I WILL COMPLETE YOUR ONE WISH IF ......
i will complete your one wish when i get 1k reputation , cutie cat will become angel cutie cat :D XD
I want ________ ? COMPLETE THIS SENTENCE !
i want __________________________________ .
(multiple wishes are allowed :D)
What is the best way to stay motivated and complete goals?
I think by staying focused on your goals. What u say?
How many have completed the secret series by Rhonda Byrne??
i have finished .. the Magic, the power and the secret .... now im reading The Hero
Friends makes your life complete without them ther nothing..
All relation we have are tie up with are birth, but only one relation in world is made by us, found by us, chosen by us, built by us, without anybdys recomnd and sugest, so frnd plz take care of your frnd for life time becoz its your own "
Friend n medicines play d sme role in our lives,
Both take care of us in pain But d only difference is dat frndship doesnt hav an expiry date "
F: Free from all formalities
R: Right to say anything
I: Ideal companion
E: Either good or bad
N: No sorry no thanks
D: Dear to dearest one
Would You Rather: Marry A Complete Stranger Or Be Forced To Have Se x With One?
Would You Rather:
Marry A Complete Stranger
Be Forced To Have [censored] With One?
newly single depressed boy looking for nice girl to make my life complete
must be nice and sweet on the inside i don't mind what u look like on the outside but if we had a relationship i hope she won't cheat on me
Would You Rather: Marry A Complete Stranger Or Be Forced To Have Se x With One?
@girlnextdoor Marrying a stranger is completely complicated, I can't ruin my life by marrying a complete stranger. I'd rather be forced to have sex with a complete stranger (only after using precaution)!
Short Chapter Idea That I Need Votes For
"Do I have to go?" The female brunette whined as she tugged on the strap of her glittery green dress. It flowed to the floor and had a slit in the leg that reached farther than her knee. It left her back bare and instead, had rippling fabric pooling at her arse. The cut for the bust was low, but didn't reveal too much. It also had a thick black belt. The whole dress hugged her frame perfectly.
Originally, it had belonged to Mary Jane Watson, or MJ. But the beautiful evergreen clashed with her fiery red hair. So, Pep got the hand-me-down. But it was a beautiful hand-me-down.
"Yes!" Her girlfriend hissed as she harshly tugged a lock of dark auburn hair, only to pin it back.
The younger girl glared at her best friend through the mirror, but huffed as the redhead reporter let out a pleased mewl and stepped back, grinning. "Done!" She beamed proudly.
Dark green eyes looked at her reflection before a gasp escaped her plump lips and her plucked eyebrows rose to her hairline. Pale powder defined her high cheek bones, black eyeliner and eyeshadow made her sparkling dark green eyes pop, not that they didn't already, and crimson red was painted across her lips. Her hair was pulled back into a half ponytail. Causing her hair to mimic that of a waterfall as thick, dark auburn locks fell across her back and shoulders, little strands framed her thin face.
She was a thing of dreams.
"Whose she?" She blurted out, obviously impressed.
MJ's grin widened before she checked the time. "Crap!" She cursed before running out of the room to finish getting ready.
A few minutes passed, leading Peter Penny Parker, or more commonly know by her friends as Pep, to quietly admire herself in the full body mirror. She noted the fact that MJ had made her look older. Instead of looking like a nerdy 16 year old girl in an expensive dress, she matured, with the help of the bra pads, into a gorgeous 20 year old woman.
You see, Pep's Highschool had won a football game, finally, and Harry decided it was an occasion worth celebration. The eccentric redhead was all too quick to agree, but it was the youngest of the trio that was more unsure. Eventually, they coaxed her into celebrating with them... which she immediately regretted. Turns out, Harry was planning to take them clubbing, at the fanciest club around and completely ignore that fact that they were underage, to cut loose. For some reason, Pep reluctantly agreed...
...But if anyone mentions the fact that they slipped something into her smoothie, they would completely deny it.
"You look amazing." Was the soft whisper from behind her.
Looking up in the mirror, she smiled at the figure standing in her doorway, "You look handsome too." She complimented as she looked him up and down. Her wore a nice black suit and tie with a gray undershirt.
Harry smiled, smug that he could make her cheeks heat so much that they resembled the color of her lipstick. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. He was taller than her by 3 inches, which was enough to be able to hold her tiny frame.
Seconds ticked by before Harry slowly pulled away and turned her to face him. Their faces were inches apart as their eyes darted from each others lips, eyes, then lips again. Harry edged closer and-
"'Kay guys! I'm ready!" MJ yelled from the hallway.
At supernatural speeds, the two teens pulled away and stood 2 feet apart, flushed as their best friend entered the room in a dark red, knee high, deep cut dress.
Quick to avoid the incoming questions, Pep spoke first, "MJ, you look gorgeous!"
MJ's nose twitched, but she followed along and thanked Pep.
The trio made their way out of Pep's house, after bidding Aunt May goodnight, and entered Harry's limo. The drive to the club was lively, as if nothing had happened.
The vechile came to a stop before the group filed out of the limo and into a long line. Miraculously, they managed to cut the line and enter the club, with the help of their fake ID's, without trouble.
The friends ordered drinks, though Pep never got half way through with hers, before Harry became sick. MJ left her alone to help him in the bathroom, but not before telling her, "Stay here and enjoy yourself. At least one of us should." Pep wanted to object, but MJ gave her one of the looks that said your life would be infinitely better if just kept your mouth shut.
Sighing, she nodded her head and leaned against the counter, stirring the acholic beverage, she forgot the name, in her hands.
The bright lights and blaring music blinded her from noticing the tall man making his way towards her. It wasn't until it was too late and he was standing beside her that she noticed his presence.
"Hello beautiful." He greeted, giving her a toothy grin.
Pep noticeably flinched as her head snapped to face him. Her wide eyes widened more as she realized who had just greeted her.
Tony. Fucking Stark.
TONY FUCKING STARK!!
Tony grinned at her reaction and handed her a drink, "Try this."
It was a pink beverage, with cherries in it.
She looked at the drink in his hand, not even realizing he had ordered one, before placing hers down and taking it. Placing the glass to her lips, she took a large sip and pulled the glass away, leaving lipstick marks.
(A/N: This is exactly what you should NOT do when in a bar or club. If some random guy, no matter how populuar... or hot... or sexy.... or- I'm getting of track, but no matter how famous they may be, you never know if they drugged it or something. So, in short, just like a kid shouldn't accept candy from strangers, an adult should not accept drinks from strangers at bars. 'Kay. I'm done.)
Her face contorted into a strange look as she smacked her lips, "It's... Sweet. Really sweet." After a moment of rolling her jaw, she finalized, "I like it." She said, grinning as she faced him.
"Good. I knew you'd like it. I figured your a sweet person." He shot with his award winning, sometimes literally, smirk.
Pep's cheek heated farther to once again match her lipstick. "T-thank you, Mr. Stark." She stuttered in a quiet voice, looking down at the ground.
He chuckled deeply, a melodious sound, before he replied, "Mr. Stark? Please, call me- Oh." He grumbled as his phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket, he looked like he was about to ignore it, but saw the ID. Rolling his eyes, he looked back up at her and smiled, "I'll be right back. Okay? Will you stay here?" He asked, his eyes pleading as if he was a puppy.
Biting her lip, she shrugged, "I promised I'll stay." She said softly.
He grinned before walking into the crowd.
A few seconds went by before she heard her ringtone. Pulling her phone out of her purse, she saw a text.
-Harry's feling a lil betr. I can finally Carey him 2 the car witout hum puking ALL over me... in short,⌚2 go.-
Pep smiled slightly at MJ's semi-long text before frowning as she remembered her promise. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked around then back at her phone and began typing.
-can I stay? I met some 1.-
-squeals FINALLY YO INTERACTING EITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN US AND TMSOMETHING OTHER THAN SCHOOL PAPARR!!!! AAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!-
Pep rolled her eyes at that, but she couldn't hold back the small laugh.
- So can I stay?-
-😑 I didn't type all that just to say no. Yes, you can stay. B careful tho.-
Pep grinned with enthusiasm.
-No prob. Love ya, Harry says so 2... and 2 wear protection.-
Pep rolled her eyes, deciding to not acknowledge the sexual comment and just say bye.
-💙❤💙 u guys 2.-
Pressing the off button on the side of her phone, she pushed it back into her purse and took another sip of her drink before Tony Stark came back out of the crowd.
He grinned at her wolfishly, to which she looked down and shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her pierced ear.
"You stayed!" He declared, to which Pep nodded smally. "Hey, you wanna come to the tower? It's a bit more quiet there."
Pep's eyes blew wide at the thought of visiting the inside of the Avengers Tower.
She nodded quickly, to which Stark chuckled.
Taking her hand, she blushed of course, he weaved them in and out of the crowd before they came outside. With a few motions of his hands, he was covered in his armor. Turning to her, he spoke, "C'mere."
Slowly, she came close and let him hug her before she let out a shrill, but short scream, and held onto him for dear life, quite literally.
They flew over the city, the lights looked beautiful in contrast to the pitch black night.
After a few silent minutes, they landed on the balcony of the Avengers Tower. She stepped aside as he slightly nudged her before a machine came out of the ground and removed his suit. It looked incredibly complicated.
A second later, he held her hand as he led them inside, out of the cold night air. He led them through the living room and kitchen, but only made it to the hallway before Tony turned to her.
Somehow, slowly, but also quickly, his hands came to the sides of her face. He inched closer before laying a lustful kiss onto her soft, red, plump lips.
To Pep, it felt amazing. Though, internally, as she melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned, she screamed that this was her first kiss.
Tony. Fucking Stark.
TONY FUCKING STARK!!
Stole her first kiss. And she was entirely fine with that.
The kiss was warm and rough as he licked her lip for entrance, to which she quickly gave. He lightly nipped her bottom lip before exploring. His lips were rough yet soft, and he tasted like alcohol, coconut, and metal.
Her hands tangled into his brownie cokored hair as his arms crawled down her face and to her back, to which he rubbed before lightly pulling on the strap of her dress
Immediately, red alarms went off in Pep's head. It wasn't until both straps were off her shoulders and he was trying to take it off her arm completely, that she pulled back and laid her forehead against his, "W-wait." She stuttered softly, inhaling deep breaths.
He looked worried as he peered into her dark green eyes and asked, "What?"
She bit her bottoms lip as tears welled up, /He'll be furious./ She thought.
She inhaled deeply before speaking, "I-I can't. I'm only 16."
That was the soft whisper that caused Tony Stark to step back. His face was blank as he stared at her, before it morphed into horror, surprise, then amusement. He smirked as he shook his head, "Well, I've done weirder things in my teens." He chuckled.
Curiously, and still a bit worried, Pep mumbled, "Your not mad?"
"No. Completely fine... We just won't be able to do some of the stuff I had planned for tonight, and tomorrow morning... And evening." He joked.
A blush crawled up Pep's cheeks at the sexual comment, but nodded.
"But, that won't ruin our night. You wanna see my suits?"
Her eyes light up immediately as she tossed her head up and down, furiously.
He chuckled at her excitement before taking her hand and pulling her down to his workshop. Upon entering, she gasped in amazement. It was a nerd paradise. All the tools, materials, and equipment she could ever need, all in one room.
Walking over to a contraption, that this author will never know how to build, she told him what it was.
He rose an eyebrow and nodded, impressed.
She ran around the room, labeling equipment before, in her excitement, she ran into Stark. "Oh, sorry." She laughed nervously, noticing his warm hands that held her arms to keep her from falling
"It's fine." He smiled before guiding her to one of his many workbenches and setting her down. He began the exciting process of explaining parts of his suit to her, his prototypes, and the such.
She took it all in stride, much to the surprise of Stark. Of course, there were a few materials that she was not familiar with, but other than that, she impressed and intrigued the multi-millionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
... This happened a year ago. I'm now 17, and living the life.
A/N: So, this is basically a introduction, or trailer, to a possible story that I'm thinking about writing on another site called Wattpad(Username: Lil-Loki). I have some of the plot down, but I'm tweaking on relationships.
Warning, this is officially NOT a fem!Peter x Harry fanfiction. I swear on a lot of dead family and friends' graves, it is not. I'm still working on the relationships, so this could be a fem!Peter x Loki, x Steve, or even x Bucky. So... Ya...
Anyway, the point of me writing this and showing it to you, is that I want you to decide on whether or not this would make a good story. I'd like you to read this and tell me if it is story material and if it could mature into a full blown fanfiction.
Also, this is my writing, so please do not copy this. As crappy as it is, and as inexperienced as I am, being 12, I like how I wrote this, compared to previous attempts, and would not appreciate it if you decided to copy this and claim it as your own. So please don't. Thank you.
If anything and everything become legal for 24hours what will you do first?
Ehhh i feel like writing a whole scenario
Well the first thing I'd do is get a 15k euro loan from a bank cuz I'm poor as fuck
The week before:
1st i wouldn't sleep in the perge day so I'd take advantage of the whole 24h. To do that I'll secretly go down to my local drug dealer and pay him 1.5k euro for the package which he would have received full of my month old orders that would be a good amount of 2 performance inhancing drugs like fenethylline(captagon), a drug that let's you stay awake for multiple days with super strength and anabolic steroids. Also get me some shrooms, lsd, weed, cocaïne, heroine, adrénaline shots, botulinum toxin(most powerful toxin known to man), puffer fish toxin(tetrodotoxin) and plant based toxin like good quality curare and of course antidotes for everything. When the purge is over I'll throw out whatever is left from all of these and say that i originally bought everything in the 24h no laws day
2nd I'd go buy 8k dollars worth of military grade titanium plates because it is very light and bullet proof.
3rd I'd find a good safe place to keep my parents and sister, they'd be busy and wanting to stay in our apartment so I'd barricade the windows and door with steel plates, build nail traps and put them infront of every entrance incase anyone somehow gets in, the first thing from they're body to touch the ground gets at least 2 or 3 nails through it. My sister might wanna experiment with some drugs so she would have had her own package that i ordered. Then. I'd also build and put remote controlled gun stands all around the building hidden in bushes and infront of our door and outside the window. The gun stands would of course have integrated live camera footage with 3k worth of small cameras. There'd be about 10 gun stands around the building and 5 around our apartment made from steel i got for free from slums
4th I'd build about 15 homemade bombs, 10 of which can be exploded individually with 1 remote and the other 5 are for my family and can each be exploded with their own remotes. With my bombs, put one hidden at the door of the house/appartement of the person i wanna kill first, a guy in my sisters school that raped a girl and got away with it. Then I'd place one hidden at the door of the house of a guy in my school who forced a girl to take nudes and showed them to his friends, a last bomb hidden inside of the local gunstore and I'll just keep the rest of the bombs
5th I'd build an iron man suit from the 8k € worth of titanium. I'd just download an iron man suit template like this one:
And instead of using cardboard use titanium. I'd also add a titanium backpack to the suit and put the bombs in it. I'd be building this after renting a work shop for 500€ and of course I'll add mechanical support to the Iron Man suit parts to be able to move easily. Then I'd paint it with black 2.0. A bottle of which would only cost 12€ and I'd be buying 3 bottles to cover the whole suit and extra stuff
Why cover the suit with black 2.0?
Well black 2.0 is the darkest paint on the market, not the darkest paint but the darkest paint that can be bought. It will almost turn a 3D object into a 2D one by making the curves on it all disappear like this:
So when i stand infront of any wall with the iron-man suit I'd just look like graffiti done with black paint:
It would be a great disguise and also an iron man with a back pack full of guns on his back and 2 machine guns in both hands all painted black running at you full speed will surely have you shitting your pants, if you are 1 person, 2, 3 or a whole fucking mafia.
George Carlins scenario
"I always hope that no matter how small the original problem is it's gonna grow into bigger and bigger proportions until the whole thing gets completely out of control. Here's an example. Let's say a water main breaks in downtown Los Angeles. Then it floods an electrical substation, knocking out all the traffic lights, and tying up the entire city. And then emergency vehicles can't get through. And at the same time, one of those month-long global warming heatwaves comes along, but there's no air conditioning, there's no water for sanitation, so cholera, smallpox and dysentery break out and thousands of people start dying in the streets. But before they die, parasites eat their brains and they go completely fucking crazy and they storm the hospital. But the hospital can't handle all the casualties, so these people rape all the nurses and set the hospital on fire. And the flames drive them even crazier so they start stabbing social workers and garbage men. And a big wind comes along and the entire city goes up in flames and the people who are still healthy, they get mad at the sick people, and they start crucifying them, nailing them to crosses, trying on their underwear, shit like that. Then everyone smokes crack and PCP and they march on City Hall, where they burn the mayor at the stake, strangle his wife and take turns sodomising the statue of Larry Flint. And at this point, it looks like pretty soon, things are gonna start to get out of control.
So everyone panics and tries to leave the city at the same time, and they trample each other to death in the streets by the thousands, and wild dogs eat their corpses, and the wild dogs chase the rest of the people down the highway and one by one the dogs pick off the old fucks and the slow people because they're in the fast lane where they don't belong. Get the fuck out of the fast lane if you're an old fuck, if you're a slow fuck. Get over on the right! And then the lucky ones, the lucky people who manage to make it all the way outside of town, they discover when they get there that big sparks from the city have lit the suburbs on fire, and the suburbs burn uncontrollably, and thousands of identical houses have identical fires with identical smoke. Killing all the identical soccer mums with their identical kids named Jason and Jennifer. And now the fire spreads to the farmlands and the farmlands burn intensely at 425 degrees creating millions of baked potatoes. And as the farmlands burn thousands of barns and farmhouses begin to explode from all the hidden methamphetamine labs. And the meth chemicals run downhill into the rivers and streams where wild animals drink the water and get completely geeked on speed. So bears and wolves all hemped up on crack start roaming the countryside looking for people to eat – even though they're not really hungry. And the fire spreads to the forests and the forests burn furiously and hundreds of elves and trolls and fairies come running out of the woods screaming "Bambi is dead! Bambi is dead!" and he is, he is, finally that fucking little cunt Bambi is dead. Dead!
Now hundreds of regional fires come together into one huge interstate inferno, and all twelve of the western United States are burning out of control – except Utah, where the Mormons don't allow fires. And then the fire spreads across the Great Plains, toasting the wheat, cooking the cattle and producing…hamburgers, actually. Then it leaps to Mississippi and races through the south, blowing up stills and interrupting lynchings and killing millions of inbred people. And then it turns northeast and it heads for Washington, D.C. where George Bush can't decide whether its an emergency or not. Oh it's hard work. He can't decide because Dick Cheney is in prison. So instead he takes a nap. He takes a nap, he puts his empty fucking brainless head down on the little pillow his mother gave him at Christmas time and he takes a fucking nap. So the fire moves to Philadelphia, but it's a weekend and Philadelphia's closed on the weekend. So the fire moves to New York City and the people in New York City tell the fire to GO FUCK ITSELF. GO FUCK ITSELF.
And it does. So instead it burns down Long Island and Connecticut, killing all the rich white arseholes and completely destroying their evil faggoty golf courses. And while all this is going on, Canada burns to the ground but nobody notices. And now the entire North American continent is on fire, producing a huge thermal updraft and creating an incendiary cyclonic macro-system that forms a hemispheric mega-storm, breaking down the molecular structure of the atmosphere and actually changing the laws of nature. Fire and water combine, burning clouds of flaming rain fall upward. Gamma rays and solar winds ignite the ionosphere creating huge clouds of ionised plasma. Bolts of lightning 20 million miles long begin shooting out of the North Pole and…the sky fills up with green ****. And then suddenly the entire fabric of space time splits in two. A huge crack in the universe opens. And all the dead people from the past begin falling through. Babe Ruth, Groucho Marx, Davy Crockett, Tiny Tim, Porky Pig, Hitler, Janis Joplin, Alan Ludden, my uncle Dave, your uncle Dave, everybody's uncle Dave, an endless stream of dead uncle Dave's falling through the crack.
And all the dead uncle Dave's gather around the heavenly kitchen table. They light up cigarettes and they begin to talk. They talk about how they never got a break. How their parents didn't love them and their children weren't grateful. They talk about how the government screwed them out of money and they JUST missed out on a big job. They say the Jews own everything and the Blacks get special treatment. And all the hatred and bitterness drips out of these people and forms a big pool of liquid hate. And the pool of liquid hate begins to spin. Round and round it spins, faster and faster. And the faster it spins, the bigger it gets, faster and faster, bigger and bigger, until the whirling pool of hate is bigger than the entire universe and then suddenly it EXPLODES into trillions of tiny stars. And every star has a trillion planets. And every planet has a trillion uncle Dave's. And all the uncle Dave's have good jobs and perfect eyesight and shoes that fit. They have great sex lives and free health care. They understand the internet and their kids think they're cool. And they all love their neighbours. And every week, without fail , uncle Dave wins the lottery. Forever and ever, until the end of time, every single uncle Dave has a winning ticket. And uncle Dave is finally happy." - George Carlin
Whilst I'd be hoping for George Carlin's scenario to play out I'll just take things into my own hands
1st thing I'd do at 00:01 AM is take a captagon pill to turn superhuman, inject anabolic steroids and sniff cocaïne then hop into the iron man suit with a bomb, drug fuild backpack on my back and the bomb remote. Go to the gunstore and check if anybody has broken in yet, if the store is empty I'll just detonate the bomb to break in, take some bags from behind the counter, fill them with guns for the gun stands and my family, fill my own backpack with handguns, a sniper, lots of ammunition and put 2 machine guns in my hands. If somebody broke in I'd first approach them nicely to see if they want the guns for self defence or to kill people, if they want them for self defence i will let them take what they need and do the same as if no one broke in but if they are violent i will detonate the bomb which would kill them and leave the guns unharmed and then I'd get my shit. Now that i got everything I'll paint it with black 2.0
2nd I'd run home, set up the guns on the gun stands and give the guns to my parents, put all 5 bombs around the building in the gun stand cameras line of sight, give the remotes to my family and sister then proceed to have fun outside.
3rd Now it'd be around 3AM in the morning so I'd go to the rapists house and check if he's all alone. Of course he wouldn't be so I'd detonate the bomb to breake in which forces all of the family to wake up then force the rapist to rape one of his family members then shoot him mid act and proceed to the next thing. Then steal their house's kyes and make them legally sign it as mine
4th I'd detonate the bomb at the house of the kid in my school so i can break into his house then I'd break both his legs with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu leg locks and take naked pics of him and send it to the girl that was his victim and all her friends. Then steal their house's kyes and make them legally sign it as mine
5th now that it's 6AM I'd go steal/hijack a private jet and put someone i trust to fly it. Get on it and take some LSD that'll last for like 30 min and just look at the sky
6th I'd inject some adrenaline to wake up, go around with the plane and find people like @Depressed-Salad who are just killing innocent people
@ragnar kill basically everyone from my school,
rob a bubble tea stand (THOSE BOBA PEARLS WILL BE MINE)
and of course get a shit tonne of tech stuff from tech stores.
Then according to how much they've done proceed to use either guns to shoot them down, botulinum toxin injection to painfully kill them, impale them
or just a mix of tetrodotoxin and curare to paralyse them but have them still be fully able to feel pain then start to horribly torture them like skinning, rape, slowly cutting off fingers, hands, genitalia and if they are about to pass out inject them with adrenaline to force them to stay awake and continue that until they are dead or even worse leave them horribly disfigured 😀
7th now that 10 hours have past of me doing just that and it's around 5PM I'll just get all the dead bodies of the killers i killed and the killer's victims, cut off their skin and make atleast 4 funny hats, decapitate the heads of the killers, put all the 400+ bodies in a meat grinder found somewhere, drain all their blood and take the blood that was already drained, fill up at least 100 gallons worth, find the nearest chemistry lab and use all the iron in their blood to make a long swored, melt off the flesh from the heads i decapitated with hydrochloric acid to only have skulls then head home with the jet.
8th now that it's around 10PM and I'm home I'll give my parents the funny hats as gifts. Take antidotes to all the drugs i had already taken then zone out after taking drugs again with my friends and my sister whilst listening to Nirvana and $UICIDEBOY$ and watching trippie Hot Sugar music videos hopefully forgetting everything that I'd done because of the amount of drugs i had taken
And the next day after going to sleep I'll make a throne from all the skulls and put the long sword sticking vertically in a newly bought scheide right behind the throne
OH RIGHT. I will also make all the killers sign all their houses to me along with the 2 houses that already got signed to me and become a realestate investor and international land owner then use the money i make to first pay off the 15k loan i took at the beginning of this text.