Summary: ARMS // PREQUEL Beginnings are always curious; they take you back to a time before you knew someone, back to when they were an entirely different person. Beginnings are dark, and messy, and new. This is before the smiles, before the grey, before the black black black and ohmygod blue. back to a simpler time, full of innocence and nativity. Rating/Warnings: Mature Readers (READ AT OWN RISK). This story may contain topics of depression, cutting, anxiety, panic attacks, assault, suicide, minor character death, gay slurs, violence and gore, and minor sexual content. If any of the listed content triggers you, please do not read. Please do not copy and post my story anywhere else or create an "adaptation" of my work. Thank you. Copyright © 2016. strawb3rryvib3s All Rights Reserved.

dan put up walls that phil had already climbed over. © 2016 -oceanrising

in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

'The woods offer to those who seek it, but be aware of your deepest intententions and your deepest desires, for one returns changed, if they return at all.' 'Year 0089' -89 years since Wars were last fought- A little smoked town, a little prince, two eyes of silver, a heart with no pulse, an old band of "scientists", a man from another world, two deaths ,and several cups of coffee(without sugar) are all it takes for the seekers to test their destiny. Strewn worlds apart, a green eyed boy meets a silver irised one while Aknalmir is threatened by it's people. Threatened by their lack of understanding. Threatened by their lack of hope. The villages get pillaged away with the deaths of seemingly unimportant people, but there might just be something connecting them. Amidst all this, the seekers desire the one thing they cannot control: Time. At least, not yet. TEARS Dawn Wesson wattpading as 'Stranger Than Fiction':@infidelrequiem (full description coming soon) Dawn Wesson 2015

Dan has been bullied his whole life. He feels alone, separated from everyone else. After 6 years of constant bullying his family moves him to a new place. - On the first day Dan meets a boy with black hair and blue eyes. A boy that wants to get to know him. - Dan has never spoken to anyone about what he previously went through. He is weighed by the burden of not talking. Could Phil be the one to set him free?

troye+connor=tronnor

an assortment of one-shots containing either tronnor or phan.

"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

dan likes long words. he also likes phil lester. short story.