why your ‘ashley williams is a space racist’ theory is garbage:
‘i can’t tell the aliens from the animals’ - given her reaction, we can assume that this is ashley’s first time being around less humanoid species like the elcor (which do look a lot like elephants). yeah it’s a rude thing to say but one rude comment (that is no less rude than, say, the things garrus says about quarians in the very same game) hardly justifies acting like she’s an irredeemable bigot
that one conversation everyone crucifies her for (’if you’re fighting a bear and the only way for you to survive is so sic your dog on it and run, you’ll do it’) - this one is literally just people misunderstanding the metaphor she uses and assuming she’s referring to aliens as animals again. the dog in her metaphor is humanity whereas the human in the metaphor is actually the council races. she’s saying that the second one of the other council races is in trouble, they’ll throw humanity aside and put themselves first. which………. she isn’t wrong about. that’s exactly what happens at the beginning of me3. ‘i don’t think we should turn down allies. i just don’t think we should bet on them staying allies.’
by me3, every single character has grown and ashley’s growth is most obvious to me in the scene where she holds a gun on shepard (her commander, friend, and possibly lover) to protect the council. you know, those aliens you claim she hates. she can also shoot udina, the human councilor, for holding a gun on, you guessed it, another alien you claim she hates
but yeah, ashley’s such a space racist
also btw i don’t want to hear your annoying, boring, repetitive hate. if you reply to this with ashley hate, i’m ignoring it and also blocking you. at this point, it’s just annoying and exhausting
Hi Ashley, first off, you're an amazing writer and I love your blog! Your Ash, you gotta help me coz I'm salty AF and our Captain has cut me real deep (I'm still fucking crying!). I just watched that Madrid interview where Andy says Michonne is the greatest love of his life (I died!) but then not only does he add that shit about JBlah but he also says SWC was 'an incredible wife'! WTFuckingF?! Please help me feel better! Your writing is amazing and I love your blog btw!
Okay, a couple of things to keep in mind before you slander our captain, lol. When he spoke of Michonne being Rick’s greatest love story, he was speaking as Andy. As in, that’s what he believes to be true about his character and this relationship. When he said the thing about Jessie, he said that Rick probably thought the same. And let’s be real, Rick’s crazy ass probably did believe that shit. 😄(Moreover, I’m pretty sure Andy just wanted to get that joke off about the hand chop, because he’s dorky like that.)
And also, Sarah Wayne Callies and Lori Grimes are two different people. Andy has a lot of love for her (and Jon Bernthal), as one would hope, no matter what their on-screen relationship turned out to be. Sarah is a great actress and she played the hell out of Lori, for better or for worse. So no, Lori wasn’t always a great wife to Rick, but Sarah was probably a great TV wife to Andy, and that’s all he meant by it. I’d be disappointed if he said anything less.
Hi! I've got this character that really sweet and never swears or anything. There's this one bit where I need him to snap because this other guy won't stay where he is but idk how to write that... love you blog btw
“No, I’m going.”
“For the love of Christ, just stay, dammit!”
“Can’t you just stay there!? Please! I’m begging!”
“You know what? This is bullshit. Stay the hell here. Don’t follow me.”
Ok, so I was submit this (thank you btw, all the credits to you!)
Is from a private acc (I usually don’t post things that come from a private acc, but I thought it was interresting) from one of the Clark’s as you can see. Now, let’s talk about the comments.
Gradma Ruth, that gradma that was on the hospital the day Freddie was “born”. For what she commented, she never saw the kid again….. let’s follow the narrative here, shall we? So, if we follow narrative: Briana hasn’t let anyone see Freddie apart from Brett, Tammi, Austin, Ashley, herself, and once in a blue moon, cybergranny?
Why we only get pics of him from this five people and only them? Not a pic from someone else from her family or a comment
(dad’s side or sted-dad side). Nothing from friends or anyone else. Isn’t that a bit weird? I mean, it’s been 10 months, why people haven’t seen this aby morethan once? Those coments were made in June and we still have got nothing from them.
So why Brett’s brother and mother were there on the day the baby was born, in the room with her, but have not seen him ever again?
Under the cut I’ll add proofs that the acc is real. Note that Ashley, Tracy and who I suppose is Ruth all follow. Also this brianajprivate acc (a fake) follows the entire family.
Hi, Sweetie! How are you? Can you make an Ashley imagine where Y/N and him has a love/hate friendship. A funny one, pleaaaase? Love your tumblr, btw.
I just feel like writing Ashley right now, I know I have older requests I should work on, but I’m a little tired of cutesy Andy stuff, this’ll be fun ^-^
(Y/T/N) - your twitter name
You were angry. You should’ve known better than to go out in a group including Ashley, but you thought having Jake and Jinxx around would keep him from fucking with you, but you were wrong.
@(Y/T/N) got a little too turnt last night!! #passedout
Ashley had posted a selfie of himself with you passed out on his couch in the background. You weren’t even sure how you’d gotten to his house. You groaned and sat up. Checking your social media was how you usually recalled the events of an excursion with Ashley. You could always trust him to do that sort of dumb shit.
“Morning sleepy bitch,” Ashley said to you and you groaned, his voice too loud for your liking.
“Fuck off,” you told him, and he chuckled, loudly. You scowled and covered your ears, squeezing your eyes closed to block out the things that were making your head pound.
“What happened last night?” you questioned when he started making his breakfast/lunch.
“Well, you were all ready to have sex, and apparently my make-out skills put your to sleep,” he chuckled, grabbing a bottle of asprin and throwing it to you. You groaned, the rattling of the pills too loud for you.
“God, I must’ve been pretty fucked up to be okay with having sex with you,” you told him rubbing your head and popping two of the pills, swallowing them with water straight from the tap.
“Animal,” he laughed, kicking you lightly in the ass so that you moved forward and got water in your nose.
“Ass hat,” you told him, sticking him the finger and grabbing a random towel to dry your face with.
“Don’t blow your nose in it, Jesus, have some manners,” he told you and you smacked him in the arm.
“There’s water in my nose, and it’s going to drown me,” you told him and he scoffed.
“You are such a drama queen,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“This coming from Ashley Purdy, the king and the queen of drama? What a high honor,” you said, pretending like he hadn’t just insulted you.
“Please, if I’m the king and queen of drama you’re God.”
“I am God,” you said non-chalantly.
“Okay, Light, if you say so,” he told you with a smirk and you hit him in the shoulder.
“Is my car here?” you asked him, and he shook his head.
“Let me eat something and I’ll drive you back to the bar so you can pick it up,” he offered and you nodded.
“Do you mind if I shower? I smell like sweat and booze,” you told him and he nodded.
“Yeah, I was actually going to ask if you would, I don’t want you stinking up my car,” he said with a small smirk on his lips, and you punched him in the shoulder.
“You’re such a jerk. Loan me some jeans and a shirt?” you asked, looking at the party dress you didn’t want to be seen in this early in the morning.
“Yeah, sure, you know where they are,” he told you, and you nodded.
“Thanks,” you told him. On your way out of the kitchen you opened up all of the cabinets that you could reach just because you knew he hated it.
“Bitch!” he called after you, not angrily, just like a fact of life.
“And a beautiful one at that!” you returned, and you thought you heard him say something sarcastic, but you weren’t really paying attention.
You were in the middle of washing your hair when Ashley opened the door. You groaned and he stuck you the finger, which you could just see through the frosted glass of his shower door.
“It’s my bathroom, bitch,” he told you and you rolled your eyes at him, not that he saw.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Fuck you,” you told him rinsing the soap out of your hair.
“You almost did,” he reminded you and you groaned.
“God, that’s a drunk decision I’ll never live down. Thank god I’m a lightweight.”
“You actually matched CC for a while, I was pretty impressed,” he said and you shrugged.
“Did you touch me while I was out?” you asked him suddenly and you was silent. You could just feel him smirking.
“What, it was just your boobs,” he said and you opened the door slightly to look at him indignantly.
“What the fuck!?” you questioned and he smirked at you from the mirror where he was putting on a little bit of make up.
“It’s not like you don’t let me do it. Plus it took me a minute to realize you were passed out. I was pretty out of it too. I put all your clothes back on though, that has to count for something,” he defended himself.
“You are such a dick,” you told him, slamming the door.
“Hurry up, I don’t have all day.” He told you and you made a noise that you knew pissed him off. It was something between a scoff and a groan, and it annoyed the shit out of him. It was like your secret weapon against his bullshit.
“You started to wash yourself and you were taken aback at the hickies you hadn’t noticed on your inner thighs.
“Ashley, what the fuck!”
“I didn’t do it!” he said immediately, and you poked your head out of the shower.
“I’m covered in hickies!” you told him angrily, and he smirked.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. I recant that. I did do that,” he said and you glared at him.
“I’m going to cut your balls off in your sleep,” you threated.
“Will you give me one last blow job before you do?” he asked with an evil smirk. “Even drunk you give pretty good head.”
“I’m kidding,” he laughed at the look on your face. “You should’ve seen yourself. It was hilarious, that face,” he clutched his side, “Priceless.”
You flicked him off and went back to showering.
When you were ready to get out Ashley snuck out the door, and you reached for your towel, but didn’t find it.
“Fuck,” you whispered, knowing what he’d done already.
“Bring me my towel you bastard!” you yelled at him, and you could hear him laughing in the other room.
“Come and get it, (Y/N).”
“Bastard.” You mumbled, wringing out your hair on his rug so that it would be wet and hopefully mildew.
You poked your head out the bathroom door and he was standing there, your towel and the clothes you’d taken from his bedroom in his hand, just out of reach for you.
“Ashley, this isn’t funny,” you told him and he chuckled.
“Yeah, it really is,” he said, and you glared at him.
He took a step back. “The longer it takes you to come out the farther away I’m going to get.”
“You are such an ass hat.”
“Hey, Ash, is (Y/N) still here?” you heard someone ask from the other room and your eyes widened.
“Ash,” you said, seriously.
“Come and get it,” he said, shaking your towel at you.
“Ash, please, you know how I feel about this stuff,” you told him, and he frowned.
“Yeah, man, stay back there okay?” he said, and then he continued teasing you.
“Ashley,” you said and he sighed.
“I’ll meet you half way,” he conceited, and you sighed in relief. He was almost in your reach and right before you could grab the towel you were startled by a yell from somewhere else in the apartment and fell on your face.
Ashley threw the towel over you quickly, leaving the clothes beside you as he pushed Jake none-too-gently back into the front room.
You scrambled up and back into the bathroom, mortified.
You were nearly dry when you heard Ashley knock on the door.
“I can’t believe you did that,” you told him angrily.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was here,” he told you honestly and you leaned against the door.
“Sure you didn’t,” you told him, pulling on his jeans and shirt.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), please don’t be mad.”
You sighed and leaned against the door, “I’m not mad.”
“Yes you are,” he said and you opened the door.
“No, I’m really not,” you assured him, and he made a face at you.
“Bitch,” he said and you shrugged.
“See, you are mad!” he said indignantly, and you smiled.
“Ass hat,” you said under your breath, low enough that he couldn’t hear you.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised and you had to hide your smirk. You were starting to think you were evil.
“You don’t have to do that, Ash, I’m not mad.” You told him, and it wasn’t a lie, but the way you said it was making him think you were mad.
“Whoa, lover’s spat?” Jake asked and you giggled silently, giving him a quick wink so he could be in on the joke. He smirked and sat back, waiting for your master plan to unfold.
“No, nothing like that,” you said, knowing that your usually response was something like “wifey is being a little bitch,” and anything other than that would add to the ruse.
“Come on, (Y/N), I said sorry. Is this about the hickies? You were still awake for those, I swear, and I was just kidding about the other thing. Don’t be mad,” he pouted, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing. You went into his kitchen and poured yourself a drink, because you didn’t usually drink in the mornings, and Ashley knew that.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He pleaded, and you smiled.
“I know you are, Ash, and I forgive you,” you said, downing your drink straight.
“Please don’t be mad,”
“I’m not mad, Ash, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Stop being mad,” he pouted.
You smiled at him and gave him a soft peck on the lips.
“Man, you guys are all the relationship with none of the sex,” Jake laughed, and you rolled your eyes at him.
“Sex is pointless anyway,” you said, knowing that it would push Ashley’s buttons.
“Sex is not pointless, it’s amazing, and you were all ready for it last night!”
“Well I was also drunk last night, so obviously I wasn’t in my right mind, especially if YOU were going to be the one I did it with.”
“What? What’s wrong with me? I’m amazing at sex!”
“I never said you weren’t, but I still wouldn’t want to have sex with you,” you said, looking at him with a sort of apprehensiveness. He pouted for a moment then smiled.
“You’re not mad!” He yelled, picking you up and spinning you around.
“Get your hands off of me, fuck face,” you told him and he smiled.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, but then didn’t let go of you.
“Ashley!” you growled, and he just threw you over his shoulder.
“Bastard! Jake, help me!”
“She was never mad,” Jake said to Ashley and you gaped.
“(Y/N)!” he yelled in return and you hit Ashley in the back when you realized that he must be planning something sinister.
“Ashley! Let me go!” you demanded, and you shook his head.
“Ashley! Where are you taking me! Ashley!” you yelled at him, and he chuckled.
“I’m going to start screaming, Ashley!” you threated, and he just chuckled.
“No you’re not.”
He got in the elevator and you knew immediately that you were in for something big.
“Ashley!” you shrieked, making him put his finger to his ear in pain, but he didn’t drop you.
“I’m going to kill you so hard!”
“kill is to do as passion is to sex.”
“That doesn’t even make sense! Put me down Ashley!”
“I’m going to put you down, don’t worry about that.” He chuckled and you started shrieking.
He was going to throw you in the pool.
“Ashley!!” You screamed at him just as he flung your body into the pool.
“You bastard!” you screamed at him from the water and he was clutching his sides with laughter.
“Nice and wet, (Y/N)?” he asked and you glared.
“Well the joke’s on you, because this is your shirt and pants getting bleached in here,” you told him and that shut him up.
“Fuck. (Y/N), come out, please!”
“No, I don’t think I will,” you told him with a sly smile, swimming around the pool for a minute.
“(Y/N), please, that’s one of my favorite shirts.”
“I know, that’s why I wore it,” you smirked.
“Please, (Y/N), I’m sorry.”
“You’re also stupid.” You smiled, “Say it and I’ll get out,”
“Say it,” you giggled.
“I’m stupid, now come on, get out of the pool.”
“Fine, but just so you know if I’d had my phone on me I’d strip right here and leave this shit at the bottom of the pool,” you told him, and he helped you out of the pool.
“Alright, I get it, go change so I can try and get the chlorine off of that before it fades too much,” he said, and you smirked. His plans always seemed to backfire on him.
I say this, because I feel like Bechloe kinda overtakes the fandom? There’s other people besides the Jeca shippers and Bechloe shippers and I feel like sometimes we’re tossed aside.
Not saying I don’t ship Bechloe, it’s just not even close to my OTP in this fandom.
No one acknowledges the Mitchsen fandom which is like the second most popular girl/girl ship. No one acknowledges Chaubrey or Steca or (sometimes) Staubrey, and Chacie was just a one week thing that I was really excited for but now it’s gone.
It’s terrible that Staubrey is known as a ‘minority ship’ yet it’s basically the second/third most popular girl/girl one in the fandom.
No one acknowledges the other ships that don’t involve the main four girls, like Stynthia or Dynthia or Jessley/Jashley, or Lamy or whatever. It’s kinda hard because I basically ship everything super hard BESIDES Bechloe and Jeca, so all my ships are completely ignored. You know how hard it is to find a long Staubrey fic? Or a Chacie one at all? Jessley/Jashley, or Chaubrey?
And posts about them, that’s even harder.
There’s other ships besides Bechloe, not saying that EVERYONE doesn’t recognize it, but there’s some.
P.S please write me more Jessica x Ashley fanfiction with side Stemily and Chaubrey thank you
Had the day off I needed as a birthday present to myself.
It was the absolute perfect day at the Renaissance Festival. Perfect weather, only half full because it was a weekday, bought some nice smelly bath stuff and a cute metal button that says “nevertheless she persisted” to put on my backpack. Bonus, got flagged down by one of the guys working the food booths because of my Gilmore’s Glorious Goods shirt, and got to commiserate in person with someone about last night’s episode.
Drove back to town mid-afternoon, sat down at a restaurant to read and eat. Came home to finish that book and read the entirety of its sequel, partially while using some of the nice new smelly bath stuff.
(Rec, btw: if you’re a fan of erotic romance and have a taste for kinky femdom, Kristen Ashley’s The Deep End and The Farthest Edge are fabulous. There’s not enough femdom in romance, honestly. I need a million more books like these. And I’m glad I checked the author’s blog to find out that yes, Stellan and Sixx’s story is going to be the third in the trilogy, because that’s bound to be a doozy.)
My ankles are unhappy with all the walking I did today, but otherwise, it was wonderful to spend a whole day away from home and work and the internet and just be by myself and get some fresh air and recharge. And now, maybe I can get more than the 5 hours of sleep my body allowed me after staying up for last night’s last-ditch effort of terror and cruelty by Matt Mercer.
Can you do a imagine where Ashley is a nervous first time father? He is left home alone with his daughter/son for the first time. He’s trying to figure things out. :)
I’ve wanted to write this request since I first got it. I thought it was going to be so cute, but I didn’t have any inspiration. This is what we call a sudden inconvient stroke of inspiration. I’ve been busy helping my parents with cleaning and Christmas things, so I haven’t had much time to write but what time I did have I dedicated to this. I hope you guys like it. BTW I don’t know how babies work, so yeah 🙈
“Thanks Ash, I really need a couple hours away from the baby. The girls and I will be back ASAP,” you said to him, kissing his lips and then pecking your baby girl on the forehead. “Mommy will be back soon, baby girl, don’t miss me too much,” you giggled and then gave Ash another kiss.
“I love you,” you told Ashley and he smiled, doing his best to hide his nerves. This was the first time you’d be leaving him alone with Abigail in the six months since she’d been born.
“I love you, too, and don’t worry about us, baby and daddy are going to have a great time together,” he laughed, trying to pass off the fear. What if he dropped her? He’d yet to do so, but what if he did this one time while you were gone. He wouldn’t know what to do.
“Glad to hear it. You’ll have to tell me all about the daddy daughter bonding time when I get home,” you laughed and then heard your best friend honking her horn, trying to hurry you along. “See you later guys,” you laughed as you flitted out the door.
Once you were gone Ash looked down at Abigail.
“So it’s just you and daddy,” he said, smiling down at your daughters smiling baby face. She had your eyes and Ashley’s skin, she was a beautiful girl, and his pride and joy, but he was so afraid that he was going to screw up. Not just now, while you weren’t there, but when she was older too. What if he wasn’t a good father? He’d been a man whore for so long, before you he never would’ve considered settling down. What if he wasn’t cut out for this life? What if he let her down?
Abigail giggled, and brought Ashley back to his senses.
“You’re beautiful,” he chuckled, tickling her baby belly. She screeched a laugh out and he smiled down at her, going to the couch to sit and play with her. He laid her down on his lap and cooed to her while playing with her feet.
“Who’s a pretty baby?” he asked in a baby voice and she put her fingers in her mouth, looking at her father curiously. “Do you know whose a pretty baby?” He asked again, and she smiled. “You’re a pretty baby, Abigail’s a pretty baby!” she started to giggle and he laughed. “You’re just Daddy’s Purdy girl, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He laughed and made her feet move in a sort of running motion. “You can be Daddy’s little athlete, or his pilot, or his rockstar!” He laughed as Abigail continue to giggle still biting on her fingers. He reached over the side of the couch and have her a teething ring to gnaw on instead and she happily bit on it, now barely paying attention to her father. He smiled at her concentrated little face as she meticulously bit on the ring he’s given her. He didn’t care what she did, so long as she was happy he’d be happy.
He cradled her head gently and moved her so she was lying across his arm. He reclined on the chair and turned the tv on to one of the baby channels. He glanced at the screen occasionally that was just on for white noise while he watched his baby girl.
“Wow, you’re not watching this shot when you get old enough for television,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
A few more minutes passed and suddenly Abigail started to cry. He envied you for being able to tell the difference between her cries he always had to guess which one it was. Thankfully, though unthankfully, it was obvious which cry it was as he smelt the fullness of her diaper. He wrinkled his nose, never having liked changing diapers but he wasn’t going to just leave her in her own filth. He carefully picked up his infant daughter and went the the nursery to change her, he cringed at the contents of his daughters diaper and she giggled.
“You’re too young to enjoy torturing me,” he said with mock sternness and she giggled again. “Little brat of mine,” he changed her diaper slowly, his hands unsure and fumbling. You were ways so quick to changer her diapers, he envied you. He threw the diaper in the trash and left the nursery with a now smiling baby in hand. She yawned and he laughed.
“Does my Purdy girl need a nap?” he asked and laughed when she leaned her head against his chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled. He didn’t feel like letting go of her just yet so he decided to let her sleep in the bed you shared and he let her rest curled against his chest. He gently rubbed her back and she fell asleep. He smiled at her sleeping face. She was so precious. He dreaded to think that one day he’d have to release her into a world full of guys like him. He was a decent human now, but… He still didn’t like the idea. He wanted to savor these simple moments before things got complicated. He hummed nothing’s to her sleeping form and soon found himself asleep as well.
When you got home that was how you found them. Ashley was sleeping on his back while Abigail laid on his stomach. You were going to have to tell him that actually wasn’t safe but for the moment you just smiled at the sight of the two most important people in the world to you sleeping peacefully and happily.
You laid down on the bed beside Ash playing with a loose strand of his hair, watching to make sure he didn’t move too suddenly and hurt the baby. “Ashley,” you murmured, kissing his cheek. “I’m back, Purdy boy,” you said and he slowly woke up a smile on his face.
“How was my favorite Purdy Girl’s afternoon?” he asked, still half asleep and you smiled up at him as he wrapped his other arm around you.
“Good, and I’m guessing so was yours?” you asked and he chuckled.
“Yeah, we should do Daddy daughter bonding more often,” he said kissing your forehead.
“Yeah, but babe, it’s not safe for her to sleep ok her stomach,” you told him and he looked at Abigail guiltily as he slowly sat up with her.
“I keep fucking up,” he said and you laughed.
“Don’t worry, babe,” you said wrapping an arm around his waist and looking lovingly at the beautiful little girl the two of you had made, “you’ll get the hang of it. I had nine months of preparation that you didn’t get,” you kissed his collarbone since it was the most easy to reach part of him. “You’re doing great.”
“Is it weird that I’m already worrying about her future?” He asked and you giggled.
“Not at all. It’d be bad if you weren’t but you really shouldn’t. Our Purdy Girl is going to do just fine,” you assured him, smiling down at the sleeping face of your angel.
“What makes you say that?” He questioned and you smiled up at him.
“With parents like us she’ll be great,” you told him and he smiled.
“Yeah, we are pretty great, and that’s genetic, you know,” he said, playing along.
“I do know, and that’s how I know she’ll be fine,” you lightly kissed his lips. “You’re going to be a great father, Ashley.” You told him sincerely snuggling closer to him and he held you a little closer.
“I hope so,” he murmured, looking down at your daughter. “I just want to give her everything.”
You laced your fingers with his and smiled. “So do I,” you told him and grinned. “She’s going to be just as bratty as her father,” you giggled and he nudged you slightly, making Abigail stir.
She groaned and then started to wail.
“If you wanna nap I can go feed her,” you offered, but he shook his head.
“I got it babe,” he assured you, unravelling himself from you and getting up. “You rest.”
As he walked out with your daughter you smiled at his attempts to comfort the crying child. He really was going to be an amazing father.
idk why im making this but i have a few i just wanted to get out there
ashley went through that phase. you know. that phase. that scene/emo phase where she wore nothing but black beanies and band tees and wrote bad poetry in notebooks that she filled weekly. she hates all of it and was going to burn them before her mother scolded her and said “ashley you should always keep your past work to see how you’ve improved”
she has a tumblr blog where she takes writing requests for fandoms and posts random stuff shes working on. shes gained quite a dedicated fan base.
despite this ashley much prefers writing with pen and paper because it makes her feel more accomplished to fill up an entire notebook
ashley writes smut for her friends. mostly jessica. actually, exclusively for jessica because shes the only one whos ever asked. its actually pretty hardcore stuff but ashleys weirdly okay with writing it for her and will just pass her small stacks of paper in the hallway like “oh btw heres that thing you wanted, ill have the next chapter to you next week”
ashley is the queen of trivial pursuit. all that useless knowledge from watching too many quiz shows comes in handy.
Gerard Way (my chemical romance), Mattew Nicholls( bring me the horizon), Chester Bennington linkin
park), Brendon Urie (panic! at the disco), Daniel Flint (you me at six), Paul Gray (slipknot), Matthew Healy (The 1975), George Daniel (The 1975), Alex Koehler (chelsea grin), Kellen McGregor (memphis may fire), Phil Manansala (of mice & men), Eddie Hermida (suicide silence)
Kellin Quinn (sleeping with sirens), Jaime Preciado (pierce the veil), Patrick Stump (fall out boy), elliot Gruenberg (blessthefall), Matt Helders (arctic monkeys), Michael Pritchard (greenday), Zack Merrick (all time low), Denis Stoff (asking Alexandria), Christian Coma (black veil brides), Joey Jordison (slipknot), Chris Henderson (3 doors down), David Escamilla (crown the empire), Shawn Jump (icon for hire), Devin Sola (motionless in white)
Lee Malia (bring me the horizon), Pete Wentz (fall out boy), Matt Kean (bring me the horizon), Krist Novoselic (nirvana), Andey Hurley (fall out boy), Jack Barakat (all time low), Cameron Liddell (asking Alexandria), Zac Farro, Ron Ficarro (falling in reverse) , Derek Jones (falling in reverse), Dallon Weekes (panic! at the disco), Adam Hann (the 1975), Ross MacDonald (the 1975), Ahren Stringer (the amity affliction), Michael Thomas (bullet for my valentine), Andrew Velasquez (crown the empire), Alan Ashby (of mice & men), Dan Kenny (suicide silence), Jenna McDougall (tonight alive), Whakaio Taahi (tonight alive)
Ashton Irwin (5 seconds of summer), Luke Hemmings (5 seconds of summer), Ray Toro (my chemical romance), Jordan Fish (bring me the horizon), Matt Traynor (blessthefall), Jamie cook (arctic monkeys), Nick O'Malley (arctic monkeys), JT tollas (famous last words), Rocky Gray (evanescence/we are the fallen), Benn Suede (crown the empire), Matty Mullins (memphis may fire), Angelo Parente (motionless in white)
Jake pitts (black veil brides), Joshua Franceschi (you me a six), Jason Richards (chelsea grin), Jake Garland (memphis may fire), Aaron Pauley (of mice & men), Taylor Momsen (the pretty reckless)
Mikey Way (my chemical romance), Jared Warth (blessthefall), Joe trohman (fall out boy), Danny worsnop (asking alexandria), Ryan Seaman (falling in reverse), Ricky Olson (motionless in White), joshua Balz (motionless in white), Alex Babinski (pvris)
Josh Farro (paramore), Jim Root (slipknot), Shawn Crahan (slipknot), Brandon Barnes (rise against), Brad Arnold (3 doors down), Terry Balsamo (evanescence), Ryan burt (the amity affliction), Michael Paget (bullet for my valentine, Ariel Bloomer (Icon for hire), Chris Cerulli (motionless in white), Nick Rossi (new years day), Austin Carlile (of mice & men), Mitch Lucker (suicide silence)
Oliver Sykes (bring me the horizon), Michael Clifford (5 seconds of summer), Frank Iero (my chemical romance), Justin Hills (sleeping with sirens), Gabe Barham (sleeping with sirens), Jason White (greenday), Ben Bruce (asking Alexandria), kenneth Harris (panic! at the disco), Mick Thomson (slipknot), Tim mcllrath (rise against), Joe Principe (rise against), Travis Barker (Blink-182), Cory Elder (memphis may fire), Alex Lopez (suicide silence)
Mike Fuentes (pierce the veil), Nick Martin (sleeping with sirens), Brad Delson (linkin park), Beau Bokan (blessthefall), Tré cool (green day), Alex Gaskarth (all time low), Rian Dawson (all time low), Taylor York (paramore), Ronnie Radke (falling in reverse), Max Green (falling in reverse), Christopher Miller (you me at six), Corey Taylor (slipknot), Greg Upchurch (3 doors down), Amy Lee (evanescence), Tom Delonge (blink-182), Brent Teddie (crown the empire), Mike Hranica (the Devil wears Prada), Jeremy Depoyster (the devil wears prada), Daniel Williams (the devil wears prada), Mark Heylum (suicide silence), Chris Garza (suicide silence), Jake Hardy (tonight alive)
Dave Grohl (nirvana+ foo fighters), Rob Bourdon (linkin park), Alex Turner (arctic Monkeys), James Cassells (asking alexadria), Hayley Williams (paramore), Andy Biersack (black veil brides), Jinxx (black veil brides), Sid Wilson (slipknot), Zach Blair (rise against), Matt Roberts (3 doors down), Joel Birch (the amity affliction), Matthew Tuck (bullet for my valentine), Jason James (bullet for my valentine), Brandon Hoover (crown the empire), Josh Kincheloe (icon for hire), Ryan Sitkowski (motionless in white), Cameron Adler (tonight alive)
Vic Fuentes (pierce the veil), Calum Hood (5 seconds of summer), Jack Fowler (sleeping with sirens), Mike Shinoda (linkin park), Dave Farrell (linkin park), Eric Lambert (blessthefall), Billie joe Armstrong (greenday), Jeremy Davis (paramore), Jacky Vincent (falling in reverse), Ashley Purdey (black veil brides), Craig Jones (slipknot), Todd Harrell (3 doors down), Ben Moody (evanescence/we are the fallen), Valentino Arteaga (of mice & men), Brian MacDonald (pvris)
Kurt Cobain (nirvana), Tony Perry (pierce the veil), James Dewees (my chemical romance), Joseph Hahn (linkin park), Sam Battley (asking Alexandria), Max Helyer (you me at six), Matthew Barnes (you me at six), Chris Fehn (slipknot), Mark Hoppus (blink-182), Hayden Tree (crown the empire), Adam Kronshagen (icon for hire), Ashley Costello (new years day), Lyndsey Gunnulfsen (pvris)
the genres of these bands vary from poprock, poppunk, rock, punk, grunge, metal, post-hardcore, metalcore, deathcore and indie.
btw. if you guys want me to add another band, just message me and I'll edit it. probably gonna edit anyway, just thought of a few bands to add
Request: Can you do something like the reader is a student or something and she’s like doing something normal (idk) and she walks in on gabriel and the boys killing demons and then afterwards gabriel convinces the guys to take her to bunker to explain (bc he thinks she is cute) and then she & gabriel hit it off? I love this blog btw, it’s my favorite!!!
Warnings: Some swearing and fluff towards the end. Oneshot.
Author’s note: I apologize ahead of time for not answering the ask first before writing this, so to whoever requested this I am deeply sorry about that. Also sorry for the really weird spacing, tumblr is weird about when I transfer things from google docs to here.
Word Count: 1,805
School was a giant pain in the ass. You’d thought that all through high school and even in college it still rings true. All the lectures, the cold walks to the dorms at night, the shitty dorm food, and lets not forget all the papers you had to write to equal a great big mess of stress. So what if you skipped one class? It really wouldn’t matter, the professor probably wouldn’t even notice anyway.
You had decided to walk leisurely around campus that Friday evening, the sun setting and the trees swaying gently with the wind as you went. Being a first year student meant that there were some parts of the campus you had yet been to, especially the buildings meant for graduate students. They were a lot smaller and bit older from the look of them. Around this time of day, no one was really in them either, save some professors and maybe a janitor.