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05 September 2014 @ 07:56 pm
How Do You Feel About Wednesday?

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31 August 2014 @ 01:05 am
I am so fucking glad you exist. There's not a single day that goes by where I'm not marveling over just how simply incredible you are, for me, on your own, to other people. I mean one day my life is totally normal, with me being your average basement dwelling emo teenager, and the next you come crashing into my life with your stupid freckles and fanfiction-blue eyes and suddenly everything changes. You fix me and change me for the better and before you know it I'm actually happy and more confident and not a loser, and on top of all that, I'm actually dating someone. And not just anyone, a super cute dork who loves me and I can happily say that I love him too. (But wait, there's more!) Fuck I just love everything about you though, honestly. You're respectful but not a kiss ass, you're kind but not fake, you're intelligent but not a know it all. You're everything I thought I'd hate but for some reason you work perfectly with me. You're religious, you're younger than me, you're not at all interested in fighting the government and starting riots, you hate piercings and tattoos and jewelry, we don't even like the same music. Everything says that this shouldn't work out, but it does. And it's the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and I love that. I love you. I love your soft hands and your awkwardly cut hair and your dorky grin and the way you hold me tightly to you as if I'm the only thing that matters in that point in time. I love the look on your face when I tell you I love you and I love the sound of your voice when you get excited over something. I love how you can just see the brilliance in your eyes light up like a switch was turned on in your head. I love how you're so caring and kind and loving, and how I can never seem to get enough of you no matter how long we're together. I can't wait to be able to see you every single day and listen to you go on and on about something that makes you happy and kiss you in the mornings and nights and in every heartfelt moment in between. I want to be able to hold you just to know that you're there and to feel your breath against my skin just to remind me that we're alive and we're living our lives just the way we always knew we would. The future is looking so bright and you are looking so wonderful and the sky is dimming to it's darkest hour and everybody is lying in bed and dreaming about their better tomorrow. I suppose I should be doing that too, though, so I suppose I'll just dream about the future and what better things lie ahead. I'll think about you and me and how life honestly is only getting better and better day by day. I'll think about how happy I am that we're celebrating another year of you, and I'll think about all the years to come that I hope I will be there for.
09 March 2014 @ 06:59 pm

As Close To Pop As I Get
We The Kings: Secret Valentine, Say You Like Me, Skyway Avenue, Check Yes Juliet
Twenty-One Pilots: House Of Gold, Car Radio, Migraine
A Rocket To The Moon: Like We Used To, Baby Blue Eyes, Ever Enough, Life Of The Party
My Chemical Romance: Planetary, Na Na Na, Summertime, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, The Only Hope For Me Is You, The Kids From Yesterday, SING, We Don't Need Another Song About California
Tokio Hotel: Forgotten Children, Hurricanes And Suns, World Behind My Wall
Fall Out Boy: Just One Yesterday, Young Volcanoes
Panic At The Disco: Miss Jackson, This Is Gospel, Nicotine, Collar Full
Falling In Reverse: Alone
Ronnie Radke: Fair Weather Fans

Tokyo Police Club: Bambi, Favourite Colour
Two Door Cinema Club: What You Know, This Is Life, Cigarettes In The Theater
Funeral Party: Finale
Modest Mouse: Float On
The Postal Service: Such Great Heights
The Arctic Monkeys: Do I Wanna Know, Love Is A Laserquest, Arabella

The Golden Age Of Alternative Rock
Escape The Fate: The Flood, Something, The Guillotine Pt. 2, Situations, Not Good Enough For The Truth In Cliche
Falling In Reverse: Fashionably Late, Game Over, I'm Not A Vampire, The Drug In Me Is You
My Chemical Romance: House Of Wolves, Welcome To The Black Parade, Dead!, I'm Not Okay, Helena, Heaven Help Us, You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison, This Is How I Disappear, Mama, Sleep, Ghost Of You, Famous Last Words
Get Scared: Built For Blame, Don't You Dare Forget The Sun, For You, If Only She Knew Voodoo Like I Do, Sarcasm
Follow You Home: Playing With Fire, Anywhere But Home, Save Yourself
A Day To Remember: All I Want, A Plot To Bomb The Panhandle,
AFI: Love Like Winter, Miss Murder, Silver And Cold, Girl's Not Grey
Black Veil Brides: Coffin, Rebel Love Song, New Year's Day, Knives And Pens, Saviour, Perfect Weapon
Flyleaf: Cassie
Of Mice And Men: Second And Sebring *((Side note: I don't know if you'll like this one))*
Snow White's Poison Bite: End Of Prom Night, There's A New Creep On The Block, Will You Meet Me In The Graveyard? *((Side note: You may not like the last two songs.))*
The Offspring: Self Esteem, Kristy Are You Doing Okay?, The Kids Aren't Alright, You're Gonna Go Far Kid
We Are The Fallen: Bury Me Alive
You Me At Six: Bite My Tongue
Farewell, My Love: A Dance You Won't Forget, Mirror Mirror, Wrong and Right, Just Another Soul
The Used: All That I've Got, Smother Me, Paralyzed, Liar Liar (Burn In Hell), Cry, I Caught Fire *((Side note: This band is fucking awesome. That is all.))*
LostAlone: Love Will Eat You Alive, Do You Get What You Pray For?
Rise Against: Savior
30 Second To Mars: 100 Suns, Kings And Queens, The Kill, This Is War, Hurricane
The Smashing Pumpkins: Bullet With Butterfly Wings, Tonight Tonight
The Red Hot Chili Peppers:

Kinda Old Music
Billy Joel: Big Shot
Billy Idol: Rebel Yell
The Police: King Of Pain, Message In A Bottle, Don't Stand So Close To Me
Norman Greenbaum: Spirit In The Sky
Dexys Midnight Runners: Come On Eileen
The Smiths: Asleep, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Nirvana: Come As You Are, Heart Shaped Box, Smells Like Teen Spirit
David Bowie: The Man Who Sold The World *((Nirvana's cover is here: x))

Greatest Classic Rock
Warrant: Cherry Pie, D.R.F.S.R
Kansas: Carry On Wayward Son, Dust In The Wind
White Lion: When The Children Cry, Broken Heart
Whitesnake: Here I Go Again, Is This Love
Survivor: Eye Of The Tiger
Foreigner: Cold As Ice
AC/DC: Thunderstruck, Hell's Bells, TNT, Back In Black
Asia: Only Time Will Tell *((THIS SONG <3))*, Heat Of The Moment
REO Speedwagon: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore *((It's Dean and Jo's song :3)) Keep On Lovin' You
Black Sabbath: Iron Man, War Pigs
The Kinks: You Really Got Me
The Rolling Stones: Sympathy For The Devil

Really Weird Music
Satellite High: The Bus Is Late
Blood On The Dance Floor: Bewitched, Candyland, Innocent High *((The last two are kinda nsfw? I guess? Is that possible? I think it is?))

26 December 2013 @ 12:28 am
Yes, this is like half an hour late. Deal with it.

I just wanted to say that.. I'm pretty sure the four and a half of you who read my works don't give a shit anyway, but I just wanted to wish you guys a merry Christmas...

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30 November 2013 @ 01:53 am
Summary: Welcome To Night Vale. Another request. CecilxDana. Cecil finally gets the nerve to ask Dana out on a date, but things don't go as planned... (note: this is before Carlos came to town, for all you Cecilos shippers who want to tear my head off at this very moment)
Rating: PG
Genre: just floofiness


"So remember, Night Vale, stay away from mirrors. Within them could lie an interdimensional portal between parallel universes, creating a gateway for your own evil doppelganger. Or maybe, maybe you are that evil doppelganger. Who knows? Who knows anything in this vast, incomprehensible universe? That is all for now. Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight."

The 'On Air' sign flickered off and Cecil stood, dusting off his immaculate argyle sweater vest. On the other side of the glass stood Dana, watching intently with a cup of hot coffee from the intern's break room in her hands. Cecil takes the proffered hot drink and takes a sip. He couldn't help but gag a little as the watery, bitter liquid scalded his tongue. Dana winced apologetically.

"I know it's not very good... I'm sorry..."

Cecil shook his head. "It's fine. Coffee from the station is never very good anyways." Dana just nodded in agreement. "Say, uh, would you like to.. you know.. coffee... sometime... today." His voice fading to a barely audible decibel at the end.

Dana shrugged. "Why not?"

"Great!" Cecil's eyes lit up in excitement. He was grateful for Dana's nonchalant attitude about everything. That was one of the reasons he liked her so much. "Let's go! I don't think the bottomless chasm has swallowed up that coffee shop owned by that new guy... what's his name... Steve Carlsberg?"

They walked hand in hand out of the station, heading just down the road the tiny, quaint little shop on the corner.

"Hello!" Said the man behind the counter. The counter was purple, and it oozed some sort of sticky, green goo. "How can I help you?"

"Hi," Cecil said, avoiding the green slime that was now beginning to pool around the base of the table. "I'd like a caramel latte-"

He was cut off by the man interrupting. "I'm so sorry," he said, "But mayor Pamela Winchell has forbidden the sale of any coffee-related products in this area. Something to do with disturbing the frequencies of the hooded figures. I mean, what hooded figures?"

Cecil just nodded understandingly. "Then I'll still take that latte, but, without the coffee. Dana?"

Dana just ordered the same thing Cecil did.

They went to a table, one not leaking any goo or slime, and Cecil pulled out the chair for her. Dana took a seat and placed her purse on the floor. Somewhere amid their conversation, Steve Carlsberg came up to place their cups of steaming hot milk, water, and caramel in front of them. As he approached them, though, he slipped on a loose tendril of slime, sending their drinks flying onto Dana's lap, scalding her skin underneath her pants and causing her to jump up, shaking in pain.

It was just a massive calamity as they rushed around, getting paper towels and ice, and in a flash they were back at the station. Literally. There was a bright light and they were back in the station.

"That's good," Dana said, observing where they were. "I had a spare change of clothes in my desk in case of an emergency." She began burrowing through her drawers.

"Drawers are odd, aren't they?" Cecil began, leaning against the window sill over looking the vast landscape. In the far distance you could see the silhouette of Desert Bluffs. "I mean, they are just there. You put things inside a drawer, and the drawer goes into the desk. It's like... it's like fills more space than it leads you to believe."

Dana nodded, used to Cecil's nonsensical babble.

"And the desert. It's just so... empty. I mean, you would think that there would be something there. Like an obelisk or.. oh yeah, what happened to that thing? I- oh my god. Did you hear that?"

A low growling sound came from the hall, along with a squelch and a hiss. A cold chill fell over them as Cecil's eyes grew wide in recognition. He grabbed Dana and they both crouched under the desk.

A queasy, empty feeling began to grow in the pits of their stomachs as they came to the realization that Station Management had evacuated the office.

"Don't... make... a sound..." Cecil whispered, almost inaudibly, as he reached for the microphone. "Hello again, listeners. It appears that station management is no longer contained in the office. Please, send help immediately. If anyone can hear this... please."

Dana began to shudder slightly and Cecil gently held her hand with one of his own while he held the microphone with the other, continuing his soft distress call.

They both froze when they heard the noise they had both been dreading. The groan of a door resting on un-oiled hinges being slowly opened. A wet, ruffling sound filled their ears, steadily turning to static. Cecil tried to say something, but neither of them could understand it past the heavy muffling. The only thing they could hear was static. Fuzzy static. Drowning them, forcing its way into their ears and out through their eyes, cramming itself down their throats until they couldn't breathe because the air was so thick with the dense, never ending waves of static.


"Goodnight, Cecil." Dana said, letting go of his hand at the door. "I really enjoyed today."

"Me too," he said with a smile. "Do you want to do it again sometime?"

"Sure." She grinned a little bit and began to chew on her lower lip. She watched as his eyes scanned the hundreds of tiny scars on her arms and shoulders and neck. These scars... how had she gotten them again? It didn't matter, because he was leaning in to kiss her. All too soon, his warm lips were gone from hers, and his firm hands hand been removed from her waist. "Goodnight, Cecil." She said, turning to unlock her door.

"Goodnight, Dana."

And as they both got into their own separate beds that night, they both dreamed the same dream, hinted faintly with the soft sound of static and the faint taste of copper.
09 November 2013 @ 04:54 pm
Summary: This was a request from one of my friends from a forum I was on. She wanted me to do a fluffy one shot of two characters from an RP. Ben, the town's lumberjack, had one drink too many and couldn't find his way back home. He decides to crash on Scarlet's porch.
Rating: PGish I guess
Genre: fluffy romantic cute stuff


Thunder pounded overhead. The swelling, pregnant clouds unleashed their contents, spilling themselves onto the earth below in sheets. The sky was dark, occasionally lit by sparks of light produced by the spasmodic flashes of lightning above the black, tumultuous clouds. The rain wound itself into every nook and cranny, weaving its long, greedy fingers into the soil and between bricks.

Somewhere between the heavy droplets of water and the ground it was crashing into lay the inebriated Ben Fircot. He was stretched out, belly down, fingers digging into the wet, pliable clay beneath him. He squirmed uncomfortably as his rough woolen work clothes soaked up the miniature pond forming around him. He managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, one side of his face dirty. The earth made a wet, squelching noise as he stood, struggling to keep his balance.

Ben stumbled to the nearest wall, bracing himself against it as he oriented himself. And so began his long and arduous journey, one step at a time. The rain still poured, flooding the streets and soaking him to the bone. It was cold in this area, especially during the harsh month of November, and it wasn't long before he gave up. The lumberjack curled up, shielding as much of himself as possible from the torrential downpour. Somewhere above and behind him came the sound of a door creaking open. Two small hands wrapped themselves around his slick wrist and dragged him inside, away from the unforgiving outdoors.

He remained in the fetal position, arms wrapped around his folded legs with his face buried in his knees. A warm sensation began to grow around him as he realized that a towel had been placed on top of his body, and the smell of burning wood filled the room. Someone began to dry him off with the towel, working their down from the top of his head. Once the thick fabric had soaked up most of the moisture, and the fire had warmed him up a bit, Ben sat up to get a look at his surroundings.

There was a figure garbed in a long, blood red cloak. Their back was turned to him, but the figure was small, and lean. He recognized it to be Scarlet, the town's lead hunter.

She turned back to him, holding a piece of warm bread.

"Sorry, it's all I have."

Ben reached for it, nibbling at the crusts for a while before allowing his arm to go limp. The bread fell to the ground as he lay down once more. Scarlet sat beside his head, legs tucked under herself.

She watched as his chest expanded with each breath, then deflated itself when he exhaled. His fingers were slightly wrinkled from the prolonged exposure to water. His thick brown hair contrasts against the paler, almost ginger highlights. They lie limp and half dry across his face, and around his head in a brunette halo. His long, feathery eyelashes flickered as he opened his eyes, but just slightly, and shifted a bit. He wiggled into a position he found most comfortable, with his head in Scarlet's lap and his long legs sticking out the bottom of the blanket.

The fire crackled , sending red ashes and sparks flying up the chimney. One of Scarlet's hands remained entangled in Ben's hair and another was intertwined with Ben's. They remained like that for hours, Ben's faint snores, the popping of the fire, and the pattering rain on the rooftop the only sounds in the otherwise silent home. Scarlet briefly remembered Ben clutching her hand and guiding it closer to his torso, whispering her name in his sleep, before she dozed off too.
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