Be My Hero +Synacky+Zomg. It's Synacky...harmless school-boy Synacky. Mild lang, band slash. Enjoy! =3Be My Hero +Synacky+5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He bit down on his bottom lip, the warmth of the sun glazing across his milky white skin. A thick chunk of golden blonde hair dangled lazily in front of his jade eyes. He lifted an arm and gently pushed the hair to tuck back behind his ear, which had one purple earring at the bottom of it. He looked out at the burning sun, intently watching the clouds race across the sky. He stayed completely still, his hands gripping onto the chains supporting the swing he sat in. As the wind picked up, the piece of hair once securely behind his ear had fallen back in front of his face. His nose crinkled, causing me to laugh lowly. Instantly, he looked up to scan the area, his lips parted as to say something, though not a word dare be heard. Instead, he relaxed his facial expression, a weak smile forming on his full lips when our eyes met. I blushed, letting out the smoke from my cigarette that I had been holding in. I
Gerard The Perv - FrerardHey, sexy Gerard whispered into Franks ear, when the smaller of the two just happened to be facing a wall, you busy? he licked his lips, Frank being cautious of the way his head bent ever so slightly towards his.Gerard The Perv - Frerard6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Um yeah I was just Frank paused, trying to think of an excuse to get out of Gerards grasp, but realised he had nothing. Admiring the wall. Sorry.
Well, would you like to admire it close up? Gerard said in a low voice, nudging Frank into the wall with his hips, so he was pressed up against the younger, who was pretty much squished into it.
Oh, its very nice now get off me. Frank rolled his yes and nudged Gerards hips away, not realising he was actually grinding against him.
Ooh, I know youd come around some time Gerard replied, putting slight emphasis on the word come.
N no! Frank said loudly, feeling the he
My Chemical Romance Fans...REAL MCR FANSMy Chemical Romance Fans...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Real MCR fans know more songs then just "Welcome To The Black Parade"
2. Real MCR fans know Gerard's brother's name
3. Real MCR fans shout "YES!" when one of their songs comes on the radio
4. Real MCR fans punch or kick anyone (brother/sister/mother/father/friends/family)if they diss MCR or their hair!
5. Real MCR fans know the names of everyone in the band and what they do
6. Real MCR fans search for hours just to find a jacket like the ones the band wear
7. Real MCR fans know all the lyrics to every song
8. Real MCR fans don't say they are just a fan because they like Gerard
9. Real MCR fans have more MCR songs on there ipod/mp3 than any other band
10. Real MCR fans know the name of 'The one with the afro'
11. Real MCR fans have this on there profile!
Frerard: The Frerard Fanfic"What. The. FUCK?!"Frerard: The Frerard Fanfic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Frank woke up with a start. He quickly pulled back the curtains to his bunk and inspected the others. Mikey's bunk was unoccupied.
"WHO WAS THAT?!" Gerard poked his head out of his own curtains. His hair was a complete mess and he had black bags under his eyes, from eyeliner or lack of sleep Frank didn't know. Either way, he didn't look happy. He looked around and his gaze finally fell on Frank.
"Was that you?" he asked.
"No, I think it was Mikey," Frank told him as he sat upright and jumped off his bunk. "Come on, then!"
Gererd grumbled something about not being a morning person before getting out of his own bunk and following Frank down the tourbus. The smell of coffee hit them like lightning.
"MIKES YOU MADE COFFEE WITHOUT US?!" Gerard shouted angrily before practically sprinting to the coffee machine and emptying its contents into a mug. Frank looked around the small living area for Mikey. He found him curled up in a ball on the coach, the laptop screen reflecte
Drunken GatesRing.Drunken Gates6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Motherfucking RING .
For god damn fuckings sake! Someone answer the goddamn phone! Zack screams at no one in particular, knowing his house is empty but not caring either way. He sighs and rolls over, ready to ignore the painful ringing filling his ears.
Thats probably one of the guys. He thinks, and then immediately feels guilty for ignoring the phone. He remembers the rest of the guys went to the movies. What time is it anyway? He shoots a look at the clock and sees that its 12:34 am.
Grumbling and whipping the sheets off him, he shivered as the cool air hit him.
There better be a goddamn good reason for this. He coughs, and shuffles over to his pants to grab his phone out of the pocket.
Zack snaps the phone open and holds it to his ear, surprised it was even still ringing.
What. And before you even answer let me tell you I am not happy about having to get out of bed for you! He
Crush - FrerardCrush - Frerard6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's hard being the new kid.
Gerard picked up his worn out backpack containing only his sketchpad, some pencils and pens, and a few well-read comics. He figured he'd be prepared to eat lunch alone. He would have had lunch with Mikey at least, but unfortunately they didn't get the same lunch period. He'd gotten to his first two classes alright, but he had no idea where his next class was. It was Art. He knew it was somewhere on the second floor, so at least he could just wander around until he saw some art kids. You could always tell which ones they were. Most of them dressed like hippies. Lots of tie dye and long hair. He didn't exactly fit in with them, but he liked that they never seemed to care. Of all the people he'd met in high school, they were the only ones he didn't feel the need to disappear around. They were accepting of him, even if he was the quiet kid th
Cancer .:Frerard:.He was dying and I couldnt do anything about it, he was hurt. I couldnt even see him. I would have to wait outside in the hallway, until 10 a.m., waiting to see him. He was beautiful; hair or no hair, asleep or awake, cancer or no cancer. I was constantly crying since he had been brought in this horrible, death-ridden place. The doctors couldnt feed him right, nor keep enough water by his bed to drink. Thats why I stayed here, all of the time, thinking of him. Sleep was about to take over me when a doctor appeared in front of my tucked up body. I sleepily looked up to him, at first he was a mere blurry figure, then my vision focused.Cancer .:Frerard:.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You may see him now if youd like. He whispered to me, telling that I was tired as hell. I nodded, and slowly got up and stretched. I grabbed my water bottle as I yawned, turned around and walked into the empty room across from were I was sitting. I saw the sleeping figure of my love; he shifted to face me as I sat
This day is worth every breath"Hey baby," I said as his eyes fluttered opened. He smiled and brought his hand to my face, holding my cheek.This day is worth every breath6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey Gee," He whispered, his voice hoarse. I gazed opon the picture in front of me. My Frankie in a hospital bed with IV's stuck in his arm. He started to stroke my cheek gently as a tear trickled down his face. "I don't have a lot of time," He choked out, "I-I don't want to leave."
I grabbed his hand, holding it in place. Now it was me who started to tear up, "I know, Frankie, I know." I brought his hand to my lips, placing a soft kiss on it. "I don't want you to leave either," I let go of his hand. Leaning over him, I kissed his lips as a nurse walked in. She smiled at us, a sad smile.
"Excuse me?" I said turning to face her.
"Yes?" She said, walking over to the IV and checking it, then turning to me.
"Can I lay in bed with him," I asked "Please?"
She nodded, "Go ahead."
"Thank you," I said, climbing onto Frank's bed and wrapping my arms around him. "Frankie?" I said.
in a candles eye...a post death sleeping beautyin a candles eye...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is deception through his eyes
reflecting a paradise of a ghosted love
etched with only his version of collected memories
in shadows of imagined surrender
even as she talks of wishing wells of new futures
he cannot hear the crackle
of graveyard sticks and stones beneath her feet
so when will his aphotic fantasies end?
will it be when fireflies and halos become
a mother's song of whispered secrets to the babe
or when lace wings and grace are the mistings
of hurricanes within a soul?
or will it be when she wakes beside you
enveloped in your touch, cradled in your kisses
and singing the songs that nestle within your name?
then when you are the moon to her hearts star
will he empty her from his tangled delusions
to chant quietly of what he could not hear to remember
..."she spoke of wings
.......and in the distance
.............was the face of another"
her words were the feathered driftings of the mind's eye
AmourMa vie est guidée par la nature et la spiritualitéAmour6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Mais tout perdrait sa couleur si tu venais à disparaitre
Tu guides mon cur et orientes mes actions
Mon esprit misanthrope accepte le moindre de tes défauts
Comme si tu étais l'unique salut de cette vie
L'attachement amoureux est cause de souffrance
Dans cette vie-ci et avec toi, j'ai totalement échoué
J'ai peur de ne jamais te posséder et de souffrir ma vie entière
A t'aimer en silence comme un esprit torturé
Cherchant l'apaisement sans le trouver
Je rêve du jour où je pourrai te toucher sans me sentir coupable
D'une autre âme qui souffre comme je souffre pour toi
T'aimer m'est douloureux, mais si réconfortant à la fois
Mon cur bat pour un être humain
Jamais à ce point je ne m'en serrais sentie capable
Tu représentes tout ce que j'espère de l'amour
Pour être heureuse,je n'aurai besoin que de te soutenir
A travers tous les mom
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
A muse from Moscow."She's like a...a soft doll.A muse from Moscow.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always smells of musky, sweet perfume - nothing less than a Chanel number.
5, exactly. Maybe I only have five minutes to explain."
I feel her grow and stretch like a cloud caught in a high wind in the sky. Slowly, she shifts and curls; an elusive puff of smoke in a dimly lit room, and I never solidly know about her flighty heart.
Her paintings are propaganda for beauty and affluence; exotic ruffles and expensive wine with the telltale dash of red everywhere. Shades of red - pink, burgundy, vermilion and crimson. Sometimes the colours place themselves on her cheeks and structure her pale face; other times she can be perfectly porcelain. A doll. My doll, but not mine.
She looks people in the eye when she speaks to them. They can feel the warmth that radiates from her voice, tainted with a touch of sarcasm that's veiled by wit. I watch her, I feel we're worlds apart on the surface. Underneath, we're linked in a thousand more ways I can
more japanese phrasesGreetingsmore japanese phrases6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
?????? Nice to meet you!
???? Good morning ohayou.
????? Hello konnichiwa.
????? (???) Good evening
??????? (???????) Good night O
????? Good bye. sayonara.
???? Bye! Baibai
?????! See you! Ja mata ne!
????????! See you again! Mata
?????? I am (really) sorry
????? Excuse me/Pardon
??????? (??????) How are you ?
(polite) O genki desu ka.
?????? Very well, thanks for
asking. o kage-sama de
????! I am fine Genki desu
????? (????) Take care of
yourself. o daiji ni.
?????? (????????) It's been a
long time o hisashiburi desu.
?? Yes Hai
??? No iie
·???? Thank you Arigatou
???????? You're welcome/Not at
all. Dou itashimashite!
??????? (??????) Please Onegai
?????? (????) No thank you
valjda se necemo vjecno trazitvaljda se necemo vjecno trazit4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
ponekad se umorim od svega
pa bjezim u svijet knjiga,
izmisljenih likova i dogadaja
u svijet prijatelja i avantura,
gdje sve ne staje radi briga
cesto setam planinama
ispod oblaka i vjetra
da cim vise osjetim toplinu sunca
na mjestu gdje smo samo ja i muzika
glazba svijeta koja tece kroz drvece
i u letu prati ptice
ulazi u mene i nastavlja,
mora da ima nekog velikog skladatelja
i sve je to lijepo
ali tu si i ti
..valjda se necemo vjecno traziti
eyeswritten about a past love, no regrets no remorse his eyes are vacant but in order to understand you need to see what i once saw. in his eyes.eyes10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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Reaching OutStum...Reaching Out4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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A Martyr of SortsFighting a losing battle?...*sighs*A Martyr of Sorts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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