Are you right-handed or left-handed?
When it comes to writing.
Close your eyes and type with one hand..
The big rabbit is white
HOW SHOULD YOU REACT WHEN YOUR CRUSH SHAKES HANDS WITH YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME ???
Actually something really nice happened today , I did a favour to my crush and he was so happy , he brought his hand forward like he wanted to shake hand , he also said Thank you in a very sweet manner . I shaked hands with him and his hand was really soft
So , how did you/should you react when your crush shaked/shakes hand with you for the first time ?
U all ever lost ur virginity by your HAND?.... lol
U all ever lost virginity by your HAND?? Lol xd
One Hand to Stop under 18 y.o from being exploited sexually
Just down-vote any post that you find about little girls offering such nasty things over the platform, if you know a moderator just notify him, I hope you support this.
What are the most commonly-believed lies?
@willoww mine and yours go hand and hand
Are you right-handed or left-handed?
️️I am right handed , but my hand writing is so poor that a right hander can write better than me from his left hand.️️
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.
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CRIMINALS IN LOVE
I stepped out of the house, taking a deep breath of fresh air. I listened to the sound of the owls hooting and the bat's wings flapping. I watched as the fireflies lit up the night sky and as the stars twinkled brightly among the dark background.
"What a night." I breathed, as I slowly started jogging for the hills
My pace was slow but as I got higher I ran faster until I was in a full sprint.
My size wasn't bad. I was 5'7, and 105 pounds. So, I was skinny. But to be honest, I don't know how I maintain my weight. I can't be honest and at the same time say I eat healthily. If you get what I mean. My metabolism is higher than most, and I can exaggerate the "higher than most" part by 100.
I kept running, at small moments taking tiny sips of water.
Sorry, where are my manners? My name is Seemee Efren(C me-F run), I'm 16 and not only is my health a bit strange so is my appearance. I have deadly pale skin, a silverish white shade of hair, and emerald green eyes.
I enjoy running, biking, and sit-ups when it comes to exercises. In my free time, which is mostly all the time, I draw fictional creatures, fashionable outfits, and I love drawing and creating my own Animation and Manga. I also love to bake, which feeds my severe sweet tooth.
Um... Oh! I have one sibling, my older brother. As much as he is annoying, I couldn't live without him. But, a tiny detail I should mention. I'm adopted! So our appearance varies largely, very largely.
He's like every other boy, he has black hair and pale blue eyes. He is 16, we're a month apart, very muscular, and he is also 5'8. He has light chocolate skin and a tattoo on the back of his neck, it says, 'United We Stand'. At school, he is branded as the "Bad-boy". But in reality, he's just a huge softie. His name is Andrew by the way.
My mom and Jason are divorced. Andrew switches homes with them every other week. But, I stay with mom. I was actually the reason for the divorce.
You see, they found me in an alley behind a local Shop. I was around four and I was super thin, my hair was so matted to my head that they had to shave it off. One of my ribs was nearly broken and I had scratches all over myself. A sight would be an understatement.
I finally reached the top of the hill. It was very beautiful. I walked over to a large box and cooler I had left here years ago.
Inside was a black picnic blanket, 3 bottles of water, 2 salami sandwiches, 5 little boxes of grapes, and a magenta throw pillow.
Every night I get my daily exercise by running up this hill and running back down. But, sometimes I don't want to leave right away. So, every night I grab 1 extra sandwich, a bottle of water, and 2 extra grape boxes. I leave it here for the next night and so forth.
The hill I had picked was... How would you say, closed off? It was surrounded by trees at its base and only got thicker as you get higher.
But, at the top, there was a little clearing. I'd say it was 8 feet in all directions. In a circle-like shape.
You could say that this place was my... Escape. My refuge when things went wrong at home, school, or work.
My mom taught me how to cook. One day, a friend of my moms came over. I cooked that night!
Apparently, he really liked it and said he had a friend of his who owns a restaurant.
So, every weekend I go and cook there. I get 10 dollars per hour. It actually suits me pretty good. Better than what my allowance was, that's for sure. I got 5 dollars every other Friday! We're not even poor! But, something is better than nothing I guess...
Anyway! I laid the black picnic blanket down and grabbed my magenta pillow and placed it in the top left corner. I grabbed all of my Salami sandwiches, 3 grape boxes, and a bottle of water. I was really hungry. I haven't eaten breakfast, lunch, or dinner!
My day has been more than hectic.
I slammed my fist onto my alarm, probably breaking it. The sun was shining through the blinds, it hurts! Slowly rolling out of bed, I suddenly hit the floor, with a ringing in my ears.
Muttering a string of curse words that, thankfully, could reach my ears and my ears only.
I pushed myself off the floor. Striving and yearning to reach the bathroom door without passing in and out of consciousness.
In a quick few seconds, I somehow started kissing the floor.
Again, I pushed myself off the floor and headed to the bathroom.
I did my business and took a quick cold shower. I stepped out and turned to look at the mirror.
"Ooh," I mumbled in distaste, seeing my reflection.
My hair was partly matted down to my head, but the flops that weren't were lopped over on the other side and over my face. Which made me look like a zombie considering my skin tone.
I quickly grabbed my brush and combed my hair down. Since my hair reached to somewhere around my waist, I was able to get creative. I pulled it all together and the made a Fishtail braid and turned it into a bun. It was very pretty. I roughed it up a little bit, so it has a few strands of hair hanging around my face, just to give it this edgy type look.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my amber dresser. The wood on my dresser was very smooth and shiny.
Opening the dresser I grabbed my black skinny jeans, dark purple tank top, black combat boots, and brown leather jacket.
I ran to my side table and grabbed my backpack. I made sure everything was inside it.
My phone, charger, earplugs, notebooks, pens and pencils, my allowance, and last but not least... My poop Emoji pillow morphed with the purple Devil Emoji. It is so cute!
Finally done getting dressed, I rushed downstairs for some quick breakfast.
I was about to grab my lunch bag from the counter and my pop tart that was next to it. Before my brother grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the Kitchen. Thankfully, we made it to the bus, but my breakfast and lunch didn't have such luck.
After a long day at School, the bus dropped my brother and me off, a block away from our house.
"So, dad's coming over tonight. For 'dinner'." Andrew scoffed then sighed. He continued walking but leaned towards me, I proceeded to put my head on his shoulder. His dad only comes over for 'dinner', when he picks Andrew up.
I brought my hand up and rubbed his back in a circular motion. Not only is it stressful for him to constantly go back and forth between parents, it's stressful for me too.
Jason, Andrew's dad, wants nothing to do with me. Right after they found me, he wanted to put me in an orphanage. Mom said no because she said I might be tossed back and forth from homes, because of how I look. Just like most of the society, he thinks I'm a freak. But, who can blame him? He divorced mom after three years of me being there. Anny and I were 7.
"Anny, you know you don't have to go if you don't want to. You can help me at the Picardo's, on the weekends. I'm sure Mr. Fredick will pay you. He is a bit short staffed." I chuckled.
"Ya, but if I don't go, then dad will take it the wrong way. Then there will be no chance of getting mom and dad back together." He said reasoning. He let go of me as we got closer to the house.
I sighed, and put my hands in my pockets. We both walked in a sad but comfortable silence.
He doesn't understand, Jason will never like me. I would be more than happy to have his family back together, but I know he won't. Not if I'm here.
I stopped walking and looked down, Andrew, a few steps ahead stopped walking as well. He turned to look at me with worried eyes.
"What is it?" He asked, walking towards me.
I decided to voice my thoughts, "Andrew, you and I both know that Jason doesn't like me, right?" I asked, looking up at him. My tears were threatening to fall.
"Hey, don't cry." He said, coming up to hug me, but nodded his head to answer my question. I continued, "Well, what if I left?" He tensed. "I mean, you and your parents would be back together. You'd have your family again!" I said quickly. Tears were spilling out of my eyes, not coming under control.
Andrew quickly stopped hugging me and grabbed me by the shoulders, he looked me in the eyes with a look that read, 'What the hell are you thinking?'.
"Seemee, no! You have been with me most of my life! Dad was the one who decided to leave, not you!" He yelled, shaking me by the shoulders.
"But-." I tried.
"But nothing. You are staying." He said quickly. He wiped away my tears then grabbed my hand as we ran towards the house.
Within a few seconds, we were at the front door of our house. Anny turned to me and wiped away some of the remaining tears. I smiled up at him then took a deep breath.
I opened the door to see a sight that left me shocked. Inside my mom was leaning against the staircase steps, her hand trying, but failing, to protect her from being struck. In front of her, Jason had his fist clenched and reaching to hit her in the face.
I dropped my bag that was hanging loosely from my shoulders and sprinted for the vase that had peppermint leaves in it. I grabbed it then smashed it onto his head, right before he hit her.
He quickly turned to me, blinking many times, then he fell. He fell down from the multiple steps and hit his head again on the railing.
I looked towards my mom who was crying. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed the carpeted steps behind her. Her tan arms were bruised and cut, as well as her face. Her blonde hair was in chaos, with blood thrown in random places. Her pale blue eyes were red from crying.
I heard police sirens from behind me. I turn around and see Andrew tucking his phone back into his pocket, he nodded his head, then ran over to mom. I turned around to look at Jason.
His shaggy black hair was combed back, only a few strands hung loosely. His brown eyes opening and closing. His dark chocolate skin held no marks, which meant that mom hadn't tried to defend herself. Must have been caught off guard, once she figured it out, she must have been too scared.
"You'll pay for that, failure." He said, his voice strained. Hate, although, was clear. But when he called me a failure, it wasn't as if he hated me, though he did. It was as if, he knew something about me, I didn't.
After a few minutes, the police had arrived. They took Jason away, as well as mom. They said that Jason would go to jail, but my mom will go to the Hospital. Also, that we have to stay home until we are called for our statements.
I gave the police my phone number, seeing as we don't own a house phone.
"She will be okay, though right?" I asked the dark police lady in front of me.
"I'm sure she will be fine. Based on what I saw. All she got were bruises and scratches. Nothing that could permanently harm her." She said. She shook my hand then left for her police car.
I turned around and walked back to the house. Andrew was sitting on the steps, his head in his hands. He was shaking.
I slowly came toward him and sat down beside him. I put my arm around his back and situated him so he was laying on my lap. I took strands of his hair and twirled them around my fingers, while I rubbed his back at the same time.
I started humming a song I didn't even know. Leaning back against one of the steps, I leaned my head against the step above it.
About thirty minutes passed and Andrew was lightly snoring in my lap. I leaned forward and smiled down at him.
Slowly and carefully I took his head off of my lap and stood up.
In front of me lay a 16-year-old boy, who was heartbroken. That was when I noticed my pants were wet where my knees were. I frowned and went to my room and changed into a pair of black leggings, my white tank top, and my red Niki sneakers. I ran back downstairs and he was still there.
I lightly tapped him, waking him up, but only partially. I silently picked him up and put his arm around my neck. I helped him up the steps and to his room. I sat him on the bed and walked to his closet. I dug through his clothes, trying to find his pajamas.
"Ow!" I yelped. I pulled my hand out and sucked on my pinky, while I quickly looked towards Andrew who was still sleeping.
My hand hit something. I dug back in a searched for it. I was metal, I kept feeling, and leather. It was in the shape of an L. I grabbed it and pulled it out from the clothes.
"Oh no," I whispered. In my hands was a silver pistol.
"No, no, no, no, please God, no!" I kept whispering. I clicked the button that released the magazine. I counted the bullets.
"No," I whispered again. A bullet was missing. Nine out of ten bullets were in the magazine.
Turning the safe the On, I stuffed it behind my back.
Looking towards Andrew, I whispered, "What have you gotten yourself into, Andrew?" I asked.
I sighed then went back into his closet. After two more minutes of looking for pajamas, I finally found a white shirt and gray sweatpants.
I stood up and closed the closet. Turning around and walked to Andrew. I cleaned him up and took his dark blue jeans off(he wears underwear) and slipped his sweatpants on. I then sat him up and took off his bright blue shirt and slipped on his white one.
I slightly chuckled and smiled to myself as I laid him down and pulled the blanket so it was under his chin.
I sighed then walked out of the room to mine, which was next door. I walked in and went to my dresser.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Opening the door I leaned into the very back. Opening the secret compartment in the wood, I put the gun in, and closed it again, then closed the dresser. When I first came here I explored my room, I found that compartment and I have been using it ever since.
Walking out of my room, I closed the door. Running downstairs I grabbed the food. Then walked out of the house and ran.