Occasionally turns into an obsessive band blog, and I can't control that.
Anonymous said: So funny story, a schoolmate of mine was giving a presentation on her laptop, connecting it with the class projector. She didnt know it was on so she still had her tumblr. She did a quick peek and you know what the first pic on her dash was? An italian Ghost King and a New York Camper smoochin. So since the projector was ON, the whole class saw. The teacher ran to the board to block it (which did not work it just showed on his back) screamin 'NO!'. IT WAS HILARIOUS
a similar thing happened to me, since then I’ve never opened my dashboard in class with people in the benches behind me. I was seated in the front row (cuz idk, over ambitious freshman), opened tumblr and I don’t know how it got to my dash but one of the blogs I followed had turned into a porn blog. So I, without knowing so, scrolled happily through my dash when suddenly DICK, I panicked and scrolled down quickly- VAGINA and uh the people behind me saw it and the people seated next to me saw it and IT WAS HORRIBLE OK
thiswillbegoodfornow said: I ain't satan, I'm just his secretary!
Oh boy, now I might even get a raise! :D
[A/N: You can read part one here]
"He’s stable at the moment, but we had to put him out in order for the blood transfusion to work, he’s lost a lot of blood."
An hour went by before the rest of the band arrived, Luke was still sound asleep. It was the first time you’d met them since the breakup and you didn’t really expect a warm welcome, but en contraire. Ashton took a few careful steps towards you, you could see that he had been crying, and hugged you tightly, mumbling something you couldn’t hear and sat down on a chair next to you, eyes on Luke. “He’s stable, for now” you mumbled, fiddling with your hands in your lap. The others sat down on the other side of the bed, you talked about everything except for the band member lying between you for a good hour until the visitors time was almost over.
"Could I be alone for just a second?" The three boys nodded and left the room quietly, noting how your voice cracked on the last words. This was when you finally broke down. Leaning your head against his banded arm, tears streamed down your cheeks, your entire body shaking. It’d been so close, reality washed over you like a tidal wave ruthlessly against the shore. Minutes later and it would have been too late, and you’d lost your angel forever. "You piece of shit" you stuttered, words hitching in your throat "don’t you fucking dare leave, you hear me?” Thumb stroked the back of his hand, scraping against the band aid that covered his fragile wrists.
[A/N2: I will never write a preference ever again]