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Sick Puppies

Black Veil Brides

Falling In Reverse

All Time Low


Fall Out Boy

Ghost Town


Metro Station

New Years Day

Motionless In White

My Chemical Romance

Pierce The Veil


Red Handed Denial


Set It Off

Sleeping With Sirens

Tonight Alive

Twenty One Pilots

So I didn’t watch the APMAs. Here is what I’ve gathered from the wonderful people I follow here on Tumblr:

-Jack made out with someone’s grandma

-twenty one pilots won everything and people are angry

-more shade was thrown at Trace Cyrus

-the audio didn’t break this year!

-the maine wore leopard print suits

-Jack built a wall in front of Metro Station’s dressing room

-Jack was drunk

-Jack won the presidency

-basically Jack stole the show and everyone went along with it

On My Way

Aaron glanced down at his phone as it vibrated for the tenth time. Not recognizing the number he hit, ignore paying attention to Garcia and the case she was presenting.

There was a knock on the conference room door, clinching his jaw at the disruption, he pulled the door open.

Anderson was standing at the door, looking down he saw Jack at his side. Panic filled his soul, stepping out into the hall, he picked up his son.

“Sir, the Metro P.D. brought Jack in..”

“Dad, we were at the zoo and (Y/N) passed out. They took her to the hospital, and brought me here.”

“She’s at Washington University Hospital, Sir.” Anderson told him.

Grabbing his phone, he called the number that had been calling him. His heart beating out of control. “This is SSA Aaron Hotchner, my wife is a patient in your ER.”

They wouldn’t tell him anything, except that she was there. He rushed inside the conference room, telling the others what was happening.

One his way out, his phone rang, seeing it was (Y/N)’s number. He answered the call. “What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“Do you have Jack?”

“Yes. I’m on my way to you.”

“I’m fine, I’m going to take a cab back to the…”

“Stay where you are..”

“Aaron, I’m fine…I’ll see you at home.”

“Damn it (Y/N) Hotchner!”


Aaron rushed into the ER, Jack running along his side. He was ushered into the exam room.

He felt relief at seeing his wife laying on the gurney. The lights were dimmed, her eyes closed, he went to her side. Taking her hand, he leaned down kissing her forehead.

She opened her eyes, smiling at him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” He watched as she put the call light on. The nurse walked in. “We’re ready.”

“What’s going on? Did the doctor say what’s wrong?”

She smiled again. “Yes, just sit down.” The doctor came in, pushing an ultrasound machine.

Aaron’s heartbeat picked up, as he sit down, a smile on his face. Looking at the screen, his eyes filled with tears. “We’re having a baby?”

“No, not a baby…”

His his clouded up with confusion. “What’s going on then?”

She smiled at him. “We’re having babies…twins.”

The doctor smiled. “Your wife is about ten weeks, both babies look healthy.” He looked at (Y/N), I want you to take it easy the rest of the day. Drink fluids, your slightly dehydrated.“

He left the room. "I love you.” Aaron’s hands covered his wife’s stomach.

“I love you too.” She smiled up at him.

Metro, Jack Russell Terrier/Basset Hound mix (5 y/o), Union Square, New York, NY • “He’s a rescue from a crack house – he got a new lease on life. His New Year’s resolution is to chase fewer squirrels.”


What’s that, Trace Cyrus? I couldn’t hear you over All Time Low’s success. I’m just listening to all their top hits, the ones from each of their albums. I’m not seeing any new hits from Metro Station though. Is that a glitch? Have they really been irrelevant since 2007? Guess so. Maybe once ATL are done polishing their awards, they could offer some career advice to Trace.