Tyler Joseph gets diagnosed with cancer. Jenna Joseph stands by his side. He's afraid of what's happening to her.She's afraid of what's happening to him.» very heavy stuff, so don't read if you're easily triggered.
[This is a collab with beanfic!] Pumpkin carving. Halloween party. Ghost hunting. In your eyes, these were the essential activities in order to have the spookiest Halloween yet, and of course you had to bring your two best friends along for the ride. While you're determined to make this year the best yet, your friends have other ideas.Will this year live up to your expectations? Or will some unexpected shenanigans make it all come crashing down?
"Don't forget about me please Josh?" She asked. I felt her pull out of the hug. I grabbed her shoulders. "I won't forget about you for the world buttercup. Don't forget me too okay? I love you." I said, pulling her into another hug and softly kissing her mud-brown hair. "I won't Joshie. I love you too. I'll miss you." She said, pulling on her small backpack, and holding her the stuffed elephant I got her. I hugged her one last time with one more kiss. "I'll miss you too buttercup." I said. She went off into the hallway with her social worker. I haven't seen her since. -completed May, 2017-Trigger Warning: Depression, Mentions of Rape, Synesthesia
Nadja, the firstborn of the union between two legendary kingdoms, is in danger. Can she be rescued and peace restored?
Aman Roy - A British-Punjabi boy with Greek God looks. He is totally clueless about his roots and culture. He's a typical good boy as straight as a ruler who doesn't smoke or drink and his innocence is ridiculously drool worthy. He's an avid reader and a geek who wishes to be a best selling author in future. He works on a senior post as a Graphic designer in a multi-national software company in Amsterdam. He has a pretty monotonous life and there's nothing worth mentioning about it. The annual holidays have arrived and upon his Dad's persuasion Aman reluctantly agrees to visit his dad's village in Punjab where he meets Tisha Singh - Unique like her name and only one of her kind. From tractor riding to emptying dozens of alcohol bottles, she has done it all. She is a no nonsense girl who hears, sees and talks no crap. Aman realizes that he's falling for this weird woman but there's one problem that the weird woman is happily committed to someone. Will Aman ever succeed in making her realize that he loves her truly, completely and catastrophically? Find out in this fun filled and somewhat cliché adventure with a Punjabi Twist, 'Amsterdam to Ambala.'
when tyler was out on his regular 3:00am stroll. he meets a boy. lower case intended.sorry if it's crap, this is the first fic i've written. its also very short.
Join the 3 friends while they suffer together in challenges such as handcuffed to eachother for 24 hours and more! You can request what kind of challenge you want them to do! I'll try and make it as strange as possible XD
well, was it worth it ? was it worth the price ? the horrors of war, the loss of life . . . 𝐈n 𝐖hich Eleanor André must decide if she wishes to remain on the pickett fence and be impaled by it, or swallow her inhibitions and join a cause. With the allegiance to her homeland across the sea hanging on by the mere threads of a tattered flag; Eleanor is put to the test when caught in-between loyalist and patriot crossfire and thrown into the very thing she promised her brother she'd never entertain: webs of lies and lying turncoat spies. ━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐂. fem!oc 𝒙 ben tallmadge. ©️ cavalrylads 2018. remastered as of 2024. all rights reserved. cover by me. book one in the 'revolutionary' series. ━━━━━━━ 𐂃 ━━━━━━━ ☞ 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦.#1 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 . . . 1/24#1 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 . . . 1/24#1 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 . . . 3/18#1 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 . . . 4/18
Dear you, How does one fall in love? Can it be spontaneous? Between friends that never realized their subtle glances to one another until it's too late? Does fate really play with the deceiving timing? All these questions buzz around my mind like a busy bee and yet, here I am, thinking of you. Always. Tell me, Birdie, how did the idea of love evolve? Did someone just decide one day that they love another and would do so much for them to prove it? I would for you...Birdie, tell me, do people have a choice with who they love? Is that why someone can go from loving someone one week to another the following week? I never could with you...Tell me- tell me, my sweet Birdie, will you love me someday like I love you? Yes, I love you. And I'll shout it off the mountain tops, listening to the echo of my promise, waiting for it to reach your ears. Trusting the light breeze to deliver it to you. Love is crazy, Birdie, and I knew the second I laid eyes on you that one day you will be the sugar to my tea. The spotlight to my stage. Oh, how I love my tea and plays- just about as much as I do you. I love you, my sweet Birdie. And I'll always be waiting for you. For your love. Always and eternally, my little Birdie. (A book consisting of letters)©All Rights Reserved