All Time Low And 5SOS Have A Indescribable Bromance.

This is what I do every morning.

You would not believe how much my flexibility has improved - I can now do the forward fold with my palms flat on the floor.

 If you have more time you can hold each pose for 20 or 30 seconds.

Crimson Passage, Masterlist

Senior Year was supposed to be everything she had ever dreamed.

She was supposed to be a Gilbert, a daughter, and a sister. She was supposed to be Captain of the drill dance team, even if the Mystic Timber Wolfettes was a cheesy name. She was supposed to have gained the love of a Salvatore, one who had promised to protect her, no matter what came. Until she took the plunge and could protect herself, that is. Though probably, still yet, even then. 

She thought her final year was going to be the best that it could be, given the fact that she honestly couldn’t remember a time when things had been normal, not anymore.

She was wrong.

One harrowing ultimatum and a heartwrenching betrayal later, everything that was supposed to have been true, is no more. Instead, she finds herself a bloody mess, deep in the wood, and utterly alone. With one move, fate has been set in motion, and nothing that she knew will ever be the same again. Of course, living in a town dubbed Mystic Falls, what more could she really expect?

“Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.” -Oscar Wilde

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x OC (Past), Niklaus Mikaelson x OC (Current), Kol Mikaelson x OC (Current), Elijah Mikaelson x OC (Current), Mikaelson Brothers (Triad) x OC (Possibly)

*The OC will have distinctive relationships with each of the Mikaelson Brothers listed above. The reason why will become apparent as you read. I am still yet undecided on the final, endgame pairing. 

Warnings: Non-Canon/Crossover Elements (Possibly), Language/Cursing, Adult Themes/Situations, Fighting/Violence/Murder, Slight Gore/Blood, Mythological Themes, Ritualistic/Sacrificial Themes, Supernatural Creatures/Beings, Folklore/Lore, Character Death (Minor, Possible Major), Emotional Stress/Anxiety/Trauma, Possible Mentions of Depression/Angst, Physical Trauma, Major Fluff!, Drinking/Possible Drug Usage (Please Party Responsibly!), Polyamorous Elements, Smut/Sexual Themes and Situations (Seriously)

*Individual Trigger Warnings/NSFW Warnings will be noted on each chapter. 

This is a previously posted work of fiction that I first began on FanFiction(Net). I’ll be editing and posting what I started with there, first, before continuing it. If you recognize the story and have concerns, please send me a message!

Story Links:

Prologue [Coming Soon, November 2nd]

Part One [Coming Soon, November 9th]

Part Two [Coming Soon, November 16th]

Part Three [Coming Soon, November 23rd]

*Release Dates are subject to change, either because of prior engagements or my inability to make you guys wait!

Me during the day: ughhh i want to sleep so baddd take me homeee i’m so tiredd

Me when i’m supposed to fall asleep: i’m going to read 538484829 fanfics because i can’t sleep !!!!!!1!1

I’m screeching

Who knows the song ??

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PASS IT ON WE HAVE TO DO IT

Touches

Ashton: His fingers press into the skin of your hips, imprinting the unique ridges of his touch onto your skin and into you. The touch of his lips on your skin causes your eyes to roll back into your head. The feels of his sweaty skin against yours make you feel alive. Your name leaving his lips seems to rest on your skin as if he's touching every inch of you at once. Even when he's away on tour, his voice has the same effect through the phone, making your cheeks warm and blush. Whenever you blush around his, his finger tips graze across your skin, making your blush deepen. His touches range from rough to soft, passionate to delicate, and everything in between, just like your love for him.

Calum: His hands rest against your waist, just under your shirt, sending shivers down you spine when he holds you close. He says he has to touch every single inch of your skin, memorizing every curve and valley that makes up your body. His touches are constant, no matter who is around. He's got his arm around your waist or your neck, bringing you in as close as possible. He often rests his chin on your head as his arms wrap around you, encasing you in him in an effort to protect you from everyone and everything. His hands never still on your skin. Always wandering, always traveling, always memorizing every mark. He said he wants you to know his touch like its your own and he wants to know your body better than he does his own, and that he's got a lot of years to catch up on, so he better start now.

Luke: His fingers dance across your skin, barely touching you at all. Everywhere his fingers pass, his lips immediately follow. His nose gently moves across your skin and his lips come after. He memorizes you with his lips, not his hands. Daily, they brush across your forehead, the end of your nose, the shell of your ear, the awkward freckle on the back of your hand. Around others, his hands slides into yours. His larger palm pressing against your smaller one, the only touch of his that's ever firm. Yet, his slight touches with his fingertips and his lips seem as unbreakable as the vice-like grip his hand has on yours anytime the press or even the crew come near you. He won't let his hands wander in public, holding back because he thinks that moments when you're that vulnerable and open should be for only his eyes. His touch brings a warmth that a coat or a blanket never could provide. He's warming the inside of you, warming you up to the idea of loving him, and showing you how warm and beautiful love can be.

Michael: When there are others around, his hands mostly stay in his pockets. You generally wrap your arms around his arm, keeping yourself close to him, but his hands almost never rest on you around other people. You know why. Whenever you're alone, his hands never stay his one spot. He has to touch every single inch of you with his hands and his mouth. He leaves bruises in the shapes of his fingertips and the shape of his mouth all over your skin, making you crave him more, making you beg for more of his touch. He's almost never soft or gentle with you, until after you've begged and screamed and pleaded for him, until after it's over. His hands and mouth then go over each bruise his left, gently rubbing across it with his thumb and drifting over it with his finger tips. His lips delicately press against the bruises his mouth left either. His touch is first like fire, searing your skin and marking you as his own, and then is cool and comforts, soothing your irritated skin and reminding you that he's the only one who gets to touch you like this, that you're his and he's yours.

Harry -xx :) 😂😂 yupp he loves us more than free wifi hahahahahaha

AU: You’re in a punk rock band and Michael is a big fan of yours.

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