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Dreaming of a Weird ChristmasSummary: A Total Drama one-shot. Gwen falls asleep on Christmas night and has an interesting dream about Cody. WITH SONGS! Humor, one-sided Cody/Gwen.
All in all, it had been a pretty good Christmas for Gwen.
She and her brother had gotten up insanely early, as per tradition, and spent several anxious hours waiting for their mom to wake up while guessing what the various packages under the tree could be. Granted, they had had to endure the usual "Santa" routine that both siblings insisted they were too old for, but Gwen got all the CDs, books and art supplies she had asked for and an inordinate amount of chocolate to gorge on. Afterwards the three had a big family meal together before Gwen and her brother spent the evening mocking the last few Christmas specials of the season while eating an inordinate amount of chocolate all over again. (Hey, it's the holidays, do
Last SunsetSummary: A Total Drama one-shot. You can make the best of even the worst situationespecially if you have someone there to help you through it. Gwen/Cody.
"You know, there are so many better things we should be doing right now," Gwen said, a frown on her face that did little to show the insane amount of worry that she was repressing at the moment.
"Yeah." Cody nodded, looking more thoughtful than she had ever seen him before, and a lot calmer than she would have expected, given the circumstances. "But then, there's nothing else we can do, is there? I mean...we're sort of stuck here." He spread his arms out to encompass the wide rooftop, completely empty except for the two of them.
Gwen had to admit, he had a point there. She took her sketchbook out of her pocket, but couldn't find anything else in there. She frowned. "Crap. I don't even have a"
Use the CordsSummary: A Total Drama Island one-shot; romance, surprise pairing.
Nobody could quite understand how those two had wound up together.
Actually, some people had a hard time understanding how either of them could end up together with anyone. I mean, really, what girl would want him? He was short and none too handsome, and that was beside all the defects in his actual personality. And for that matter, what kind of guy would actually want her? Granted she was at least good looking, but again, to most the way she acted left something to be desired.
And the two really couldn't have been more different. He was, if nothing else, a stable kind of person; he usually spoke calmly, flatly, in a very matter-of-fact tone that belied how little he knew about things. She, of course, was anything but stable; prone to sudden mood-swings, bursts of temper foll
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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