a few of my favourite ever memes from Death Note

Berlin Cahill has always been different. He was the smallest of the bunch from the beginning. When he did not shift at the age of 13, as all werewolves do, he was shunned from the social life of his pack. However, when he found his mate, everything changed. He was accepted once again, and his inherently shy nature slowly fell away. In a turn of events, the love of his life was killed in a rogue attack, causing his entire pack to be assimilated into a stronger one. But when Berlin finds that his second-chance mate is the Alpha of this new pack, will he be able to accept him? Or will he forever remain torn? ATTENTION: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. PLEASE FIND IT ON MY PROFILE! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE SCENES AND THEMES.

Abby is your typical teenager, that is, until she catches the eye of CC famous drummer for the band Black Veil Brides. Will this be a fairytale ending or have a turn for the worst.~ COMPLETED! Sequel is now up!

[completed] two strangers are stuck on an elevator on a rainy monday morning. confessions ensue. ; copyright © 2016

Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. But if he's so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone's heart?

[pastel dan/punk phil] dan howell; an internet sensation, blogger and self proclaimed 'pastel prince'. phil Lester; the mastermind behind the city, technical crime-lord and overall coffee indulger. their paths never were supposed to cross, but sometimes paths are never certain. pastel prince// pastel dan + punk phil//2016 [highest ranking: #20 in detective]

Phil is awkward lonely bisexual and doesn't think he'll ever find the perfect friend. Until Dan who is awkward depressed, gay and feels the same way moves in next to him.

I sat behind the couch, scrunched in a fetal position, hiding from the sliver of sun which managed to squeeze its way out from behind the drapes. My tormentor. Once a beloved friend, now it holds me captive behind this couch with nothing to keep me company but some cobwebs and fuzzy dust-bunnies. My newly improved eyes spotted a small, dark colored circular disk amongst the shag carpet. Slowly I eased my way over to it. Score! It's a brown M&M. Popping the tiny sweet treat into my mouth, I carefully chewed...trying not to puncture my lips with my freshly acquired fangs. I smiled. Today is looking up.