I wonder if Senpai will notice me.
...Whoever Senpai is.
This Crazy Little Thing - Chapter 5Disclaimer: All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan, Jeff, and Swampy. The year or so that it took to update this belong to all of the soda, snacks, and Five Hour Energies that I'm about to drink in preparation for the next two weeks.This Crazy Little Thing - Chapter 5 by Arctimon
Chapter 5 - Fight For Your Right
Baljeet was never one to be short on words.
Or use short words.
Or even think of things for a short period of time.
Which is probably why he wasn't able to sleep at all that night.
So that was probably why he arrived in the lobby of the school that morning with red eyes and an attitude that would've put even Buford in his place.
This was the problem when you had a higher than average IQ and your brain ran through every possible scenario at the wee hours of the morning.
But at least he had a plan now. Or...something that his sleep-deprived mind had concluded to be a plan.
And there was the target. Right near her locker, almost as if she was waiting
CloakedDisclaimer: The Teen Titans animation is the property of Glen Murakami and Warner Bros. Animation. Any thinly veiled reference to Teen Titans Go! is completely on purpose.Cloaked by Arctimon
The rapid thumping of the buttons had a weird eerie calm to them.
"Holy crap! That was too close!"
The constant nitpicking was grating, however.
"Dodge left! Dodge right!"
But also a little soothing.
"Get the power-up!"
It let her know that she wasn't completely alone.
...But did it have to be him of all people?
“Beast Boy, I'm trying to read here.”
“You know, you could go back up to your room if I'm being too loud for you,” he said with a wry smile.
“Can't. It's too dark.”
The car that Beast Boy had been driving on the screen was now in a ditch and on fire. But he didn't care about that at this point in time.
“Wait a minute. The all-mighty Raven is complaining that it's too dark in
Duplicate - Chapter 2Disclaimer: The Teen Titans animation is the property of Glen Murakami and Warner Bros. Animation. You almost might want to go read the prologue and Chapter 1 of this story since...you know...it's been over a year since this has been updated. Just a thought.Duplicate - Chapter 2 by Arctimon
Chapter 2 – No Rest for the West
It would be an unfair assumption to say that the original Titans were just lollygagging around with all of the villains back into play.
Well, you'd be half right.
The Titans team certainly exhausted themselves and all of their resources when searching for their escaped criminal freezer pops. Weeks went by where no Titan relaxed for even a moment.
Except for that one time when BB dozed off in the T-Jet. One air horn blast from Cyborg was enough to jolt him back into the real world.
Eventually, even Robin had to admit that things weren't going to go their way until they took a break. So they retreated back to the tow
Burning the Midnight OilDisclaimer: All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan Povenmire, Jeff “Swampy” Marsh, and Disney Channel.Burning the Midnight Oil by Arctimon
Special mention goes to the midnight hour, which I've seen so much in the past few months we might as well make it official on Facebook.
“You do know it's just a metaphor, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“The whole midnight oil thing?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
Isabella tapped the lantern on the windowsill, which was illuminating the room with a soft glow. “I'm pretty sure you didn't have this the last time I was in your room.”
“I had the battery operated one. Ferb got me this one for my birthday.”
She glanced over at Ferb's empty bed. “Wh
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer by EvilpixieA
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru