cheeks turned red and he quickly shook his head, not wanting to think of such innappropriate things. He yawned and slowly got out of bed. For some reason, his lower torso felt sticky and strange. He pulled his shirt up and his eyes widened instantly when he saw the cause. His own seed was smeared across his stomach . "It's because of that stupid dream," he said to himself with a blush.
He tried not to think about it as he walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. He didn't really feel the need to lock it since no one was allowed to enter his room without his permission let alone enter his bathroom.
Gumball removed his shirt and let it drop to the ground. There was a slight nagging feeling as though he was missing something but he had no idea as to w
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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