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hey guys

so it's clear that this blog has kinda grinded to a halt. myself and maisie have decided that we are going to give you guys the opportunity to come forward and take over it from us, but if nobody offers then we'll leave it inactive completely. we won't delete it, just in case some people might want to read the old stories.

any takers?

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trick or treat!!!

happy halloween!

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send us a 'trick or treat' on or off anon, instead of sweets we'll reply with picture of ATL c:

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jack barakat is confusing because he’s like

but then???

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oH MY GOD

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Anon: please can you do one where shes an author and alex always reads her books but theres one certain series where he gets really into it and she finds him all puffy eyed and sad because she killed off one of the main characters really sadly and he just read the end yay i love you guys

I'm using my own things in imagines again. The book in this is based off an original piece I'm working on right now.     -K 

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You groaned, rolling onto your back and rubbing your forehead. Your laptop lay open at the other end of the bed with the half-finished novel glaring at you from the screen. You were one chapter away from today's target, but you were suffering. Your fingers ached from typing and your eyes were sore from staring at the screen too long. You'd procrastinated a little on tumblr and Twitter, but apart from that you'd been working your butt off. This book was the fourth in a series called "Immortality Rate", and you were working your way around the fact that you'd killed off one of your most useful characters at the end of the previous book. You smiled, you'd read many a tweet about how sad that part was and how it made people cry. When people cried, it meant your job was done.

You turned back onto your stomach and peered at your words, quickly correcting a type. Distracted and bored, your eyes wandered around the room, bathed in the soft light the bedside lamp was emitting. On the other side of the room was a bookshelf filled with your works, you had a copy of them in each and every language. Nestled at the sides were also folders of extra bits, character illustrations your friend had drawn for you, plans, ideas, you name it. If you'd written it, it was in there. 

Alex had read every single one of them. Well, the ones in English. He particularly loved the Immortality Rate series, and as far as you were aware he was in the middle of book three, fast approaching the death scene that you were so proud of. You sighed contentedly, saving your work and shutting down your laptop as you decided that you'd catch up tomorrow. You stretched, but a soft creaking noise caught your attention and you turned your head, arms falling back to your sides.

With the closed book in one hand, Alex stood in the doorway, a mix of disbelief and horror on his face, his eyes ever so slightly red. 

"So I just finished the book..." He said slowly, and you grinned, sitting up with your legs crossed. "Oh?" "Please tell me you're writing your way out of this in book four or so help me, I'll..." Alex fumbled for words as you chuckled, "You'll...?" You leaned back against your pillow, still smirking. "I'll rewrite it myself?" It came out as more of a question than a threat as Alex made a mock-angry fact at you, shuffling towards you and sitting beside you on the bed, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Couldn't you have done it a bit...nicer? I mean, Casey's afraid of water, and you drowned him." "Writers don't do nice, Lex."  "Harry Potter was nice." He argued, "You cried when Dobby died. And Snape was hardly a walk in the park either." "You always use Dobby against me when we talk about your books. I had something in my eye." You chuckled, shuffling downwards so that Alex can wrap his arms around you. "Whatever you say. I can't rewrite Casey's death though. They buried him." You mumbled, your eyes slowly closing. "Yeah, I know. On the hill. So that when the river floods it can't get to him. God damn it Y/N, this is worse than Dobby." Alex rested his chin atop of your head and you smiled softly in your half-asleep state, your fists balled up against his chest. "That's what I was aiming for. Just you wait 'til book four."

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peopleee! we want the inbox full to bursting, give us your requests!

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redrawing an oldie ;)

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The Reckless and the Brave as a two-part round. Listen with headphones for the best effect!

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my friend today said that all time low were gothic.. i think not..