little numbers - BOY
running - b. miles
make you mine - public
heart out - the 1975
pink skies - LANY
celeste - ezra vine
UGH! - the 1975
seeing stars - borns
what you mean to me - montaigne
melting - kali uchis
her - eery
all that and more (sailboat) - rainbow kitten suprise
you already know - bombay bicycle club
one of one - duendita
affection - cigarettes after sex
*I’m not adding a member into the mix cuz I feel like naturally, the boys would respect each other and not date their members’ sister. Especially if she’s underage hahaha.
“Yah! Where are you!” Hoseok calls out to his sister.
He had to struggle with the keys while balancing out the weight of the takeout food and the paper bag full of signed BTS albums. His parents had gone out to run errands and had insisted he paid a visit to his sister, worried that she might be alone for too long. Being the concerned brother that he was, he bought takeout and brought the stack of albums that he’s been meaning to present to her. The sound of booming music brought him to her door.
He swings the door open as he complains, “Why is your music so loud?! I c-”
Right before his eyes, he sees his innocent little sister with her legs swung over a boy’s lap. His eyes catch their interlocked lips and all he could do was scream in horror. “What the fuck!”
You had just finished up one hell of a hunt, and were heading to meet the boys. The three of you had gone in the different directions, not knowing which way the werewolf went. It was either that, or all go in one direction- and hope no one got hurt.
Groaning, you stretched your back. You hadn’t been the one to deal with it, Dean had. He’d texted both you and Sam with details.
“Hey.” Dean panted, still trying to catch his breath from his ‘work out’ with the werewolf.
You gave him a smile as you neared. “You okay?” You asked. While you’d been dating Dean for a few months, one rule was that while out in the field during hunts, you acted like hunting partners. So far, it had worked well.
Tonight, Dean wasn’t having that. He pulled you into a hug, holding you close. “I am now.”
“Ew! You’re all sweaty!” You laughed, playfully trying to push him away. He kissed all over your face, making it worse. “Let’s get back so you can shower!”
Sam’s laughter alerted you to his arrival. “Need a moment?” He grinned.
<b>Most Fangirls:</b> Holy shit she is so lucky to be dating him! I wish I could be her...<p/><b>My Gay Ass:</b> UUUUUGH YOU LUCKY BASTARD YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS REALLY FUNNY AND GORGEOUS FUCK WHY DO ALL THESE LEAD SINGERS GET TO HAVE HOT GIRLFRIENDS AND NOT ME????
If You're Constantly Shitting On Fall Out Boy's New Sound Guess What?
You’re not a real fan! 👍🏼I’m just so tired of hearing people saying things like “I wish they would go back to their old sound.” Guess what buddy their “old sound” is not only out-dated for this time period in music, but is almost impossible to go back to. That is unless you want Pete (and Patrick if you wanna get really specific) to go back to being extremely mentally ill and/or near suicidal. Literally the only reason their old stuff is different than their new stuff is because Pete isn’t in such a fucked up place anymore and because FOB as a band has grown up. So far, and from my understanding, M A N I A is seemingly a collection of songs about how they’re grown up and much better versions of themselves, but you want IoH, an album that is described simply as melancholy (literally featuring songs about Pete’s suicide attempt) you want FUTCT an album with an angsty sound and vibe to it, you want TttYG an album written by teenagers. You’re saying you hate M A N I A now, but I guarantee you’re gonna treat it like Folie 2.0 in the future. I mean I love pre-hiatus FOB, my favorite album is TttYG, and if FOB really wanted they could keep jerking off to FUtCT-esque albums for the rest of what would make their sorry careers and you so called fans happy, but they don’t, because that actually would make them sell outs. Experimenting with their music because it’s their band and their music, doesn’t make them sell outs. Long story short instead of hating on them every time they release a single how about you just accept you’re a fake fan, and you’re only really a fan of their more rock sounding albums and quit ruing it for the rest of us real fans.
When they told him that his eyesight could not be restored, he already knew that anyway. His wound was still fresh and painful, and yet he’d already grown tired of the entirety of darkness. Kanan started to meditate, alone, to try and come to terms with his new disability.
That person kept visiting him. He brought Kanan food and water every day and tried to apologize, his voice breaking with every word he spoke. Kanan could tell that he was close to tears.
Kanan sent him away the first time, knowing that he was in the wrong. But it became easier the more he’d kept at it. It was silent treatment.
Visits from the boy quickly dwindled as days turned into weeks. They’d lost all contact before weeks turned into months. Their force bond thinned.
The boy’s call for aid didn’t go unanswered when his life was threatened. Kanan was thankful for the boy who pulled him out of his shell, twice to date.
Kanan could only rely on memories to see what his family once was and not what they are now. He’d been told that the boy no longer have hairlocks, and have had his hair trimmed right back. He could hear his voice a little higher off the ground thanks to his growth spurt, and his voice breaks a little more due to puberty.
He tried to picture what the boy looks like now. He couldn’t.
Kanan will never get back what could’ve been, for all the happy memories that he wishes he’d created with his eyes.
Every time Kanan focused in the direction of his Padawan, all he could see is a child that he’d last looked upon before it happened.
No, not quite. He realized that after Malachor, Ezra was just as vulnerable as he was when Kanan embraced him back in Ryder’s camp. His actions in the last few months drove his Padawan back into that situation.
Okay so this randomly came to me when i was reading @jonahbex RANT and now i just have to say it. So A lot of people talk about Jonah having a bad home life. There’s a study that shows that children date peoole that remind them of there parents, it’s like a subconscious thing, they feel like this human is the person they should date and love cause they love there parents. I think Jonah only dated Amber because she reminds him of his parents. I think Jonah parents are abusive. Also theres like one episode left of Andi Mack I have no hope for the Cyrus gay plot I guess Disney hasnt gotten to that yet, but on the bright side, it shows little boys out there that they can be ‘feminine’ and its okay. So yeah idk please tell me what you guys think.
We are asking volunteers going to each tour date to print and cut our templates out on purple paper. We’ll be passing them out at each tour date and asking people to hold the cutout up to their phone flashlight during Young and Menace. This will make the light purple, thus giving the arena a purple “glow”.
Why are we doing this? FOB has helped so many people over the last 14 years. I have personally heard so many stories of how they have touched people’s lives. They are so much more than our favorite band. This is just a small way that we can give something back. To say thank you for always being there.
If you’re interested in helping out, please send us a message! We still need help for just about every date!
i came out as trans to my school and like some boy asked "hey can i ask a question" and im like "if you ask me whats between my legs ill punch you in the face" and he said "dont worry" so i said "okay ask away" and he asked "would you date guys now?" and i replied "im a lesbian"
Tag yourself I’m you shooting guys down bc you’re a lesbian (also I’ll punch anyone who asks what’s between your legs)
Juice had always been this happy upbeat person. That’s what attracted me to the man. He has the brightest smile and the most beautiful brown eyes.
So a couple years later after dating him, He asked me to be his old lady. The years pass by, we get married. He gave me the perfect wedding and the most beautiful vows which included the famous line every Samcro wedding had. “I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my harley.”
Three years later, i found out i was pregnant. We are having twins. Boy and a girl. Both of our dreams are coming true. It didn’t take long for that to come crashing down though. ATF Agents had started to snoop around and put Juice even more on edge. He wasn’t the same man anymore. He became distant.
I knew it wasn’t always gonna be easy at all. I know there would be problems along the way. So when i found out, Juice tried to hang himself with everything going on. It scared me i couldn’t loose the man i loved.
When Juice walked through the door, i walked up to him and grabbed his face and kissed him. He pulled back at first and just looked confused “What was that for babe?”
“I love you Juice, We love you. Our twins don’t need to loose their daddy.”
“Yes Juice i know. Chibs called me, He told me.”
“Why did you do this or much less try Juice, are we not enough anymore?”
“It’s not that Layla. It’s ATF agents sniffing everywhere. The damn cop harassing me. It’s beginning to be too much. Every where i turn i’m in some shit hole.”
“You aren’t though Juice, it’s hard now i know baby but we always make it. Don’t we?”
Juice looks up at you and nods his head in agreement. “We always make it baby.”
“So be that tough sexy man i know Juicy. Be that strong perfect man i married. You can have the emotions baby but don’t let this shit bring you down baby.”
“I love you Layla.”
“I love you Juicy.”
Club shit got worse before it got better it always did but my life with Juice was always getting better. He struggled he always did.
At the end of the day, me and Juice made each other stronger.
Alright, so I'm a 5'3, 15 year old, trans dude. I'm dyeing my hair red soon and I'm a wannabe punk. Fall Out Boy owns my ass and I like to write, draw, and play guitar. For a date, I would probably want to go stargazing while I write crappy poetry about you and draw crappy doodles of you. Or just skype until 6 am idk
OH MY GOD !!!!!!!! U SOUND LIKE A DREAM!!! PLS MESSAGE ME !!!!!! PLSPLSLLSLS