Going on a school trip into the mountains for a month sounds simple enough. But when John meets his cabin roommate, Sherlock Holmes, a leisurely vacation soon turns into a hectic summer. [Rated Mature for smut scenes, language, ideologically sensitive material, and alcohol consumption] =△▽△▽△= Cabinmates now has a sequel called Exmates! Be sure to check it out after reading this~

swiggity sway- wait, they're still gay? sequal to "Shit Storm"

swiggity sway these blokes are gayy.

Castiel is a boy trying to make it on his own, a boy no different from the rest. Except, of course, for the pair of ocean blue wings he's hiding underneath baggy T-shirts and sweaters. He's antisocial and prefers to stick to himself. That is, until a boy named Dean Winchester starts turning everything upside-down. Destiel, high school AU. You don't have to have seen the show to get the plot. Supernatural fanfic.

Gerard Way is sick and has to live the rest of his life in a hospital. There is nothing to do except for drawing and writing lyrics in his journal. But then when his creations come to life, Gerard is sent on a journey into the unknown.

Kyla heeft niet bepaald veel geluk. Slechte thuisomstandigheden. Weinig vrienden. Maar op de middelbare veranderd alles. Ze werd door een persoon gelukkig. Hij is er altijd voor haar. Maar ja, alle relaties hebben ook mindere kanten. En nog iets. Niks is voor altijd.

When Eva learns to play guitar, its for no reason but the joy tht comes from music and a form or theropy. But what happens when she agrees to be in a band and somehow ends up with a full time contract with an even bigger band? will this band betray her like the last one?

It all started with a misdelivered piece of paper. **CURRENTLY IN EDITING BECAUSE GOD, MY OLD WRITING WAS AWFUL**

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.

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