《 2nd book in gawsten series 》 resplendent - shining brilliantly awsten couldn't have asked for better friends and family. he still has troubles with speaking, but he knows geoff can help with that. that is, if awsten can get over his fears and doubts about it. *intended lowercase* Copyright @kiwivevo 2018 REWRITTEN 2020

《1st book in gawsten series》 debauchery- indulgence in sensual pleasures awsten was quiet even under the loud, outgoing blue head of hair and never spoke his mind, even when he should probably stick up for himself. geoff always was loud and spoke his mind, even when he should probably keep his mouth shut. *intended lower case* Copyright @kiwivevo 2017-2018 REWRITTEN 2020

Dan is a dancer, but it's his best kept secret. Moving to a new college results in new friends, new hobbies and a new outlook in life; but what does it really mean to be human? A series of strange and seemingly unconnected events unfold that all seem to link back to Dan's mysterious new boyfriend. etcetc phan with kickthestickz This story carries some warnings, however they're p much all spoilers except non-graphic violence and injury on one occasion, and non-described minor character death. No major character death and no self harm. Please message me if you think you'll need to know the TWs! To avoid spoilers, you can give me a list of things you don't want to read for whatever reason and I'll let you know if they're in the fic or not :)

Agoraphobia [ag-er-uh-foh-bee-uh] (n.) an abnormal fear of being in crowds, public places, or open areas, sometimes accompanied by anxiety attacks. Cover made by @owelle

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

❝ "romeo, oh, romeo, won't you please fuck off?" " come on, juliet. gimme a chance." ❞ pastel!frank ; punk!top!gerard {started: 29 oct '17 completed: 17 feb '18 } ©prettyiero 2017 all rights reserved. a frerard fanfiction

'The painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma.' Euthanasia. This disease was my life. I want to die, I want to die. I wanted to bleed out right in that bathroom, but he had to stop me; why does he even care? Why would Vic Fuentes, the perfect senior care enough to stop me dying. That's never enough of course, so can he really stop me wanting to die?

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

New schools are supposed to be filled with great new experiences, new friends, new rules to (never) break. And for Dallon, that proves to be correct. Pulling pranks, skipping class, nothing he'd ever done before, all said new experiences under his belt. And to make it even better, they'd all been accomplished with the aid of the incredibly stunning (and enticing, and gorgeous, and heartbroken for the 56th time) Brendon Urie from down the hall, and his other partners in crime, Pete, Patrick, and Ryan. Everything goes according to the nonexistent plan. Well, at least it does for the first 218 days. .:..::...:::...::..:. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" .:..::...:::...::..:. Based on Looking For Alaska because I love that book