in which luke falls asleep during class and michael writes notes on his hands muke lower case intended book one in letter series translations for book are in the reading list titled "translations"

The sex industry was a dangerous place, everyone knew that. Sure, it had its perks, but for glamour model Ryan Ross, the only perk was being asked to partake in a photoshoot with gorgeous pornstar Brendon Urie, a man he both hated and admired. That single photoshoot might just have been the detonation that started everything: the lies, the affairs, the heartbreak, the scheming - in order to stay sane, you had to keep your hands to yourself. And for someone like Brendon, it would be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Because when you fall, you bring everyone else down with you. "How can you be okay with yourself knowing that you caused all...this?" "I'm never okay with myself, Ryan. Ever." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

A poem I wrote late at night in the need of sleep based on the forest fic. If you have not read that go look it up( by bluclique) , also the alternate ending (by arebzy) Feel free to repost and share this poem but please give credit. Twenty one pilots means a lot to me for reasons I cannot begin to explain. As does this poem.

vandalize [van-dl-ahyz] verb (used with object), vandalized, vandalizing. 1. to destroy or deface by vandalism : "Someone vandalized school property by writing on a desk." [C OM P L E T E D]

"I sat down at class waiting for it to be over, when a new student walked in.." "Hi I'm Brendon.... Urie"

"This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge. At the siren, all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 hours. All emergency services will be suspended. Your government thanks you for your participation." DalPalWeekes 2015/16

DISCLAIMER: BOOK IS BEING REWRITTEN. IF YOU WANT TO READ GO AHEAD BUT YOU WILL BE SUPER CONFUSED. FOR NOW, YOU CAN ADD IT TO YOUR LIBRARY AND WAIT UNTIL I UPDATE ALL YHE CHAPTERS AT ONCE. THANK YOU i walked out of the enormous stadium and went to the back of it. i pulled out the joint that i had previously rolled the night before. rummaging through my pockets, i attempted to find a lighter. of course i had no luck. i saw a person in the distance with smoke surrounding them. i walked up to them with my hands in my pockets, hoping that they had a lighter for me to borrow. "hey-" i had gotten cut off by the person, abruptly. "oh god i knew that a fan would find me." he said scratching the back of his head. i furrowed my eyebrows at him and squinted at him trying to make out his face in my mind. i knew he had looked severely familiar to me. "i just came to see if you-" i said getting cut off by him again, wishing he would let me finish what i was attempting to say, but obviously that wasn't happening anytime soon. "if i would take a picture with you?" he said with a cocky attitude. "i don't want a stupid picture with you!" i said raising my voice. his face looked taken back as to what i had just said, but if he would've gotten cut off three or more times, he'd feel the same way. "well what do you want?" he said crossing his arms over his chest.

Ryan works at a LGBT support hotline. He isn't enthusiastic about it at all. Brendon is a closeted gay kid who has no one to talk to. What are the odds of their connection through their phone calls? TW// homophobic slurs ((maybe)) cover by @mi_cro_wave

( not written by the original writer ) Also I didn't proof read this so.