❝ i just want to lay in bed with you and feel your heartbeat in my back. ❞ ❝ that's gay. ❞ [ justin foley x alex standall ] [ social media au ]

alex's life through justin's eyes, and everything after. [ short story sequel to HEARTBEAT ]

Zombie/Apocalypse AU. Set in Rio de Janeiro. Jonathan and his best friend Tyler are there for a soccer game and all is as it should be until later that evening the ground shakes beneath their feet. Confusion and panic spread like wildfire but that's not the only thing. They are presented with decisions neither want to make, but in a country they are unfamiliar with, trapped in a city that's crippled in a state of chaos . . . . they do what they have to if only to survive another day. ~Cover art by: valkyrieapr on Tumblr~

-An instructional manual that explains the most imperative steps to cuddling in a leather jacket.- Jack is an adorable, pastel boy who lives in a pretend world of perfection and innocence. But he's had a past of horrible relationships and now lives with a marijuana-smoking man-whore named Felix. Jack is living under horrible circumstances, but Felix keeps the wool pulled over his eyes with promises of protection from others. Mark lives in a frat house with some of the most intimidating guys on campus, but in reality, they're all goofy gamer guys that just so happen to love heavy metal and piercings. Jack and Mark met one day in July during a heavy metal concert; not under the best circumstances, but it sends them both into a spell of quixotry that will last for the rest of their lives. (WARNING - this book discusses sensitive topics such as: Physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, substance abuse (drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes), severe anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.)

His favourite flower crown? Well, It's three delicate lilies wrapped around a green vine, sitting in a messy, yet aesthetically pleasing spot. An array of violets and roses line the soft green vines, woven so beautifully that they created an unique pattern. That was one of many flower crowns that Bryce McQuaid owned and it was by far his pride and joy. His mother, Mary the Florist, and his gender fluid brother, David the Bear, both caused him to grow a liking to flowers and the many soft, vibrant and glowing colours they provided. However, when tragedy struck, it ripped David away, spiralling Bryce into a dreamland. Now he's the gay flower boy in the school. The one who sits on a floral blanket surrounded by flowers while reading books. And he's fine with that. Until a new boy comes to school. One that's completely different to everyone. And not in the happy way.

it's the unexpected that changes our lives short supernatural story about a human named ryan and a something else named bryce word count total: 10K

What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone when you know exactly what they think of you? Impossible. It's impossible. Or at least that's what Troye thinks, considering he's given up on even trying to make it work. He's different, people shun different. People hate different. And it's better to go under the radar, to be nothing, than to be hated. Right? Tyler, on the other hand, has taken a different approach to a similar problem. No, he can't 'read minds', but he does have a part of himself he doesn't want a soul to know about. He's quarterback, every girl's dream guy, an academic mastermind, and he's also gay. He's seen how different kids get treated, hell, he's been the one to treat them that way before. Why on Earth would he ever wish that on himself? No, it's easier to hide, to be someone you're not, than to be hated. Right?

[ THIS IS UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION !! ] "Would you stop romanticizing this?" "Why? We're going to die anyways."

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