#Emo

[pc98-rom]

[xx-3mop0lent4-xx]

100% true (even though i sleep normally after an horror movie, with bloopers would be even better)

[fawndollie]

HUGE music blinkie dump.. found some mayhem ones too which i was surprised about!!

[legobatmanmovie]

internet friends

[lunadel66]

me as a cat

[fishydude741]

shiz getz old

[magnificentmicrowave]

the sceeemo bitchesssss

[witchrealms]

(x)

[xx-emowarz-xx]

People don't actually grow out of their emo phases. People are forced out of their emo phases by employers who get a raging boner over controlling how their employees dress, cut their hair, whether they mod their bodies and so on

[raz0r2r0sary]

how it feels to not be in nj rn

[dat-soldier]

repost with better colors

[satbehindyouinmath]

Wdym I can’t be an emo boy in the 2000s and start my own band to kiss other emo boys?

[sstufffs]

Drowned Out

Pairing: Ajax x Reader

Warnings: angsty

(Also I fear the timeline may be messed up but it’s okay….)

You were a siren—

But not like the others at Nevermore. You kept to yourself, isolated, constantly reminded you were "different." Even among your own kind you sometimes felt like you didn’t belong.

When Bianca had her heart broken by Xavier the previous year, she hadn’t felt comfortable telling the other sirens about it. Surprisingly, she turned to you. Maybe it was because you knew what it was like to want to be better than the stereotypes, to fight against what others assumed.

Your quiet advice and understanding sparked a real friendship between you and Bianca. And that act of kindness didn’t go unnoticed—especially by Ajax Petropolous.

He saw you for you. Not a siren. Not a label. Just… you.

He never cared about the whispers that claimed sirens were manipulative. He laughed with you like it was the easiest thing in the world, joined you for late-night study sessions in the Nightshade hideout, traded whispered jokes in between classes. Bianca might have been your closest girl friend, but Ajax was your guy—your safe place.

Until one day, your heart decided to make everything complicated.

Until one day, being around him made your pulse skip.

You never told him. You wouldn’t risk something so rare.

And then there was Enid.

You were the ocean and the night. She was the forest and sunlight. Ajax was drawn to her warmth, and before you realized, you were watching him slip away—texts stopped, plans faded, and you learned how to smile like it didn’t hurt.

He became part of Nevermore’s golden couple. When you passed in the halls, he would still wave or say hi, but his eyes were always moving—looking for her. You faded into the background, back into silence.

One afternoon, you sat beside the water fountain with Bianca, sketchbook balanced on your knees.

“Hey,” she said, settling next to you.

You hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up from your drawing.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because," Bianca said gently, “you and Ajax haven’t talked since he got with Enid. I can tell it’s bothering you.”

You shrugged, forcing a neutral tone. “I just don’t wanna be a third wheel.”

“Okay,” she murmured, letting it go.

You stayed quiet the rest of the afternoon, even as chatter swirled around you.

That night, you wandered the grounds in the silver moonlight, letting the breeze hit your skin, closing your eyes and pretending you were back in those days when Ajax was still yours—if only as a friend. You could almost hear the whispers, feel the laughter. But when you opened your eyes, the world was exactly the same as before. Empty.

A year passed. You still kept to yourself, but you’d grown stronger in your own way. Bianca had taken you shopping over break, and your darker, bolder style reflected this quiet confidence.

New term, same Nevermore—except for the rumors.

Whispers of Enid and a new guy, Bruno. Sightings of them together with the wolf pack. Even though you and Ajax hadn’t spoken in months, you couldn’t help but feel a pang for him.

Then Ajax found out. No closure. No gentle words—just the truth right in his face.

And he changed. Completely. The bracelets Enid gave him were gone, his usual lightness replaced with shadows.

It was late when a knock echoed through your dorm.

Divinia your roommate was out with the sirens for the night and you knew she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. You almost didn’t answer… but old habits die hard when it’s him.

You opened the door. Ajax stood there—taller than you remembered,eyes red-rimmed, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“…Can I come in?” His voice was hoarse.

Every part of you wanted to shut the door, to make him feel a little of the hurt you felt last year.

But you stepped aside.

He walked in and collapsed onto your bed, face buried in his hands like he used to do before big exams, as if no time had passed between you two. You stood there for a moment, unsure, until he finally spoke.

“I messed up,” he rasped. “She—Enid—” He stopped, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

Your throat felt tight. “I heard,” you said gently.

He laughed—bitter, low. “I was so focused on her. I… I lost everyone else because of it. I lost you.”

The words cut both shallow and deep.

“It’s okay,” you said automatically, the lie tasting like ash.

Ajax’s eyes searched yours, regret swimming there. “No, it’s not. You were always there, and I… I’m sorry. I miss you. Can we go back?”

Your chest burned. A thousand wishes surged up inside you—but the memories hit harder. Endless days of being sidelined. Feeling invisible.

You shook your head, soft but firm. “It doesn’t work like that, Ajax.”

He bit his lip, looking away. “Please. I need you.”

You almost laughed at the ache in your chest. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear from you,” you said, voice trembling. “Just… not like this. Not now.”

His expression cracked, and for a moment he looked like the boy you once knew.

“I needed you too, Ajax,” you whispered.

(Was this even good? I have no idea, I wish it was more like gut wrenching, knife to the heart, type of angst)

[porcelainpistol]

[p4inkllr]

Girl on the train