pierce hall

that lyric that everybody knows
  • fall out boy: baby, seasons change but people don't
  • my chemical romance: G, F#, B, E, D, G, C, B, E, A, D
  • pierce the veil: darling, you'll be okay
  • green day: *guitar noises* don't wanna be an american idiot
  • blink-182: i miss you, miss youuuuu, i miss you, miss youuuuu, i mi
  • panic! at the disco: hAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR

Ladies and gentlemen, won’t you please give your applause to the one and only Jerome Valeska?

OneRepublic - Everybody Loves Me
Halsey - Castle
Melanie Martinez - Milk and Cookies
The Pierces - Secret
My Chemical Romance - Teenagers
Set It Off - Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing (feat. William Beckett)
Panic! At The Disco - Emperor’s New Clothes
Mindless Self Indulgence - Lights Out
Imagine Dragons - I’m So Sorry
Melanie Martinez - Dead To Me
My Chemical Romance - Blood
Panic! At The Disco - Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time
Tally Hall - Turn The Lights Off

[PLAYLIST]

[I'm On Fire] - Part 1

Jeffrey x Reader

[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.

Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)

gif by @mypapawinchester

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“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”

Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”

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  • Peasant: *disses one of my favorite YouTubers*
  • Me: *hates on them silently*
  • Peasant: *hates on one of my favorite bands*
  • Me: *plots their murder*
  • Peasant: *insults any of my fandoms a third time*
  • Me: I will eat your firstborn child.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a fic where there's a school shooting and betty gets shot

This angst though
******

Betty slammed a hand over Veronica’s mouth, her fingers shaking as she pushed herself against the wall.

“Don’t speak” she whispered through gritted teeth, Veronica’s tears falling freely down Betty’s arms.

A shot rang through the halls and Betty swallowed the sick that was threatening to creep up, removing her hand from Veronica’s, she laced her fingers through her best friends hand and squeezed as they both stared at the ceiling. The door to the chemistry lab slammed open abruptly causing Betty and Veronica to whip around to face whatever was coming towards them.

“Archie.” Veronica whimpered, running towards the red headed boy.

Jughead stood behind Archie, shoving him aside, his shoulders slumping in relief when he caught Betty’s bright green eyes.

“Bets.” He whispered from his spot by the door.

That’s all it took before she was dropping into his arms, tears staining his red flannel as she squeezed him against her, his grip so tight on her shoulders she knew she would have bruises.

“What’s happening.” She asked, looking up into her boyfriends stormy eyes, Jughead shook his head.

“I don’t know, someone has a gun.. someone.. it’s a nightmare bets.” He shuddered at what he had just seen as he ran through the halls.

Heavy footsteps sounded from outside the door and Jughead grabbed Betty’s arms flinging her out of view and signaling at Archie to get down.

The booming voice echoed through the halls, piercing into the classroom the four teens were in.

“Ethel Muggs, I’ve been looking for you.”

Veronica gasped
“That’s..”

Archie squeezed her tighter
“Dilton Doiley”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Do you see what’s happened here? Do you see what happens when you reject someone, do you see what happens when you don’t give someone a chance. You broke my heart, now I’m gonna stop yours.” It didn’t even sound like Dilton, it was something much more dangerous, something vile.

Before Jughead even knew what was happening Betty had ripped herself out of his grasp and was heading for the door

“Betty! No!” Jughead cried helplessly, his hands coming out to reach for her as she slammed out the door.

Betty stood before Dilton with shaky knees, moving to stand directly in front of Ethel.

“Dilton.. you.. you don’t have to do this”

The small boys eyes widened at the scene before him

“Betty, go back inside. I don’t want to hurt you, you’ve always been so nice to me.” He waved the gun around frantically.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, you can just…”

She was cut off by the sound of a crushing pop, her vision going black as she dropped the floor on her knees, clutching her side.

She vaguely heard Dilton in the back ground
“I didn’t mean to! It just went off!” He rambled.

Suddenly someone had her in their arms, long fingers pressing heavily into her side, she glanced up to see Archie pinning Dilton to the ground and Veronica screaming into her cellphone, her vision was obscured by familiar blue eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake Juliet. Do not leave me.” The shaky voiced boy cried, tears dripping onto her skin.

She was dying.

everything was fading, the pain was blinding and when she opened her mouth to speak it felt like she was swallowing gallons of water.

“Juggie..” she choked out.

“Don’t talk” he begged “Betty please.. stay with me.. you can’t..”

The paramedics rushed in, pushing Jughead aside and hoisting Betty up.

Veronica raced behind them, “I’ll ride in the ambulance with her. Call Betty’s family, I’ll meet you at the hospital”.

Jughead stood in the middle of the hallway, his hands covered in the love of his life’s blood. Archie clapped a hand to his shoulder

“Come on, she needs you.”

****

Hours, it was hours of waiting and waiting.. and waiting. Finally the doctor came through the doors, Jughead jumped forward followed by Alice and Hal as Archie woke up with a start, Veronica pulling him to his feet.

“She’s stable, she’s going to be okay, we managed to remove the bullet.”

Alice collapsed in tears of relief, Hal holding his wife up, smiling as he cried.

“She’s asking for someone named Jughead?” Before the doctor was able to finish his sentence, Jughead was scrambling past the nurses and slamming into Betty’s hospital room.

He stood before her, staring down at the beautiful blonde, connected to tubes and looking incredibly small and frail.

“Juggie” she smiled tiredly

He dropped to his knees by her bedside, clutching her tiny hand

“I thought I lost you.”

She shook her head.

“I thought I lost you, I saw you die” he continued
“ don’t ever do that again okay? You can’t do that to me I love you”

She lifted her hand to his cheek
“ okay juggie”

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead to hers

“I love you”

He breathed gently on her face
“Always”

  • Dexter: You were a teenaged girl, right? How do I deal with Astor?
  • Lumen Pierce: Try talking to her.
  • Dexter: Last time I did that, she said she hated me and moved to Orlando.
  • Lumen Pierce: Well, now you get a second chance. Share something with her, what you did when you were her age?
  • Dexter: I killed the neighbor's dog.
  • Lumen Pierce: Well, don't tell her that.
Riding Out the Storm

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap the willy before you get silly,) some fluff

Summary: When a thunderstorm occurs, the reader finds herself needing to wake Bucky from a nightmare and comfort him.

The lightning lit up your bedroom, high in the Avengers tower. Soon after, thunder crashed. You smiled, wanting to get up and look out the window, but not wanting to leave the comfort of your beautiful bed. 

You had always loved thunderstorms, the way they reminded you of home, the way the sound of rain pitter-pattering on the roof could lull you to sleep. But you knew you were one of the only ones in the tower to feel this way. 

Steve, like you, loved the sound of thunder, and he could always be found by a window when they occurred. 

Nat was indifferent to them, as was Tony. Only if it interrupted their work would they show feelings about storms.

Bruce hated storms. He hated the way each flash of light and boom of thunder made him feel as if the Hulk would come out at the slightest unexpected touch. He always cocooned in his room with his zen music as loud as possible at the first sign of thunder. 

Clint only hated lightning, as the bright flashes of light would hurt his enhanced eyes. You really couldn’t blame him on that one.

And then there was Bucky. 

You could count on Bucky having some sort of horrific nightmare whenever a storm was going on. You’d find yourself in the middle of the night, loving the sound of rain and thunder until the screams from across the hall pierced through. Until you knew what was happening.

And then you would get out of bed, over-sized t-shirt just covering your underwear. Steve would be waiting outside your door, ready. You two were a tag team. Steve would stop Bucky from accidentally hurting you while you woke him up. Once this was done, you were left alone with Bucky to ride out the rest of the storm. 

But tonight, as you got up and left your room, Steve was not there. Confusion swirled through your mind before you remembered he was with Sharon tonight. You’d have to brave this alone.

You stealthily entered his room, closing the door behind you. His bare chest was covered in a sheen of sweat, while his hair was matted down, sticking to his forehead and the pillow below. Both hands clenched the sheets beneath him as he thrashed around. 

“Buck,” you reached out a hand tentatively, not knowing how to go about this without Steve. You weren’t strong, nor quick, enough to wake Bucky up without getting hurt. You had tried before, walking away with a concussion and lots of apologies from Bucky the next day. 

You hesitated, not wanting to feel that embarrassment again, but seeing Bucky as he was, you felt your heart break. As Bucky cried out in pain, you couldn’t be held back by fear.

“Buck!” You reached out your hand and put it on his forehead, brushing the hair from his face. He flinched away from you, his metal arm almost knocking you away in the process. You dodged just in time and let out a surprised squeak.

Collecting yourself, you decided to get creative. You couldn’t let him continue on the way he was. You sighed, reaching inside to awaken the powers you had been hired to use so long ago. The winds outside the window sped up and grew louder, and louder again. You brought the wind inside through the only cracked window. 

You rose into the air as it circled around you, whipping the sheets up around Bucky’s flailing form. You made the wind circle around Bucky’s body, attempting to wake him and lifting him up. You did this as he continued to be wracked by the nightmare. 

As Bucky cried out again, you felt his anguish, his agony, rip through you. At this, the wind whipped Bucky’s hair before dropping him back on the bed. Seconds later, his eyes flew open.

“(Y/N),” he breathed out upon seeing you. Your winds died down and let you back down onto the floor. “what did you–?”

You rushed to him, needing to make sure he was okay.

“Bucky, are you alright?” You tripped, not nearly as elegant on the ground as in the air. You found yourself falling onto the bed, your face landing just inches next to Bucky’s.

“Yeah,” he breathed, unable to look away from your (e/c) eyes as they stared into his breath-taking icy ones. Before you knew what was happening, he pressed his lips to yours. His metal arm snaked around your waist as his flesh hand tangled in your hair.

When finally you both came up for air, Bucky flipped you over so his broad form was hovering above you. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he planted sweet kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, then back to your lips.

“And it only took a thunderstorm,” you smiled at him. As if to emphasize your words, lightning flashed in the room, illuminating Bucky’s face above you. You reached up and pulled him back down to you, lips locking. 

His tongue traced your bottom lip, and you sucked on his, causing him to moan. He put his weight on his metal arm as his flesh hand moved down and underneath your shirt, his eyes never leaving yours.

He palmed and massaged your breast as his lips went to your neck, nipping. You moaned and grasped at his back, nails digging in. You shifted, tugging your shirt up and arching your back, making it easier for him to remove it. 

Without the barrier, Bucky leaned down, pressing his bare chest to yours as he moved his hand to your core. His fingers came in contact with your wet undies and, pushing them aside, slipped a finger into you. 

You gasped, tugging at his back, needing more of him.

“Bucky, more,” you could barely muster the focus to get the words from your mouth. You needed him, and you knew that you had for such a long time, since you had first helped him with the nightmares. 

He sucked at your collarbone, eliciting a moan from you. His name on your lips, you begged him for more. Bucky couldn’t help himself, and, hearing the pleading come from you, ripped your underwear, tearing it off and away. You squealed in surprise.

“That’s one way to do it.” You laughed before being cut off by Bucky’s lips on yours again. You could feel him guiding himself to your entrance. As he pushed in, you couldn’t help his name dancing from your tongue, vibrating his lips.

You rolled your hips, meeting him with every thrust. Again and again, you felt him hit just the right spot. With every moan, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. 

Bucky shifted, pulling your hips to him with every thrust. You came undone, tightening around him. He slowed, thrusting more gently, helping you to ride out your high. 

You both returned to a steady rhythm, your foreheads meeting.

“(Y/N), my life, the nightmares, everything, they are all made better because of you. I think I love you.” You felt tears pricking at your eyes as you drank in the sight before you, the most amazing person you’d ever met giving you what you had wanted for so long.

“I love you, too, Bucky. I love you, too.” He kissed you deeply before picking up the pace again. You rolled your hips against him, using your wind powers to propel you forward until you were on top, riding Bucky.

“Damn, doll.” Bucky exhaled, sighing your name. You swiveled your hips, making him hit you just right. You cried out; Bucky took hold of your hips, holding you in place as he slammed into you. You chanted his name like a prayer as your again reached your climax, pulling Bucky with you.

You rode out your peak before coming to rest on Bucky’s chest, him still inside you. You sighed, more content than you’d ever thought possible.

“I guess thunderstorms are okay.” You heard Bucky say before feeling him place a kiss on your forehead and slipping into a sound sleep. 

ficlet: not in the habit

dealanexmachina said:
I keep seeing Kimberly stands up to bullies for Trini fic but I feel like Trini is the epitome of Fight Me, so can I have fic where Trini is the one who stands up for Kimberly at school? When you get around to it, should you feel so inclined to write fic…

Trini only steps in because they’re annoying her. This is an important note, important to make clear as a lake on a windless day. She doesn’t do it because she cares, or because she’s some kind of real hero. People don’t do stuff like that, in real life.

If anybody knows that, it’s Trini.

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Knight in a Tux

“You know, I kinda dig the new ‘you’.”

Castiel rolled his eyes, focusing his attention to the tall mirror in front of him. It was his brother’s idea to wear a tie to the banquet. Every other day he would’ve only been caught wearing a tee-shirt and jeans. But no, tonight was oh so special for his brother so Cas had to put on dress pants, a white button down, and a blue tie.

“Actually-“ his best friend stood up from Cas’ bed and strode over to him, “-you need to under a couple buttons and let the tie hang loose a little.”

Cas followed Dean’s instructions and did appreciate the tips. But he still couldn’t manage a smile as he looked at his reflection. His appearance wasn’t the only thing bothering him about tonight. “My mother is going to be there.”

Frowning, Dean shrugged and clapped his best friend on the shoulder. “It’ll be fine.”

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