Daniel Howell, quite literally labeled a "flower prince", has taken the initiative to garden in a community volunteer session. On his break later that day, he meets a very nice looking man, cloaked in tattoos, who serves him his coffee before going back to work. Who is he? Why does Dan want to walk almost ten blocks away from his apartment to see him again? The most awkward, yet awestruck, hormones are in full bloom when both Dan and the punk man make great decisions from the center of their soft, sweet dreaming hearts, longing to find true happiness. >slow updates ~ every 2-3 weeks (at MOST)< >"safe fanfiction"< no mention of drugs, suicide, or any other sensitive material

*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

This is a journal of my feelings, an outlet for the things I am dealing with. Demise is not the ultimate surprise here. A personal poetry collection of my own. *Do not take any of these as your own. It is immature, shows you have no original artistic talent other than finding simple beauty in things, and it is, in fact, plagiarism. Thank you* **Currently going through updates** (written 2 years ago & incomplete)

/'ärdər/ 🔉 [Informal] (n.) A flame, a fire, a burn of heat. Unfortunately, no matter how much Pidge teases them about it, it seems as though Klance will never, ever be canon. Or, maybe it will. It's complicated.