"I'm not gay. I'm not gay." Gerard has been telling himself that he wasn't gay for as long as he can remember. He doesn't want what the bullies say to be true. However, when new student, Frank Iero, comes to town, Gerard's world is turned upside down. Frank promises to look after Gerard but it's a harder job than he had anticipated.

A book full of MCR lyrics. For Bullet-Bringers. For Revenge-Seekers. For Black-Paraders. For Fabulous-Killjoys. For Conventional-Weaponers. Contains lyrics and extra info on major albums :D

After the fall Molly Hooper does everything she can to help the brilliant Mr Sherlock Holmes. Unfortunately it isn't always easy being his flatmate, especially considering the circumstances. Despite him being a pain in the arse her love for him helps her keep his secret as he dismantles James Moriarty's network. But what happens after? When he's left and returned will things go back to the way they were? [Beautiful cover art by grouchywolfpup]

A place where your favorite trans babe talks about gender and it's many mysteries.

Frank and Gerard have been through a lot. It's not until they meet when everything goes downhill. Nothing seems to be going right. At least they're just as messed up as each other. A Frerard and a bit of Rikey fanfic.

I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth. I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently. Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh? But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.