"Phil, let's play a game called ouija. "

Frank Iero is in his senior year at high school and spends most of his time with the artist Gerard, the fro kid Ray, the energetic troll Pete, the pretentious emo Ryan, the snobby-face Spencer and like so many more that sometimes they just pop in from time to time. He struggles with an unrequited crush on the popular Jamia Nestor (who he has never even said a word to) and his broken family of an alcoholic mom, cheating dad, pothead brother, and weird little sister. After being convinced to sign up for a social media website called ChatterNet, he befriends a girl named April online. April soon consumes most of his time, creating a strong relationship between the two of them and damaging his real world social connections severely. When the possibility of being catfished occurs, Frank needs to get to the bottom of things. Frank Iero's senior year turns out to be full of lies, betrayal, and love. (Aka: wowow what a cliché description lmao)

NEW CHAT (1) tyler and josh started talking over the internet. fortunate and unfortunate events occur after. they meet. it's not always fine and dandy. - any pictures in the media are from a cover contest i held, i couldn't pick a winner. this is my first fanfic. there a lot of errors, typos, ect. but i prolly won't be editing anytime soon. lowercase intended. started august 16th, 2015. finished august 5th, 2016. highest rank in joshler; #6. highest rank in fanfiction; #110.

❝ they said love comes from more then just the heart. mine came from hell. ❞ kellic au. triggering / [spanish translation is available on @piercethevein and on my translation reading list]

Well, this fic started out on Instagram as a fun idea...

❝i'll owe it all to you, my little bird.❞

"what's the difference between a firefly and a waterfall?" "everything. they're complete opposites."

Book 2 of the Vessel series.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?