"i'm counting down the days to go." or in which a boy who is waiting for his life to be over may be losing to cancer, but he also saved his best friend's life and, in return, won his heart.

John has the perfect life, he has a beautiful wife, a adorable little kid, and a large, cozy house. He hates it to death. Sherlock has the worst possible life, his job as a second grade teacher is more like purgatory and he could count the people he liked on one hand. When the two meet there is no way anything could happen? Right? Johnlock fluff Two separate point of views marked either John POV or Sherlock POV Credit to the artist who drew the beautiful cover (I love it to death btw)

Dan Howell is a timid boy, who always does as he is told. He was once friends with Phil Lester, the 'bad influence' who soon ditches Dan for the popular group in Year 7. After five years of not talking to each other, they're partnered in a project and Phil's wants to win Dan over just like he has with most of their year. But yet, Dan is determined to find out what Phil is hiding behind his arrogant mask.

you're the color of everything that's ever meant anything

The story of how a rainy day and a startled ferret can change everything. Dan's a sixteen year old self-confessed art hoe who spends a lot of time in the trees off to the side of house. Phil's a seventeen year old ferret enthusiast with insanely bright blue eyes who happens to take his ferret, Susan, there for a walk. Vaguely (well perhaps more than vaguely) homosexual chaos ensues.

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying