Bridecest LovechildAndy's fingers were numb from shaking and typing, his eyes sore and puffy from crying, his face wet with tears and streaks of make up.. He sat curled with his head between his knees and his back against the wall of his room, his phone sitting on the ground beside his hip. The screen glowed dimly.More Like This
Then came the knock.
"Come in" he called weakly. The door creaked open and all four of the other Brides entered the dark apartment. Looking around, Ashley caught sight of Andy first and rushed to his side. Ashley was the first of the four to date Andy, therefore holding the closest bond in their eyes. "Andy" he spoke softly, brushing the other man's bang a out of his face. "What's wrong?"
Andy shook his head.
Ashley beckoned the other boys to come kneel beside him. "Come on Ands, it can't be that bad." Cc cooed softly, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.
"Oh, it is..." Andy dry sobbed once more before swallowing air, looking up at them "I'm pregnant."
They were all quiet for a moment, ner
Lifelong - AndleyAshley was 10 when he got his first babysitting job a the Biersack's house.More Like This
They had just moved in the neighborhood, and Ashley was impatient to wait another 6 years to get an actual paying job. He was too small and scrawny to be trusted with walking dogs, or fixing bikes and cars around the neighborhood either. Luckily, he was good at babysitting. He babysat his cousins all the time, so why not get a few extra dollars watching the neighbor's kid?
He was nervous. Very, very nervous. He wasn't sure how old the little Biersack was, he knew he was short and couldn't speak right normally, but he needed a job. Something to keep him occupied while everything was boring, and a few extra dollars wasn't too bad either. Ashley swung his leg over his bike and took off down the street, his skinny legs pumping and turning the petals quickly.
There was still a moving van outside their house, that's how new to the area they were. He saw Mr. Biersack carrying a stack of boxes out of the large orange U
Phan: Kiss On The CheekMore Like This
Dan was up way past the usual bedtime of the rest of Britain, estimating that he was now in the time zone for New York as he clicked and dragged another video clip into place and began adding the special effects. He would try and come up with something to tweet about how this video was the next coming of Jesus or something equally ridiculous. His sleep deprived brain could not think of anything at the moment as he added a flying Nyan cat to soar past his screen.
As his eyes began to droop and his fingers fumbled with the mouse, he felt slender arms wrap around his shoulders and draw him back, his head now resting against a shoulder as ebony hair tickled his cheek. He relaxed into the embrace as he murmured, "Hey Phil."
He dragged another clip into place, edited out the part where he mucked up his words and listened to the steady rhythm of Phil's breath that barely brushed against his cheek. His chin was resting on Dan's shoulder, his eyes watching the screen as Dan continued to edit an
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Cigarette (Bratt) ~ 1 of 1:
"You said that you were hanging up the last time, and you didn't," Brian Haner sing-songed.
"You're pressing your luck, Brian. I mean it this time."
"Awww, Mattie, I love you," Brian said sweetly. "You and that horse cock of yours."
"Brian, you know I hate it when you do this shit and even more when you do it in front of the guys. What a way to embarrass the fuck outta me."
"C'mon, baby, you love my dirty mouth and you know it. We haven't had phone sex in forever, and I need you so bad right now. Of course, jerking off isn't the same or anywhere near as good as having your lips wrapped around my..."
Matt Sanders pulled the receiver down from his ear and slammed it down onto its base, surprised he didn't break the damn thing with the force he'd used. Brian just didn't know when to quit and knew exactly what buttons to push to get him all riled up, which pissed him the fuck of
Check out these adopts!Yo, guys! Check out these adorable babes by my pal, Art-of-Sorrows!!~More Like This
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'Don't Feed the Trolls' needs to die.I wish I was joking, but another bout of sexual harassment against women creeped up this week (only days after the Might No. 9 fiasco). This time in the form of an indi video game a woman is trying to get green-lit to Steam. The game is about depression and is just suppose to help people understand what it’s like living with it, and for this “grievous” action she’s been the target of harassment campaigns. She’s received harassing phone calls, death threats, her personal information and addresses posted for everyone to see. She’s had to change her phone number to stop the harassment, and even pulled the game originally to try and calm this crap down.More Like This
Bravely, she’s decided to post it anyway and is trying desperately to showcase how awful, hurtful, and disgusting our gaming community can be when we stay silent.
You can “justify” your reasons for hating her. You can convince yourself that sending her harassment and hate messages is for
Please Read..Serious Topic.In the shivering, cold night with a full moon to it's highest a little girl screams for help. As she runs for a place to hide, with no where to run, no where to hide, she takes in all the blows with the giant fists of her sister. After twenty minutes or so, she's bleeding and crying heavily while staring at the bruises and cuts all over her. In pure darkness this little asks herself, "what's wrong with me?", but could never understand what was the issue. She never did anything wrong, how can she? At only being 4 years of age, how could she anything seriously bad, still learning right from wrong. With just one look at anyone besides her own mother she would get hit. (This is a preview of a story I'm writing about myself but put into a made up character. I strictly wanted to write this story to help people through Bullying, Rape, Abusement, ((this includes child abusement)), loss of a loved one, and anything else that is bad. why? Cause I've been throughMore Like This
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A crashing boom echoed outside the tour bus, jolting me back to full consciousness when I had been so close to sleep. My heart banged against my ribs, and the black-purple sky cracked open in a blinding bolt. The clouds rumbled threateningly overhead. Not to mention it was fucking cold; the bunk I was in felt like an autopsy table in a morgue, despite the covers and sheets that surrounded me.
As I inhaled another icy breath, I could hear my lungs rattle from the fear that so childishly resided in my heart. My eyes stung, wide and cold, in the pitch black, until another jamboree of thunder and lightning wrathed nearer again. I shivered, pulling my sweatshirt-clad arms tight around my ow
Creep - FrerardIt wasn't always this way.More Like This
I'm naturally drawn to beauty. It's something I personally find rare enough to put on a pedestal; that anything beautiful is meant to be examined and admired.
I'm also more curious than a normal person should be. I guess it's in my genes, and that's something I can't necessarily just wash out.
The first time was an accident.
He had to have known his curtains and blinds were wide open, exposing not just a window, but a huge bay window, on the other side of which was his bedroom. It always struck me as odd of someone to require such a large window in the room where the most private things are accomplished. I didn't dwell on it, though. It wasn't the window I found interesting, anyway, but what lay beyond; within, and what I saw.
I had been walking home from my friend Bob's house. It wasn't far from my apartment at all, maybe a few blocks. I usually rode the bus because Bob complained whenever I was late, and walking meant more distractions. T