by peyton fan September 17, 2012
Get the That's Moderately Raven mug.A middle school located in Towson, Maryland. The majority of the students are black, and more females attend the school than males. It has four magnets, all of which take no talent to get into. Most of the teachers are annoying and fake, though if you don't piss them off they can be super tight with you. There are LITERALLY fights once a week at minimum. If you walk in the hallway while classes are in session, you will most likely see ghetto girls twerking and making music videos on their phones or dumb ass boys talking so incoherently that it is no longer english. Between classes, you'll always get bumped into in the halls by some weirdo doing the Naruto run or have someone try to break your ankles by cutting in front of you. The school has a few cliques: the weirdos who eat grass and pick their noses, the edgy teens who wear black lipstick, the nerds who dress up like furries and draw pictures of anime characters, the cocky boys who think they're cool because they made a good rebound in PE the class before, and the ghetto ass girls who snap at each other and have nails so long they could stab someone with them, and the norms who just wanna get their three years over with and leave. The school has a lot of fucked up flaws, but don't worry. If you're about to or currently attend LRTA, you'll learn how to survive in the school in no time and come out being the most street wise freshman. If you do it right, you'll make friends who will make your years at Loch Raven memorable.
Scenario 1:
Sarah: "OMG THERE WAS A FIGHT AT MY SCHOOL TODAY!"
Sharkisha: "A fight? Pfft, who gives a shit? Those happen all the time at my school girl!"
Sarah: "Oh, you must go to Loch Raven Technical Academy then..."
Scenario 2:
Teacher: "Everyone flip to page 328."
Daquan: "EVERYBODY SAY SAUSAGE KEEP IT GOIN'-"
Teacher: "You're staying here for lunch, mister."
Sarah: "OMG THERE WAS A FIGHT AT MY SCHOOL TODAY!"
Sharkisha: "A fight? Pfft, who gives a shit? Those happen all the time at my school girl!"
Sarah: "Oh, you must go to Loch Raven Technical Academy then..."
Scenario 2:
Teacher: "Everyone flip to page 328."
Daquan: "EVERYBODY SAY SAUSAGE KEEP IT GOIN'-"
Teacher: "You're staying here for lunch, mister."
by Melly_Jelly July 13, 2017
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A bitch that is so intelligent she by far outranks the average. She is willing to bend over backwards to make sure you get yours if you do her wrong and she will not stop plotting on you untill you are served up your carma.
Did you hear what karla did to Kevin? She pulled a dirty Raven on him and he ended up with an IRS audit agent at his door!
by Runseanrun November 11, 2019
Get the dirty raven mug.Robin/Raven is what Teen Titans' fan put together after the episode "Birthmark". To be honest, Robin/ Raven is a better fit than Starfire/Robin. While watching the show, if anything Starfire and Robin's love didn't seem true. It seemed like they would be together based off the look of "Leader saves beautiful outcast alien and she falls in love". But with Robin and Raven, it's like Robin fell in love with her because he wanted to truly save her from her father and herself. Their fanfictions are better to. Theirs don't revolve around typical "Beautiful alien gets leader jock and they live happily ever after". RxR stories tend to be about how Robin will get into Raven's mind and break her from her chaotic demon ways. RxR simply have a better love connection than Robin and Starfire.
In the Robin/Raven story, Robin feverish works to find out why Raven has red marks invading her skin. As he works to learn more, he discovers that he is probably not just on a mission to save his friend, but possibly his love.
by Smile empty soul May 3, 2015
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;-- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered-- not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-- prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted-- tell me truly, I implore--
Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?-- tell me-- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil-- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us-- by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!-- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-- nevermore!
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;-- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered-- not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-- prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted-- tell me truly, I implore--
Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?-- tell me-- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil-- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us-- by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!-- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-- nevermore!
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
by Is this name used? August 6, 2006
Get the the raven mug.Member of the FOXHOUND unit from Metal Gear Solid, and is one of the toughest battles in the game, IMO. He carries a fucking enormous Gatling gun that has unlimited ammo. Likes to pull ears.
Snake: You must be a real threat in the muktuk eating contest.
Vulcan Raven: HAHAHAHAHA! You are right, yet I also excel at the ear pull.
Vulcan Raven: HAHAHAHAHA! You are right, yet I also excel at the ear pull.
by sizzleman July 24, 2010
Get the vulcan raven mug.Robin/Raven- A pairing from the popular Teen Titans children's show that airs on Cartoon Network. Despite popular belief Robin/Raven shipper are not all morbid emo/goths who hang around Hot Topic and write 'woe-is-me' poems.
The pairing was little known until season 4 when the episode "Birthmark" aired and questions where raised. Many people have since then come to realize that this pairing actually has potential, and is not just a theory made up by stoners. After birthmark aired Robin/Raven fever spread like wildfire across Fanfiction.net and Gaiaonline.com. Talk of the strange pairing quickly turned into a growing trend as more people opened their eyes to the possibilities.
Many people turn to the Robin/Raven pairing after getting bored with the 'Hot popular cheerleader type girl falls in love with the Sexy, mysterious, jock like boy and live happily ever after' relationship that is often known as Robin/Starfire. Though the pairing is officially non-canon, it is quickly becoming the most popular pairing (Even rivaling The BB/Raven shippers) Many people who like R/R are older children to teens who have some to realize that a relationship means more then looking cute together.
Another popular myth about Robin/Raven is that everyone who like it bases their opinion on one of two things. They are: 1. The saying 'Birds of a feather flock together' and 2. They hate Starfire. When both are false. Many supporters of the R/R pairing are tired of hearing this excuse, and often times they point of the fact that the relationship should be based more on compatibility then an saying said by some old guy 2000 years ago.
And the Idea that all R/R shippers hate Starfire is wrong. Many actually like Starfire, but do not feel that she and Robin could ever have a relationship that was anything other then 'cute'. Yes, there are some people who hate Starfire, but the fact that they hate Starfire is not a direct link to being a Robin/Raven shipper.
Pairing wars over Robin/Raven and Robin/Starfire are quite common, but the thing that many fail to realize is that neither side really accomplishes anything in said wars. It is truly just a time to rant about ones favorite pairing and see which is getting more support. The bets thing to do is let them be.
Robin/Raven shippers tend to be very passionate about their favorite pairing and tend to not listen to logic, yet the same can be said for anyone who is a fan of a Teen Titan pairing.
The pairing was little known until season 4 when the episode "Birthmark" aired and questions where raised. Many people have since then come to realize that this pairing actually has potential, and is not just a theory made up by stoners. After birthmark aired Robin/Raven fever spread like wildfire across Fanfiction.net and Gaiaonline.com. Talk of the strange pairing quickly turned into a growing trend as more people opened their eyes to the possibilities.
Many people turn to the Robin/Raven pairing after getting bored with the 'Hot popular cheerleader type girl falls in love with the Sexy, mysterious, jock like boy and live happily ever after' relationship that is often known as Robin/Starfire. Though the pairing is officially non-canon, it is quickly becoming the most popular pairing (Even rivaling The BB/Raven shippers) Many people who like R/R are older children to teens who have some to realize that a relationship means more then looking cute together.
Another popular myth about Robin/Raven is that everyone who like it bases their opinion on one of two things. They are: 1. The saying 'Birds of a feather flock together' and 2. They hate Starfire. When both are false. Many supporters of the R/R pairing are tired of hearing this excuse, and often times they point of the fact that the relationship should be based more on compatibility then an saying said by some old guy 2000 years ago.
And the Idea that all R/R shippers hate Starfire is wrong. Many actually like Starfire, but do not feel that she and Robin could ever have a relationship that was anything other then 'cute'. Yes, there are some people who hate Starfire, but the fact that they hate Starfire is not a direct link to being a Robin/Raven shipper.
Pairing wars over Robin/Raven and Robin/Starfire are quite common, but the thing that many fail to realize is that neither side really accomplishes anything in said wars. It is truly just a time to rant about ones favorite pairing and see which is getting more support. The bets thing to do is let them be.
Robin/Raven shippers tend to be very passionate about their favorite pairing and tend to not listen to logic, yet the same can be said for anyone who is a fan of a Teen Titan pairing.
Not to be confused with BB/Raven shippers or Robin/Starfire shippers. Robin/Raven shipper can be very hostile if not approached with care.
by Ri-Ri No Hime November 4, 2005
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