my face you'll never see no more

Avenged Sevenfold {Sentence Starters}
  • "I'm scared. If I lose you... I'm not prepared.
  • "You made me this way. I am the product of your creation."
  • "Now I'm on my knees; forgive me please."
  • "I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me."
  • "A living nightmare, asleep but still aware."
  • "I wanted more for you. You can't go on this way."
  • "I came here for something and I'm not turning back."
  • "No one's innocent. So why do I feel bad?"
  • "I've been the wrong one time and time again."
  • "I don't want to leave you like this."
  • "I need this place to get away from you."
  • "I found you here, now please just stay for a while."
  • "You'll always have my support, in my heart."
  • "Nothing you say, and nothing you try, can change time."
  • "I don't want to see you in this place. Your kind is a disgrace."
  • "By the time you realize, you'll be dead too."
  • "I truly never thought it would really come to this."
  • "Never would I doubt you, but the truth kept smacking me in the face."
  • "We had something more than I can explain."
  • "I'll never feel alone again with you by my side."
  • "I tried to heal your broken heart with all that I could."
  • "You never stopped to think and you ripped us apart."
  • "I have so much to say, but you're so far away."
  • "So, this is the world you left behind."
  • "You've been there from the start for me."
  • "Don't take your aggression out on me!"
  • "So much time I've wasted, and I never thought it'd come to this."
  • "How many times have you taught and not conspired?"
  • "You'll die as you lived: in a flash of the blade."
  • "Why don't I have the finer things that others have?"
  • "I believe my sins have been forgiven."
  • "Please understand, I have to leave and carry on my own life."
  • "Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost."
  • "Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be."
  • "I won't be the victim, but the first to cast a stone."
  • "Nothing can take away the times and the memories we had."
  • "Don't walk in my direction. Turn the other way."

anonymous asked:

No matter what you do, you will NEVER be a "real man" to me, and what you did to your body is SICK!!! I would NEVER cut-up my sweet little arms to create a non-functional, counterfeit "penis," and I would NEVER consider you for a boyfriend/husband (if liked guys) because you'll always be a sad counterfeit and not a genuine XY male.

lmfao i don’t even have to meet you or see your face to know your ignorance and ugly. Lets just remember I don’t even have “balls”, but have more balls than you. I can put my story and my face to my name, can you? No, cause your a coward and decided to write me on anon. So i hate to break it to you, but i don’t really care what you think cause you will never affect or change me. You won’t anger me. You won’t make me sad. You just look ignorant and stupid. Your ignorance in 2016 is just astounding, and guess what, pretty soon your way of thinking WILL be the minority. 


  • When it was all said and done; Marinette knew Adrien was Chat Noir. An Adrien knew she was ladybug.
  • An yet as they stood before each other, so in love, so happy, the moment couldn't be more sad.
  • Marinette: When I use my Charm, we'll lose our memories.
  • Adrien nodded solemnly: I know. . .
  • Marinette: I-
  • Adrien: I will never stop puursuing you my lady. Their no one else i'd rather be with
  • Marinette clenched Adrien's hand: When- when everything is over, I'll try my hardest to remember who you are, you'll have too do the same.
  • Adrien: Even if we don't, won't it be fun to get too know each other again. I'll see you everyday, just like before
  • Marinette although a wide grin graced her face, her eyes still filled with tears: You'd like that wouldn't you, you silly cat, too tease me all over again.
  • Adrien held her hand just as tightly: Ah. You've caught me~ Princess~
  • Adrien then added: This isn't goodbye, Its merely saying hello again
  • Marinette smiled that was the final push of reassurance she needed: Miraculous!
  • Ladybug: Ah! Huh. . . get up Chat!
  • Chat Noir: Ah! Did we win?
  • Ladybug: Clearly you silly cat, but. .
  • Chat Noir: huh? Whats wrong my lady?
  • Ladybug touching her cheek: I don't know. . . . I just suddenly feel like crying. .
5SOS Preference: how he asks you out
  • Calum: You glanced over at your best friend, Calum, as he continued to fidget during the movie you two were watching. It was a rainy sunday, and he had invited you over to eat popcorn and watch old Disney movies. "Cal, are you okay?" You asked, reaching out your hand and holding his. "Yeah, sorry." He mumbled, before turning to you. "(y/n), I can't keep this in any longer. I know we're best friends and everything, but I'm in love with you. I know this is stupid, and I know you're going to say no but will you be my girlfriend?" You gasped, completely taken aback, and nodded your head. "Of course, Cal. I love you too." He grinned, gathering you into his arms.
  • Ashton (his POV): I grimaced as I saw her walk into the green room backstage of SNL. We were performing in less than half an hour, and of course I wanted her there, but seeing her beautiful face made me even more nervous. I loved her, more than anyone in the world, but I never had the balls to tell her. "Hey, Ash, nervous?" She asked, plopping herself down next to me. "Yeah, I'm afraid you'll say no." I said without thinking, and instantly covered my mouth with my hands. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Wait, what?" She said. "Fuck." I sighed, before continuing. "I'm nervous that you'll say no to this question: will you be my girl friend?" She grabbed my face in her hands, kissing me hard. "I've been waiting for you to ask forever."
  • Mikey: You grabbed Mikey's hand as you two ran from the park to your car, which was unfortunately, a mile away. It had just started down-pouring, and you two were already soaked. You laughed as he tripped, falling down into a puddle. "Oh my god Mikey, are you okay?!" You wheezed out between laughs. Without responding, Mikey pulled you down, and you immediately fell into the puddle. Laughing, he pulled you up, and you stood, almost mouth to mouth. "I..." He faltered. "(y/n), you're soaked, you're mad at me, and you look as beautiful as ever. I love you so much. Will you be my girl?"
  • Luke (his POV): I grinned stupidly at (y/n) as she danced foolishly in front of me. She had just been accepted into the college of her dreams, and couldn't be happier. She began to spin around, and soon dizzily fell into my arms. My breath stopped as I stared down at her bright eyes, her perfect face looking at mine. "Luke, I love you." She said abruptly. I furrowed my brow in shock, before leaning down and kissing her. "I've loved you forever. Will you do me the honor of going steady with me?" She laughed, before nodding. "You have such a weird way of putting it. But yes, of course." She grabbed me, pulling me back down to meet her lips again.
There Will Come A Time, You'll See (With No More Tears)

Team: Angry Face and Loud Voice

Word Count: 695

Title Inspiration: After the Storm by Mumford and Sons


Oliver opened the door to their bedroom, stepping to the side to let Felicity through, before following in her path, closing the door behind him in the process. They moved around the space in deafening silence, both wrapped up in the morose events of the past three days.

Eventually, the quiet drove her mad, and she began rambling, an incoherent string of messy thoughts.

“Maybe we should wear something not so… black to the reception. I know Laurel mentioned something about wanting a celebration of life and all of that… I mean, I know Sara is wearing black, but Sara lives in black, so that’s more of an exception than a rule. And we can’t forget the flowers; try to remember they’re on the counter, so we need to grab them before we leave.” He looked over to see her standing in front of the mirror that sat above the dresser, her hands shaking as she tried to undo the clasp of her necklace. “It was… such a nice service. Very simple, Quentin would have liked that,”

He swiftly moved in her direction as a timid cry broke from her lips, stepping behind her as her fingers continued to wrestle with the stubborn piece of jewelry. His steady hands replaced hers, which gave her the freedom to wipe the moisture from beneath her eyes. He made quick work of the basic clasp, removing the necklace from its position against her flesh, laying it gently on the dresser.

He took a moment to press his lips to the nape of her neck, feeling her exhale of air in every nerve of his body, before moving his hands to the zipper of the black formal garment. He dragged it down slowly, cautiously watching her in the mirror as she sniffled, her eyes locked onto his.

He pushed the straps from her shoulder, pressing his lips to the milky skin they revealed, before allowing the dress to drop to the ground.

It left him in just his dress pants, and her in just her slip, as his arms wound needily around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“I’m sick of it,” she mumbled, softening into his embrace, her eyes fluttering closed in complete exhaustion. “I’m sick of people dying. None of them deserve this heartache, and I just want it to stop.”

They both knew he didn’t have the words for a proper response, so instead, he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, whispering one phrase into the heartbeat beneath her skin, a truth he knew would remain unchanging through trials and tribulations.

“I love you so goddamn much,” It was fierce and insistent and everything that the moment called for. He held her like that, still in a world where time was passing too quickly, leaving no chance for consequence or remorse.

It was a trancelike state that made it difficult for them to continue on, forge on to the morbid festivities. But eventually they found the strength. He placed a final kiss to her should before untangling their hands, removing his arms from her waist. She put on a new dress and he grabbed the flowers on their way out of the apartment. They fulfilled their duties and satisfied their roles and they mourned with their friends the loss of another soldier in the messy battle that didn’t seem to have an end. They clutched their hands together tightly through the entire affair, an anchor in the somber storm, and they didn’t let go until they were back in their dark room much later, relaxing into the comfort of the stillness they both loved.

That night, they whispered secrets into the dark, imagining a future when their grievances would be few and far between, a hope that they clung to in desperation to help them heal, to help them keep going, despite the burden of loss that they would never be able to shed after all of these years, something they had accepted long ago. But that didn’t stop them from holding onto hope for the future. Because maybe if they wished for it long and hard, it might just happen.