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He Finally Found Someone (Andley)It was a cloudy, rainy day at a countryside of Nookwood, Idaho. Ashley Purdy had invited his friend, Andy Biersack, to spend the day at his house. So there they were, sitting on the old, creaky country porch. They were covered by the roof that was connected to the porch so they wouldn't get wet. Ashley looked over the country field that spread out for miles. Ashley loved it when it rained.
Ashley's attention was soon grabbed by another thing he loved.
Andy tried to blow his bangs out of his dazzling blue eyes, when that didn't work, he just gave in, and pushed them out of his face with his own hands. Ashley thought it was just adorable whenever Andy did this.
Andy had long blond hair, which was different from Ashley, who had long black hair. Andy was tall, while Ashley was short. Ashley had warm brown eyes, when Andy had sparkling blue. Andy had a pale skin tone, and Ashley was naturally tan.
They were an odd couple of friends, strangers would stare at the pair whenever Ashley and Andy
This Is Our Rebel Love Song 3-------------Andy's POV----------------------
One long period in my life I was alone.
I had no body.
Nobody to tell all my secrets too.
Nobody to trust.
Nobody to love.
Long story short I was an outcast for all my life.
I played with the little Hot Wheel cars all by myself in Preschool.
I would always sit behind the big Oak tree in the school field, thinking to myself during recess in the Third grade.
I would always sit in the corner drawing broken hearts and all the things I felt like, at Free Time during the Fourth grade.
I told my parents I was Gay in the Fourth grade.
All Hell broke lose.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
"But mommy!" I cried out as she screamed in rage at me.
"But nothing! you have brought shame on our family! Nothing but shame! If you cannot have children with a women, then the Legacy of the Biersack family has now ceased to exist!" She would scream at me. Her cold bloodshot eyes were full of hatred.
Hatred against me.
Nothing gave me joy. Nothing
Strength In Numbers - BridecestJinxx groaned, the full effects of his hangover hitting him like a punch in the gut, as his gray eyes fluttered open. He could feel sweat and dry, cracked warpaint clinging to him, and he felt dirty, and far too hot.
His head was pounding, but as a rockstar Jinxx was used to the feeling. Sitting up, he felt the thin white sheet that had covered him fall down his small torso, revealing his bare chest. Jinxx usually slept naked, so this didn't worry him, however, after struggling to think through his aching skull, he realised that he didn't know where he was.
As he shifted, a pain began to make itself known in his lower back. Jinxx clenched his teeth and grunted softly, bringing his hand down to rub the small of his back.
What had happened the night before, Jinxx didn't know. His thoughts were hazy, and his brain felt like mush, as though it had been chewed on and spat out. Blinking, Jinxx tried to open his eyes further, rubbing away the sleep from them.
Jinxx slowly began to
Homework - Andley'Soooooooooooo liek last nite me n ma bf went 2 my place & watched moofies n shit 4 hours & weee drunk bt not 2 much cus i didnt wanaa hangovur lolz xD
i got tired so we went nite nite in ma bed but i got...an erekshunn!1!!1!! & ashleee felt it & wuz awl liek 'wutz dat andy??//??' n i was all liek 'i gotta bananana in muh undies' LIEEESSSS111111!!!!1111!!.
he said...i can make it go away & i was liek lolwhut :/ & he...grabedd it!!! n wuz awl liek lol andeee dats a bonur not a bananananan i cn make dat go awwaaayy 22222 & it felt awsum! & i organismed 10 mins l8r cuz he srtd blowin me and it wuz nicceee.
then he wuz awl liek 'nooooeeesss now i has a bonur!!!1!!1!111 & SO I BLUUUU HIMMM it flttt wieeerd but i lieked it lol
then he put his thingyyyy in my uuu no wuttt & we haaadddd.....................................seeeeeeeeex!111!1111 & it hurrrtttt bt i tok it liek a bus!!!!111!11!
& thn it gut goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood n we wur scremin alot lol n ma momme
I Don't Love You - Andley This is going to be hard.
'Well when you go, don't ever think I'll make you try to stay.'
Thinks had been going great with Andy! We were in love, but something happened, and I just don't feel it anymore.
'And maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way.'
I had my bags packed, and the car was ready. All I had to do was write the note. Andy had went out with Matt, Danny, and Ben. God in Heaven only knows what they're doing.
'And after all this time you still owe.'
I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, I went to our bedroom. I searched for Andy's notebook, looking for a clean page.
'You're still a good-for-nothing: I don't know.'
"Andy," I wrote.
"It's time I feel like I told you this." I sc
Savior - Andley - RequestI was on ledge outside the window of my apartment, six stories high. It was cold, but not too cold, more like a light breeze that ruffled my hair and tickled my skin.
Below me, people had swarmed, and several police cars and ambulances were on standby. They'd only just arrived, and everyone was watching me -a small figure from their view- shouting out things like "Holy shit?" and "Don't jump!" Ha, like I'd listen to them.
I dragged the back of my hand roughly over my eyes, wiping away tears. I couldn't do this any more; this...facade. It was too much.
Everyone saw me as Andy Biersack, the one that had it all- in their opinions. I was popular. I had looks- I'd been a model for several years, now. Straight A student. Was on the track team. I was tall. I could sing. I was ultra-skinny. Almost everyone in the school, male or female, wanted in my panys. I was dating quarter-back, Matt Good, alpha-male of the school.
Yep, I was gay, but no-one cared, despite the fact that one of the things e
Ritual-AndleyTour had just started, and the stress had gotten to me once again. I wasn't eating, I was scared of getting even more fat. I had unearthed a little friend that I hadn't used since I was fifteen.
'Praying for what your heart brings
Thoughts of escape and bloodshot eyes'
I was in the tour bus's little bathroom. All the guys had been passed out in there bunks for about two hours. I decided it was safe. I had to do this.
'You're barely sleeping, no longer dreaming
Now what you do to feel alive?'
I ran my hands through my black hair that was shorter than I had wanted. In a rage of anger and stress I had kept cutting and chopping until I had what I'm stuck with until it grows back out.
I looked in the mirror. All I saw was black circles where my eyes should be. The bags were huge. Moving my eyes down my torso's reflection, I saw the scars I fought so hard to cover up.
"You're nothing, Andy." I said lowly as I pressed the blade on my hip bone, sliding it down. I hissed in pain, but I needed t
At Midnight - AndleyAS A TODDLER- you handed me my Teddy when it fell in the sand
Andy was slipping down the curly slide in his neighbourhood's only kiddie park, grinning widely as he did so. A small teddy was clutched tightly in the three year old's hand, and Andy was holding onto it for dear life. His mother had told him not to lose it, or get it dirty.
"Dat was fun!" Andy exclaimed, happily.
As the blond started toddling towards the side of the park, where his mom sat, talking to other adults, he tripped and fell over. The boy could not help it as a tear trickled out of his powder blue eyes. His teddy bear had landed a few inches in front of his outstreched hand; covered in sand.
"Are you OK?" Andy looked up to see a slightly older boy, with shiny black hair that looked like silk. The boy was looking at him with concerned, wide, honey-brown eyes.
"N-no," Andy sniffled. "My leg h-huwts a-an' my b-beawr- mommy said I c-couldn't get it d-diwty!" His voice broke on the last word. The boy'
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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