piercings fails

  • teachers: your grades are at an all time low
  • me: all time low?!? i LOVE all time low!! who's your favourite? i personally can't pick just one, they're all sO talented. How do you like their newest album, Last Young Renegade? I know all of it hasn't been released but-
  • teachers: THAT'S NOT WHAT WE MEANT
Band asks : )
  • Underoath: How old are you?
  • Green Day: What is your current mood?
  • Coldplay: What makes you happy?
  • Radiohead: Where do you live?
  • From First to Last: Introvert or extrovert?
  • Pierce The Veil: What do you do to unwind?
  • All Time Low: Are you sad? If so, reach out to me ^ ^
  • Senses Fail: Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?
  • Aiden: Sexual orientation?
  • The Ramones: Sexual preference?
  • Velvet Underground: Are you a virgin?
  • Taking Back Sunday: Are you in a relationship?
  • Paramore: Do you have your eye on someone?
  • Evanescence: What is your type?
  • Asking Alexandria: Favorite animal?
  • Saetia: Favorite ice cream flavor?
  • Bring Me The Horizon: What is your favorite time of day?
  • White Stripes: What is your favorite season?
  • Blink-182: What is your favorite type of weather?
  • From Autumn to Ashes: Social site of preference?
  • U2: What is your favorite thing to do?
  • Weezer: Do you have any pets?
  • Nine Inch Nails: Favorite book?
  • The Smiths: Favorite tumblr to follow?
  • Downfall of Gaia: Best friend on tumblr?
  • Disturbed: If you could live anywhere, where would it be?
  • My Chemical Romance: What languages do you speak?
  • Falling In Reverse: Do you have any piercings or tattoos?
  • Misfits: What's your aesthetic?
  • AFI: Some places you want to travel?
  • Discharge: Hobbies?
  • Box Car Racer: Are you religious?
  • Motionless In White: Do you play any sports?
  • Third Eye Blind: Do you like to read?
  • Reliant K: What's your style?
  • Woe: What kind of clothes do you like to wear?
  • East West: How many siblings do you have?
  • Suicide Silence: Where is your family from?
  • Avion Roe: Favorite band?
  • Escape The Fate: Favorite artist?
  • Live Like Glass: Favorite album?
  • Forget My Silence: Favorite song?
  • Thursday: What music makes you feel relaxed?
  • Dashboard Confessional: What band/artist has inspired you?
  • This Runs Through: Do you play an instrument or sing?
  • KIT-I: If you could play any instrument what would it be?
  • Twenty One Pilots: Is there a piece of music you have cut yourself to?
  • Sleeping With Sirens: Have you ever had your own band?
  • Of Mice and Men: What is a song that describes you?
  • Panic! At the Disco: A song that describes your aesthetic?
  • Bastille: Put your iTunes on shuffle and tell me the first 3 songs
  • The 1975: What is your favorite movie?
  • Alexisonfire: What is your favorite tv show?
  • Architects: Favorite anime?
  • Anberlin: Favorite fictional character?
  • Sleepwave: Favorite anime character?
  • The Almost: What is your favorite genre of movie?
  • August Burns Red: What is your favorite gaming company?
  • Bullet For My Valentine: Who is your favorite video game developer?
  • Black Veil Brides: What is your favorite gaming franchise?
  • Tennyson: Favorite video game?
  • Fit For Rivals: A game that always gives you mega nostalgia feels? ^ ^
  • Polaris: Favorite video game character?
  • Carrolhood: Favorite gaming console?
  • Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers: What was your first gaming console?
Paper Hearts (Part 2)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

♡ Length: 4.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

Part 1 ♡ Part 2  ♡ Part 3

It was funny how things worked out in life. You had imagined this very scene for the past year, replaying it over and over in your mind until you could point out the most minor details in your sleep, yet why did it play out so differently in reality? Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. As unsettling as it was to consider… maybe you didn’t know who your best friend really was.

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(Jumin, Yoosung, and Saeran are my top faves! But if I don’t fit with any of them I’m curious to who you’d think I’d fit in with the most!)

It’s slightly very embarrassing talking about myself, buttttt….

- Very big lover of Halloween, Skeletons, general scary things. Loves Silent Hill, Horror Movies (Good ones at least ahfb), Batman, painting, writing (fellow MM hc/fic writer orz), video games (With good plots!), sci-fi, and …so much stuff.

- Sleepy a lot, loves dressing in a failed punk style, loves stuffed animals, usually advice friend/mom friend, stressed 24/7, works a lot. Loves watching youtube too much (lets players) and reading smut often (…a bit of a pervert I guess dhsbfsj). If not smut, then mystery/thrillers. Ends up staying up too late playing dumb rhythm games. Embarrassing selection of music, usually tries being as nice, patient, and understanding as possible, unless the person is a relentless asshole. 

- Coffee is the best, so are jackets and obscure weird shirts. Black/dark lipstick is a must! Has a hidden set of piercings and a wrist tattoo! But embarrassingly cheesy at times with not very good self confidence. Likes to try and pump others up if they’re feeling down! Proud big sister to a dorky little brother!

…..I’m too embarrassed to keep going on! But thanks for reading, haha!


HIII FRIEND after our talk last night I went and binged buzzfeed blue anyWAYS I’ve shipped you with *drum roll*

Saeran

The first time I saw your selfie he IMMEDIATELY popped into my head. You guys would be perfect together as long as you don’t mind sharing eyeliner with him. He would LOVE your piercings and “failed punk style.” Also, anytime you have a birthday, expect him to get you a shit load of stuffed animals. He knows you like them and now that’s ALL HE GETS YOU he’s just so bad at shopping

Headcanon

  • “This is an absolute joke.”
  • You watched as the cheesy special effects make the ghost pop up again
  • “I mean, this isn’t even scary! It’s more of a comedy, right Sae-”
  • You stopped
  • When you looked over at your boyfriend, he was petrified
  • Seriously? He can join an evil organization without batting an eye, but this scares him? 
  • “Uhh, Saeran?”
  • He glanced over at you
  • “I know what you’re thinking,” he sighed, “and no, I’m not scared of this movie.”
  • You scooted closer to him and furrowed your eyebrows
  • “Then why-”
  • Saeran held up his phone, shoving the screen in your face

“Hey bro, let’s hang tomorrow! I’ll pick you up at 10am, be readdyyyyyy~”

  • You looked back up at Saeran’s distressed face and felt laughter escape your lips
  • “It’s not funny!!”
  • You turned away, desperately trying to stop
  • “I-I can’t help it, you look so scared… and of your own brother!”
  • Saeran grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him
  • He lowered his voice to a whisper
  • “If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll tell the entire RFA about your little… smut reading habit.”
  • and that definitely made you stop
Sterek ficrecs - Friends to Lovers/ Childhood Friends...
  • Happy Friendship day!!!
  • Thank you my bestie @benaya-trash​ for lovely suggestions <3 <3 <3 

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam [M | 38,340]

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq [T |61818]

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

“Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

Heroes By Night by charlesdk [T | 16,782]

The street was full of people going to work, as Derek headed for the entrance of the Whittemore building. He wasn’t paying attention to the people around him, despite being a nightly crime fighter. That was his night job. During the day, he didn’t do it.

Not unless he had a bad feeling. Like now.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a pair of eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as a chill ran down his spine. He ignored the man bumping into him and calling him something rude, and instead zoned in on the feeling.

A tight grip around his bag and the coffee cup, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder.

OR Derek is a superhero. So is Stiles. Neither of them know this about each other though.

the difference between going back and going home by thepsychicclam
[E | 34,219]

Stiles and Derek were inseparable growing up, but then college, jobs, and life happened. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills a decade later, he doesn’t expect to reconnect with Derek, and he sure doesn’t expect to fall in love with him.

I Hate You by LoveActually_rps [T | 2,325]

“You know you love me…I know you care…”

A sudden strangled noise beside him made Derek snap his eyes open. He huffed out an angry breath, pursing his lips, irritated at the interruption.

It was Stiles. Stiles with bulging eyes, a red face and a hand clamped on his mouth. He was struggling to keep back his loud snort. Derek shot him a piercing glare, trying and failing to find his rhythm again.

“Just shout whenever…”  Derek grated out, hissing at Stiles. “…and I’ll be there…WHAT?”

“Bieber? Really Derek-” Stiles choked, laughing as if he had lost his mind.

“You got a problem with that?”

Stiles jerked away from a snarling Derek, huffing out – Whoa, raising both hands in surrender. Not even a beat later, he shot a shit-eating grin at Derek.

Derek hated him.

you fill my lungs with sweetness by bibliosexual [T | 2,550]

“Okay, fine,” Erica holds up her hands, “don’t listen to me, continue to pine forever, spend the entirety of winter break being ‘just friends’ with him in a castle full of mistletoe, see if I care. But if, on the other hand, you actually want to be even a little proactive about this, I have a plan.”

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The first thing I’ve done digitally in ages, so it naturally looks a little funky.

But, how about an explanation?

The whole concept of a “Black Knight” is a pretty old one in popular culture; I have no idea how far it goes back as a popular concept. You see it a lot though; in a lot of fantasy stories, including, of course, Monty Python, as well as a sort of referential appearance in Batman’s title “The Dark Knight”

Arguably one of the most awesome appearances of the Black Knight archetype, however, was in the Black Knight and Black Knight 2000 pinballs, the latter of which had a totally baller theme song.

So who is the Black Knight? In the context of my interpretation, he is the archetypal Knightly Opponent-he exists to battle you. “Get ready for battle!” he calls out in his booming, metallic voice. “You cannot best me!” he thunders, with a hint of tape hiss or audio compression. His sword is as blunt as a butter knife from thousands of duels just like this one; his armor bears the dents and scratches of hundreds of well-placed blows that failed to pierce his steel armor, let alone what manner of flesh or bone lies within his tarnished exoskeleton. A vambrace and gauntlet are missing; a skeletal appendage of scratched, silvery alloy helps to wield the near-harmless sword; does his whole body resemble this bizarre imitation of human form? Does the single dully glowing light within the battered faceplate hide the mind of a man, or something lesser, greater, or different? The Black Knight is an enigma; beat him in the ring of combat, and he may relate to you a broken and enigmatic tale spun from words you don’t understand; should he be victorious, as he often is, you might not be killed (what good knight would kill without good reason after all?), but you might scamper away with bruises, a broken bone or two, and a story for the ages.

What do we know of the Black Knight? Very little. He is mentioned often; the concept of him is ubiquitous, but unexplored.


You’ve got the power

You’ve got the might

Get ready for battle

Defeat the Black Knight 

where sunshine lasts

Nyanko-sensei!

The bulbous cat stirred in disgruntlement. Natsume’s annoying voice never failed to pierce through even his soundest sleep. He stretched out his paws, claws exposed. The sunlight washed over his back, and with a satisfied sigh Madara rolled over. As usual, he rested on his perch atop the Fujiwara house. 

He wondered for a moment, under silky warmth, about why Natsume might be calling for him. Was it lunchtime? 

Was Natsume in some idiotic situation again? Was he returning a name again? The book of friends wouldn’t mean anything to Madara if it was empty! No matter how many times he erupted and clawed Natsume, the weak boy never saw sense. Never. 

Nyaaanko-senseiiii!

What a pain. Eyes still shut, Madara growled. “Shut up, Natsume!” 

Madara opened his eyes to droplets of moonlight coating the branches twisting against the fabric of a wintry night sky. Trails of white threads came and left when Madara breathed. Where he sat had indeed been the Fujiwara’s house, once, but he couldn’t even smell a smidgen of Touko’s cooking. 

He didn’t know why he responded to a stupid name like Nyanko-sensei anymore. No one dared call him that. 

He didn’t know why he slept or often wandered as the ugly cat, after these passing seasons. There was no one left to wander beside. 

Natsume had been a human stupid beyond belief. Returning names, one by one, until the book of friends was just a memento of Reiko’s that the boy held dearly and in life, often smiled at. Madara didn’t understand why he looked at an empty, powerless book of friends like that.

He didn’t understand why Natsume’s calls for him, his little laughs, rung in his ears every night. Every day. If Madara closed his eyes and listened, he could hear Natsume’s heart pulse and beat as warmly as ever. 

The leaves rustled.

Nyanko-sensei, there you are! I need you, so could you come down from there? 

Humans really are irresponsible creatures, aren’t they?