All You Have To Do Is Ask"Quit being a whiny bitch!" Frank raged.More Like This
"Oh me? Why don't you stop moping around?! Ever since you came back from the Projekt Revolution tour you've done nothing but mope!" Jamia shouted.
"You know what? Fuck you!" Frank screamed as he shrugged on his wolf jacket, crammed his keys into his pockets and left the small New Jersey apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Frank shoved his hands into his pockets, the cool evening winter breeze snapping at every exposed piece of flesh. He kicked angrily at the lumps of snow in his path, muttering profanities to himself. The snow began soaking his material shoes as it melted and the cold penetrated his thin layer of clothing. He really wasn't thinking about appropriate attire when he stormed out, now he regretted it. But he wasn't going back, not yet. Frank needed to clear his head a little. He sighed as he kept a steady walking pace, his head hung and his eyes trained on the floor, walking blindly, but he knew where he wanted to go.
Pre-order for Greatest Hits albumPre-ordering has begun for May Death Never Stop You: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/greatesthits (Thanks NancyKilljoy for the news.) Apparently it includes a lot of unreleased footage and a T-shirt.More Like This
Thought the video was a bit cheesy. It would have been nice to see a goodbye from the band members, or at least Gerard, but that probably would have been too heartwrenching
Flustered Dreams (Bill Cipher x Dipper)"Bill, knock it off." Dipper was sitting on his bed, fending off a small golden triangle. At least, he was in a dream, sitting on his bed, fending off a small golden triangle.More Like This
"What's wrong, Pine Tree?" Bill asked, the same comical edge to his voice. He suddenly turned into a sleek, one-eyed golden cat. He walked over to Dipper, rubbing his tail across the boy's face. Dipper blushed and pushed him off the bed.
"That! Stop shapeshifting into different things. It's weird."
Bill sighed and transformed back into a triangle. "You seem to hate my demon form, and almost any other form I take for that matter. You gotta give me a little to work with here, kid!"
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Dipper whined, crawling under the sheets of his bed and hiding himself from the watchful eye of the demon.
"Since when do I ever just 'leave people alone'?" A thought must have crossed his mind, because Bill shot up and raced out the door. "Change of plans, Pine Tree. I know exactly how t
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He was suspended into the air by a regular rope in the forest on a crisp Summer afternoon with a slight breeze ruffling his hair about. It was nothing special which was unusual for Bill's tastes, not that any of that mattered because he was still being suspended in the air by a bloody rope and as Dipper squirmed for dear life, trying desperately to somehow miraculously free himself from the chafing, old material that rubbed against his skin as it got tighter and tighter and tighter, until only his neck and legs could move, Bill just floated there with his hands behind his back and one knee crossed over the other, lightly kicking away at the air as he watched the boy's pitiful struggle in such amusement. Then, finally, Dipper breathed out, exhausted; his face red with heat and sweat beading on his forehead. He was even panting lightly. Amazing how something so simple, like a rope, could be his downfall. He screamed out in frustration, squirming one last time with the little energy he ha