John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

Ivy Greene is content. She's a misfit and a weirdo, and more than capable of handling her conservative boarding school surroundings, complete with: -fascist dictator principal, -drug-dealing favourite teacher, and -resident nemesis Molly Townsend. Then Twitch arrives. And everything changes.

[COMPLETED] Marshall Lee's heart had turned cold the night of the attack. While ignoring the agony that consumes him, the Vampire King begins to crumble. And as he begins to push loved ones away, he faces the consequences that come with the bitterness that controls him.

Marshall and Gumball discover new things about themselves and each other. This is an Alternate Universe (Earth) fanfiction of Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball. trigger warnings!!! (rape, sexual abuse, self harm)

Eren Jaeger is a fourth year high school student (18), and Levi Rivaille is a twenty one year old bartender. Both of them are "straight" (as a fucking circle) although they don't quite know that... So, What will happen when they cross paths at a bar and wake up in the same bed? Find out in Ereri- A Loving Mistake. -------------- MAY BE TRIGGERING TO CERTAIN PEOPLE *If you are sensitive to any of the following, please take caution in reading this story* Mentions of cutting, self harm, suicide, anorexia, depression, attemped assault, etc. [cover art is not mine. Credit goes to the artist.]

Poetry

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

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?