dancing on the edge of the hollywood sign: a silicon valley slut mix
1. party rock anthem - lmfao
2. celebrity life - the friday night boys
3. dinosaur - ke$ha
4. pretty young things - bodyrox ft luciana
5. super bass - nicki minaj
6. tonight tonight - hot chelle ray
7. rock your body - justin timberlake
8. beautiful, dirty, rich - lady gaga
9. the fear - lily allen
10. california gurls - katy perry
11. we r who we r - ke$ha
12. till the world ends remiz ft nicki minaj and ke$ha - britney spears
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there’s a difference
inspired by “there’s a difference between liking it rough because you get off on pain and liking it rough because it’s the only thing you think you deserve. sometimes Jesse wonders if Andrew knows that.” in this gorgeous fic written by jeyhawk
- blood on my hands - used
- you know what they do the guys like us in prison - my chemical romance
- youth of the nation - p.o.d
- build god then we’ll talk - panic at the disco
- ignorance - paramore
- bully - thee days grace
- miss nothing - the pretty reckless
- shut me up - mindless self indulgence
- give ‘em hell kid - my chemical romance
- i’m a fake - used
- bruised and scarred - mayday parade
- i really fucking love you - the pretty reckless
- it’s not a fashion statement - my chemical romance
- empty with you - used
- thank you for the venom - my chemical romance
i swear its good music just give it a try
Mark and Wardo in modelling clay.
Mark comes with a gap hoodie(with an actual hood in the back I’ll have you know), shorts and fuck-you flip flops. His eyes are actually blue beads why do they look silver Dx.
Wardo comes in a suit, complete with ridiculous hair, big grin and brown eyes. He salutes, because he likes to do that.
Fic: This Same Kind of Remorse
Title: This Same Kind of Remorse
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama
Pairing: Andrew/Jesse
Summary: So originally this was about Jesse dropping out of school like he’s mentioned in a couple of interviews but then I made it into him running away, meeting Andrew by chance, falling in love, and then angsting over whether he should risk telling Andrew.
Disclaimer: None of this really happened and I don’t own anyone/anything unforunately. The characters are fictional representations of the real people.
Word Count: 2,932
Author’s note: This is my first fic so don’t be expecting anything spectacular. The title is taken from Dustbowl Dance by Mumford & Sons. This is only the first part and I intend to add more. Sorry it’s on tumblr, but I don’t have a LiveJournal.
Warning: There’s lot of angsting and really nothing else in this part, so the ratings will probably go up with the next part(s).
