"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever
#extradirty
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occasionally subtle
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$LAYYYTER
Keni
we're not kids anymore.
Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
Mike Driver
if i look back, i am lost
Discoholic 🪩
Andulka
hello vonnie
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
shark vs the universe
taylor price
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@fuckedwithoutakiss
Me at 13: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 17: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 21: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 35: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 51: "god I can't wait to go home and read fanfic"
Can whoever is hoarding sullenriots pls release it if you don't think you'll ever use it? That was my username on here for like 6 years and I lost it whenever I had to delete stuff. I miss it and want it back so it will match my handles across all the other websites 😭😭😭
They’re so cute 💖
Green Day ~ Dilemma Music Video
GREEN DAY vs. homophobia in the early 90’s
Pairing: Billie Joe Armstrong/Original Character Chapters: 19/53 Read On: Archive of Our Own, Wattpad, and Quotev
SUMMARY: August 1989
It was the beginning of an era: shitty music, endless booze, fuck-ups, soon-to-be-dropouts, and a girl who would dip her hand in and change it all.
Enter Roselain Nightingale, daughter of the prominent town judge. Foot-in-mouth, social reject with a 1970's film camera around her neck and a chip on her shoulder. New blood in a pool of stagnant, washed-out teenagers.
They say once you've had a taste of new blood, there's no turning back. And Billie Joe Armstrong wants far more than just one taste.
Green Day, then called Sweet Children, performing at their highschool in 1990. On the drums is John Kiffmeyer, the band's drummer before Tre Cool
Eggplant's Backyard, Pinole, CA, 1990
Pairing: Billie Joe Armstrong/Original Character Chapters: 18/53 Read On: Archive of Our Own, Wattpad, and Quotev
SUMMARY: August 1989
It was the beginning of an era: shitty music, endless booze, fuck-ups, soon-to-be-dropouts, and a girl who would dip her hand in and change it all.
Enter Roselain Nightingale, daughter of the prominent town judge. Foot-in-mouth, social reject with a 1970's film camera around her neck and a chip on her shoulder. New blood in a pool of stagnant, washed-out teenagers.
They say once you've had a taste of new blood, there's no turning back. And Billie Joe Armstrong wants far more than just one taste.
GREEN DAY vs. homophobia in the early 90’s
Billie Joe, i would have...
In a heartbeat
Haushinka live for the first time in 30 years
im gonna touch him
Chapters: 18/53 Pairing: Billie Joe Armstrong/Original Character August 1989 It was the beginning of an era: shitty music, endless booze, fuck-ups, soon-to-be-dropouts, and a girl who would dip her hand in and change it all. Enter Roselain Nightingale, daughter of the prominent town judge. Foot-in-mouth, social reject with a 1970's film camera around her neck and a chip on her shoulder. New blood in a pool of stagnant, washed-out teenagers. They say once you've had a taste of new blood, there's no turning back. And Billie Joe Armstrong wants far more than just one taste.
Chapter 18 of my Billie Joe Armstrong/OC fanfic is now up on AO3!
You can also read on Wattpad and Quotev.
Chapters: 16/40 August 1989 It was the beginning of an era: shitty music, endless booze, fuck-ups, soon-to-be-dropouts, and a girl who would dip her hand in and change it all. Enter Roselain Nightingale, daughter of the prominent town judge. Foot-in-mouth, social reject with a 1970's film camera around her neck and a chip on her shoulder. New blood in a pool of stagnant, washed-out teenagers. They say once you've had a taste of new blood, there's no turning back. And Billie Joe Armstrong wanted far more than just one taste.
Chapter 16 of my Billie Joe Armstrong/OC fanfic is now up on AO3!
You can also check it out on Wattpad and Quotev!
