in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

Beating hearts. Sliced skin. Shallow breaths and a feeling of love. That was what we were. "You had a heart made of glass and eyes that only saw stars. You were a canvas soaked in color. Vivid memories and passion saturated your bones. You made me feel."

Frank was just a rebellious, low level demon with eyes set on a higher throne. Nothing will be allowed to keep him from his goal...That is, until a human begins to play graveyard games...A strange boy that begins to change Frank's goals...To make him feel human again... --- THIS WAS MY FIRST FANFICTION ON THIS WEBSITE IN JUNE/JULY OF 2015 WHY IS IT SUDDENLY GETTING SO MUCH ATTENTION I GOTTA FIX IT SO BAD so I am haha help

Dan Howell has grown up wingless in a world full of wings. Old legends have twisted the views of his peers, leaving him utterly alone until he meets the strangely beautiful Phil Lester, who has a different view on their world. Phil may not have the ability to give Dan wings, but he can sure as hell make him feel as if he's flying. Fluff/Angst. cover credit to http://band-wanker.tumblr.com/post/145593219890/i-made-a-thing-for-a-fanfiction-thing

"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

reader's discretion advised: this is twilight bad. "that's tyler. he doesn't talk much, well-at all, really." (i wrote this when i was like 12 so pls forgive anything that makes u cringe i have to rethink keeping this up a lot) trigger warning - self harm, a bit scary idk some people have commented that it scared them please only read if you are comfortable* also prepare to cringe because i wrote this like 2 years ago thanks ladies and gents and everything in between mute!tyler lowercase intended © inyourdreamz1984

[COMPLETED | RE-WRITE OF ORIGINAL !!!] aka the one in which Tyler's failed suicide attempt lands him in rehab where he meets Josh; an unreadable boy who changes his hair colour everyday, and maybe, just maybe, he's exactly what Tyler needs. cover art by vyles-ray on tumblr.

ummm so this story is a lil triggering my dudes, i started writing this back when i was a cringey tumblr boi who was obsessed w tøp and drugs and also was 14. im gonna try to continue it with my gained.. wisdom? idk a bitch has seen some things and i wanna get back into writing so enjoi. (Also about the story: basically they're both sad bois but one is a closet sad boi, hopefully they don't like actually obliterate eachother? who knows? maybe you should find out?

he didn't protest but seemed upset, so he did anyways. i got out after him and looked at his hollow face again. i stared at him and my face was twisted into sadness, along with his. i hurried over to his side where i hugged him with full force. i sobbed into his shoulder and he did the same as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "i'm sorry i didn't check on you and i'm sorry i didn't go find you. i'm so sorry," he rubbed my back, "i'm sorry i ran away," i loosened my grip the tiniest bit when he spoke out, "don't let go," i chuckled quietly, "i'm not going to, ever," •••• self harm, abuse, and mature themes used throughout the story. lowercase intended