band insult

but my theory is that basically they wanted to get those tattoos of each other’s names except they couldn’t because it would’ve looked suspicious so they started this whole poll madness to fool the clique and they were like alright alright if it’s a tie then well and if it isn’t we’ll just hack some shit to make it a tie so that we can get those tattoos without blowing our very bad cover that no one believes in as it is

Makeup

Warnings: n/a

Word Count: 1,392

A/N: First fic on here. Hope y'all enjoy!


“Hey, Verge?” Roman popped into existence next to Virgil’s bed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, looking almost worried.

After a quick internal battle of whether or not to ignore the fanciful side (and also wondering why Roman was using his actual nickname instead of something that he came up with), Virgil glanced over, one hand coming up to pull off his headphones. “What.”

“So, you know how you wear your eyeshadow?” Roman was definitely here to ask him to do something. Virgil wasn’t excited, but maybe the other wouldn’t bother him for a while if he complied.

“Cut to the chase, what do you want?” Looking at Roman’s stance and attitude, he did seem uncharacteristically… anxious. Maybe it was just Virgil’s room affecting him. Or maybe he was actually nervous about a request.

“Let me do your makeup? Please?” The words were rushed. Virgil knew that style of speaking. Trying to say something when you were afraid of the reaction. It almost made him a bit more compassionate towards the prince. But not compassionate enough to make Virgil ok with someone else doing his makeup.

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Hey gang, I’ve had this person blocked for a while and normally I wouldn’t do this, but she’s a special case.

This is Christal. I chatted with her a bit online in early 2016 and she seemed like a nice enough Noel fan. Then someone sent me a link to a couple posts she’d made on an Oasis forum. She said she hoped Noel’s wife Sara “got AIDS and died,” and that she wanted to “cut Noel’s dick off” so his wife couldn’t have it. So I decided to block her. In response, she sent me an expletive-filled message about how Noel’s wife is a cunt and how she’s the reason Oasis broke up, and she also said I was an obsessed stalker fangirl who needed to climb up out of Noel’s ass (or something to that effect, can’t quite remember now). A few months after that, at Noel’s 2016 gigs in New York and Toronto, she greeted me enthusiastically and tried to talk to me as if we were good friends. At the New York show, she stood just behind me in the general admission pit, and at one point, she took a photo of me without me knowing. She then used that photo as her Twitter profile picture for nearly a year.

Apparently, she’s continued her usual behavior over on her Twitter account, @halesandpails. Even though I blocked her, she’s been randomly mentioning me and other Noel fans in her Tweets, essentially harassing us. She’s taken random pictures of us from our accounts and posts them on her Twitter feed and tried to tag us in her Tweets even if we’ve blocked her.

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Someone Buy Me Roses

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could you do an imagine where the reader works at a florist and is really shy and sweet and desolation row gerard has THE BIGGEST CRUSH on them? xx”

A/N: I’m just gonna tag @chemicalimagines because there have been too many mentions of both Desolation Row and florist AUs on her blog for this to not be her fault. 

You were standing behind the counter, debating whether to start straightening the calla lilies on display, when the bell rang, drawing attention the strange, black-haired man who had just walked into the flower shop.

He was wearing a leather jacket, and he had a bandage just above on eye. You wondered what he was doing here. He looked like the type of guy who was more likely to buy Black Flag tickets for his girlfriend than a bouquet. Assuming he had one. But, why wouldn’t he? He was gorgeous, in a bad-boy sort of way.

He looked nervous. You knew you should probably ask him if he needed any help, but you were too shy. Maybe I’m a bad fit for the customer service industry, you thought with a frown. I opened this shop because I’ve always loved growing plants, but if I can’t talk to people who come into the store, I’ll never sell anything.

Then, suddenly, you heard sirens in the distance. It sounded like they were getting closer by the minute. The man jumped.

“Hey!” he said, running up to the counter, taking you aback. “Listen! If you let me hide in the backroom, I’ll buy every damn rose in this place, alright?!”

“Wha…..” you gaped, unsure what to say. Why did the man want to hide here? You realized that the police must be after him, and he was trying not to get caught.

“Please,” the stranger pleaded. “I’m serious. I have the money, I’ll do it. Just help me!”

If he did have money for all of your roses, you wondered where he had gotten it from. For all you knew, he could’ve robbed a bank.

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MAJOR INFO FOR NEW MARCHING BAND KIDS

this has happened so many times and it’s ridiculous. BE. RESPECTFUL. TO THE BAND PARENTS. AND ALL OTHER BANDS.

IT DOESNT MATTER IF THEYRE THE RIVAL SCHOOL

OR IF YOU DONT PARTICULARLY LIKE THAT BAND PARENT

BE RESPECTFUL. THEY ARE PUTTING THEIR TIME AND EFFORT TO PUT ON A SHOW AND BE A PART OF THE BAND.

last year there was this band at our mass group that kept yelling and insulting another band because they were rivals. we have rival schools too. we have those band parents that aren’t amazing at their job. we have those band parents who are a bit picky with uniforms.

BE RESPECTFUL. PLEASE. YOUR BAND WILL BE SO MUCH BETTER AND YOULL ENJOY THE EXPERIENCE SO MUCH MORE.

I swear world war 3 isn’t going to start by the country’s bombing each other its going to start by someone insult another persons otp.