Sweet Apple TussleIt was nice cool day at Sweet Apple Acres and most of AppleJacks' morning work had finally been finished. It wasn't close enough to lunchtime yet and she didn't quite feel like going into town. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes as a breeze blew past her, standing her coat on end and sending a slight chill through her. It was a perfect day, not too hot, not too cold and just the right kind of breeze.
AppleJack wasn't usually one for slacking in the middle of the day but her chores were finished and she had some time to herself so she decided to take a short stroll around her orchard. The shade cast by the talls trees was a bit cooler than being out in direct sun but still wasn't cold. The mix of light and shadows as the sun shone through the branches and leaves made the workhorse relaxed and feeling nostalgic about all the time she'd put into working her farm. She had a personal connection to everything on her land and there wasn't a tree here she didn'
Sad Little Irishman [Pewdiejack/Jelix/SepticPie]Voice practically gone from screaming, Jack leaned forward and turned off the camera, then shut down his computer. In one of the other recording rooms, he could hear Felix shouting as well, probably because he was far away from the microphone. Jack tugged on his signature hat and walked out of his little office. Across the hall was the Swede's, painted a light blue with random sayings written on with pencil.
This was their house, a home for Jack's YouTube friends, like Felix, Cry, Ken, Mark, and others. They all had fun and lived and recorded in harmony, aside from the occasional "I could hear you screaming in my video" conflicts.
When the talking had died down, the Irishman walked into the room, seeing the blond sitting at his desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as he wrote the video's description. Jack chuckled softly, crossing the carpeted floor and wrapping his arm loosely around the other's torso. "Hello, sweetheart," he whispered, voice still sore. Felix literally froze, befor
ScootaDashRainbow Dash yawned softly, wiggling her body some to get comfy on the cloud she was resting on. She was about to drift off to sleep, when she heard a familiar voice calling out to her.
"Hey, Rainbow Dash!"
She smiled; it was Scootaloo. Even though she was usually grumpy when somebody disturbed her naps, she didn't mind it when it was Scootaloo. She chuckled to herself; the younger filly absolutely adored her. Rainbow Dash didn't mind it, she loved hanging out with Scootaloo. She reminded Rainbow Dash of a younger version of herself.
"Rainbow Dash, are you awake?"
Rainbow Dash blinked. She'd been lost in thought, and had forgotten to respond to the younger filly. She poked her head over the edge of the cloud, waving at Scootaloo.
"Hey, squirt! What's up?"
"Not much, I was just free today and was wondering if you wanted to hang out!"
Dash grinned and jumped off the cloud, flapping her wings lightly a
JacksepticeyeXReader (Alcohol And Glass)Sitting in your room, you laid in the dark, wallowing in your depression. Why, you may ask. Well, you had certain strong feelings for your best friend and you thought...no you knew that they wouldn't be reciprocated.
'I mean...c'mon! Sean is smart, funny, gorgeous...he's got the whole package! He can have any pick of any girl he wants! So why would he ever consider picking me?' A bitter frown crawled onto your lips, as you pulled the covers from your body and slipped downstairs. Opening the fridge, you pulled out a bottle of beer, the light illuminating your figure for a brief moment. Popping the cap, you downed half the bottle and sighed in relief at the slight burning sensation going down your throat. Finishing off the bottle, you fished through your cabinets and pulled out a shallow glass. Rummaging through your pantry, you slipped a bottle of whiskey onto the table. Pouring yourself glass after glass, you didn't realize how much you'd drank until the bottle was half empty. Screwing
Dangerous Voices You’re useless
Nobody cares for you
You’re lying to millions of people
You don’t deserve to live
You’re so dependent; can’t you do anything for yourself?
Bidding goodbye to his friends, Jack began to walk home with Mark. The voice had been so much stronger today, he was almost glad to say goodbye to his friends. The stress had been unbelievable. All he wanted to do was collapse into bed and sleep, the only way to shut off the stupid input.
Once they reached the apartment, Mark was slightly confused about why his friend retired to his room so early but everyone had rough days.
“You know Jack, if you ever need to talk I’m right here, okay?” Mark stated cautiously.
“Yeah…of course! I’m fine Mark I’m just tired that’s all. Goodnight.” Jack said, making sure to use a happy tone. He couldn’t have Mark suspect anything. Jack was probably crazy and the last
You Really Did Save MePhil came home from hanging out with his girlfriend when he noticed something was wrong. It was quiet too quiet. There was no muse playing, no YouTube video going and no tv being watched. Phil knew for certain Dan would be home so why was it so quiet?
He walked around the flat calling Dan's name. "Dan!! Dan" he shouted. He stopped when he heard a whimper coming from the bathroom. He ran to the door and looked inside. His eyes widen and his heart dropped to his feet. There was Dan covered in blood, arms covered in cuts that crisscrossed like laces and an empty bottle of pills were on Dan's side.
Dan had difficulties deciding if what he heard was actually Phil, or if he was just imagining it. He just hadn't been able to take it anymore, the thought of Phil belonging to someone else, kissing them, holding them. His head was drowsy from all the pills and the stinging sensation in his arm felt so good. Like some of the pain inside of him finally surfaced.
Phil started to cry as he knelt dow
Phan - Temptation[3RD PERSON POV]
"So get your dough nice and floury." Phil told the camera. He and Dan had been filming for about 20 minutes now, teaching the viewers how to make christmas cookies. Before Phil could give the next instruction, Dan ambushed him from behind, hitting Phil's bum with a rolling pin. This made Phil yelp slightly as Dan giggled.
"I thought you were gonna hit me over the head or something like a phsycopath!" the older boy said, smiling at his brown-haired boyfriend.
Dan walked slowly behind Phil, driving him crazy. "I did," he joked in a deep, seductive tone, "but the camera's rolling."
Phil resisted the temptation to grab his partner there and then, knowing his subscribers were waiting. He carried on with the instructions as if nothing had happened.
The younger boy followed suit and busied himself by watching Phil toss the ball of dough into the air repeatedly. He tried to ignore the impulses he got whenever the black-haired lad moved. He looked down briefly, only to double-t
CuttingPeople ask me "What are those?"
And I answer "Honesty, I don't know"
I guess they are just what's within
Shattered reminisce of all my sin
Friends ask me why I hurt myself
Why don't I feel the pain?
Family warns me not to cut myself
But all their words in vain
It's that moment of clarity
Free of emotions, pain and thoughts
No more emptiness, plain sincerity
A release I dearly sought
Yet now I look at all my scars
Look at how my skin was marred
And then my resolution begins to waver
What feeling did I once savor?
Why DO I cut and leave these scars?
Why is it I can't explain
I feel like I'm locked behind iron bars
And all wound up in chains
I'd rather feel stinging physical pain
My broken emotions too hard to reign
I cut and feel guilty it's an endless cycle
I cut and feel guilty it's undeniable
They tell me
"Stop! No more buts"
I answer warily
one last cut"
Fix YouFix You
Another cut another thing Dan fucked up. Another cut another day Dan was mean to Phil. Another cut another day Dan went hiding his feelings from Phil, not just the fact he’s depressed and breaking but the fact he loves Phil. The fact that Dan loves Phil so much that he won’t cut deep and kill himself, even though he wants to be dead. Even though it would make everyone’s life easier. Cutting is all Dan knows to do. Whenever he ruins something or says something mean to Phil that makes him cry Dan cuts. Whenever he gets hate in his videos, Dan cuts. That’s basically all Dan is now. One big cut. Dan washes his arm and looks at all the other cuts he has and tears slide down his face. He walks out of the bathroom and sees Phil wide eyed and scared. “D-Dan?” he says swallowing back tears. “Why…why did you do that?” Dan closes his eyes and looks down. “I’m broken Phil and I can’t be repaired. I've been this way f