just sit back and relapse again

Bookstore Shennanigans (Brendon Urie X Reader)

Had this on my evernote a while back. Bit crappy, but I guess you’d enjoy..?

If you don’t find me lame and you hope for more, send a request.

Dear Julianne and Martina, don’t laugh at me

Pairing: Brendon Urie and Reader

You paced the aisles of the music store that was conncted to the bookstore. Your headphones were connected to the iPad you had in your backpack, so you can listen to music. Well, Panic! At The Disco to be exact. Why you had an iPad with you? Your parents won’t let you buy an iPhone, let alone buy your own phone. You were stuck with the ones your sisters passed down, and it does nothing but send messages to friends who won’t message back during summer.

You browsed through each stack on CDs, hunting down the album you were listening to now. At this time, nobody’s really around in the store. With the song Camisado on, you started nodding your head to the beat.

“Can’t take the kid from the fight,
Take the fight from the kid,” you sang and started busting some moves, doing some punches.

“Sit back relax,
Sit back, relapse again- PA PA PA LOOO~” You stopped, slumped, then repeated your actions till you raised the roof.

You spinned on the heels of your feet, then walked forward. You walked straight straight into a tall man.

“Oh shit! Sorry,” You removed your headphones and moved backwards to look at the man.“NO SHIT ITS YOU!”

Brendon Urie laughed. “It’s fine! I saw you dancing to one of Panic’s songs. You were really good!”

You blushed, internally screaming and dying inside. “Huh? Oh that? I was messing around and I- OH MY GOD CAN I JUST HAVE A MOMENT? I JUST BUMPED STRAIGHT INTO BRENDON FUCKING URIE AND I AM HAVING A MELTDOWN. HOLY SMOKES.”

Brendon smiled, making you die even more.

“Can I hug you? To, um, make sure you’re real? Then have a picture or thousands to have my friends kill me?”  you laughed nervously. “Haha, but I’m already dead so..”

“Yea sure! Normally, fangirls would play it cool when they meet me or the band, but you- you’re really excited and shit.” Brendon said.

“Well, you make my entire life. I sing your songs every single day, practically annoying the hell out of my sisters. Heck, I run a tumblr blog about you!” You spilled.

You brought out the IPad, a picture of a derpy Brendon popping up as your lock screen. You stopped the album of A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out playing then turned on the camera. You and Brendon took pictures; smiling ones, funny ones, and scary looking ones. One of which, shocked you; he kissed your cheek. After placing back the iPad in your bag, you hugged Brendon tight.

“Thank you so much!” You squealed.

“Wait, I didn’t get the young lady’s name!”

“It’s Y/N L/N”

“Will I be seeing this lady at the concert tonight?” He asked.

“You will have to find me in the crowd then.” You giggled.

You walked around the store with Brendon, eventually going down to the bookstore,  mocking some book covers, telling him about your life. He told you stories about the tour, Dallon being an idiot sometimes. He gave you a backstage pass that he had with him and you stayed around till he had to go back to wherever the band practices.

“Fun meeting you, Y/N. Hopefully I will see you again tonight. I mean like, you’re fun to be with.”

You and Brendon said goodbye to each other and he left the bookstore. Goodness, you couldn’t wait till the concert.

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Camisado - Panic! At The Disco

Trigger Warnings: Physical Abuse

Genre: Alt/Indie

Lyrics:

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Old habits die hard. And it’s true, I’m sitting here and I feel hungry, for once in a long time I feel like eating again, but yet I sit here and when I do get up, I’ll only drink some juice til this feeling is gone again. The first day passes without a notice, the second day just the same, the third day things start to get shaky, the fourth day and now my visions getting blurry. I’ve fallen back into the loop. The endless cycle til one day it’s too much.
—  First version of an old habit
Malfoy Howler [Part 1]

Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n is Draco’s older sister and y/n’s father is being awful to them and Fred comforts them? Thanks

Just finished watching Mulan for the first time and this gave me massive “dishonour your family” vibes so HERE WE GO

And yes this Imagine is also about six months old you are free to refer to me as Garbage™

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“Come on now, e’rybody hop on!” a man at least 8ft tall called out from Platform 9 ¾.

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express echoed as everyone clambered on board.

You saw all the last minute kisses and goodbyes from all the parents to their kids. Your parents weren’t there. You hadn’t expected them to anyway. To be quite honest, you were happy to be leaving home and starting your Wizarding future without them.

“Don’t congratulate an owl for flying” your dad had said to you when you received your Hogwarts letter.

You found an empty carriage and place your luggage in the overhead compartment. You were glad that you were older than Draco and his slime ball friends Vincent and Greg, meaning that you would be able to spend the next two years without them.

You take a seat closest to the window and watch the station slowly pass out of view. No more England, no more disappointment, no more Malfoy’s.

“Anyone sitting here?” tow voices say in unison. You see two identical redhead boys standing in the doorway, two suitcases in their hands,

“Nope, just me” you smiled,

“Your first year too?” one of them asked,

“Yeah, bit nerve racking, hey?” you reply with a weak smile,

“Well I’m George and this is Fred” he says pointing to himself and then his brother, “Fred and George Weasley”,

Oh God, they’re Weasley’s. Your Dad always came home from the ministry saying awful things about a man named Weasley. He spoke about his messy red hair, his old tattered clothes, too many children to count and how better off we were than they could ever be. If he found out…

“I’m the better looking one, clearly” the one named Fred said to you with a wink, to which you responded with another nervous laugh,

“And who might you be?” George asked,

“I’m Y/n, Y/n Ma—“ you stopped yourself, “Just Y/n”.

“Well Y/n, don’t you worry about your first year at Hogwarts—“

“It’ll be a blast” they said in turn,

“Three of our brothers have already gone here, and they all survived relatively well” George said.

As you were just getting the conversation to roll, a rather hideous boy opened the door of your carriage, you recognised him from one of your family’s parties as one of the boys from the Flint family,

“What are you two Weazlebees doing talking to her” he asked showing his gross smile, “She’s a Malfoy, you have no place talking to her!”

The two boys looked at you wide eyed, while you gave an apologetic look, but before you could say anything they had left the compartment, leaving you with Marcus.

—— Sorting Ceremony ——

Hufflepuff! The sorting hat cried, as a tall boy named Cedric sat smiling on the stool at the front of the Great Hall.

One by one, Professor McGonagall  read out the names in alphabetical order,

“Mable… Mack… Macalister… Malfoy”. It was your turn to be sorted.

You slowly pushed past the people in the front and walked up to the stool, where McGonagall stood waiting with the old hat in her hands.

“Ahhhhh, yes… finally we see a Malfoy” the hat spoke. You could see people on the Slytherin table beginning to cheer,

“But alas, you are not like your mother or father… No, not at all…” the hat said, causing small chatter of confusion from the Slytherins,

“You have a kind heart… You do not judge others from what I see… You are loyal… clever… brave”, now the table on the other side of the hall began to chatter as well,

“I know exactly what to do with you, Y/n… GRYFFINDOR!”

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Song: Camisado
Artist: Panic! at the Disco
Written by: Brendon Urie, Brent Wilson, George Ross, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith

The I.V. and your hospital bed… This was no accident; this was a therapeutic chain of events.

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor.
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital and it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal.
The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in.
No, it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal.

Just sit back (just sit back), sit back, relax. Just sit back (just sit back), sit back, relapse again (again).
Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid.
Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid.
Just sit back (just sit back).

You’re a regular decorated emergency. You’re a regular decorated emergency.

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor.
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital and it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal.
The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in.
No, it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, and it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal. We deal. 

Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid.
Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
Can’t take the kid from the fight, but take the fight from the kid.
Just sit back (just sit back), sit back (sit back), relapse (relapse), sit back (sit back).
You can take the kid out of the fight.

You’re a regular decorated emergency.
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake.
You’ve earned a place atop the ICU’s hall of fame.
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again.
You’re a regular decorated emergency.
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake.
You’ve earned a place atop the ICU’s hall of fame.
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again. 

Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid.
Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid.
Just sit back (just sit back). Sit back (sit back). Relapse (relapse). Sit back (sit back).
You can take the kid out of the fight.


The I.V. and your hospital bed… This was no accident; this was a therapeutic chain of events.


  • camisado (n.)a surprise attack occurring at night, or at daybreak, when the enemy is/are supposed to be asleep.
  • Ryan Ross wrote this about his dad’s battle with alcoholism. 
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*Requested* Imagine the reader is recovering from self harm and depression but has a relapse and Kol helps the reader through it.

( This is for all those who don’t think they are worth it, but in reality you are. I didn´t experienced this myself, but I had some people around me who went through this. Also, if you ever need someone to talk to, I´m here for you no matter what. Just remember: It´s okay not to be okay. Have Hope. I love you guys)

Warnings: Self- harm triggers and mentionings ( If you are not comfortable with this please DO NOT read)

Word count: 857

Your name: submit What is this?


It just sort of happened. You couldn’t stop the relapse from happening. You feel completely under control of the blade as you slide it over you skin after so much time fighting it. You stare at the bloody line for what feels like ages, until you are bringing the blade near your skin once again. You can´t barely see because your tears are blurring your sight, so you don´t notice that someone came into your room.

Kol: “Y/N?”

He walks over to you and sits down on the bed. He closes his hand around the blade, slowly taking it away from you, as he holds softly the hair out of you face. You told Kol about your struggles in the past and he supports you in everything you do, trying to prevent you from relapsing again.

Kol: “Y/N darling you want to tell me what happened?”

Y/N: “It´s just.. I don´t know what happened. All of the sudden I just felt this tingling feeling, telling me to start again”

You look up at the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears which are continuously falling from your eyes, but they continue oozing out of your eyes.

Y/N: “I just feel like I´m broken beyond repair and there´s nothing I can do about it.”

Your voice shakes as you speak while you look at the scars on your wrist from the past.

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Debunking a Few of The Common Complaints about a Makorra Romantic Return Being More Natural Than Korrasami (An In-Depth Analysis)

Pretty much a self-explanatory title even if not the catchiest. I’ve been mostly staying out of all the Korrasami/Makorra drama because I really don’t think it should be this serious, and I’m just more interested in talking about the other aspects of ATLA/TLoK aside from shipping. But I can’t ignore some of what I’m seeing here any longer because it’s flooding my dash and the tags that I’m tracking which I’m probably going to stop tracking after this post because it’s getting quite tiresome.

While I’m not saying that Korrasami as presented was the be-all-end-all of romantic plot lines (because it wasn’t) and that I don’t have some critiques of both Korrasami and the finale in general (more on that later), it still was obvious in the latter two seasons that Korra was growing closer and closer to Asami rather than Mako and that a Makorra romantic relapse wasn’t happening.

Before I go any further, I need to firmly point out that this post is not directed at Makorra shippers in general (just these few salty irrational Mako/Makorra stans I’ve come across. You know exactly who you are).

Even if I don’t personally agree with the ship (romantically I mean. I do love Mako and Korra as a botp), I do think that people have the right to ship whatever they want without their tags being flooded with hate and ridicule (which some Korrasami shippers have been guilty of as well) which is why I always attempt to tag things appropriately in general and I’m undercutting (just in case Tumblr decides to be stupid again with the tags anyway) because it’s going to be a bit long so strap in folks and get ready.

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Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax 
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again 

Can’t take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid 
Sit back, relax 
Sit back, relapse again 
Can’t take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back 

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2:00 A.M. (part four) 

(part one, part two, part three also on FFN)

Captain Swan, Modern AU.

Emma needs a date to combat her well-meaning mother’s constant questions after her love life, but she is not willing to commit to a relationship that could end in shambles. An ad on craigslist featuring a too-hot-to-be-real guy offering platonic dates in exchange for storytelling is an attractive offer to the nearly-broke Emma—one that she finds unable to refuse.

So many thanks to everyone reading this.  All the sweet messages and kind words are everything to me! I hope you continue to enjoy.

Also, my stellar beta Lanni made me this fabulous header that is so perfect it kind of makes me wanna cry.

Oh, and here’s the song that is referenced later on in the chapter.

The last thing she wants to do is go out to some dank new bar tonight but she is nearly humorously broke and needs at least something more than charming smiles to pay her landlord this month. It isn’t the first time that she has considered her mother’s desperate pleas for her to get a real job, something stable that she can count on and plan around past the next stinking bar.

But her band has been through the roughest of times and is now on that imperative brink resting somewhere between success and plummeting failure- they stand crookedly on the most vital precipice of every band’s lifespan. Even if she’s only the highly replaceable bassist, she cannot imagine abandoning the boys now and not enjoying the prospers of the years of their sweat and blood.

It is nearly six and she has pined the entire day away drinking entirely too much coffee and watching Christmas movies that are beginning to take over every channel of her television. Graham has called her no less than five times and Jefferson at least once before she forces her eyes upon the dark case of her instrument, set sloppily against the wall where she’d dropped it two nights ago after a familiar promise to herself that she would go find a real job the next day. That she’d sell the bass, grow up and move on.

She is 26, damnit.

She is too old to still be calling the shaky gigs employment.

But the thought of leaving and changing and growing is ridiculous, really, because even Neal knew she is utterly incapable of accepting change.

She gets up to start another pot of coffee, and in the same moment a heavy knock beats at the door. She eyes it warily a moment before turning to the kitchen anyway.

“Emma, I know you’re in there,” Graham’s voice is muffled through the door, but unmistakable. “I can hear your television.”

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Yesterday at 4 o'clock I decided to run away to see my boyfriend for Valentine’s Day. It’s a 7 hour drive/ 300 miles and he had no idea I was coming. I told him that I sent him a letter so when he went outside to get it, I was there waiting for him. I wish I had recorded his reaction, but it was -6 degrees F and I just wanted to get the heck inside! He saw me and did a double take and then ran to me and started crying and I could feel him shaking.

When we sleep, he sometimes squeezes me in a little tighter without even noticing it. Now I’m sitting on his bed while he’s at class and I feel so at home. My own house doesn’t bring this kind of comfort.. Just the opposite actually.

The past 4 days I’ve really relapsed into my depression and I couldn’t go an hour without crying hysterically. My eyes are still red, but they stopped stinging and my throat doesn’t ache from holding back tears. I’m actually tearing up writing this because I didn’t think I would ever get that depressed again. It just hit me so suddenly as the temperature dropped from 30 to 0.

But within that past week, I also decided to change my life around. I am not happy being blind. And sometimes shedding the ignorance is painful and you feel the hurt of the earth, but I am too fortunate to not take advantage of the good I can do. I have a home and clean water, but so many people do not. I will live my life for those people and for this earth because they are me and I am them. The concept of oneness is something that makes complete sense to me. There is no such thing as life before your existence and after the completion of your existence.. Energy can never be destroyed. Your life energy will stay in this universe for eternity, so make it vibrate love.

Thank you for being a huge part of my journey. So much love xx