there is always a place for this pilot in my heart

Sugar | Tyler Joseph |

Plot: Tyler and reader meet in a book store

Imagine: Reader x Tyler

Words: 850

Warnings: None


Books. Pages. Letters. The best scent in the entire world, I thought to myself as I walked into the local book store. Out of all places on earth, this had to be my favorite spot. I could walk around for hours, just browsing, discovering new authors and their wonderful words. I headed for the section which contained older, English litterature. Here I would always stumble upon magnificent, British gems to fall in love with and help me cure my homesickness. 

I let my fingers swipe across all of the aligned books as I walked down the long aisle. One of my main rituals was to stop at a random spot and pick up whatever book my finger landed on. 3..2..1 

Stop. I looked at the book’s name and immediately smiled to myself as I removed it from the shelf, creating a gap between the books surrounding it. I knew this one, by heart even, but I would never mind reading it again.

“C.S Lewis, huh?”

My head quickly jerked up to see who the voice belonged to. I noticed two, brown eyes hiding behind the gap that I’d created. Someone was on the other side of the shelf. I decide to just go with it.

“Eh- yeah,” I said, confused, but putting up a weak smile. “You know him?”

The voice chuckled. “He’s one of my personal favorites, but I thought I was the only one in this time with that preference.” 

I smiled, the shock from before leaving my body as we started talking. Considering the fact that I could only see about an inch of this persons face, he already seemed interesting.

“Well, you’re not. I love him. There’s just something about his writing that draws me in.”

“I should’ve known the minute I heard that cute, British accent of yours. Reminds you of home?” His eyes smiled. 

Cute? I felt myself blushing. I hated my British accent when I was in America. 

“Just because I’m British, doesn’t have to mean that I love C.S. That’s kinda stereotypish, don’t you think?” I replied as confidently as possible. 

The brown eyes suddenly disappeared from the gap, and I heard his footsteps leaving his spot. Where was he going? Before I could worry too much, I saw a skinny, brown haired boy walking along my side of the long book shelf. As he came closer and close, I could recognize his brown eyes. He had a cocky smile on his dark, full lips. 

“Maybe. But I also suppose you take sugar with your tea?” He added, stopping right in front of me. 

I laughed, nervously, and shook my head in disbelief. Who was this guy? 

“Wow, I’m impressed by your British knowledge, …?” I realized that I didn’t even know his name. He must’ve figured that out since he then spoke up to finish my sentence. 

“… Tyler!” He put out his hand for me to shake. 

“Delighted to meet you, Tyler I’m Y/N,” I shook his hand, smiling. “And no I don’t. I actually prefer coffee.” 

He let out the most beautiful laugh, realizing that he might had a bit too cocky.

“Pardon, my bad.” 

“I can’t speak for all of Britain, bur for me? Apology accepted.” I smiled, holding the book against my chest. This guy was funny. I’d been in America for quite some time now, and never had I instantly clicked with a guy before. Not like this.  

“Does that also mean that you don’t take American guys with your coffee and C.S Lewis book?” Tyler interrupted my thoughts, leaving me rather speechless but also super flattered. Was that what the Americans would presume was a date or..? No matter what; How could I possibly be stupid enough to decline him? I decided to play along.

“That depends… If you can answer this one question correctly, then you, C.S and I can go out for coffee.” 

I saw Tyler bite his bottom lip, making him look cuter than ever. Gosh, I really hoped I hadn’t set myself up for failure. 

“Okay…” He pretended to think for a bit. “I’m up for the challenge. I like you brits already.” 

I chuckled at his last comment. “Okay then… Which one of these C.S Lewis novels is the oldest? Perelandra or Out of the Silent Planet?”

Without even looking away or flinching, keeping his eyes on me for the few seconds he spent thinking, he parted his lips and answered.

“Out of the Silent Planet. It’s from 1938 while Perelandra is from 1943.” 

My eyes went wide. I’d never met anyone who knew as much about C.S Lewis as I did. And I couldn’t help but think of how happy I was with the fact that he knew the answer. He was definitely a guy worth getting to know. I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed him smiling at me.That along with his deep, brown doe-eyes? I was sold. Hell, he could’ve answered the question wrong and I would’ve acted like he was right anyways. 

“So… Here’s one for you, Y/N: do you take sugar with your coffee?”

twenty one pilots took over an entire tube station and put fanart on the walls of the station in the uk

no self promo

just fanart representing their own meaning of the band

reason #3816526 why this band means the world to me and will always have a special place in my heart and life

“I Lost My Best Friend” // Twenty One Pilots

“I really do regret kicking Josh out of the band.” Tyler started, you were currently interviewing Twenty One Pilots, and when Josh left to go the washroom Tyler began this. “He always told me ‘Tyler, this band is my life’ and I never expected him to be legitimate about it” He looked down, face holding an expression of faux sadness.

              “Tyler, are you telling people I’m out of the band still?” Josh yelled from the other room, making his way back to the interview area.

              “Sometimes, I feel like I can still hear his voice. Like he hasn’t accepted the fact that he’s gone.” Tyler looked up, placing a hand over his heart. “I wonder to myself, maybe it’s because he’s always in my heart. Maybe that’s why it feels like he’s just sitting beside me sometimes.” You had to applaud Tyler on his acting skills, he kept a straight, if not sad face this whole time. Even when Josh flopped on the couch beside him and burst out in laughter.

              “Stop telling people I’m dead.” Josh laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners.  “Everyone, I am perfectly-“Josh’s sentence was cut off by Tyler placing a hand over his mouth.

              “Gone. Floating about the middle ground between life and death. Not quite passed over just yet. Josh, please pass. I know it will be hard for you and the rest of us who love you. But pass into the light.” Tyler faked a sob. “I’ll miss you J, I loved you like my very own brother, now go. Be free. Heaven probably has infinite Red Bull and drums, and maybe even aliens for you to gawk at.” Tyler made his voice break, “I’m sorry I need a moment” he whimpered, leaving the room. Probably to let out the laugh he was holding back. While you on the other hand had been laughing the entire time.

              “How long was he going on about me being dead?” Josh asked, laughing along with you.

              “About since you left to go to the washroom.” You giggled, telling your cameraman to stop recording. To finish this interview you guys would need at least a little composure.

              “No, keep recording.” Josh laughed, breathing deeply to calm himself down. “Men and women from the Skeleton Clique, I have terrible news to share with you all.” He stopped to place his head in his hands, hiding the smile that he was failing to keep off his face. “Tyler…Tyler died today.” Josh whispered, biting his lip. “It was a horrible accident, a banana truck crashed and he drowned in them.” By the end of his sentence Josh was back to hysterics, head flopped backwards with laughter. “Tyler!” Josh screamed through his laughs. “How do you keep such a serious face with this stuff?” Your guys’ laughter was cut off by Tyler stomping down the hallway.

              “It isn’t hard when your best friend is dead and haunting you.” Tyler screamed, “Josh just go to the light and let me mourn. Stop following me asking me to play shows and do stuff with you. I need to learn to live without my best friend.” Tyler screamed, lasting about 2 seconds after before laughing along with the rest of you.

              “Do you guys do this every interview?” You laughed, having the time of your life.

              “No, not really. We usually have more fun like this with interviewers we like.” Tyler’s statement caused your cheeks to burn. “Now for the big question. Will Josh pass on to the light himself? Or must we perform an exorcism?” Tyler smiled deviously, struggling to hold back a laugh.

(Just a goofy little thing I thought up. Considering how much Tyler “kicks Josh out of the band”)

Tear in My Heart

A/N: Sorry, I haven’t been writing lately, I’ve been studying my ass off for finals. I hope this makes up for it, although, the idea is kind of cliche but, I have always liked this idea. 

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content. Fluff

The day had gone by slowly, Dan had been out with Phil all day shooting a day in the life video. As your two flat mates had been out and about, you had lounged around the house all day, taking this opportunity to have a day-long jam session to some of your favorite songs. 

The sun had just began to set, hues of red, whites, and purples dancing across the furniture in your small kitchen from the window. With nothing left to do, you might as well tidy the place up. You began to slip dishes into the dishwasher as Victorious played from your speaker that was currently hooked up via Bluetooth to your phone. 

“My touch, is black and poisonous, and nothing like my punch.” You sang along with the song, dancing with plates and cups in your hands. “Oh, we gotta turn up the crazy. Livin’ like a washed up celebrity.” You bellowed, turning the volume all the way up on your phone. You kicked the dishwasher shut, singing the lyrics as loud as your lungs would allow, dancing all around the kitchen. You slip onto the counter, kicking your feet in beat with the music, allowing the music to dissolve the world around you. 

You proceeded to tidy the kitchen, throwing trash in the bin,and  wiping off the counters, when Tear in My Heart began playing. Immediately you slid across the kitchen, belting the lyrics as you did. “Sometimes you’ve gotta bleed to know, that you’re alive and have a soul!” 

The music played on as you danced around the kitchen and chanted the words to this song that you had played over and over again. The music moved through you, continuing to dissolve whatever was left of the reality you were in and allowing you to enter a new one that included just you and the music. 

You slid across the kitchen floor once more, ending your slide in a 360 degree spin. “The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face!” You sang as you threw some paper cups into the bin, swinging your hips as you danced over to the sink. You retrieved a rag from a drawer, soaking it with soap and water before you wiped off the counter with it, slowly swaying your hips as the music slowed down. 

“You feel asleep in my car I drove the whole time, but that’s okay I’ll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine.” You softly sang under your breath, entrapped in your other reality. As you continued to murmur along with the song, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind you, shattering your alter reality and bringing you back into the real one. 

Shocked, and dazed from your sudden evacuation from your mirage, you step backwards into the person, a yelp escaping your lips. 

“OH, shit” The person yelled as you fell into them, struggling to keep you both balanced. “Easy, easy, it’s just me.” You heard the familiarly deep and smooth voice of Dan say in your ear as he helped you back upright. 

“Well for fucks sake! You cant scare me like that!” You yelled at him, shutting off the music and slapping him on the arm with rag you had just been using to wipe off the counter. 

“I yelled that I was back when I came into the door with Phil. But, I’m not surprised you didn’t hear me since your music was so God damn loud.” He snipped at you, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. “Although, now that I think about it I’m glad you didn’t hear me as I quite enjoyed your dancing. It was a delightfully unexpected treat.” His eyes scanned you up and down, shamelessly checking you out while the smirk spread wider across his face.

Your face grew hot, and you felt the urge to smack him with the rag again grow inside you. Before the chance to act upon that urge presented itself, you felt his arm return to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your anger subsided, and was replaced by warmth. You could never stay mad at his dimple-faced, brown-eyed stare. 

You felt the air between you two grow hot as your breaths mixed. He leaned into you until his forehead came into contact with yours, his back slightly bent in order to compensate for the difference in height.  You set your arms lightly on his hips, closing the remaining space in between you. Dan brought his remaining hand up to your cheek, pulling your face closer to his so that your lips barely touched. The atmosphere around you two dissolved, entering you into another reality similar to the one that music had encased you in. This one though, had an ambiance filled with lust and passion instead of an aura of peace and euphoria. Scratch that, this was euphoric, but not in the same sense. The euphoria you felt when your skin came in contact was like fire, and electricity. It sent shock waves through your system, and made your head swim. 

You closed your eyes, breathing om your favorite scent; Dan. He always smelled so nice, like a mixture of clean clothes, some cheap cologne you had bought for him ages ago (which he still continues to buy and wear), and his natural smell that made your knees weak. You inhaled deeply, a smile spreading across your face as you leaned in farther to him. Your lips fully met, forming to each other and moving in harmony. You lift your hands up, running one through his hair and gripping his neck with the other. 

His tongue slipped across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You gladly allowed, parting your lips slightly so that your tongues could explore each others mouth. You gripped handfuls of his hair, feeling the soft locks in between your fingers. His hand slipped under you ass, pulling you up onto the cold surface of the counter. The hand running through his hair was brought down to join the other at the nape of his neck. You used them to pull him closer, if that was even possible. 

You allowed yourself to fully envelope in the illusion, cherishing this moment with you and Dan. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the moment, but something about this second in time told you that you needed to appreciate every second of what was happening. How his lips felt again yours, how he tasted as his tongue roamed your mouth, how warm his body felt pressed up against yours. Everything about this moment was perfect to you, wrapped in your own little reality. 

You began to feel the atmosphere begin to shift, slipping from the warm feeling of passion to a sensation of steamy compassion and lust. You felt a growing need rumble from deep within you. A need for him. This moment had morphed to a vision of perfection, and had suddenly grown intense, intense with the pure desire you both shared for each other. You knew he had felt the shift in mood as well, as his kisses became hungry and more passionate. His hands roamed your body, his crotch pressing up against yours. 

You slipped your hand down, interrupting the growing friction between both of your lower halves. You fingers gently grazed the hard bulge that had just been pressed up against you. He grunted softly at the touch, pressing himself closer to you while your fingers roamed, trying to find the zipper to his pants. You felt the cold metal against your finger, and struggled to pull it down against the growing bulge that was continuing to harden against the back of your hand. 

After a few torturous seconds of struggling you let out a frustrated grunt, dropping you hand onto the kitchen counter. “I feel like a toddler trying to work a rocket ship,” 

Dan giggled slightly, just as frustrated as you are. He parted from your lips, and began fussing with the stubborn zipper. 

“Uh, guys? Is this a bad time to ask if you could move this into the bedroom so I could make some food?” You heard a voice ask. 

Your face grew hot with embarrassment, and you quickly detached yourself from Dan and slid off the counter top - the illusion shattering around you as you once again entered the true reality around you. 

You glanced over at Dan, who’s face was redder than you had ever seen it. You dared a glance down, checking the state of his zipper and throbbing erection. The zipper had not yet made it half way down, but the protruding problem in his pants was quite obvious. His hands fumbled to pull his jumper down in an attempt to cover himself. 

“Uh, y-yeah, uh, fuck, um, yeah you do that. I-I’ll be in, um, my bedroom.” He stuttered, quickly walking away into the direction of his room. 

Not quite knowing what to say, you stood there awkwardly while Phil moved into the kitchen, gathering ingredients. 

“Let’s just pretend that you didn’t see that?” You offered, getting a nod of agreement from Phil in return. You followed Dan into the direction of his room, opening the door to reveal a dark room with Dan near his dresser. He was changing from his outfit he had been wearing to a pair of sweatpants and a his Yeezus shirt. “that sure was embarrassing.” You said quietly, climbing into the bed and under the covers. 

“Leave it to you to make me forget that we have another human in this house who is fully capable of walking in on the beginning of some steamy kitchen sex.” He replied playfully, already recovered from his embarrassment. 


Dan climbed into the bed next to you, wrapping you into his arms. You enclosed your self in his hold, inhaling his scent once again. You closed you eyes and began to hum the rest of the lyrics lyrics to Tear in My Heart, smiling into Dan’s chest as you did. The alternate reality settling upon you once again. the mood shifting to accommodate the emotion that was filling the room. Love. Love, and tranquility. 

“She’s the tear in my heart, she’s a carver.” You just barely heard, the words come from Dan’s lips. They were soft, and barely audible. 

“Sing me to sleep.” You said, closing your eyes and nuzzling into his chest. 

“Oh, you heard that?” He asked, embarrassment settling over him. 

“Dan, I do happen to be the only one in the room. Keep going, I liked it.” You replied, grinning into his skin.

“Ugh.” There was a pause, and for a second you didn’t think he was going to continue, or that he had fallen asleep; until ever so softly you heard it continue. “She’s a butcher with a smile, cut me farther.” Another long pause, and this time you really had thought he was asleep, and you had started to drift off as well. Right when you were on the brink of sleep, drifting off into a peaceful sleep you felt his lips press to your cheek followed by a mumble that you were surprised you heard considering how close to sleep you were.  “Than I’ve ever been.” 


Wow, I’m actually quite happy with this. I hadn’t planned for it to end up being cute but I like how it ended. Thanks for reading :)

these things i remember, the memories that started as seeds and grew like oaks, they overwhelm me until all i’m able to do is shout

i remember just looking at you and the words, “how are you so beautiful?” accidentally slipped out.

i remember how you told me that it could work that, “if there’s a will, there’s a way.”

i guess one half of that will faded and i am left all alone with only small reminders leading up to that day.

i delicately place them like pins to a map in my brain

losing sleep, losing time, trying to reverse the inevitable decay.

maybe it hurts so bad because i think that i was worth more than the time you gave me

for once i think that i deserved more than what you made me out to be.

and i should have known from the start,

but i never really understood why you always had a slouch to your walk until i got a glimpse inside your heart.

within it contained many other hearts, now dead and cold.

among them i saw a single one, still pink, still warm, still believing it had someone to hold.

i find that floating is now effortless and i often fear that the slightest gust of wind will send me drifting to unheard places.

body after body, all but yours appear to be faceless.

a heart’s a heavy burden but i’m tired of feeling homesick for what has been stolen.

so i am begging you, let’s put an end to this era, for what we had was never truly golden.

dear ghost of what never was, it’s time to haunt someone else.

give back what was once mine,

so i can stop using every ounce of energy i have to create makeshift love not worthy of others’ time.

you know, maybe what you did to me was for the best, because i know now that my love is as valuable as gold. it takes every fiber of my being to create and produce,

once it’s soaked up by another human, it takes a long time for me to get back and prepared for another use

even long after you named me a ghost, all i see is you,

and i am aware it’s getting old, these threads of Memories and these quilts of Past i sew,

but i can’t stop writing all these shitty poems about it because this is the only coping method i know

just letting it all sink in and burn holes in my brain until there is nothing left of you but ash and dust

and i am now realizing that what i thought was dried blood is merely rust;

this is lingering. this is dwelling.

let me put it simple, just for you: what looked like sidewalk fading away was actually my backbone returning

i was never alice and you were never wonderland and THIS, is what separates you from i, never once will i have a slouch when i stand.

—  Avery Walter Vernon

I was working on another Jane/Lisbon video but when I heard this song I just had to use it! I’m feeling a bit sad that the show is over already (and I know that’s the general consensus on tumblr as well) but I don’t plan to stop vidding them any time soon! I’ll be 80 and still making Jane and Lisbon videos ;) This show will always have a special place in my heart. I watched it from the Pilot episode premiere in 2008, almost 7 years. I usually come in on shows late in the game- so I’m not sure how I got to lucky to find this show from the beginning! I’m so glad the show ended on such an amazing note. One of the best finales for a show I’ve ever seen! Hopefully the fandom will keep the show alive for years to come (I have no doubt ;) )


“Even the smallest act of service, the simplest act of kindness, is a way to honor those we lost, a way to reclaim that spirit of unity that followed 9/11.”
—President Obama in a 2011 radio address

“If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.”
—Sandy Dahl, wife of Flight 93 pilot Jason Dahl, in Shanksville, Pa., in 2002

“One of the worst days in America’s history saw some of the bravest acts in Americans’ history. We’ll always honor the heroes of 9/11. And here at this hallowed place, we pledge that we will never forget their sacrifice.”
—President George W. Bush at the Pentagon in 2008 

“So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.”
—New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg at the World Trade Center site in 2003