<p><b>Me:</b> I'm going to take down all my posters and rearrange them!<p/><b></b> Ten minutes later<p/><b>Me:</b> *stares at the colorful pile of different sized pieces of paper at my feet*<p/><b>Me:</b> This was a m i s t a k e<p/></p>
I feel like the “music” you listen to is frankly bullshit.
The artists have no talent. Their lives have become encompassed by the desire to get rich quick and become the hottest new thing. They create music that “sells”; passionless and pathetic, every song has the same pattern.
The words are limited to partying, sex, alcohol, drugs and cheating- there is no depth.
The sounds are distorted by “beatdrops” and electronic fuckery which creates a seizure-like effect. Supposedly the bumping and grinding you see at the clubs all leads to this kinda orgasm explosion.
In short, the shit that Ryan-i made the kardashians-Seacrest introduces to you on the radio is fucking terrible. And you eat it up like the horny, indoctrinated, conformist kids you are.
So for those teenagers out there who gag at the sound of the newest Justin Bieber song, want to rip out Taylor Swift’s guitar strings, think 2Chainz should put two chains around his throat etc etc, than below are some examples of GOOD MUSIC.
Nirvana-(for my grunge bitches out there), Pink Floyd, Oasis-(wonderwall anyone?), Arctic Monkeys- (if you haven’t listened to them, you have to it will change your life i promise you) ,The Kooks, The Strokes, Green Day, Panic! At the Disco, Group Love, Peace (love me some underrated British bands), The 1975 (because this band is fucking great and is actually pretty popular with teens and deserves more recognition) etc.
A 17 year old girl who is tired of hanging around groups of people who wanna fuck Justin Bieber’s brains out, become BFFS with Selena Gomez and love the beat drop.
Hi, I think one of my asks disappeared since it's not on the pending asks page. It was : do you know any long fics? (Not in size) but that accompany sterek from highschool to family-life
No asks have ever really disappeared. We just sometimes haven’t uploaded a request to the pending asks page. If it’s been a month and you still don’t see it answered or on the pending page, then go ahead and ask us about it. Otherwise we get bogged down with repeat requests and it complicates things.
This was oddly tricky, Nonny! There were lots of high school sweetheart/long term established relationship fics, but they didn’t really show the whole thing. Some of these are closer to what you wanted than others, but hopefully they fit the bill. -Emmy
Isaac has always been a skeptic about love and its credibility. But as
the years pass and he grows watching his own best friend fall for
someone and treat them in a way he’s never seen before, Isaac realizes
love isn’t a bad thing at all.
This is not how Stiles wanted to come back. Him coming back isn’t about
him and his ex-boyfriend. It’s supposed to be because Scott and Allison
are getting married. It’s supposed to be a fun reunion and not the kind
that maybe his friends are still hoping for him, something that Stiles
doesn’t know what to think about. Sure, Derek may be his one great love,
the one that got away as well, but that didn’t mean that Stiles hasn’t
moved on. Derek clearly has and Stiles has too. Stiles being back
doesn’t change any of that. It doesn’t change the fact that it has been
three years and that it’s over.
Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that
Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than
a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work.
He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to
(70,640 I Explicit I Series WIP, individual fics complete) *au
Derek is the alpha of a pack of young wolves who are busy finding
babysitters, planning holidays, holding jobs and clinging to normalcy.
When Peter pitches the idea to plant flowers on the Hale property, Derek
doesn’t quite take him seriously. That is until he walks into the
little floral shop off 1st and Oakheart and meets the strange young man
from out of town, Stiles Stilinski.