your-perfect-weapon

Self confidence is a power house. I was fresh out the shower this morning checking off my mental to do list- and it keeps growing. And with the future I am building for my family, it will never stop growing. I’m coming for what we all deserve. Wellness. A healthy relationship with your situations. Mindfulness and self reflection. This personal introspection is your super power- it is your perfect for every situation, weapon. And I’ve been running at such a speed it’s been a while since I’ve slowed down and been thankful for what I see when I look in the mirror. Today I have my health, my mind and minimal bloat in sight. It’s the “little things” that I take in great stride. And today, I’m full of self reflection and proud of how far I’ve come –even with the never ending to do list reminding me how far I’ve got to go. #mombodappreciationpost

My Chemical Romance x Reader : Not Alone

A/N: hello everyone! thank you so much, you guys are honestly the best. requests, questions, and comments are appreciated and always accepted. there are mentions of scars and self harm in this one, as well as bullying, so be aware. (sorry i feel like I do such a shitty job with trigger warnings…) hope you like this one! :)

Anonymous said:
please could you write a MCR imagine where you’re in the band as the drummer and you’re also Gerard and Mikey’s little sister and you’re depressed and have anxiety and they all help you to get through it? thanks!

(it is gender neutral despite the request, the reader is their younger sibling)

Cool, refreshing, cold water splashed on your face as you got ready that morning, wiping it off with a towel and staring at your reflection in the mirror. You looked into your own eyes, as if facing your worst fear, before shaking your head and walking out of the room, going to your closet and picking out what to wear today. You hated yourself. So much. Everything you did was wrong, everything you said was wrong, and everything about you was wrong. It felt like everywhere you went, you just managed to fuck everything up. You carefully slid off your shirt, careful not to brush too hard against the scars, before slipping on a band hoodie and some black ripped jeans with your sneakers.

There was a knock on your door and you drew in a deep breath. That was always your first reaction to everything, and you hated it. Someone does something and you’re scared. You’re always scared. You’re afraid of failing and being judged and being hated and you’re terrified that you’ll never be good enough for anyone. Nobody knows that though. Not even your two older brothers Mikey and Gerard. You were good at hiding your emotions, almost as good as you were hiding your scars. You put on that fake smile and spoke up. “You can come in!” you called.

“You okay?” Mikey wondered, opening up the door and stepping in.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reassured. “Why?”

“Band practice is in half an hour,” he reminded. “You’re coming, right?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “Why would I ever miss one?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Maybe you think we’re all insane.”

“As if I’m not,” you rolled your eyes.

“Come on, Gerard’s making coffee and then we’ll head out,” he decided.

“Got it,” you nodded and then followed him out the door to your bedroom and to the kitchen where Gerard was pouring his coffee into a to go cup.

“You ready?” Gerard raised his eyebrows.

“Yup,” Mikey responded.

You all three hopped in the car, blasting one of Gerard’s favorite albums until you reached the studio, where Frank and Ray were pretend sword fighting with your drumsticks. “Hey!” you warned, and they instantly turned towards you. “You’re acting immature.”

“We know,” Ray chuckled.

“Your drumsticks are the perfect weapons though,” Frank complained as you grabbed them out of their hands. “Just imagine impaling someone in the face with one of those things.”

“Maybe another day,” you joked. “But we’ve got to practice, remember?”

“Geez, can’t we have a little fun?” Ray complained.

“No, y/n is right. We get way off track and we’re never able to focus,” Gerard argued. “Let’s get some work done and then we’ll take a break. Sound good?”

“Okay,” you all agreed.

It didn’t take long before you got a couple songs practiced, and you even recorded one, which didn’t take too many tries. Whenever you reached for your water bottle though, Frank would constantly steal it, which ticked you off at first but later learned to laugh off. Ray always helped you when you got lost on a certain part, especially on the tricky ones. Mikey was constantly teasing you, but it was always playful, and you would stick your tongue out him whenever he made a stupid comment. Gerard kept praising you, keeping you strong and smiling, and after you were all done, you were covered in sweat and absolutely exhausted.

“I say we go get something to eat!” Ray announced. “I’m starving.”

“Let’s go get burgers,” Mikey whined. “I’m hungry too.”

“I’m driving!” Frank shouted happily, and you all put down your instruments and hopped in his car, a bit cramped, but used to it by now. You had to fit three in the back, and luckily, you had gotten in shotgun quick enough as to not have to put up with that chaos.

“I’m pretty sure Mikey’s ass is in my face,” Ray muffled.

“So what? I bet you like it,” Frank smirked.

“Shut up,” Mikey groaned.

“When are we going to get there?” Gerard wondered.

“You’re all crazy,” you laughed as Frank finally pulled in the drive thru. You all screamed out your orders to him and after you got food, decided to head to your house and hang out there. The burgers didn’t last very long though, seeing as you had all scarfed it down on the ride there, and by the time you got to the house, not a crumb was left.

“There should be soda in the fridge,” Mikey explained. “Parents are out of town.”

“Sweet!” Frank grinned. “Let’s go get the beer!”

“Frank,” Gerard warned.

“We can throw a party,” Frank insisted. “We’ll go wild!”

“Not in this house you won’t,” Mikey crossed his arms. “You’re insane. We would get murdered for that.”

“Scaredy cat,” Ray teased.

“Whatever,” Mikey shook his head. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to go watch Jaws. You can join me if you want.”

“Sure, why not,” Gerard shrugged, following behind him.

“Sounds neat,” Ray agreed.

“You coming too, y/n?” Frank wondered.

“Um…” you thought about it hard. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and then you shook your head. “Nah, I think I’m going to go to my room.”

“You sure?” Frank persisted.

“Yeah,” you reassured. “It’s fine.”

“Well come down if you get lonely,” he reminded.

“Thanks,” you gave a half smile and then went to your room, taking your phone out of your pocket. You instantly groaned. You never got a break. No matter where you went, people were always being mean to you. It seemed like the boys in the band were the only ones that understood you, but you were younger than them and after all, they were originally your brothers’ friends and not yours. You glanced at the missed phone call, from your so called friends, who were actually the biggest jerks on the face of the planet. They treated you like shit, but they were the only people at your school who would even care enough to talk to you, so you felt desperate to hang around with them. You saw them call again, and you closed your eyes tight before accepting the call.

“Is this y/n?” his voice snapped. Yup, it was him. Only one of the five friends who constantly hated on you.

“What do you want?” you tried to be brave.

“Did you just raise your voice with me, asshole?” he demanded. You flinched, hearing him raise his voice like that got you so nervous.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammered.

“Give me the fucking phone!” you heard another voice scream in the background, and you instantly recognized it as the bitch you had thrown your book bag in the trash a couple days ago.

“I’m busy okay,” you lied. “I have to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” she hissed through the phone. “Meet us at the parking lot of the mall in ten minutes. Don’t bring anyone else.”

“I can’t,” you argued. “I’m-”

“Lies,” she replied. “I know you’re home. We passed by your house, your bike’s on the porch and your stupid brothers’ cars are the driveway. Mall in nine minutes. If you don’t show up, we’re coming to get you. Understand?”

“Y-yeah,” you gulped. “Sorry.”

“You better be,” she warned. And with that, they hung up.

You took a shaky breath and put held your head in your hands. What the fuck were you going to do? Once they had tried to pull this crap with you before, and you didn’t follow their directions. It resulted in being humiliated at school the next day, constantly harassed, which included being pantsed in front of the entire cafeteria, locked inside your own locker, having chewed gum in your hair, as well as a couple more extremely embarrassing horrors. The second time they tried to get you to do this shit, the weird phone call and the strange meeting place, they had thrown you in a river, as well as stolen your things, shattered your phone, and broke your earbuds. They were cruel and mean and whenever you tried telling a teacher at school, they didn’t believe you, and didn’t care. You wouldn’t dare telling Mikey or Gerard, mainly because they were busy with their own things, especially the band. You didn’t want to pour your problems on them. They had enough of their own.

So you dealt with it yourself. It was pills and blades and crying and panic attacks, anxiety swallowing you up whole and being drowned in depression. There seemed as if there was no escape, well, until one day you came home and Gerard had explained to you that they needed a new drummer for their band, My Chemical Romance. You loved your brothers’ crazy band, mainly because you had always hung out at their practices when you didn’t want to do your homework, was bored, or just wanted to tag along. You loved their music, and you played a little drums, but Gerard had insisted that you’d be great for the spot. Mikey helped give you some drumming books and it didn’t take long before you started becoming a real pro, and you realized that playing the drums helped block out all the distractions, worries, and fears in your mind. It made you forget about the bullies and your anxiety and your depression and channeled all your energy, passion, and anger into the music, which resulted in what Frank had called “rad as fuck drumming skills,” whatever that meant.

But now, with band practice over and the boys downstairs and you being all alone, with the phone call in your mind and bullies threatening you, it was as if you had no choice. You wanted to crawl in a ball and hide, just disappear, or maybe to reach for a different relief, but no. It was best you just followed their instructions. You took a deep breath and decided to put your phone on silent, slipping it in your pocket and walking to the front door, when a voice behind you stopped you. “Hey, y/n?” someone asked. You turned around, facing Ray.

“Oh uh, hi,” you waved hesitantly.

“Where are you going?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Nowhere,” you quickly told him.

“I think it’s somewhere,” he narrowed his eyes.

“Just um, I have to go get something. It will be really quick,” you explained.

“You know I can drive you,” he offered. “You don’t have to walk.”

“I actually have a bike,” you told him. “It’s not too far.”

“Can you at least tell me where you’re going?” he ran a hand through his poofy hair.

“Where I’m going? I’m going to…” you racked your brain for an excuse. “I’m buying Mikey a birthday present.”

“But his birthday is-” Ray began but you shook your head.

“We’re celebrating early this year,” you informed.

“Oh,” he replied, a confused look on his face. “Okay.”

“I’ll be back soon,” you reassured. “It won’t take long.”

“Well don’t you want me to tell your brothers that you’ll be gone?” he inquired.

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Right,” he nodded slowly. “Okay then.”

“Please, just don’t tell. For me?” you begged.

“It’s fine,” he rolled his eyes. “You go have fun, wherever the hell you’re going.”

“Thank you so much Ray,” you gasped, racing out the door and checking your phone. Holy shit, you only had three minutes to get all the way to the mall. You did not have enough time. You jumped on your bike and pedaled as fast as you could, panting and gasping as you barely made it to the parking lot, and it didn’t take long before you found your stupid friends and their skateboards by the entrance to a restaurant on the side of the mall.

“You’re late, you twit,” one of the girls put her hands on her hips.

“That only results in even more punishment,” one of the boys chuckled.

“Miserable little thing,” another girl shook her head. “You just never learn, do you?”

“Just let me go,” you pleaded. “I’m busy.”

“With what?” a boy teased. “Your stupid brothers’ band? Aren’t they all gay emo vampires? They just scream in the microphones about blood and shit, wearing their eyeliner and pretending to be so cool, dying their hair black and acting like total retards.”

“You take that back you son of a bitch!” you screamed.

“Make me,” he challenged, punching your stomach, making you double over.

“You’re going to regret you ever said that,” the other boy shook his head, shoving you to the ground. You gasped, your face making harsh contact with the pavement. It hurt like hell.

“Such a shame you’re related to them,” one of the girls clicked her tongue. “You turned out to be even more of a screw up than your brothers.” She kicked you in the side, making you clench your stomach and cough violently. Your head was throbbing and your stomach felt like complete shit, your vision blurred and your hearing distorted.

“Geez, it seems like your whole family is a failure,” the other girl sighed. She kicked you harder than the last girl, and your vison went black, the sound of their wicked laughter fading away as your mind slowly shut down.

When you woke up, you felt someone shaking you awake. Damn, you felt like complete shit. “Hey, y/n!” someone shouted. Their voice was quite familiar.

You fluttered your eyelids open, trying to regain vision. “Fuck, you look broken,” another person whispered. That voice was familiar too, comforting even. You opened your eyes, staring at- was that Gerard? And Mikey? Holy shit, Frank and Ray were here too? Your eyes grew wide, looking around.

“Shit,” you cursed, trying to get up but your major migraine causing you to collapse, Gerard catching you from behind, his arms wrapped around you tight.

“Woah there, take it easy,” he reminded. “Geez you look like you just came back from war. What the fuck happened?”

“This is not Mikey’s birthday present,” Ray shook his head.

“Y/n, you could’ve died,” Mikey hissed. “Were you even thinking?”

“I just need to know what the fuck happened,” Frank groaned. “Who the hell did this to you?”

“Yeah, we will kick their ass,” Gerard tightened his jaw. “Nobody is allowed to do this to you.”

“It’s just, some friends,” you shook your head. “It’s nothing.”

“Friends?” Ray spat. “Friends do not do this to you.”

“It’s complicated,” you explained, flinching as you tried to shift your weight to your legs. Your stomach felt absolutely horrible.

“Please just tell us,” Frank begged.

“We can’t help you if you don’t tell us anything,” Mikey whispered. “Please, we’re trying to help.”

“How long has this been going on?” Gerard wondered.

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Ray whimpered.

“We could’ve done something,” Frank frowned. “We could’ve kept you from getting hurt.”

“Guys,” you closed your eyes tight and when you opened them, they were all staring at you. “I just didn’t want to cause a problem.”

“Problem? You are not the problem,” Gerard shook his head. “They are the problem, not you. We can’t let this happen to you, y/n.”

“Now please just tell us what’s happening,” Ray pleaded.

“Wait,” you slowly starting coming to the realization. “How did you guys even find me?”

“We’re you’re older brothers,” Mikey gave a half grin. “We put a tracking device on your bike.”

“Fuckers,” you shook your head. “I love you guys.”

“Now are you going to tell us who the fuck did this to you?” Frank pressed.

“Yeah, I’m kind of in the mood to kick some ass,” Ray grinned.

“What do you say?” Gerard wondered.

“Hell yeah,” you nodded. “You guys are the best.”

“If you ever have a problem, don’t be afraid to come to us,” Frank begged. “We’re here for you y/n.”

“Being a band means sticking together, being there for each other, no matter what,” Gerard explained. “You’re not alone, okay? You have us.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You guys are the best.”

“Anytime,” Mikey smiled.

“Now come on, let’s go kill some motherfuckers,” Frank laughed.

Imagine #95 Stiles and Brett [Requested]

Scott’s assemblage of friends were thrust in the midst of relationship warfare; an insecurity driven argument escalating to a vicious break-up. Mistakes had a knack for revealing a human’s capabilities for malintent; betrayal and selfishness. Stiles was found guilty of allowing his human imperfections to coax his worst qualities to the surface, of surrendering to carnal impulse and thriving on adrenaline driven selfishness. He cheated. The worst aspect was the confusion that poisoned your heart; rationality and emotion clashing as you began to wonder if you’d ever truly known him. The heartbreak was devastating; haunting your thoughts and plaguing your heart. Never had you imagined Stiles being the egocentric, impulsive and selfish stereotypical teenage boy.

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☆Here’s to your perfect weapon,
Crack bones with blind aggression,
Like birds whose wings are broken,
You live without direction.☆

Black Mass Setlist for Black Veil Brides
  1. Heart of fire
  2. I am Bulletproof
  3. Coffin
  4. Faithless
  5. Wretched and Divine
  6. Knives and Pens
  7. Overture
  8. Shadows Die
  9. Goodbye Agony
  10. Last Rites
  11. Rebel Love Song
  12. Christian ‘CC’ Coma Drum Solo
  13. The Legacy
  14. Sweet Blasphemy
  15. All Your Hate
  16. Perfect Weapon
  17. Fallen Angels
  18. Love Isn’t Always Fair
  19. In the End
Silken Arrows {Daryl X Reader}

Originally posted by curious-tales-of-daryl-dixon

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Characters: Daryl Dixon

Word Count: 1001

Perspective: Straight Female

Warnings: Gore,cursing


The light flickers overhead,the leaves off the forest create a beautiful display of shade.It wasn’t such a bad place to be,even with the Walkers about.Besides,your bow is a perfect weapon for a quiet area like this,especially when it is so open and outdoor-sy.The only real problem was the fact that you were quite lonely,with you being a dancer before the turn you were used to the applause and appreciation of other people.

You pick up your trusty weapon and the bag filled with limited supplies,ready to make some progress towards somewhere with a higher survival chance for you.The map says you’ve got another couple of miles left until you exit this forest.Time to keep to the trees.You scale up one in no time at all,your lithe frame being perfect for this occasion.Now you progress forward.

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