tannertan36
tumblr dot com
cherry valley forever
styofa doing anything
Game of Thrones Daily
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Claire Keane
PR's Tumblrdome
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
dirt enthusiast
Origami Around
oozey mess
titsay
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
JBB: An Artblog!
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Discoholic 🪩
No title available
pixel skylines
Monterey Bay Aquarium
seen from France
seen from India
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina
seen from Türkiye
@charmingjoseph
hello all.
i’d like to say, i won’t be on this page as much anymore. i’m not really in the twenty one pilots or dan and phil fandoms anymore. but if you’d like to follow my new blogs
@babezos is for my it the movie writing.
@pyrocynnical is for my pyro/leafy/willne/memeulous writing.
sorry for the inconvenience.
- prompt list -
Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
“Stay with me”
“Walk out that door and we’re through”
“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
“I can’t breathe”
“I hate how much I love you”
“Why are you so jealous?”
“Where do you think you’re going”
“Just leave me alone”
“I need some time”
“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”
“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”
“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
“Just talk to me”
“Bite me”
“If you insist”
“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”
“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”
“Why are you so nice to me”
“Choose me”
“We’ll get through this, I promise”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”
“You’re mine. I don’t share”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you”
“Make me”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”
“I think I forgot how to breath”
“Stop biting that fucking lip!”
“You’re blushing”
“I missed something didn’t I?”
“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”
“Well this is awkward”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You look like you need a hug”
“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”
“Please come home, I miss you”
“You’re so fucking adorable”
“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”
“I’m pregnant”
“You’re lucky you’re cute”
“Cuddle me.”
“Sometimes I really don’t like you”
“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”
“Im too sober for this”
“Oh god, I need a drink”
I’ve got a writer’s block. Send me some requests for tonight. ❤
Please send some prompts and ships!! I’d love to write some stuff!!
send some in !! i’m bored, and i really am in a writing mood.
taken by sleep
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE, STAY SAFE MY FRIENDS. sorry this is so late, i’ve been in school. it’s been rough. enjoy ~lexi. ~ it’s the arguing that got him. it made tyler joseph feel as if he was sinking, no will to continue anything or go on with his life in general. he felt useless. of course, this wasn’t the case. his long term boyfriend, josh dun, needed him. they were the stereotypical couple that everyone was jealous of. they were always together, and most likely would’ve always been together, if not for this tragic accident. it was a wednesday. a boring wednesday, the ones where absolutely nothing happen, and it makes everyone want to lay in bed while the clock continues ticking the day away. tyler had been making coffee. he was looking for mugs when josh came in, yelling on the phone about some project he had for work. josh worked at a high class banking job. he practically had the bluetooth ear phone stuck to his ear, talking to what seemed like the air. the brunette usually stayed quiet while his boyfriend was like this, sitting on the counter and swinging his feet absentmindedly, sipping coffee, ignoring the burning sensation on his tongue. joshua was yelling more than usual today, though. “move.” he said, and it took tyler a second to realize he was talking to him. the brunette furrowed his eyebrows at josh’s aggressive tone, but hopped off of the counter. you see, tyler was a bit clumsy. he tended to trip over things and drop stuff. it was who he was. in this case, he spilled his coffee. all over josh. luckily, it wasn’t burning anymore, but it was still warm, and stained his shirt, invading the fibers. josh was fuming, his bluetooth headphone falling out of his ear and into the already made puddle of coffee. “i’m so— i’m so sorry josh! oh my god! here, i’ll help you—“ he was cut off quickly by josh. “don’t you dare fucking touch me. you’ve already helped, /quite/ enough.” josh growled, slapping away his hand when tyler touched him, /hard./ tyler was taken aback. this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. again, he was a klutz, so he made a mess of everything. one time, on their second date which seemed like centuries ago, tyler spilled water all over josh. the boy laughed it off, taking his sweatshirt off and continuing the date. now, in the present, josh was more uptight, more stressed out. “josh, i said i’m sorry, okay? jesus, it’s not that big a deal.” tyler barely comprehended the words as they shot out of his mouth. he could see josh’s face from shocked, to furious. “listen here, you little shit! i work all day and all night to get us these things, the least you can fucking do is try not to make things worse. you’re pathetic.” josh seethed, and tyler couldn’t lie, he was shaking. “i’m trying my best, alright? it’s not my fault you’re an uptight prick!” tyler yelled. “you’re so dumb, tyler. so stupid that you can’t even find a job for yourself. you can keep telling yourself that this music thing will take off, but you’re lying to yourself. you’re never going to make it tyler, never. wake up like the rest of us. do something valuable with your life.” josh said, and then he was gone. tyler felt a sob rip through his body, and before he knew it, he was crying. then it was when he came home, when josh arrived through that door, when everything really took place. he came home angry, because when wasn’t he angry anymore? tyler had tried to make dinner. but his cooking skills didn’t go much past ramen, and he accidentally burnt the food. so the house was filled with smoke. josh was not happy about this. “what the hell did you do?!” josh scolded, opening the door to let some air in. at this point, tyler was again angry at him, but it seemed he couldn’t yell. “i was— i was trying to—“ he began. “you really can’t do anything right, can you? you’re useless, tyler. fucking— useless!” josh snapped, huffing and going into his office. tyler’s face was solemn. he really couldn’t do anything right, could he? nothing. josh was right. he was pathetic, a pathetic waste of space. he was crying again for the second time, and this time he ran for the bathroom, slamming the door and pressing the lock shut. he grabbed the razor blade. the one that was hidden under the basket that held combs and other things. the brunette went to the bathtub, filling it up. he turned it up to a searingly hot temperature, comparing to the coffee this morning. he examined the blade in his fingers, cutting them a bit in the process by accident. he didn’t care. the cold metal found its way pressed up again his wrist. slice. it went through easily. tears mixed with blood that mixed with water as he made more and more, and then he couldn’t stop himself from pushing harder, and longer. the color was fading from his world, now. he was taken. taken by numbness, and helplessness. the brunette was taken by sleep. pathetic. ~ josh had knocked at the door softly, guilt trapping his system. “tyler, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean it, i swear. i was just angry, and i took it out on you. please open the door.” no response. “ty, please.” still nothing. “tyler.” nothing. then he was concerned. “tyler?” his voice squeaked. when he got no answer, he tried to open the door himself. it was locked. all he could hear was the subtle drip of the faucet. they’d been planning to get a new one. “tyler, open the door please.” he continued, his voice urgent. he was pushing against the door now, his head formulating things that could’ve happened. maybe tyler had headphones in. maybe he accidentally fell asleep in the bath. he was pounding against the door, wearing the lock on it until it busted, and josh fell to his knees, looking up fast enough to practically give himself whiplash. tears fell when he saw the nightmare before him. his boyfriend’s face had gone pale. his eyes closed peacefully. that was about the only peaceful part about it. there were large cuts on his wrists, turning the bathtub a scary crimson color. “no!” josh yelled, moving to him and cradling his head. “p-please tyler, be okay. please.” his world was crashing as red stained his white shirt that he’d changed into when tyler had spilled coffee on the first one. “please wake up!” he was angry now, pounding on the edge of the bathtub, breaking a piece off. “i’m so fucking sorry tyler, please, come back. i’ll do anything. i need you.” though he knew tyler wasn’t coming back. he won’t ever be back, nor will it ever be the same. tyler was taken by sleep. ~ DAMN HI YALL THIS WAS SAD TO WRITE BUT ENJOY ?? again major trigger warning stay safe my friends.
reasons i haven’t replied back:
- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise
not reasons i haven’t replied back:
- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore
sorry
hi guys i’m so sorry i haven’t been on
school sucks
more coming soon
By any chance would you be able to do some sort of joshler fan fic based off of taken by sleep like full on if that makes sense. Maybe character death
hi we already talked about this, but i'll start it later today. again, sorry if i get the meaning the slightest bit wrong, i'm a p shitty writer, especially with song prompts. but as i did last time, ill totally try my best !! thank you !
I'm not Tumblr famous.
Getting asks isn’t a regular thing, I still smile when I see Messages (1).
People don’t reblog me ASAP. Sure, I get reblogged 20 or 30 notes, if I’m lucky.
I don’t get asked for pictures of me.
People don’t ask me for requests.
I don’t have a lot to offer.
most of my blog is 99.9% reblogs
I LOVE every little follower of mine
always;brendon x reader
hi this took forever i’m so sorry
i hope y’all enjoy
~
you actually got out of work early for once, and planned to surprise your boyfriend with your arrival. when you walked through the door, immediately you noticed something was off. a smack came from your guys’ room, which caught your attention. so, of course, your curiously brought you to the door, a trail of clothing down the hallway. your breath hitched as you slowly opened the door, to see your boyfriend. with another guy. in your bed.
“am i not enough for you?” your loud and obviously restrained voice rang through the small room, making the brunette almost fall off of it. “baby! no! it’s- it’s not what it looks like.” he quickly tried to make up an excuse, but of course you were having absolutely none of his nonsense.
“bullshit!” you yelled, and the other man, a blonde guy with pretty green eyes that looked just so innocent and unknowing got off of the bed, grabbing his clothing and putting it on, giving brendon time to about three quarters of the way before he bolted out of the room and through the front door, the crisp noise of the wood filling the house as neither of you knew what to say or how to say it.
“y/n, pl-” brendon began, but you cut him off before he could get any farther than that.
“don’t say a fucking word.” you snarled, easily standing over him. “i can’t believe i trusted you! what a stupid decision that was. of course you’d do something like this. i guess all of those rumors were true.” of course you regretted that immediately.
brendon was rumored as the major player, the bed hopper in your area. you started off as a one night stand with him, then friends with benefits, and then you both realized your hearts wanted each other. brendon told you he'd leave everything behind, for you. you trusted him immediately, knowing he wouldn't.
then-- then he did.
he broke everything.
he ruined it all.
and now, you walked out of the door, leaving the brunette behind. you wouldn't come back to that apartment, that made you cry whenever you so much as thought of the events that happened on that night. how brendon broke your heart, how he thought you were so ‘replaceable.’
pathetic, you were. to believe in him.
after that, you were purely shocked to see brendon on the cover of a magazine. it had been about three years, and there he was. his hair was different, but his eyes still held excitement and his smile still held love as he grinned on the cover of it.
the brunette had been in a band for a very long time now, even way before the two of you got together. he always told you he'd make it big.
though you hated him, you always believed in him. you always bought and listened to his music after that day, curious as to how he's grown and what he's done. his voice was as smooth as honey.
as you looked around your living room, you thought about everything you two had. all of the memories that you could never get back, no matter how hard you clutch onto them. it hurt. everything hurt. you felt numb, dead with emotion as tears streaked down your face. a sob wracked through your body as you typed in concerts in your area, then ‘panic! at the disco.’
‘death of a bachelor tour, madison square garden.’ it was a week from now, and there was barely any tickets left. the only ones were in the front row, as they were too expensive. not too expensive for you, though. you clicked the ‘buy’ button, and the order went through.
you had to see him again. no matter what. needed to see his face, just to know what you're missing.
~
you walked in the cold streets of new york city, trying not to get spoken to by anyone. people tried to hit on you, which you quickly declined. your feet went quicker as you heard screaming, but in a group. it was gleeful, and obviously by a girl.
then you saw him.
brendon, rushing down the street, his head down, sunglasses on even though it was dark by now. you tried to yell out to him. he looked up quickly, taking a moment to recognize you, as your looks had changed as did his. your heart stopped, and so did you. you thought you'd be prepared, you thought you'd know what to do, but you stood there, staring like you didn't know what else to do, because you didn't know what else to do.
he froze too.
“y-y/n…” brendon muttered, taking his glasses off to reveal the brown eyes that made your heart go faster than it ever had been. “b-b-” you began, but the other was quickly taken away by management, yelling at him about how soon the show was starting.
your best friend, cole, had come with you, as you knew you couldn't do this alone. it scared you too much. of course, the little shit was walking at turtle speed, so he just arrived when brendon left, complaining about how it was cold and dark. he saw the look on your face, his eyebrows furrowing.
“y/n, are you alright?” he asked, concerned for you. “b- b- br-” you started.
“brother, briber, bring? speak to me, y/n!” he shook your shoulders. “brendon.” you mumbled, and his face dropped. “oh god, you saw him? like-- face to face?” he asked, and you nodded feverishly. “oh god…” you could tell cole didn't know quite what to say, seeing the way he looked down and shuffled his feet.
“yeah, i know. he was… everything i thought he'd be.” you mumbled, sniffling. you didn't like to cry, but stress always made you break down.
“it'll be okay. come on, the concert is starting soon.” cole grabbed your wrist, ensuring you wouldn't get lost. though you were taller than brendon, cole was much taller than you, along with most of the crowd. the two of you ventured into the entrance, having to fight your way but you two ended up making it in the end, and finding your seats. front row. the clear view of the stage excited but scared.
the concert started, everyone screaming as loud as they possibly could, and you stood there, in shock. even cole was cheering, jumping up and down excitedly, while you waited. a drumroll went, and then sharply ceased, before the one and only came out.
he threw his arms up in the air, and everyone cheered. he seemed so confident, like that was where he belonged. which is was.
you ended up getting into the concert after hearing his voice. it was smooth, just like you remembered it when he used to play with your hair and sing to you. then it happened.
he saw you, in the crowd, and stopped. stopped singing, stopped moving. the crowd didn't know whether to clap, cheer, be concerned? everyone stood there, in silence, along with you and brendon.
“alright alright alright. i want to invite someone up onto the stage, someone i haven't seen in a… a little while now for-- top secret reasons. their name is y/n.” he said, and you looked to cole in panic, you helped you up onto the stage, backing away.
you stood there, in complete shock, your brain not able to comprehend what the hell was going on. was this real life? you couldn't tell.
“i want to dedicate this song, to you.” brendon said, and the crowd absolutely screeched. you looked out to the audience, your eyes blinded by the lights. you looked to cole, who gave you a thumbs up.
he began to sing, that damn song. the song he'd sing to you to calm you down, the song he'd sing you when you both were exhausted. it was practically your lullaby.
always.
tears brinked in your eyes as everything seemed to move in slow motion, your heart pounding as he continued to sing. after the song, he delivered a small speech, off of the top of his head.
“y/n is someone that deserves an apology from me, though it's a little late. i'm sorry, y/n. i'm happy you're here. it's good to see you agai--” brendon could barely finish his sentence before you tackled him in a hug.
and just like that, your life was aligned, as the person you'd longed for had changed everything about his life around and come back into it.
hey guys
new brendon x reader coming out sometime in the next few days !
wow
i'm getting so much attention on my drabbles. thank you all for liking and leaving feedback, it means a lot.
intoxication;phan
phil lester was streaming. tons of people were watching, leaving crazy comments that he responded to. dan had gone out for the night with pj to god knows where for about the third night in a row, and it was really freaking him out.
so, he did what he always did whenever he needed a distraction from anything.
he livestreamed.
his fans always made him feel better about everything, though they were quite insane, they were very supportive and willing to bring him up from his worried stage.
he briefly talked, only for about a half an hour, until there was a slam of a door and stomping down the hallway. dan appeared, and phil shut off the livestream immediately, knowing dan could never keep his mouth shut when intoxicated, and he didn't want to bore their fans or worry them.
"p-phil! i missed you soooo much." dan giggled like a teenage girl, and phil raised an eyebrow.
"i-- uh-- missed you too, dan." phil decided to feed into it while dan was like this. it'd keep dan from freaking out, which was something he didn't feel like seeing right now.
"i love when you say my name like that." dan mumbled, which made phil's head spin in confusion. what the fuck was he on about?
"like what?" phil asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"like that." dan shot back immediately, a whiny tone in his high pitched voice.
"i always say your name like that, silly. your name is dan." phil couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at dan's absolutely nonsense ramble. he took a sip of the water he had on the desk so his voice wouldn't run out during the livestream.
"i know, but whenever you say my name, it makes me fall in love with you more." phil almost spit out his water, managing to roughly swallow it.
"w-what?" phil asked, completely taken aback by this. dan looked at him incredulously, as if his confusion was stupid.
dan then slurred something he couldn't make out. he doubt he would've been able to comprehend the words anyway, his mind was spinning.
"o-okay dan, time for bed." phil said, grabbing the boys hand and helping him stumble along to his own bedroom.
"goodnight phil, i love you." dan cooed, getting into bed though he had jeans and a tee shirt on with vans. he didn't seem to mind.
"goodnight dan, i love you too." phil said, his voice barely a whisper.
Hello! I just found you blog And I gotta say, it's amazing! Anyways I for your prompts thing do you think you could do a little Drunk Dan/Sober Phil? Dan: would you stop saying my name like that? Phil: Like what Dan? Dan: Like that Phil: That's how I always say it silly Dan: I know it's making it hard for me to pretend I'm not in love with you
thank you so much !! also, yes, i'll be sure to do that prompt at the next chance i get writing. :)
broken;phan
HEY so like i wrote like half of this entire fucking thing, and then i accidentally posted it, and ended up deleting the entire post without copying and pasting in a frenzy to delete it.
yay...
so this is a rewrite :')
en-freaking-joy.
this was written off of a prompt.
update: this is so short i'm so sorry
~
flashback
"i hate you! i hate you so much, you don't fucking deserve me. you're an asshole." a brunette spat, tears running down his face to the point where he wiped his face with his light blue shirt and the liquid was quickly replaced with fresh tears. his cheeks were an angry red, a contrast from his fists, which were stark white.
a shorter boy with eyes the color of the sea frantically tried to apologize, though the other was having none of it. a vase went flying, smashing into bits as it fell onto the hardwood.
"you know what? i'm fucking done. i'm out of here. i hope she was worth it, you twat." dan grabbed his jacket, and phil's instinct sent him flying to grab his shoulder. dan roughly pushed him away, walking straight out of the door.
slam.
present day
it was the jacket that set it off.
phil was searching through his closet for a button up shirt, groaning as he was unsuccessful. he had a date that night, his first date from after that night.
he was trying.
then he felt something.
a scratchy sort of feeling, but still comforting. he pulled at it, curious as to what it was. he was expecting another one of his random shirts from years ago, but was surprised when he found something different.
it was dan's jacket. the red one, with the white stripes. before he knew it, he was on the ground, tears welling into his eyes. he slammed his fist on the wood, sending a sharp smack throughout the apartment.
"we could've been happy!" he yelled, throwing the jacket across the room. it hit the wall and slumped in the corner.
he was done.
"we could've been happy." he said, his voice weak and cracking. tears flooded his eyes like a fountain, staining his cheeks.
he would never get that back.
he'd never be happy.
Prompts
Hey kids please send prompts to @charmingjoseph
Their stuff so far is amazing!
i actually love you wtf
Okay about the prompt thing, ive been meaning to ask someone about this idea and id they could write it I was thinking about ‘you could be happy’ by snow patrol and a 2012 kinda angst theme :)
oh wow, this is a really good idea ! i listened to the song, and i honestly love what i could do with this. any specific ship you'd like?
questions !
guys, send in prompts through questions for me to write. i really want to write, but i have no ideas. let me know what you want to see!
MASTERLIST
i finally made a masterlist !! i know there’s not much, but everything will be added eventually as i continue writing. anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think of my writing and give me suggestions as to ideas of what to write about!
** means trigger warning
josh dun x tyler joseph:
batter up chapter 1
batter up chapter 2
taken by sleep **
josh dun:
none yet!
tyler joseph:
none yet!
brendon urie:
sleepy songs
always
ryan ross:
none yet!
phan:
broken
intoxicated
others (will be in title):
none yet!
