jack is a liar

Poe junkie

The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.

Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate

You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?

Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate

Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction
I feel like This Is Us is going to be the new Pretty Little Liars. Like we will be on season 80 waiting to see if on this week's episode we find out how Jack dies.

A little something loosely based off of this post where Jack gets jealous whenever Bitty diverts his attention to his phone, and the reason why Bitty is always on Twitter.

Never in Jack’s life did he think he’d be jealous of Twitter.

“Got another important tweet to send out?” Jack asked with a small huff. The pair of them were sat in a quaint café in Providence, enjoying coffees and pastries when he watched Bitty pick his phone up from the table for the sixth time since they had sat down with their orders. Jack would be a liar if he said that he wasn’t the tiniest bit disappointed that he didn’t have Bitty’s full attention. Maybe it was selfish of him to expect Bitty to focus on him and only him every time he visited; though the idea behind the visits was that they’d be making up for the days they spent apart.

“Mhm.” Bitty hummed, his thumbs tapping away at his screen. “Keep going, I’m listening.” He added without looking up.

Jack rolled his eyes before resting his gaze at Bitty. “No, it’s all right. I can wait for you to finish. I know it’s important for you to speak to your people right this second.” He teased.

Bitty laughed lightly, “I’m not sending tweets out to ‘my people’, honey. I’m just tweeting so I don’t forget stuff.”

“And now is the time to do it?” Jack asked, his finger nail tapping against his coffee mug in mild annoyance.

“Yes. I don’t want to forget.” He said simply.

Jack’s brows furrowed slightly, “Forget what?”


“This?” He asked.

“Our conversation.” Bitty clarified as he closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and set it face down on the table.

“You can’t forget it if you’re not actually having it, Bits.” Jack scratched the back of his neck lightly as he looked back at Bitty, watching a small smile spread across his lips.

“You know, one day you’ll thank me for jotting this stuff down.” He took a small sip from his coffee, gazing across the table at Jack. “I’m not just retweeting dumb pictures. I keep track of little stuff that I know I’ll wanna remember. For example, that time you tried to show me pictures on your camera and drenched me in hot coffee.”

Jack let out a low groan as he covered his face with his hands, feeling his face instantly heat up with embarrassment. “Why would you want to remember that? If it wasn’t for the mountain of sweaters you were wearing I would’ve given you third degree burns.”

Bitty laughed as his foot tapped against Jack’s under the table, “It’s a nice memory, you know? How many pictures do you have on your computer from your senior year?” 

Jack gave a small shrug as he thought about it, “Dunno. I mean it has it’s own folder on my laptop so probably a handful.”

“See? It’s just like you taking pictures. When you want to remember something you take a picture, don’t you?” Jack gave small nod in response as he took another sip of his coffee. “So, think of my twitter as a text based scrapbook; all of the little moments we otherwise we have forgotten are mostly all recorded on my twitter. Whether it be the good stuff or the bad stuff, it’s all there. You’ve got your pictures and I have my twitter.”


A smile spread across Jack’s lips as he dipped his head slightly, a light flush working its way from Jack’s cheeks to the tips of his ears. He softly let his toes rest on top of Bitty’s under the privacy of their small table to keep himself from reaching out to lace their fingers together.

Maybe he didn’t mind sharing Bitty’s attention with Twitter after all.

Our library cat, Porter is very much enjoying his time in the sunshine next to our new book section! Here he can be seen admiring all types of new fiction books by favorite authors such as: Sutree by Cormac McCarthy, All the Little Liars by Charlaine Harris and Jack Reacher: Night School by Lee Child. 

Porter also loves when people remember to look into our new non-fiction section as well! He especially loves works by local authors such as Joe Kelley’s new book, Beside My Fire, which set a sense of belonging and familiarity into the community. 

You may look into Cesar Millan’s new book, How To Train the Perfect Dog, or even Transgender 101 by Nicholas M. Teich if you’re looking to educate yourself on different types of gender and preferences! Whatever your prefer to read, you are sure to find something of interest at Anna Porter Public Library!

-Library Staff


ONE NIGHT ULTIMATE WEREWOLF!! Just watched this video yesterday and it’s my favourite game!!

So nice to see Mini, Gassy Mexican, Nogla and Jack play this, they made it so funny and torally worth the watch. Tbh don’t be surprised if I get this game soon because it looks amazing!
What I’ve learnt from this:
Gassy can do a great Morgan Freeman impression
Mini looks great in a bonnet (and so does Jack)
Daithi DeNogla can’t be trusted and is always bullied bless him
Jack is a great liar!!

How could that be better?!?

Three Empty Words || Michael Clifford Imagine

Everything used to be perfect. When I looked at him, I saw hope, I saw love, I saw life. That was 3 years ago.

“Michael? Michael?!” I called out to him.


“Are you almost ready? Arzaylea keeps calling and texting.”

I finally heard him start jogging down the stairs, “Sorry, I was on the phone with Luke. He was spazzing out.”

“About what?”

“It’s fucking Luke, everything has to be perfect,” he said with a small laugh.

“It’s just a birthday party. Besides, it will be perfect because it’s Luke. But we have to go.” I turned around to walk out the front door when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a head on my shoulder. 

“You look beautiful, Babe. I will never stop telling you that.”

I turned my head to look him in his beautiful eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” With that we headed to the car and drove off.

*3 Months Later*

Tonight, Michael and I celebrated our one year anniversary. I can’t believe that for 365 days I’ve been able to call this angel mine. He’s everything I’ve ever needed and wanted. I was lost without him and I didn’t even know. 

We finally got back to the house and while I got water, Michael went upstairs to get dressed for bed.

“I love him so much and this is so right,” I thought to myself as I finished my water and started up the stairs. I walk into our bedroom and see Michael standing at his dresser, still dressed and taking off his watch. I walk up behind him and put my arms around his torso and I heard him giggle a little bit. 

“Do you love me?” I ask him while my head was resting on his back.

“Of course I do,” he said while grabbing on to my hands.

“Then show me. Show me how much you love me.” He turned around and looked me in my eyes. He swiftly picked me up and ever so gently laid me down on our bed. He laid on top of me while he searched my eyes for any uncertainty.

“Are you sure?” I just leaned up and kissed him. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

That night, we fell in love all over again. I completely gave myself to him. By dawn, we knew all of each other’s secrets and fears. We finally became one person. 

He would tell me everyday and night that he loved me. Especially in such intimate moments like these.

“Y/N? Y/N? Hey! Where’d you go?” I was snatched from my thoughts when I heard the sound of Arzaylea’s voice.

“What?” I asked confused.

“I asked how you and Michael were doing since you just passed 2 years.”

“Oh um, yeah we’re good,” I answered kind of uncertain and in a more quiet voice as I turned my head to look at Michael talking to Luke and others. 

“It took you a long time to answer and you were kind of just starring into space. Are you sure you guys are good?” she pushed.

“Mmmhm,” I nodded as I got up and went outside. I walked over to the barrier on the balcony and leaned against it. As I looked at the city scape and all the lights, I couldn’t help but cry. Looking at the beautiful lights made me remember how Michael used to make me feel.

‘It might be easier to stay
But it’ll never be the same, no oh no
And if something doesn’t change
Then we’ll keep on sinking further’

“Hey, you wanna head out?” I heard Michael ask from behind me. I quickly dry my eyes and turn around and nod. Before I could step past him, he stood in front of me and told me that he loved me.

“Day 873,” I thought to myself as Michael and I sat quietly eating dinner.

“That was great, thank you,” he said with barely any emotion while getting up from the table

“You’re welcome.”

“Um, I’m gonna go over to Calum and Ashton’s to work on some new music. Don’t wait up.”

“Oh okay, I just thought that we could watch a movie or something.”

“Uh, yeah. We can do that tomorrow,” he said grabbing his keys.

“Yeah that’s fine. I love-” SLAM! “you.” I let out a sigh and finished my dinner alone. 

‘We’re still talking everyday
I’m running out of things to say to ya’

*Day 1076*

Today was the first day in almost a week that Michael and I have had sex. And while it was great, that’s all it was, sex. I didn’t feel love or even pleasure for that matter. At least not from him. The only reason it was great was because I pictured it was someone else. Mind you, I have never cheated on Michael, but I’m not so sure about him. I know he was doing the same thing because he didn’t look me in my eyes once. He was so distant and I didn’t know why. Truth is, I didn’t even care enough to ask. We never fight anymore, because we just don’t care.

‘We don’t know who’s wrong or right
We don’t even care enough to fight’

*Day 1095: Present Day*

We just sit on opposites sides of the couch. Trying to get a reading on each other. I’ve honestly dreaded this day, but I’ve also been waiting for it for a while. In my head, I was reminiscing on our relationship, trying to find where it went wrong. We haven’t said anything since we’ve been sitting here. Out of nowhere, he decides to break the silence.

“I feel the same way.”

“I know.”

“What do you mean you know? How do you even know what I’m talking about?”

“I know you, Michael. We used to be the same person.”

“So this is just how it ends?”

“I’ve gone over so many possible things we can try or do to rekindle what we once had, but I just can’t. You can’t possibly tell me that you’re happy.”

“I’m not, but I love you and I thought that was enough,” he said with a tear running down his face.

“Do you know what ‘I love you’ is without meaning behind it?”

“What?” he asked.

“It’s just a routine that we’ve become so accustomed to. I-it’s a pattern. It’s-it’s…”

“It’s three empty words.” When he said that, I shed multiple tears.

“Yeah. It’s three empty words.” He pulled me into a hug and lightly stroked my hair. I kissed him on the cheek while quiet tears left our eyes. I started to get off the couch when he pulled on my arms and kissed me one last time.

I tried my best to feel something and I know he did too, but there was nothing there. I knew then that it was officially time for me to leave. I get up and head towards the door and just as i start to open it, I let out a small chuckle. I turned back to Michael.

“Hey,” he looked up at me when he heard my voice.

“Happy 3 year anniversary.” He just smiled small and that was the last thing I saw before I exited the home I knew so well.

I get in my car and plug my phone into the aux chord.

‘We going through the motions
Cause we can’t fix what’s broken, no
And I know it’s gonna hurt
But darling I’ll go first
I won’t keep on saying those three empty words
We don’t have to keeping on saying those three empty words
No I can’t keep on saying those three empty words’

I could no longer hold it together.

The last three years, 1 ½ of which were perfect, just gone. The fact that we were willing to let it all go so easily meant that our “I love you’s” were just three empty words.

Arrested | Jack Gilinsky

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Um, (Y/N), I’ve got something to tell you but please don’t freak out or get mad at me,” Johnson sighed through the phone. “I’m not even going to sugar coat shit, Jack got arrested.”

I scoffed lightly. “Yeah, right. Jack did not get arrested, you’re such a liar.”

“I’m not playing, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed. “Jack accidently stole this sweater and he offered to pay the lady triple the cost but she wanted him to go to jail. He’s in handcuffs right now and they’re taking him down to the station.”

I widened my eyes in disbelief. “Oh my God, alright, I’ll be down there in a minute.”

I quickly hung up the phone and slipped on my Nike slides before grabbing my car keys and practically running out the front door. I cannot believe Jack got arrested. I mean, we all saw this coming but not for something this dumb.

I drove down to the police station, and walked into the waiting room to see Johnson standing there talking to the receptionist. “I’m telling you, he’s innocent! He really didn’t know he stole the sweater! He even offered to pay triple the regular price!” he exclaimed. “Why would he want to steal a sweater when he can easily buy one hundred without breaking a sweat?”

“Sir, we can’t do anything about your friend right now,” the lady sighed. “He has to go through questioning and there’s a lot that needs to be done. Please, be patient and when I find out any news about your friend, I will inform you immediately. Now, please, sit down and just relax. Your friend is okay.”

Johnson let out a frustrated sigh and spotted me standing in the doorway. He walked over to me and spoke, “He’s in questioning right now. We’ve been here for about twenty minutes now and there’s still no news on him. This is honestly not how I want to be spending my Tuesday afternoon.”

“What even happened?” I questioned and took a seat on one of the benches that was lined up against the wall. “How did he accidently steal a sweater?”

Johnson sighed and sat down next to me. “Jack accidently walked out with the sweater in his hands and the alarm went off. The lady came over to the door and started to yell at Jack, accusing him of stealing the sweater. He told her it was an honest mistake and he offered to pay her three times the original amount but she wasn’t having it. When we told the cops the story, they were laughing but the lady insisted on Jack going to jail.”

“Why the hell is this bitch trying to send my man to jail?” I questioned with a scoff. “He’s innocent, I know he is and I wasn’t even there to see it. She’s accusing him of stealing? Really? He couldn’t even hurt a fly if he wanted to. All I know is, they better let Jack out because he’s innocent and I don’t want to have my boyfriend go to jail for something he didn’t even do.”

Johnson placed his head in his hands. “That’s what I tried to tell her. It was an honest mistake. This is terrible! If Jack goes to jail, that means there’ll be a major setback on the album and I hate disappointing our fans. I’m not going to release All Weekend Long if Jack is in jail, I don’t care. We worked on the song together and we’re going to release it together.”

“What do we do now?”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait,” Johnson sighed and leaned his head back on the wall.

Two hours passed before we heard any news from the receptionist. About five minutes ago, she told us that Jack was done with his questioning and he should be out shortly.

I kept myself busy by going through the #FreeGilinsky and I have to admit, some of the tweets were hilarious to me. His fans are the most original and funniest people ever.

“Jack, (Y/N)!” I heard someone call from down the hall. I looked up to see Jack walking down the hallway with a wide smile on his face, holding his items in his hand. I got up from the bench and ran over to give him a hug. “I can now say that I went to jail.”

I laughed lightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Do you know how worried I was when I received the call from Johnson saying that you were arrested? At first I thought he was joking. I really thought you were going to jail and that you’d leave me behind.”

“I could never,” he laughed and shook his head. “But can we got get something to eat? I am starving, I only ate some crackers today.”

My Low Budget Cosplays aka My Closet Can Turn Me Into Fictional Characters

Alice from Syfy’s Alice Mini Series

Wendy Beauchamp from Witches of East End

Alyssa Gardner from the Splintered Book Series by A.G. Howard

Spencer Hastings as A from Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery from Pretty Little Liars

Audrey Rose Wadsworth from Stalking Jack The Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco

Coming Soon:

Sherlock Holmes (female version), John Watson (female version) and Molly Hooper because my closet is accommodating to their styles lol.

BONUS: H.G. Wells & Lenore the Lady Ghost from Poe Party

Let’s take a moment and study carefully this 2 pictures. One is the EVIDENCE photo handed in and the other is of Friday afternoon after court. This bruises do NOT match at all, how does a bruise even magically changes in just a few days? It does not make any sense. I’ve been reading lots of post about this practically subject and I’m glad its being talked about. Amber alleges that Johnny threw the phone like a “baseball pitcher” right? Think about the SPEED and strength the phone would be coming towards someone? It would easily mark you and yet at the time the cops came when this ‘alleged crime’ was made on saturday they did not see ANYTHING ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING. Now on sunday and monday miss heard has been spoted all happy and smiles with friends like nothing is even happening without a care in the world and MAGICALLY DONE her bruise is gone. No one is that fast of a healer, a very bad bruise made with such force will not heal that fast, it will take some time as do all bad bruises. And why would she want to wear makeup? She came out with this claims to make her point so why wear it. There is just to much that doesn’t make any sense from the start and do the possibility is real it just doesn’t add up, so i support johnny until the end. This is not to give negative views over abused victims, but you people forget that in the world we live in NOW where woman make up lies too and the men are Innocent, where men too can be the victim and not the abuser. Why does it have to be a woman ? Is it obligatory because thats what society has teached us since forever?

aye there.

Hello guys, I’ve just unfollowed a lots of account, so my dash is, well, dead. I’m searching for people that like and post about:

• All Time Low.
• My Chemical Romance.
• Sleeping With Sirens.
• Pierce The Veil.
• Nirvana.
• Green Day.
• Black Veil Brides.
• Simple Plan.
• Blink-182.
• The Fray.
• 5 Seconds Of Summer.
• 3 Doors Down.
• Issues.
• McFly.
• Fall Out Boy.
• Falling In Reverse.
• Three Days Grace.
• Twenty One Pilots.
• The 1975.
• Mayday Parade.
• Taylor Swift.
• Jacob Whitesides.

TV Shows:
• Pretty Little Liars.
• My Mad Fat Diary.
• How I Met Your Mother

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Have a nice day, and please remember that you are all worth it. I love you.

  • Me: *Is off Tumblr for 24 hours*
  • Tumblr: *Explodes because of new TV promos/trailers, season premieres, and revivals of certain TV shows*
  • Me: *Returns to Tumblr*
  • Me: *Sees the CHAOS everyone is going through*