Dal testo: "-Ehm...p-piacere, sono Frank... t- tu devi essere Gerard, g-giusto?- disse il ragazzo. Intanto spostava lo sguardo da una parte all'altra della stanza, alla ricerca di qualcosa da fissare che non fossero gli occhi verdi e penetranti dell'altro, che sembravano capaci di scavargli nell'anima alla ricerca di tutti i suoi segreti." Ovviamente Frerard sdolcinata....

He was a wide eyed, halfway living boy, who looked pretty in the winter light, but was just another dandelion in the spring. And then he fell in love. He always did. [ 80s AU / matty works in a bookstore and he's a cute lil sweater nerd / george is this outrageous infamous punk boy who thinks he doesn't have feelings / he does / matty gives him a fucking run for his money ] [ COMPLETED ]

"Vaniglia. Solo le tue labbra profumano di vaniglia in questo modo" • • © mravelous

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

USA, 2034. Dopo una catastrofe nucleare di dimensioni apocalittiche, la popolazione si è dimezzata notevolmente. Il governo ha emanato un nuovo codice di leggi, secondo le quali il contatto fisico è proibito e punibile con la morte. Non esistono più droghe, alcol, musica, libri, arte. Non esiste il sesso, non esiste l'amore. Frank vive nei Bassifondi, e sogna un futuro migliore. Un giorno però, la vita decide di dargli una possibilità, ed è proprio grazie all'uomo più ricco e importante del paese, Donald Way, che conoscerà un mondo nuovo e sconosciuto, e grazie a suo figlio, Gerard, scoprirà che non tutto ciò a cui l'hanno portato a credere è buono e giusto. Ed è proprio così sbagliato desiderare così disperatamente di poter toccare la sua pelle, e baciare i suoi occhi, e sfiorare la sua mano?

High school is like a big game of would you rather, Brendon Urie has come to realize. It's one thing or the other and most of the time your options are so shitty you could rip your hair out. So when Brendon comes to terms with his inevitable popularity downfall, he and his best friend, Eden, come up with a plan to go out with a bang. MATURE FOR: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

"Ormai non c'è niente che possa dire o fare per cambiare le mie azioni passate. Sappi solo che io ti ho sempre amato e ti continuerò ad amare fino a quando la mia anima brucerà all'inferno, e forse anche lì ti amerò."

if you are very easily triggered, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious i don't want anyone hurting themselves. inspired by forest by twenty one pilots