ill fix it up later

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all time low + inspirational lyrics from each album (with the help of @gabricl)

put up or shut up (2006) - the party scene
so wrong, it’s right (2007) - stay awake
nothing personal (2009) - therapy
dirty work (2011) - time-bomb
don’t panic! (2012) - so long, and thanks for all the booze
future hearts (2015) - missing you

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this is incredibly silly and took too long

In the Garden

this is the long fic I was talking about before; finally fully edited! enjoy!

At ages 4 and 10

“Graaaaandma!”

Leonard knelt in the garden, looking back towards the house. He blinked as the dappled sunlight filtered through the trees above and shone in his eyes, pouting as he waited for a response. He glanced back underneath the large rhubarb leaves, and then back to the house.

He took a deep breath. “GRAM!!”

The screen door swung open, and his grandmother’s voice rang out, “What’s all this hollerin’ about, Lenny?”

Leonard blinked big hazel eyes at the form before him, then called out, “THERE’S A WEIRDO IN THE GARDEN.”

“LEONARD HORATIO, MANNERS,” was instantly yelled back, and the brunet blushed to his ears.

“But there is!” He crouched back down to peek underneath the foliage, and twitched his nose, “It’s a human boy,” he twitched his nose again, “I think? I dunno, he smells funny.”

“Well, invite him in, Len!”

“Why should I invite in a weirdo?”

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MANNERS?”

“Okay, okay, Gram, geez.“ He turned back to the small pale form as he heard the door swing back shut. He crawled closer to the other boy. “Hello?” He poked at a small hand; it was a bit cold. "You smell weird. Are you dead?”

Two unnaturally blue eyes opened sluggishly to look into warm hazel ones, and Leonard tilted his head curiously.  “Oh, you’re not dead. You smell a lil’ dead though, like wet dirt, but you’re alive. My gram said I have to invite you in, you wanna come in?”

The younger boy was still staring at him, finally blinking for the first time as he gave a small nod of his head. Leonard nodded back and stood. “Alright then, come on, let’s go. Gram’s making some jam, I bet.”

He promptly turned and walked three steps before noticing the other boy hadn’t moved. Leonard frowned, nose scrunched, and knelt back down to the blond tufts just peeking out above the leaves, “Come on, lazy bones! Let’s go!”

“Bones…” came the small, soft reply, but no other words or movement. Leonard groaned.

“Ugh, am I gonna have to carry you, lazy bones? Bah, come on, Gram’ll skin me if I’m not proper helpful and all.” Digging his hands beneath the boy into the soft soil, Leonard hoisted him up into his arms, “Ugh, you smell weird and you’re heavy. Don’t tell Gram I said that. Come on, let’s go.”

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