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Okay, My Rant On 12.9 year olds, and Other ShitSo, first, the rant, which I first posted on tumblr and I am quite proud of it. c:
Okay, I need to get this off my chest, because it's been bugging me since I joined tumblr.
As a 13 year old, I realize I was 12.9 not so long ago, but I don't see the point in hating on 12.9 year olds? I mean, forgive me if this is some big tumblr secret as to why you all hate 12 year olds with such a furious passion, but 12 is a confusing as fuck time. 12 is that miracle age where your body starts to realize, "Hey! All these parts work! Now, it's time to test everything!" and your senses, hormones…EVERYTHING seems to be put on overdrive.
Now, coupling that with the nightmare that is school, and being surrounded by all these people in the wonderfully awkward boat that is puberty, you're trying to stay alive. Because, as we all know, school is like a fucking battle ground. Why? Because every kid is doing the same thing you are - trying to stay alive, while finding out who they are.
I know that, in my c

Where Everybody Knows Your Name [France and US]France & America : Where Everybody Knows Your Name [Bromance]!
Yes, you read right. Bromance. No yaoi here, rabid fangirls. This is simply two guy friends, although you might pick up some FrUs if you squint...a lot...
By the way, this could be considered Cheers/Hetalia Cross-over, but nobody probably has any clue what Cheers is so...yeah...This *probably* is going to be a two-shot, or it will end here. Not sure, just had to get this idea out of my head, so I could sleep peacefully tonight.
Enjoy!
~Sometimes You Wanna Go, Where Everybody Knows Your Name~
America sighed, dragging a hand down his face. This meeting was dragging on forever. Really, was it ever going to end?!
"Well...As usual, we got nothing done. But, this meeting is over. See you all next year," Germany breathed out, his blue eyes clenched shut and his fists tightly gripping the table, in an attempt to keep the last remnant of his sanity

HetaliaXCountry!Reader Part TwoHetaliaXCountry!Reader Part Two
Story by: lilacgiraffe

Back to third person!

America grinned at New York’s retreating figure and turned his attention to the frozen Cuba. “So, dude,” He started, “What the Hell was that about?” America asked, giggling.
“None of your business, Cabron.” Cuba scoffed before turning to follow the New Yorker.
“Whatever.” America scoffed before going his own separate way.
Your POV

I sprinted into my building and into my apartment, locking the door behind me. Though I acted cool, after I turned a corner, I ran as fast as I could. I may be independent but C

Bad Day [France x Reader] - DrabbleEnjoy this drabble-ish type thing. If you're having a bad day, I'd suggest reading this fic.
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Francis sauntered into the room, a dashing grin on his face, and a fresh rose in his hand. He noticed you, sitting alone at a table in the corner, and a frown flashed across his face. Well, that wouldn’t do at all. He made his way over to where you were, sitting across from you, giving you that infectious smile.
You didn’t even notice.
He sighed, his blue eyes softening for a moment. “Bounjour, my dear~” he sang.
You [e/c] eyes slowly wandered up to meet his. His smile widened just a little bit.
“How are you?” he questioned, setting the rose down on the table and propping his head on his hands.
“I had…a bad day…”
He gave you a sad smile. “Ah, I’m so sorry to hear that, my beautiful rose~ B

France X Reader [ Insecurities ] Chapter 1Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breath out.
You told yourself, following your own instructions diligently. It was your first
day of High School and, as it always seemed to be at the beginning of
the year, you were a nervous wreck. But, today, you had even more of a
right to be nervous.
You'd been accepted to World Academy. World Academy seemed to have a student from every country, and every single background, religion, ethnicity, and language seemed to dwell within the walls of the campus. Your brothers, who had raised you since your
parents had split up, were helping you move all of your stuff into your dorm.
"Aye! [Y/n]! Quit dreamin', lass, we're not doin' all the work for ye!" one of your brothers, Allistor, called. It took you a second to figure out what he was saying, mostly because his Scottish accent was so thick, you could hardly understand a word he was saying. That's why one of your other brothers, Arthur, would constantly have to play translator between the two

HetaliaXReader It Sucks To Be MeHetaliaXReader It Sucks To Be Me
Songfic by: lilacgiraffe

You skipped through the apartment complex hall, humming happily. You turned the corner to run into your friend, Kiku.
"Morning, Kiku!" You chirped at your neighbor, beaming.
"Hi (full name)." He sighed.
"How's life?" You ask, cocking your head to the side. Why was your normally moodless friend sad?
"Disappointing." He sighed again, slumping his shoulders and leaning against the wall.
"What's the matter?" You ask, concerned that his fiance, Mei, had left him. They were having some money troubles.
"The art museum laid me off."
Your hand flew to cover your mouth. "Oh, I'm

It's Done! ((PLEASE READ))So, with the help of *bitchipro we got the forum up, and it's ready to run!
Just...one slight problem...
We need a bit of a signal boost. I've already sent emails to a lot of people close to me, who I *hope* will get the word out there, as well as telling two of my favorite people on tumblr to get the word out. I'm also going to be posting a link to it on tumblr, along with Saint. But, still, I want this to get out there.
So, all of my wonderful, dedicated, amazing watchers, get the word out about this forum, and join, so that you can help and support everyone!

http://onlinesupportforum.proboards.com/index.cgi
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Please, get it out there, send it to people on tumblr and ask for them to post it, put it in your journals and ask your watchers to post it, email it to people, text your friends about it - anything you can do will help.
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Knock 'Em Out by Lily Allen
Request by vengefulamber
Story by lilacgiraffe

"______" Arthur said on the other line of the phone.
"What now?" You sighed. Arthur just broke up with a very serious girlfriend and had been drinking his troubles away with Alfred. Normally, Arthur was ditched for a girl.
"______, I'm drunk. Can... Can you pick me up?" He slurred his words, his accent was thicker now.
"Ya, fine." You said, angry. He knew he couldn't hold his liqueur so why has he been going out so much and drinking?
You sat up in your bed and checked the time on you phone. The electronic lights lit up in a pattern making t

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My first CountryXreader...... Don't kill me... I'm too inocent to die!!!!
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===============LE FLASHBACK!!!====================

"Let me go!!" you scream as the allied drags you in a dark corner. "Now _____, since your from the axis you know what we want right? We want every information spilled and we want in details." Alfred said as he tighten his fist. "But first let's chain you so that you'll not do anything harm against us", Arthur said as he began to chain your wrist together and drags it upwards. "So Let's begin." Alfred said as he cups your chin. " I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING GOT

France x reader - oneshot. - ((SECRET ADMIRER~))You giggled as you read the letter that was placed on your desk.

You see, every week, you receive this letter from your so called 'secret admirer'. You had started receiving these letters on the second week of school, and every letter had a small rose symbol thingy imprinted at the bottom-right of the paper.
It's kinda creepy if you ask me..
I mean, it's only been two weeks and someone already had a crush on you..
What if he was a stalker? Or a pervert? A pedo?! Creepy...

Wait, where was I again? Oh yeah, you read the letter.

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
sugar is sweet,
But I bet you taste sweeter~"

Wait, what?

You re-read the

GermanyxReaderxPrussia: Scandalous affair part 12

I curled up in a ball, shivering on the floor, still naked as a new born. I had tried to fight him off but honestly, it was hopeless. He finished the work he had set out to do and displayed no remorse whatsoever. Arthur stood over me, having already redressed himself, and was chuckling sadistically.
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"What?" I spat. "You had your fun, can I go now?"
He grabs my wrists and pulls me close. "You think I could just let you leave like that?" He hisses.
"Well it's not like I c

France x Reader: Time"[Name], I need you to meet someone." Your cousin said after walking in through the front door with a smaller figure next to him. You slipped a bookmark into the magazine you were reading and set it on a nearby coffee table as you slid your feet off the futon. Curiously, you looked up at your cousin as you walked toward him.

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GermanyxReaderxPrussia: Scandalous affair part 5After Saturday, the burden of having an affair with my coaches eased on me. They didn't send me secret flirty messages during practice, although the occasional loving smile was welcome. I was very careful. I always made sure to only use a stern voice when I spoke to them in public, as they did with me.

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It was the Monday after the weekend that had Divisions (you know, that huge swim meet I had talked about earlier.) And with all of the hard work that Ludwig and Gilbert put in, we did actually manage to come in first. I had never felt so happy when we won. Wal

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Helping Hurts, But It Also Heals

by ~Hairbun503, Mar 1, 2013, 6:39:14 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: Self Harm, Depression, and mentions of Suicide

It's tough, sometimes. There are nights when you lay in bed, a deep, empty ache in your chest as you worry about your friends, who have poured their hearts out to you, and rely on you to be their rock, and to be there for them.

There are times when I'll be sitting in class, it'll be a good day, and a friend of mine will drop a suicide joke, and I'll just burst into tears.

Depression is real. Self-Harmers feel real pain. Depression isn't something you can get over.

Why can't people see that?

It's as if they don't care that people die every day.

My peers whine and complain because they don't have the newest iPhone, or the newest jeans, or the best purse, but they don't realize that some kids, their age, have only a blade for comfort.

It hurts, just sitting here and writing this. Pain is a part of what I do. To help people, and to try to make them realize they are worth it, you have to try and understand their pain.

Nothing hurts more than having a friend who doesn't see their own beauty.

But, this part has it's upsides.

Knowing that you really helped someone, and that you saved a life, and knowing that you're a beautiful and kind human being. Having people message you their stories of recovery, and tell you that it was you that started them on this road to self-loving...That's what makes it all worth it.

And, my job won't be done. Not for a long time. In fact, I don't think it will ever be done.

But, as long as I can help, I will. And, after I die, there will be someone just as compassionate as me to take my place. Someone will step up to help. There will always be someone willing to help. Never forget that.

Because, even though helping hurts, it also heals.

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I was going through the suicide tag on tumblr, because I track it, and I just kept flipping through and I just kept thinking: These people are all so beautiful. I just want to message them all and tell them that life is worth living but...I'm only one person, and I can only do so much.

I seriously cried while writing this. Just know, to all of you who I'm supporting (you know who you are), and even those who are just friends: I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. DON'T EVER FORGET IT.</b>

Thanks for reading everyone.

Do not use without my permission. It's my work, got it?

~BatchOfKrazyCupcakes Mar 2, 2013 Student General Artist

the feels!! Great work, hun

=kalliatkuan Mar 1, 2013 Student General Artist

*hugs*

This, every day!
I hate how my friends have only one person to rely on, and I hate that they don't see their own beauty.

~Resistance33 Mar 1, 2013 Student Writer

Shit, I'm crying now. I hate to know that I worry you sometimes, but because I'm pretty much alone, you're the only person that I know will be there for me. It's something that I'm not good at, I mean, I've never been good at supporting people, and I'm not good at 'making friends', per se. Just... you have no idea how indebted I am to you. I probably owe you my life, because of how many times you've saved it. Thank you so so much.

~Hairbun503 Mar 6, 2013

Girl, it's not a problem helping you, or anyone else. As it says, it's hard sometimes, but it's always rewarding in the end. I love all of my friends online like brothers and sisters, and knowing that I can help makes me REALLY happy.

You deserve it, love, because you're amazing, kind, wonderful, supportive and a beautiful person. You're an awesome writer, a person who obviously has their head on straight, despite the people surrounding you having their heads on upside-down and backwards, you're one of the easiest people for me to talk to, I can always go to you whenever I'm feeling down, or I had a bad day, and just vent about it without worrying about being judged, and you're like a sister to me. If you ever tell yourself that no one loves you, you're wrong, because I love you. I just think it's a little hard for you to see that. I'm here to remind you of that, every single day. And, if you ever fall again, which I hope you don't but I know that life can be cruel, I'll be here to help you back to your feet, and dust you off, okay?

Y'know, I have to ask my Dad, but I might be able to video chat with you soon!

~findmyface Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I started crying way hard, I still feel like this and I--thank you, for being a friend.

~Hairbun503 Mar 1, 2013

You are more than welcome, m'dear.

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