My astonishment orchestrates a gasp in my lungs, glues a hand to my mouth as I stare surprised at the mess on the bedroom floor who still hasn't recovered, and through this all I can only shape one sentence that sums everything up pretty well, a sentence that pains me to say. "You're sick, Lucien." All my companion does is install a narrow tunnel into his eyes, a conviction like no other. "Isn't every writer?" All Allen Ginsberg needs is a library book on rhyme and meter, things he absolutely abhors for being so ever present yet things he requires for his blog article. What he finds is rather a young librarian and writer by the name of Lucien Carr, choking on cigarettes and booze and the glamorous life of deterioration -- and just like his writing, it's quite magnificent. ~~Wattpad Featured Book 19 September, 2016~~

gerard way wrote lyrics all the time.they're meaningless to everyone but not to him.nobody cared about him,he didn't care about them; but they all unexpectedly cared when gerard way disappeared to somewhere unknown,along with a fatal motive,and those 'meaningless' lyrics are the only ones that can lead them to him. -lowercase intended -ten chapters + epilogue

((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?

start stärt/Submit verb 1. come into being; begin or be reckoned from a particular point in time or space. 2. cause (an event or process) to happen.

A fan fiction about the band My Chemical Romance in a horror. Who will survive? Mikey? Frank? Gerard? Ray? Read to find out. * Written 9 years ago so definitely a bit dated! If you feel like going ahead anyway, please enjoy with this in mind x

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

Ever wonder what happens when Warped Tour's stages don't go down right away? Maybe an idea comes to say goodbye. "Love, Gerard."

*Updates weekly* Dreams of ruin haunt Ailysia. In the dreams, she was a dragon, charged with protecting an alien planet. She ruled the sky with strength and fairness, but error of judgment led to a broken oath, which in turn led to the civilization's end. As Ailysia explores the dreams, she discovers a shocking truth. The dreams are memories--her memories. But why would an earthling girl share the past of an ancient alien? And will she also share the same apocalyptical destiny?