Chemical Fallout at the Disco!
“‘Guess what,” he asked, smiling to himself. ‘Mm?’ Alex asked, eyes fluttering closed. Jack rolled his eyes. ‘That isn’t guessing,’ he complained. ‘Oh, sorry,’ he laughed, leaning up on his elbow to look at him. ‘Um, you’re pregnent?!’”

When It Started - alexgaskarthandjackbarakat

Summary: The beginning of Jalex and on.

http://alexgaskarthandjackbarakat.tumblr.com/post/35747767259/when-it-started

Reblog this and I’ll design you a tattoo based on your blog

the221bpanda:

palmers-medic:

queenofmerrybutttouch:

wow am I gonna regret this
oh well bring it on

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Look at the notes. She’s keeping up on this. I almost feel too bad to reblog it. Almost.

Me too. Great job btw xx

“‘You and me. We fucking had sex. Lots of sex. You don’t remember?’ ‘I…’ William blinked rapidly. Then he saw Gabe burst into an ear-splitting grin. ‘You’re fucking with me! You’re only…’ William hit him hard across the chest. ‘Asshole!’ Gabe took a long drag of his cigarette, trying not to laugh. ‘You should really check your drinking habits, Bill. And for the record, if we had sex, you would’ve remembered it.’”

Certain facts, stripes and plaid - nicola

no summary

http://fanfic.iridescentglow.com/bandom_certainfacts.html

1,528,345 plays

webtrovert:

teenager:

jordan-haruka:

merryblangstmas:

Some Nights Tumblr Version.

Based off this post.

Lyrics:

Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop

Some nights, I don’t sleep at all

Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending

Some nights, I wish I could log off

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know anymore…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

This is it, these are ship wars

What are we fighting for?

Why don’t we read fanfic already?

I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life

Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again

To stay for a while

But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight

I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am

Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life

Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end

‘Cause I could use some friends for a change

And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again

Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know… 

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?

Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?

(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)

So log on.

Log on.

Log on,

OH LOG ON!

Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand 
I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs
I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness

My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love”
‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible writers…ahhh…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP

I wish it would update already

I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.

Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…

I’m never logging off

Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …

Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.

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THIS IS THE TUMBLR ANTHEM

IF YOU DO NOT REBLOG THIS YOU MIGHT AS WELL LOG OFF AND OR SHUT DOWN YOUR BLOG BECAUSE ALL OF TUMBLR HAS REJECTED YOU.

this is beautiful

omg no words for this perfection i cant even

forever reblogging the tumblr anthem 

phenomenals:

Alright, reblog this and I’ll sketch a character based on your url only. This should be interesting.

Doin this for you, tumblr. Stops on December 13th

“‘You- Okay, the point here. I think. I think we’d be really good together, I mean, maybe apart from my distinct lack of child-bearing hips and how the world shouldn’t be robbed of your genes continuing and shit-’ ‘Are you offering to bear my child?’ Pete Wentz’ brain. Patrick *should* fucking marry him, he’d never be bored for the rest of his life.”

Marry Me, Patrick. - patrickxpeter

Summary : Pete’s logic isn’t all logical to Patrick.

http://patrickxpeter.livejournal.com/809585.html

Can we just take a moment to notice that Panic! totally predicted Killjoy Gerard…

Can we just take a moment to notice that Panic! totally predicted Killjoy Gerard…

"Bronx was fast asleep on Mikey’s side of the bed in the master bedroom, his curly hair sticking up at odd angles and his tiny lips pouted as he quietly snored, he was even wearing a pair of Mikey’s pyjama pants pulled up around the Anthrax t-shirt."

These Nights Make Me Miss You Just a Little Bit Less - ThisIsRawThisIsReal

Summary: Pete and Bronx clean the house before Mikey arrives back from tour.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/461837

"By this point, most of Brendon’s initial righteous anger or whatever has faded, replaced with a sort of calm determination. Ryan’s heard this voice before, Brendon’s I’m being a patient teacher even though you’re being obnoxious voice. Honestly, Ryan’s sure that he’s heard it directed at himself more than at any kids."

Get Back To Where You Once Belonged - chaoticallyclev

Summary: Ryan always intended to be a novelist. Instead, he’s working as a copy editor for the Seattle Times. It’s not the only thing in his life that somehow got messed up.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/298600

“’I’m so totally not even in love with Butcher,’ he tells Bill, nodding seriously and taking another gulp of his drink. ‘You’re drunk, is what you are,’ Bill tells him. ‘No.’ Sisky says. But when he tries to take a step, the floor seems to kind of be moving a little bit. Huh. Weird. ‘Seriously though,’ he tells Bill, slurring a little on the ‘S’s. Did he used to have a lisp like that? Someone must have replaced his mouth with Jon’s while he wasn’t looking. Bastards.”

Only a Little (or: Why William Beckett Is The Worst Best Friend) - restlesslikeme

Summary: Sisky is totally not in love with Andy at all. But really, Bill shouldn’t leave him alone when he’s drunk.

http://restlesslikeme.livejournal.com/15087.html