"Hi, my name's Josh, I'm just here for your breathing treatment. How're you feeling, Tyler?" "Fight me." //based off a tumblr post by @/ohsebs + thank you to @fall_down_guys_ for finding it <3//

Frank Iero has been picked on everyday in and out of school since he first came in seventh grade. He gets called all the same insults that he did in Maine before he moved. 'Faggot' 'Retard' 'Sinner' it never changes, and neither does he. But.... What if his bully does? !!!!Trigger Warning!!!! Contains self harm and suicide attempts!!!!

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

as we passed the pool in the center of the motel, i studied how the raindrops made tiny splashes as they hit the turquoise water of the pool. i wondered what that looked like from under the water. what it would look like if i were actually drowning. [*WARNING: There will be triggering events and sexual content in this story. However, I will put warnings at the top of those chapters, so you should be okay. But still, read at your own risk.*] Highest Ranking: #5 in Joshler

Josh has worked at the local ice cream shop for as long as anyone can remember. Tyler wants to know just how long that really is. Cover by @altjdun <3 «© angelo»

He was so, so beautiful. And not in just the physical way. He was beautiful in what he was. Fire and smoke and tall things and candy and laughter and football games he didn't care about and music that he did and I will never be able to forget any of that, and I can't say that I ever want to. *** This story will contain upsetting thoughts and actions because of the fact that it's written from the view of a depressed human being. & i would edit this (considering it was written about two years back), but it's cool to leave things where they are. enjoy my older writing, dudes xx