studs jean jacket

Because the bad girls are always the coolest. ;)

Drew a Pizzazz in response to the last issue of ‘Jem and the Misfits’ coming out - Very excited for the upcoming relaunch!


So this is the denim vest that I’m diy-ing. (Not complete)
It already had a bit if distressing but I added a bit more, made and added the Tina belcher and paramore ‘patches’, added some studs and that back picture which was from a tote bag
Gonna add a few more diy patches and something else that I haven’t figured out yet x

sneak out // yoongi

Originally posted by hugbin

Requested for drabble game (got too long whoops.)

1.3k words. bad boy!au. implied smut + fluff. ML.

Sneaking out of your house at 2:17 AM at night, stubbing your toe on the base of the couch and muttering a litany of fancy words as you slumped into the shadow until you reached the door and ever so carefully pushing the handle down, cringing at the slightest click in made and slipped out was just something you did routinely.

Yoongi’s black beaten up pick truck was already parked in your driveway, not really caring if one of your parents happened to be awake at the time and noticed the suspicious looking car hanging around in their driveway.

“Drive, drive, drive!” You hissed in the utmost urgency, paranoid of the window on the second floor that directly faced the lawn, afraid that once upon a night, your mom or dad might just be standing there watching through the blinds as you get into a car with the man the town claimed to be bad news right off the bat –but they didn’t know him like you did.

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anonymous asked:

I want to dress in ripped jeans and studded patched up jean jackets and dye my hair and get tattoos and piercings but I don't think it would be a good idea for me because I already scare people because I'm big and strong and I have a resting angry face, I'm a big goof and I have a weird laugh and I'm a huge fucking nerd that wants friends but people don't want to talk to me because apparently I'm intimidating, I don't know what to do lol

I know the feel. One time I found a really cool stick so I took it home and my friend told me that someone was telling him about some “punk ass walking around with a stick probably going to beat up someone” and then when he realized he was talking about me he started laughing because I literally don’t even kill mosquitos; I catch them and throw em out the window..

But yeah man, I dunno. Make some patches with positive messages I guess? If you like flowers do something with flowers (patch, tattoo, pick one and put it behind your ear)! Smile when you make eye contact with a stranger maybe?
But just be you and you’ll meet someone I’m sure, you sound great!

~ mod Petar

Riker Au - City Boy

Riker Au For saramolnarova hope you enjoy ;)

Who did he think he was? I realize he came from the city, but now he was here, and here was not the city. This was actually the complete opposite of the city. The city had four million people compared to our four thousand. We had park, lakes, and a farm every mile while they had skyscrapers, highways, and department stores. The city gave you a total different perspective on life than the country did, you could see it in his personality. His name was Riker, Riker Lynch. He was a senior that had transferred from Los Angeles to our little town in Wisconsin. Why he would want to come here I have no idea. Most people try their hardest to get the heck out of this place. I for one didn’t think it was that bad, nobody really did. They just wanted more than a few cafes, and a rundown movie theatre for entertainment. I felt Riker’s leather jacket slam into my left arm, and push me into the locker. I stumbled a little after he knocked into me.
“Excuse me.” I called after him after he walked past. He turned back to me, and scoffed then kept walking. I had really had enough of this guy. I ran after him, and grabbed his arm. He stopped walking, and shook my hand off his arm.
“What do you want?” He spat. I stood in front of him, and crossed my arms.
“Riker is it? Yea I get you’re from the city, and everything. I don’t know if this is how you treated people there, but here we treat them with respect.”
“How do you know my name?” He asked, baffled at the thought of me knowing who he was.
“There’s not much that happens in this small town, if there’s something new we know about it, and you’re definitely new.” I said. Riker looked down at his appearance, and chuckled.
“How could you tell?” He said sarcastically. He definitely didn’t dress like anyone here did. He wore a black studded leather jacket, skinny jeans with rips in them, and combat boots. He had rugged blonde hair, and bangs that he would flip to the side every so often. Riker leaned up against another one of the locker banks, and rested his elbow above the locker. Riker smirked. Contrary to his rude, and angry attitude he displayed a few minutes ago, he had a cheeky grin. I could see his eyes trail down, and evaluate my body.
“You know you’re looking really hot baby.” He uttered with his smug grin. I snapped my fingers.
“Excuse me my eyes are up here.” I reached forward, and tipped his chin up. “We also treat people with respect here. The correct way of saying that would’ve been “I think you’re pretty”. Do you want to try that again?”
“Geez chill out. Most girls would’ve swooned at that comment.”
“Yea well I’m not like most girls.” The first bell to signal us to get to class rang, and students all over started to gather their stuff, and scramble into hallways. “What class do you have first block?” I asked.
“Why do you care?” He scoffed, he definitely had an interesting attitude.
“First I was actually just trying to be nice, but second I’m on student council. I was assigned you to help introduce you to our school the first few days.”
“Oh great, a babysitter.” He groaned. He reached into the tight pockets of his ripped skinny jeans, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolded it, and peered onto the page. “Some stupid class…Drawing” He mumbled.
“Oh well it’s just your luck, so do I.”  
One Month Later
The bell rang, and I saw Riker leaning up against the wall by the water fountain flirting with yet another girl. I just rolled my eyes, and made my way over to the water fountain. I bent down to take a drink, and stood back up.
“Hey.” I said slapping Riker on the back. “Time for class.” He looked up, and his eyes growled at me. I could sense the girl being not too pleased with me either.
“I’ll text you later.” He said looking back into the girls eyes smugly. The girl turned bright red, and giggled. She trotted off in the opposite direction of us. Riker, and I started walking towards our class.
“You’re never going to text her are you?” I mumbled.
“No, probably not.” He answered. I chuckled. “What?” He defended. I just rolled my eyes, and laughed.
“Whatever. You know if you think I’m getting in the way of all your flirting, we don’t have to hang out anymore.” I admitted. Riker laughed.
“No, I like having you around. Plus I don’t think I have many other options for friends.” He wasn’t wrong. Within the time he’d been here he hadn’t really made many friends. He flirted with every single girl he talked to, but he never really made any real connections. For me, and Riker we had become surprisingly closer. I slowly was started to hack into what he was really about. Every now, and then when it was just us he would let me see his true self. Underneath all the flirting, and jerk city boy attitude he actually was a pretty amazing person. The only problem was that side of him very seldom came out. It was like he kept it tucked in, afraid to let anyone see his true self.
“Well maybe if you didn’t flirt with everyone.” I retorted. Sometimes I would try to drop subtle hints that he should let his true side show, but it always failed.
“Hey, I can’t help it if everyone wants a piece of this. Well everybody, but you. You’re probably the first hot girl that I haven’t had any interest for.”
“Right because if you showed any interest for me that would be uh… completely weird…right?” I stuttered. Riker immediately agreed.
“Right.”  I actually felt the complete opposite of that notion. Not that it would be weird for him to like me, it totally would be. The thing I felt the opposite about was wanting him to show interest in me. That felt weird, to actually want Riker to like me like I liked him. Why was this so complicating?
We made our way into the art room for our first block class: Drawing. I sat down at the table we usually sat at in the left corner of the room. At our table it was usually me, him, and different one of Riker’s “flirtmances.” Riker sat down next to her, and I sat across the table. He wrapped his arm around her.
“Hey baby.” He said already toying with her hair, and her emotions. She giggled as her cheeks flushed just as every other girl did. Those girls were the reasons I knew nothing would ever happen between us. He had this “big time personality”. He only liked toying with girls emotions. I was not like most girls how they bought into his fake flirtatious persona, and giggled at the first smug grin he gave them. I didn’t just want to be flirted with, I wanted to be cared about, and taken seriously. Something I would probably never get from him.
I never expected to ever have any sort of involvement with a guy like him. He was rude, and rugged, and everything I wasn’t. He was also the complete opposite of the type of person I wanted to be interested in, but there was still something there. It was crazy to think I could feel any sort of real feelings towards him. He was this obnoxiously smug, and cocky boy that flirted with every girl. We were polar opposites. The thing was I knew him, I really knew him. There was this part of him that was nobody else saw. They just saw this leather jacket, and city attitude and failed to see what was real about him. That’s the part of him I’d grown so fond of. The part he didn’t show to anybody.
“I’ll be right back.” The girl stood up from the table.
“I’ll miss you.” He muttered back. I rolled my eyes.
“So what are you drawing Romeo?” I asked. Riker slightly chuckled, and looked up from his drawing.
“It’s a Rose.” He mumbled staring into the drawing, looking for the explanation of his inspiration behind the drawing. “Roses are so deep, and beautiful. My favorite quote is “We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon.” –Dale Carnegie. Roses represent life, and the dreams we all hold. They feel like magic.” His words were light, and airy like every one of them was spoken deeply from the heart. That was the real Riker I saw.
“Wow that’s really deep Riker.” I stared down at his half sketched out Rose. He scoffed.
“Whatever.” The meaning behind it was so deep, he was so deep, but it’s not like he would show that to anyone. There were slivers of him that would peak out when he wasn’t trying to be a jerk. Those were the parts of him I tried to get close to. The girl sat back down in her seat next to Riker.
“I’m back.” She giggled. I once again rolled my eyes. “What are you drawing Riks?” She asked all giddy.
“I didn’t know what to do, so I’m just drawing some rose.” He muttered like it was no big deal, because of course he couldn’t let that side of him out.
“Riker tell me you didn’t!” I stormed up to him on the park trail that we usually walked home together on. Our houses were fairly close. On those walks we always talked about everything going on. We were very open with each other, and I liked that. I liked the fact that we had become so close. But right now I was disappointed with him, shocked by him, he disgusted me with the actions that rumored around him. I just hoped none of them were true.
“Dude chill, what’s wrong?” He defended.
“What’s wrong? It’s not that big of a school don’t tell you don’t know what’s been going around!” Riker rolled his eyes.
“Whatever it’s not that big of a deal.” He muttered.
“Not that big of a deal? Annie is saying you slept with her after homecoming, and then ditched her. I’m pretty sure that’s a big deal.”
“Annie is the short red haired chick right?”
“Oh my gosh Riker you slept with her, and you don’t even know her name?” Riker crossed his arms, and shook his head. He dropped his arms angrily and started to storm off down the path. “WAIT!” I called after him.
“Why do you care anyway, it’s not really any of your business.”
“I care, because I care about you! In case you didn’t realize I actually like you Riker.”  
“Yea sure you do.” Riker continued to walk down the path at an increasing speed. I jogged up in front of him to catch up with him.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I defended. Riker stopped.
“You say you “care” but in reality you think of me just the way everybody else does. Do you honestly believe that story about Annie?”  He asked.
“Well you do kind of flirt with everybody, it just kind of sounded like…” I trailed off.
“Sounded like what? Sounded like something I would do? Yea, you’re right, it probably is.”
“So what are you saying you did sleep with her?”
“That’s not the point! Gahh I was such an idiot for thinking you were any different. You just see me as some thug from a big city that goes around sleeping with every girl just like everyone else does.”
“Well that’s how you portray yourself. I try to see past all that stuff but when you do something like this it’s kind of hard to find the good in it. You’re just embracing the fact that everybody knows about this.”
“You still don’t get it. I NEVER HAD SEX WITH ANNIE OKAY. That’s a stupid rumor.”
“Well why aren’t you defending yourself? All these rumors, and you’re just accepting them!”
“What’s the point? Everybody is still going to see me the same way. When everybody starts treating you a certain way, you just learn to accept it.”
“Is that why you act like you do around everyone else, you flirt with every single girl, and pretend to be a jerk because they expect it?” Riker slightly nodded. “Then why don’t you act like that when you’re around me?”
“Because unlike everyone else in this town, I actually care about how you think of me. But I guess that doesn’t really matter now does it.” I couldn’t describe Riker’s face at that moment. I don’t think I’d ever seen his face hit that expression. He looked completely defeated, and crushed. I hadn’t realized that over time I’d slowly let other people’s perceptions of him get the best of me. When I heard the rumor I just jumped to conclusions instead of thinking about who he really was. “I don’t think we can hang out anymore.” Riker quietly muttered, and walked forward. I walked forward to keep up with him.
“Riker I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I get it if you’re mad at me, but-”
“I’m not mad.” He cut me off. “We just…” He paused, and pursed his lips. “I just can’t do this anymore.”
“You don’t want to be friends anymore?”
“Dang it Sara. No I don’t want to be friends anymore, because I don’t want to just be friends. If you couldn’t tell by now, I actually have feelings for you, and I honestly thought you did too for a while, but I guess I was wrong.”
“No Riker, you weren’t wrong.” I spoke. I had to finally let it out, he needed to know, I needed him to know.” Riker seemed confused, or otherwise not expectant of me to say that.
“We can’t do this.” Riker spoke shaking his head.
“WHY NOT?” I pleaded.
“Because no matter what, I’ll always be one of “those guys” the ones that flirt with every girl, the ones that are no good, I’m no good, and you deserve a lot better than me. I knew ever since that first day I met you, that there was something special about you. I don’t want to get hurt any worse by me. You should just forget about me!”
“Well I’m not going to forget about you! You think you’re a bad guy, but that’s just because everyone treats you that way. I’ve seen the real you, I’ve seen how you act when you’re being yourself, and that’s the guy I fell for.” Riker, and I stopped walking. I turned to him, and grabbed his hands. “I think deep down you know what kind of person you are, you’re just too afraid to show it.” I slowly inched closer, and closer to his face until our noses were barely touching. Riker lightly shook his head.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered. When I tried to close the space between us, Riker backed up urgently. I could see a tear trickle down his face. “I’m not the really the guy you think I am.”
“I came here to live with my mom. I thought maybe I would be a different person than I was in LA, but I’m not” He took a deep breath. “I’m going back to LA.”
I sat on my bedroom floor tears pouring out of my eyes. Today was the day he was leaving. He was going back to LA to forget all about me, and this small little town that we had made so many memories in. There was a knock on my door.
“Come in” I mumbled. My mom slowly opened up the door to my room.
“Are you okay honey?” She asked. I shook my head.
“No, I don’t think so.” I muttered, and cleared my throat.
“He’s leaving today isn’t he?” I nodded, and closed my eyes for it was too painful to keep them open. The tears stung the corners of my eyes.
“When’s the last time you talked to him?” She inquired. I shrugged.
“He hasn’t been at school all week, I guess it just hurt too much to say goodbye.”
“Well than you go do it. Sweetie you need to go after what you want in life. If you want Riker than go tell him. What time is his flight?”
“His mom said 2:00” I answered.
“Well it’s only 1:00 right now you could still make it. Even if he still leaves, at least you got to see him one last time, and if you don’t go you’ll regret it.” Your mom grabbed your hand, and lifted you off of your feet.” You wrapped your arms around her, and nodded your head.
“Thank you!”

“Riker!” you yelled as soon as you located him at the airport. He was sitting on a bench waiting for his flight. Riker instantly looked up.
“Sara what are you doing here?” He asked as he stood up.
“You never said goodbye.” You uttered. Riker smiled lightly, and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. The warmth of his soothing embrace surrounded you. You wanted to stay in his arms forever. He let you go, and stepped back.
“I guess this is good bye then.”
“It doesn’t have to be! You said you came out here to be a better person, and I believe you are. Just because peoples view of you didn’t change doesn’t mean you didn’t.”
“It doesn’t change that fact that I don’t want to hurt you like I hurt most girls.”
“Remember what I said when you first got here. I’m not like most girls. I see you when you’re being yourself. You’re deep, and passionate, and caring. That’s why I fell for you, and I’m not going to forget about you because I am in love with you. I think I bring out the best in you, and you know that.”
Instantly just as the words fell out of my mouth Riker’s lips came crashing onto mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his came tightly secured around his waist. It seemed like I had been waiting for this moment forever, just to feel the sensation of his lips on mine. He pulled away for a moment, and our foreheads collided.
“I’m in love with you too”
‘Flight 43 for Los Angeles now boarding’ The overhead speaker spoke.
“So…” I stuttered. Riker looked at his plane ticket, and tore it in half.
“I’ve changed my mind. There’s no way I could go back to LA. There’s too many things I love here.”