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clowningaroundmars · 1 month

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morales twins hcs

i'm absolutely in love with the idea of miles42 and miles1610 being twins, i'm so glad most of the fandom has basically adopted 42 lmao

some of my own twins headcanons, just random stuff to add onto other ppls hcs ive seen:

☆ 42 loves his mamí absolutely but def acts the most like his dad, and haaaates when anyone points it out. it's the most obvious when 42 gets mad, he sounds EXACTLY like his father then lol

☆ in fact, the twins polar opposite personalities is probs bc 1610 takes after his mom's temperament more, while 42 is as stoic, stubborn and slightly dorky as his dad is

☆ whenever the boys made each other cry (by accident or otherwise) they did the typical little kid thing and tried immediately comforting the other. now that they're older 1610 handles his emotions better and is mature when talking about them, but 42 is the one who comforts 1610 more often

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☆ as well as staying on top of his academics, 42 also plays basketball and trains in a couple martial arts studios after school. 1610 is taller than 42 bc of the spider bite but 42 has always been slightly bigger and more muscular than 1610 since he's the athlete. whenever the family attends 42's boxing matches, jeff gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu from back when he attended his own brother's matches before

☆ they both got thru school p okay, not many incidents of bullying mostly bc if anyone did try, 42 would put a stop to that nonsense immediately. 42 loves his bro with his whole heart and was glad to pick a fight with anyone who gave him any trouble at all. the whole neighborhood knew it too bc the only person allowed to bully 1610 is 42 himself!

☆ in fact, 42 doesn't win the lottery to enter visions in the first place, which saddened both brothers when they found out. so because they're at separate schools now, 42 makes sure his twin knows that if any fuckery is afoot at visions that he'd be more than happy to roll up and dogwalk any fool who tries it. 1610 laughs him off but knows his bro has got his back for sure

☆ 42 likes to pretend 1610 is the nerdy one, but they are both very big anime and manga nerds. every time they hit up any bookstore, they both make a beeline for the manga section and argue over who's gonna read the newest one first (they have to share cuz those books cost some moneeyyyy, man)

☆ 1610 and 42 love their uncle to pieces, OFC. they both pick up separate traits from him, even. 42 was inspired to start martial arts and boxing from watching videos on old digital cameras that aaron hung onto thru the years. they were of a much younger aaron back in his boxing days, when his family went to his matches and recorded them from the seats. 1610 was inspired to pick up graffiti and then even started doodling in notebooks bc of aaron

☆ 1610 is def the social butterfly and easily the most popular kid on the block by virtue of how friendly and outgoing he is. 42 is more introverted and keeps a small circle of friends, but everyone is cool with him nonetheless since they fuck with his twin bro

☆ since 42 stays at home the most (lol he a homebody) he picks up cooking much better than 1610 thanks to him staying in the kitchen to help his mom make dinner while they watch telenovelas together. 42 also knows how to dance bachata and salsa much better than 1610 too

☆ both twins love physics and math but 42 is more hardware-inclined. 1610 is about software, data, and formulas. 42 is good at taking things apart, putting things together, building and engineering. he kinda takes after his uncle aaron that way, and drove his parents nuts as a lil kid when he got his hands on radios, computers, clocks, etc

☆ 1610 loves softer brighter music like JID, steve lacy, smino, frank ocean, kid cudi, post malone, and nujabes. 42 is always bumping harder shit like pop smoke, waka flocka, zillakami, three 6 mafia, benny the butcher and some oldies like paul wall, wu tang clan, biggie smalls, MF DOOM and big KRIT. they tease each other's music tastes a lot since they're polar opposites in almost every way

☆ they actually have a shared playlist where they add new music they like (probs on some e-1610 spotify or soundcloud equivalent since everything is slightly skewed on e-1610 tbh). both of them check it periodically, and 42 is the more frequent contributor

☆ they both make art but 1610 is the artsier kid for sure. 42 doodles occasionally but he's not as enthusiastic about it as his twin is. they both go around the city tagging walls whenever they have any free time, though. 1610 loves colors, expressive styles and is good at coming up with cool ways to draw text. 42's lines, accuracy and technical skill can never be beat

☆ 1610 has superpowers, sure, but his fighting skills are trash! 42 was always the scrappy one, not 1610, so he shows his twin how to properly throw punches and other useful fighting knowledge. it def comes in handy in the future

☆ jeff loves his sons to death but he often finds himself butting heads the most with 42 since they're so similar, it kinda drives them both nuts. it def gets worse once aaron starts gossiping abt what jeff used to be like when they were kids, giving 42 plenty of ammo. they love each other but their relationship is just as complicated as it is between jeff and 1610, and 42 would be lying if he said he wasn't affected by the rift between his dad and uncle himself

☆ the minute the twins turn 16, 42 goes out and gets his drivers license on the first try (computer quiz AND road test aced) and rubs it in 1610's face almost constantly. 1610 likes to throw back that there's no parking space for another car on their block, so he can't even get his own car even if he wanted to anyways

☆ whenever the boys really fight, the whole city seems to know. they squabble a lot obvi, they're brothers. but the very few times they've given each other the silent treatment like for real, everyone in the family tries to get them to make up since it's unsettling to see two peas in a pod be so hostile with each other

☆ and since they've always been attached at the hip, 1610 being enrolled into visions felt. weird. everyone thought 1610 was gonna take it the hardest but surprisingly 42 had a harder time adjusting since he always saw his bro in the hallways at school, and was so used to him knowing the latest gossip of anybody in their grade. without 1610 around as often, 42 becomes even more withdrawn than usual

rio looks up from the pot suddenly, glancing at the time. dinner was almost ready and she… hadn't seen not hide nor tail of her son this evening. he returned home from school a couple hours earlier, choosing to skip going to his boxing class to shut himself in his room.

fine. teenagers can be moody sometimes and rio would rather keep her moody son at home where she can keep an eye on him, rather than worry about what he's getting up to on the streets.

strange thing is, though... rio hadn't heard a single noise come out of that room all night. 42 usually liked to have at least some music playing, maybe video game noises out of his nintendo... oh, what was it called again? whatever, that nintendo thing he played on sometimes.

rio placed the lid on the pot and lowered the flame a bit before making her way over to her twin sons' bedroom door, hesitating a bit when she noticed no light was filtering out from the bottom either. okay... that was weird, too. neither of her sons ever went to bed before dinner. ever.

the one time rio dared to try and send her sons to bed without dinner years ago-- as punishment for fighting right there in the kitchen that time-- both twins hollered so loud they got concerned knocks on their front door from various different neighbors. never again, rio remembered thinking that time.

now, the bedroom door stands oddly quiet and completely hollow without any signs of life behind it. rio knocked anyways, hoping against hope itself that 42 didn't go ahead and sneak out of the house without her knowledge. if he did sneak out, he's grounded for 3 months, rio thinks to herself mostly as reassurance. she nervously picks at a nail and strains to hear anything behind the wood.

she thinks she hears a groan and decides to try her luck by slowly opening the door. hopefully he's not in there... y'know, doing teenage boy things, either. dios mío.

rio swings the door open to...

...a completely pitch-black room, save for the sliver of streetlight filtering in past a crack in the window curtains and casting an eerie yellow glow on anything it could touch. it is cold, and also deathly quiet.

rio is shocked.

she walks over to the right side of the room where 42's bed is pushed up against the corner, next to the windows. on that bed lies a big lump, buried under several layers of blankets. the lump stirs.

rio crosses her arms. "mijo, mi amor. are you sleeping? …pero qué te pasa, papí?"¹

42 rolls onto his back and glares sleepily at his concerned mother standing at his bedside. it's dark in the room, but rio's face is illuminated by the living room lights pouring in from the open door. she's wearing a tilted smile, but coupled with the worry lines on her forehead, it isn't fooling anyone.

42 slowly closes his eyes, chin still under the covers, and lets out the most world-weary sigh rio has ever heard coming out of someone as young as him. if it weren't coming from her own son, she might have even laughed.

she immediately sits down, lifting the cover off of 42's chin to check his temperature all over his face. he tries to wriggle away.

"maaaaaa, stop..." he grumbles, trying to pull the covers up higher over his head. "'m not sick, mamí, forreal… chill."

rio leans on a hand. "¿si no 'ta enfermó pues qué es?² what's wrong?"

42 doesn't answer for a bit and rio exhales through her nose. " 'moré, what are you doing in this pitch-black room all by yourself? no light, no music, no nothing. what's wrong? you look like you're on a death bed!"

42 finally opens his eyes again, and blinks a few times as he says, "nothing, ma. seriously, i'm just... tired. that's all. i'm fine."

"you don't look 'fine' 42, you look like 2 seconds away from flatlining."

another sigh from the boy. rio rolls her eyes and places her hand on his forehead again, then strokes his cheek.

"is it 1610? hmm?" rio asks 42. she asks so unbelievably gently, as if by only mentioning his brother's name she would shatter something in the room. a mirror or something.

42's heart clenches at the love and care his mother is showing around this particular topic. it was true, and he couldn't even deny it. having 1610 in the house less and less every week, not seeing him in the hallways at their local high school, receiving sparser and shorter replies to his texts... it was all building up in his chest and the dam was pretty close to bursting. especially now as his mom was lovingly stroking his cheek as she checked in with him. how embarassing. rio wouldn't see him cry, not right now. he closed his eyes and willed the tears away, for her sake.

miraculously, 42's voice didn't crack or waver when he said, "yeah. yeah, i miss 'im."

rio crooned something saccharine in spanish and placed a kiss on her son's forehead. she saw right through his cold tough guy act, as expected. with how much of a mama's boy 42 was, it would've been impossible not to. they spent way too much time together for her to miss how he dragged his feet getting ready for school in the mornings, how he's been skipping martial arts and basketball practice more often lately, and how unenthusiastic he's been in general.

rio chuckles as she lays her cheek on 42's forehead for a second before sitting back up. "ay, bendito. 42, you know your brother is just down a few blocks from here. why don't you go visit him soon?"

42 shuffles under the covers. he's unsure if he should even admit this, but he proceeds anyways. "uhm. he's not answering my texts lately, so." he feels strangely guilty about this, like he just snitched on his twin somehow even though he has no reason to suspect that at all.

rio sighs and looks off into the distance, bracing herself for what she's about to say. she looks back down. "yeah. i know. he doesn't answer mine, either. i was hoping he was talking to you, but... well. "

something in 42 stirs a bit. "i bet he thinks he's in some fancy private school, around rich kids, now he's too good for us," it's a weak attempt at a joke, but rio smiles down at him anyways.

"don't worry. the second he gets home this weekend, he's on house arrest. okay? he's gonna be chained to you the whoooole time. and i'm keepin' watch."

it's not much, but 42 still takes that little bit of hope and holds it gently in his mind.

"the second he walks through that door, i'm tackling him. i don't care." 42 smiles at the thought.

rio laughs, kisses his forehead again and stands up. "dinner is almost ready, by the way." she gives him a look. "you better eat with me tonight, because your brother is at school and your dad is doing overtime tonight. okay? okay."

42 sighs deeply to wake himself up a bit more as he sits up and scratches at his durag. "yeah, yeah. 'm comin', ma!"

¹ "but what is going on with you, papí?" (papí being a common term of affection for a boy in spanish, it doesn't always mean "dad" lol)

² "if you're not sick, then what is it?"

☆ until they get "too old" for halloween, the morales twins ALWAYS wear matching costumes. every year. every single year, no matter what. what they usually end up wearing changes every year and they aaaaaalways argue over it, of course. notable costumes so far: batman and superman (age 13), two ninja turtles (age 9) (im thinking mikey and donatello bc of personality but lbr rio most likely forbade either of them to be leonardo bc the twins would deadass get into a fist fight over it), tom and jerry (age 2), mario and luigi (age 7), woody and buzz (age 5), peter pan and captain hook (age 10), and-- rio's favorite-- thing 1 and thing 2 (age 4)

☆ 42 was surprisingly always very popular with the girls at school. in middle school, 1610 was the geeky one with braces and acne. 42 got off relatively easy in that regard and as a result was labeled "a heartbreaker" from the jump, which annoyed him. he has no interest in dating whatsoever and swore to never get into a relationship before graduating high school. he's got his mom and brother to take care of and he's going places after high school, damnit! 1610 on the other hand is a huge romantic and has a crush on a new person almost every year of school, easily

☆ the literal second 1610 set foot in the house after his spider bite, 42 was all over him asking a million questions since they both have that supernatural twintuition, and 42 sussed him out immediately. 1610 obviously had to come clean and tell his brother he was spiderman just like he told ganke, otherwise he was never gonna be able to change into his spider suit at home (plus they share a room, so. there's that)

1610 didn't even get to close their bedroom door all the way before his twin leaped up from his own bed and stalked over.

"óye, bro. what's up? what happened at visions?" 42 circled his brother, squinty-eyed in the exact same way their mom is when she's suspicious. 1610 dropped his bag next to his bed and plopped down on his sheets, trying to put some distance between them.

"uhhhh what're you talkin' about?" he tries casually, and immediately regrets it.

"uhhhhh what're you talkin' about?" 42 mocks. "don't play dumb with me. you KNOW what i'm talkin' about, stupid. first, you answer, like, none of my texts ever. then dad comes home sayin' you never let him talk face-to-face when he visited you a couple days ago. mamí has been texting and calling you nonstop, no answer either. you are a brand new person now, huh? qué te pasa, yo?"

1610 hunched his shoulders as he got up and slumped over to his desk. he was quietly weighing his options, nervously rearranging papers and sketches on the wooden table, wondering how he was going to break it to his brother that he was--

"lemme guess. you have superpowers now," 42 says easily. he crosses his arms triumphantly when big round amber eyes suddenly turn up to his face.

1610 searches his face for any hint of a joke. no... no way. did his brother just...?

"you're playin' with me. no way. how did you--?"

42's eyes widen. "wait, are you being deadass right now?" he threw his head back and crowed with laughter. "that was just a guess!"

1610 leaped forward and pushed his hand onto 42's mouth, shutting him up. "heeyyy hey hey hey hey shhhhh, man. damn, could you possibly be any louder? look," he took his twin by the shoulders and gave him a slight shake, lowering his voice to a near whisper. "mom and dad can never know anything about this. okay? anything. not a word, you understand?"

42 pushes his brother off. "ok-ay man, cool it. i promise. we can shake on it, even."

wordlessly, they did their super secret handshake they came up with and perfected in the 4th grade in lieu of hooking their pinkies together. it was the morales shake, a move that binds them to secrecy and keeping promises til death. this was serious business. 1610 relaxes a bit once they're done.

"... okay. and i mean it, pencil braids. if you even breathe a word about this, or even think about--!"

"if you don't just tell me already, goddamn."

with a meaningful look thrown at his brother's way, 1610 raises an arm silently. 42 looks back expectantly.

1610 shoots a web up. he jumps up, using the web as a bungee rope to help him flip and land feet-first onto the ceiling. once his sneakers touch their ceiling, he stands up... upside-down. he stares at his brother and his brother stares back, mouth agape.

"niiiiiiice," 42 leans back and grins up at his twin brother, spiderman.

☆ 1610 is glad he has someone besides ganke to talk to about spiderman stuff, though. his brother listens way more attentively than his roommate anyways, and even tries to help sometimes esp when 1610 needs a quick distraction so he can switch from spiderman back into his regular clothes before the parents notice

☆ 42 is surprisingly cool abt his twin bro being spiderman, actually. even when they're texting 42 is careful not to imply 1610 is spiderman, and often calls stuff in to the police station if 1610 webs anyone up and lets him know. he also gets very good at bandaging up wounds quickly

☆ 42 is a hardass on the outside and contains his emotions much better than his twin, but he's kinda different around his family, since he loves them a lot. he jokes around a lot with them, esp around 1610. they also love pranking their parents, and are p creative at coming up with ways to make everyone laugh

☆ i personally picture 42's personality being sort of like huey's from the boondocks, especially around other adults. he becomes withdrawn and speaks very clearly and directly, and is very shy around strangers. some ppl mistake that as him having an attitude problem but his friends and family know better. only difference between huey and 42 is that 42 isn't nearly as woke lmfao

☆ meanwhile, 1610 becomes a motormouth around strangers and is quick to hug and kiss random family members at family reunions. as a lil kid, he'd always be the one up at the counter ordering for the both of them and chatting with the cashiers, or bus drivers, or whoever. as he gets older and used to the spiderman thing, he chats and jokes with randoms a lil less. he has to save the good material for when the mask is on

☆ 42 is a better writer than he is an artist, actually. he has notebooks filled with poetry and lyrics he scribbles down on post-it notes just to stick them in there for safekeeping. he's also been working on a sci-fi story since he was in 6th grade in absolute secrecy; he doesn't want a single soul to see it. he'd be mortified if anyone saw the nerdy shit he comes up with

☆ even tho 1610 has never fought anyone or been scrappy with anyone else, he's very good at wrestling and dodging punches thanks to his brother.

☆ 42 is the more fashion-inclined twin, even tho they're both sneakerheads. 42 just pays more attention to accessories, the fit of his clothing, how to pair the right shoes with the right jacket. 1610 throws on anything comfortable and calls it a day, and it gets even worse after he becomes spiderman. 42 clowns his brother SO HARD after he finds him wearing yellow sweatpants with an oversized red adidas hoodie and a green puffer jacket once (it was when 1610 came home from fighting a shapeshifting lizard that tried to take over cypress hills. the sweatpants were on backwards)

☆ 1610's sense of humor is geeky and he always tries too hard with his quips and jokes. he usually gets "secondhand embarrassment" chuckles from ppl. 42's style of comedy is a mix of dry humor and unintentionally being funny. this dude will say something clever with the straightest face ever and have the ENTIRE room in stitches without even meaning to

☆ just to nail home how different they are, even tho they share a room, you can tell EXACTLY which half of their room begins and ends. 1610's half is cluttered, vibrant, covered in posters and action figures, collages and trinkets on every available surface. 42's is as clean as a hospital room, and he ALWAYS makes his bed every morning. 42 has a poster or 2 hung up but he's not much for decorating in general. he's more into alphabetizing his bookshelf and looking for more efficient storage to put under his bed

☆ when jeff looks at his sons, he sees aaron and himself and sometimes it scares him. when the boys were around 12 (the Evil Year) he made SURE to sign them up for camp trips that summer and keep them close together as much as possible. he hates to see his boys drift apart at all and is the 1st one to call it out if he sees it. he just doesn't want his boys to end up like he and his brother did…

☆ … and then other times? it genuinely makes him feel a combination of irritation and also fondness bc sometimes 1610 and 42 really really remind him of aaron and himself, esp when they were young. ESPECIALLY when they argue. in every playful slap on the shoulder, every arbitrary competition started out of nowhere, every sleepy brother slowly sliding onto the other's shoulder during nighttime car rides, he sees it. he sees them, and then he sees his past. and with every little difference between the boys slowly cracking open like a chasm with each passing day, sometimes he thinks he can even see his future.

☆ 42 is cool or whatever but i also hc he's kinda… weird sometimes. it gets worse when his twin bro goes off to visions, he keeps staring at walls while sitting in dark rooms and eating at weird hours of the day. rio caught him fast asleep practically hanging off the window sill one night, and another time jeff found him having an entire conversation with a brick wall once while on patrol. 42 refuses to answer any questions

☆ after 1610 gets into visions, becomes spiderman, tells his parents abt his plans to go to princeton, etc... 42 eventually starts feeling a type of way (a jealous way…) their parents also seem to pay attention to 1610 more whenever he's home just to add insult to injury. he knows he's not supposed to, but he often finds himself thinking about the prowler gloves and schematics aaron left behind. he managed to grab them and hide them in a gym bag one day while helping his parents clear out aaron's apartment. the tech currently lives under his bed…

#mine #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles morales #miles g morales #BOY that sure is a lot to read huh. well. if u read all this here's a heart ♡#can u tell i am Not Normal abt these two #esp wrt them being potential parallels to their father and uncle.........#i can scream FOREVER abt this #the morales family always has me All Up In My Feels man #also LOL @ me writing fanfic again in this post #what can i say...... i guess i can't help it lol #i just love these two they are my babies............#also guess how many times i went and started writing “miles” for 1610 before having to backspace after realizing #yea thats right. Too Many Times #anyways hopes this like uhhh reads okay. the formatting might be weird cuz i had to copy n paste this from my notes app #but i think its cool. i hope #hope yall enjoy aallll of this lol

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myheadphonesareneverloudenough · 5 months

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i’m making my own post about the LS Dunes twitter drama because i have a LOT of thoughts.

the hate that LS Dunes is receiving on twitter is some of the most unfair bullshit i’ve ever witnessed within this fandom. if you’re not like me and you keep away from toxic places like dunestwt, good for you, but you also might be unaware of some of the things this band is facing at the moment. let me break it down. a full history and my own take. (there’s an entire fucking essay after the cut) <3

the internet blew up when the AI scandal happened. people who had never even heard or cared about LS Dunes before suddenly had fully formed opinions and were flooding Dunes’ comment sections and Anthony Green’s DMs. when this happened, trust me when i tell you that NO ONE was on LS Dunes’ side entirely. even us who were and still are fully a part of the fandom were disappointed in them. it was a horrible idea, lacking research and insight. something they probably had to double down on due to contracts that made them release the video despite the backlash. but do you know what the fans did? we didn’t watch the video. that’s it. it’s that simple. however, there were some individuals who decided that an appropriate response was sending death threats to Anthony Green. i think i speak for all of us Dunes fans who say to that; fuck you. that is the lowest low anyone could’ve gone to and anyone who messaged him that, you should be ashamed of yourself.

when all of the sudden this cool new band that had a smaller fandom compared to that of MCR, Thursday, Circa, and Coheed, got shoved under a spotlight that opened the floor for apparently anyone to say whatever they wanted to the members of Dunes, fans of My Chem especially were now paying attention to Frank Iero, despite never having cared about his projects outside of MCR before. He was under a microscope, just waiting for him to say something about Anthony or about AI. When he finally was spotted active online, it was in the comment section of his friend's Instagram post. This is where the irrational anger and hatred began, when the screenshots were shared all over twitter and labeled Frank as antisemetic. something that would've been a harmless joke if Frank wasn't already in that AI spotlight, now it fans the flames.

after that, most of us moved on. the small community of angry people on twitter, however, did not. if you remember earlier this year, there was a group of people who decided that Frank Iero was "cheating" on MCR due to the fact that he plugged both the MCR Australian tour and the LS Dunes California show in the same instagram post. essentially, this only escalated. there are people on twitter who genuinely believe that Frank is single-handedly preventing the production of MCR's fifth studio album due to his dedication to LS Dunes. as if Dunes didn't function as a band that worked around the members' schedules, assuring that an LS Dunes tour never collided with the touring or recording of MCR, Thursday, Saosin, Coheed, etc. etc. do you actually, genuinely believe that Gerard, Ray, and Mikey are currently sitting in a recording studio in Los Angeles, just waiting for sweet sweet Frankie to stop touring and return to them in Cali so they can FINALLY record MCR5? obviously Gee, Ray, and Mikey have NOTHING else to do in their lives and Frank is totally just destroying everything by using his free time to make amazing music with LS Dunes.

LS Dunes is a band of 5 dorky dads who, guess what? already have money! they have bands that are HUGE in the scene. LS Dunes exists because Tucker, Tim, Anthony, Frank, and Travis LOVE doing it! so yes, sometimes the band pulls funny stunts because they can do whatever they want. like selling vip tickets for a fucking pizza party. there is literally nothing harmful about Dunes wanting to hang with a few of their fans who are willing to pay to eat pizza with them. if you go to twitter, this will be one of the many many things that people are angry about. why? because they have NOTHING else to be mad at. all they know is that they want to be angry at Dunes and to be angry at Frank because they don't have MCR5 yet. however, when they can't find anything to be mad about, i guess it means we can be mad at pizza?

finally. the very recent video that is still circling. the video that was posted by one user and then immediately was thrown into a completely different context than anyone had intended in the first place. the video in question is LS Dunes on tour with PTV, between songs on their set with Anthony chatting up the audience. now, i'm not sure about y'all, but i would say that if Anthony in any way has seen the kind of shit people say about him on twitter, he would have every right to distance himself. i would say that for anyone. the internet is a horrific place where you can get attacked and insulted for pretty much anything. Anthony knows this, and he knows what kind of effect that can have on someone's mental health. believe it or not, Anthony cares about his fans and their mental health, too. so, as a word of advice, he told this particular crowd that it was okay to stop and take a break for a few days. it was okay to put a pause on constantly having to respond to anything and everything going on in the world. because if you don't take a break, you're hurting yourself. you will burn out. and no one wants that. Anthony doesn't want that. in the heat of a rockin LS Dunes set, Anthony tells his crowd "don't post political shit". lets be real, politics is one of the MOST emotionally draining things online.

now, what does the angry twitter mob say about Anthony advising people to take care of themselves? why, they make it out to seem like Anthony was spreading hate for real world tragedies and bluntly stating that he didn't give a shit about the state of the world!!!! because of COURSE thats what you got out of that!!!!!

it isn't JUST that Anthony and Dunes are getting unnecessary hate thrown at them, it's the gleeful attitude that people on twitter have when talking shit about this band. as if its okay. as if its justified and NORMAL to beat down musicians like this. (and it's not just twitter. i see the dunes haters on tumblr too. i see you. and i hope if you're reading this it means you'll take some time to re-evaluate). the main problem i run into with this attitude is that i have noticed that the people who complain on twitter are JUST on twitter, and they do not see the LOVE and the SUPPORT that Dunes has from their real fans. in their minds, EVERYONE thinks like them, so that must mean EVERYONE has decided to take a fat shit on LS Dunes. i just want them to zoom out. zoom out of your twitter circle and realize that there are real things to worry about than trying to make Anthony Green look like a villain.

if you feel the need to spread lies and hate about the members of LS Dunes, send threats or nasty messages to them and their families, and boo them off stage at the PTV tour, and yet you STILL have the audacity to consider yourself an MCR fan, take a look at yourself in the mirror. still don't see it? fine. you may not see where you're wrong, but i know Gerard, Ray, and Mikey would. you can't consider yourself an MCR fan and continue to shred apart the livelihood of 1/4 of the band.

you don't have to love LS Dunes. hell. you dont even have to LIKE LS Dunes. i would never shut you down when you share your opinions that LS Dunes' music isnt for you. the music you love/hate is for you and you only. what i WILL shut you down for is nonsensical hate against the PEOPLE who make the music.

my name is J, LS Dunes is my favourite band in the whole damn world. they saved my life, and Anthony Green continues to save my life every god damn day. clearly, i am passionate about it. if you read this far i am fucking amazed, but i hope you learned something. my asks are always open.

#j screams #a lot #ls dunes #frank iero #tucker rule #anthony green #tim payne #travis stever #mcr

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slowdownurdoingfine · 2 years

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Recovery (TASM! Peter Parker x reader)

(College!AU)

Y/N was the kind of person that no one could pin down. With her long list of small misdemeanors and unfriendly personality she was someone that many wouldn’t look twice over. Her intelligence was shocking to the normal person but not to Peter Parker. He understood the secrets, the toll it takes on a person. After being paired for a group project the both go on a journey of self realization, overcoming grief and most importantly finding how to love after loss.

A/N: AYO! MY VERY FIRST EVER SERIES! This one is a slow burn prolly gonna be 4/5 parts. I’m in love with TASM!Peter x Reader so I thought’d I would write this. It includes angst, fluff and MAYBE smut. I’ve never written it but I feel like for this it makes sense. I’m also open for requests!! LMK IF U WANT TO BE TAGGED I CANT WAIT HERES THE FIRST PART!!

Y/N L/N had never known any peace. Her life was a full of fuck-ups and small midemenors. That is how she found herself as a student at Empire University, the community college of New York. She was smart enough to go anywhere she wanted but obviously no one wanted her. With all her vandalization, public intoxication, and the one assault charge (for beating up a drunk guy wouldn’t leave her best girlfriend alone-- she pleaded her case but her other charges made her guilty) other schools we’re clearly not an option. This is also how she found herself paired with a brown haired, brown doe eyed, lanky, awkward, 20-something year old guy for an advanced science project. Picking up her bag she slings it over her shoulder plugging in earbuds making her way out of the classroom after groups were made. She had to get home and walk Frank, her 110 pound Bernese Mountain Dog silently praying that he hadn’t peed on her carpet. Waving goodbye to her favorite teacher, Ms. Brown, she steps into the hallways. Her beat up black converse were squeaking on the clean floors as she made her way to the exit doors. Suddenly she feels a cold presence on the right side of her and halts her movements, head whipping to the side. She’s met with a dorky looking smile and wave from her school assigned partner.

“Hi. We’re lab partners.” He says eyes darting around unable to meet her. She doesn’t miss the soft blush that paints his cheek when he finally is able to make eye contact.

“Uh-huh.” She states plainly, giving him a once over and continuing to walk to the doors.

Admittedly she’s a little shocked when he jumps a little and jogs over matching her pace towards the door.

“So, I’m Peter.”

“I know.”

So she’s not the talking type, he notes. He had always had a little classroom crush on the girl. The way she always stayed silent even though everyone knew she had all of the answers. It was almost fully based on her high intelligence but her looks definitely didn’t hurt his case. They had never talked as after every class she would swiftly leave like she had something to do.

“Cool, cool cool cool,” He stammers and she cracks a small smile at his nerves. It goes away as soon as it comes but Peter never misses anything, catching it and holding onto the soft glow he felt inside over it. “So, uh, anyways. ‘Was hoping that we could meet and talk about possible subjects for the project.”

She pushes the heavy metal doors being faced with the intense wind outside.

“Sure, but I have to walk my dog.” She says, walking down the stairs to the sidewalk. He follows her like a puppy.

“No, yea. Totally get that, dogs have needs and stuff.” He says, the wind whipping his hair into his face.

Finally she stops and looks at him. She had never noticed him before, didn’t even know he existed. Now here he was, stammering and blushing about to follow her into the subway. She tilts her head curiously at him. What was he going on about over dogs?

“Very true.” She responds and draws her lips into a straight line.

He has no idea what to say back to that and quickly pushes the hair out of his face.

“Dog’s are cool.” He decides on, immediately kicking himself mentally for saying that.

“What was your name again?” She responds by taking an earbud out.

“Peter.” He pauses. “Uh, Peter Parker?” He says it almost like a question voice rising in pitch at the end.

She raises an eyebrow, “Seems like that was a tough question for you.” She starts to walk again.

Looking down he messed with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, “Ha, no uh. Yeah.” He says to the ground, and mostly just for himself, and quickly looks up seeing her already walking away. “I mean! It’s not a hard question. That’s my name. Could I get your number?”

She’s a bit stunned by the way he sneakily asked the question. “Wow, and not even gonna offer to buy me a drink first…” She jokes, face turned forward but she can almost feel the heat radiate off of him from his blush.

“No! No, I don’t mean it like that!” He stammers again, his hands waving the comment away. Jesus, why is he acting like a teenager again? “I mean it as in, to connect about the project. After your dog.”

“I know.” She smirks, looking up at him. “I’m fucking with you.”

He exhales loudly, wiping his face with his hand. “I knew that.”

She lets out a short laugh shaking her head. “Of course you did.”

The pair reach to steps that go down towards the subway that will take her towards her shitty apartment. He stops walking not wanting to come off as a lingering creep as she makes her way down the stairs turning towards him.

“I’ll text you.” She calls up towards him.

“You don’t even have my number!”

She gives him a look, but he can’t tell exactly what it means. “I’ll text you, Peter Parker.”

With that she leaves down the stairs, blending into the crowds leaving him a questioning mess.

He turns walking away from the stairs, smiling and shaking his head. A few hours later, when the sun goes down and patrolling starts he sits on top of the Empire State building about to swing into action when he feels his phone ping. Pulling it out he looks down seeing a text from an unknown number.

It’s Y/N.

And then another.

Before you ask how, I know people.

Finally,

Meet me in Brooklyn tomorrow @8 am, Elms coffee shop. We can talk about project topics.

He can’t help the smile that spread across his face, behind the Spider-Man mask.

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dilfbatman · 4 years

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thinking of the brotherhood we could have had w young king charles beckendorf & leo because charlie was the most empathetic, kind, and welcoming person at camp like he made sure that percy, tyson, and other campers felt safe & protected and i’m imagining him seeing leo and going into big brother mode and just being genuine family for leo! like him understanding the extensive trauma that leo went through in his life & charlie just being there and being a big brother who loves & cares for leo and doesn’t care if people find him annoying or weird bc that’s his baby bro! imagine how DIFFERENT leo would be! leo talking to charlie about his possible crush on the son of jupiter, having midnight conversations about life & any problems they both have and ranting to each other, charlie teaching leo how to fight and the meaning of family and leo helping charlie make stuff in the workshop and him being the dorky lil bro who playfully teases charlie about silena and just !!!!! i really wish we saw them together i think the ideals of found family would have been so meaningful and genuine w charlie! and ofc including the rest of the kids like charlie taking one look at hazel and being like My Sweet Baby Sister Who I Love And Cherish and hazel just being like 😌☺️ and thinking of how silena & piper would have actually been so well together!!!!! silena who doesn’t care about other people’s looks and would just welcome piper in as a sister and love her! frank feeling at home w the apollo kids and still being claimed by the ares kids and clarisse taking one look at him and being like ya know what... you’re pretty cool and those two having talks about how hard it was having ares/mars as a dad but clarisse being a sense of solace bc she makes sure frank knows that they ALWAYS take care of their own and she/her siblings are there for him. and thinking of how jason may be a son of jupiter but the camp doesn’t care bc you can do lightning? SICK we want you on our capture the flag team immediately to beat percy and listen. just let me rewrite hoo okay i have ideas they suck but they’re ideas

#whatever i’m just. rambling but like i have many Thots this is merely the tip of the iceberg baby #percy jackson #leo valdez #charles beckendorf #pjo #hoo #valgrace #i guess me sprinkling valgrace in jddjjdjd

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helpimobsessedwithpercyjackson · 4 years

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Hey so, you answered my last question amazingly so, I have another question. Could you point out pros and cons about all the ships. Even KC and MCGA ones

Thank you! That’s such a hard question I love all of the couples so much and I don’t want to get attacked but I’ll try my best:

Percy and Annabeth:

Pros: they built up their relationship over a long period of time and they complement each other’s personalities very well

Cons: um. Uhhhhh. Hmm. Oh! Wait no. Next question.

Jason and Piper:

Pros: Jason makes Piper feel seen for more than just a pretty face, she sees him as more than just Jupiter’s son, they support each other and don’t judge when they fail

Cons: Piper’s storyline was mostly about Jason, we didn’t really get to see how cool she is until ToA. I didn’t like that her memories didn’t get restored but I did like how Jason handled it

Hazel and Frank:

Pros: they helped each other overcome curses and fears, Hazel liked Frank before he became a powerful leader and supported him no matter what

Cons: Idk I didn’t like the whole trust issue thing Frank had going on with Leo, I know he looked like Sammy but Frank should have trusted Hazel to stay with him

Leo and Calypso:

Pros: Calypso actually got to know Leo before she fell in love with him, he helped her break out of her comfort zone, she showed him that he wasn’t unlovable like he felt he was

Cons: It would’ve been fine if Leo didn’t get a love interest, he didn’t need one, but I do think they match well. They seemed to argue a lot in ToA but I think that was more concern for each other’s safety and exhaustion from traveling for so long

Nico and Will:

Pros: Loving Will helped Nico grow and become a much happier person, their banter is really cute

Cons: we didn’t get to see their relationship grow we just saw them meet and then we saw them already dating in ToA. I just wanted to see it

Magnus and Alex:

Pros: Magnus gets Alex, their humor matches up very well, Alex is a fighter while Magnus is a lover, they make a good team that way

Cons: Alex never really lets Magnus know her feelings, he’s pretty much confused the whole time, I understand that she’s scared to be vulnerable and she has good reason to, but I also thing it’s kind of unfair to Magnus.

Sam and Amir:

Pros: Amir accepts Sam for her despite knowing how crazy weird her life is, she’s had a crush on him for forever, it’s just adorable

Cons: uhhhh idk I guess it could be hard on Amir to not know if Sam is safe?

Mallory and Halfborn:

Pros: they’re both very fierce and aggressive, I honestly don’t think either of them could find a better partner who could take an insult and throw it right back

Cons: they aren’t very stable, Mallory says they’re on again off again, which makes me think there’s something there that they need to examine and talk about

Zia and Carter:

Pros: Zia loves Carter for all his dorkiness, he doesn’t judge her for her lack of knowledge about the world, and instead he helps her learn and grow. He also traveled the world to help her even though he didn’t know her. Pretty damn cute if you ask me

Cons: hmmm. I guess Zia was very hostile towards Carter in the beginning and she switched viewpoints pretty quickly but I think that’s more with the writing than the characters

Sadie and Walt/Anubis:

Pros: Sadie gets to be with both men that she loves, they both love her for her snarkiness, Walt fits her humor very well and Anubis understands her on a level she hadn’t seen before

Cons: um I think Walt is technically dead and that’s a bit odd. I’m not sure how the relationship really works like does Anubis sometimes just take over Walt completely to hang out with Sadie? That’s not really a con I just want more tkc content

Let me know if I missed any! Please remember I’m not trying to bash any of the couples, I’m just answering a question. I love all of the couples so much and I tried looking at this from an unemotional viewpoint (I don’t think that’s a phrase but whatever).

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lifesabe-ch · 4 years

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this means war - billy r. and frank c. (part 7)

summary: this is a spin off from a movie (can anyone find the title? ;) starring Billy Russo and Frank Castle. In this AU, Billy isn’t a psycho, Frank’s family is alive, and they both really like coffee. And, y’know, Y/N.

pairings: Frank Castle x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader (actually both of them, i promise)

warnings: fragile male ego and sass

a/n: this was the most fun we’ve had writing dialogue in a part so far :) hope you guys enjoy (written by @pitaparka)

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6

“Why do you own this apron?” He asks, examining it in his hands. It’s a novelty apron of course, probably something along the lines of an impulse purchase.

You put down the recipe, old and stained and used graciously up your family line. You glare at the apron.

“It was a gift, actually,” you say, pulling down the chocolate chips.

Billy ties it around his neck loosely, but has trouble with the one behind his back.

“Tie this for me?” he says, and you turn around. Billy has the strings in his hands behind his back, and you take them from him

“It fits you better than it fits me. You look like a... a grill dad.” You say, stifling laughter.

“I mean, hot grills do love my sausage.” He emphasizes, reading the apron once over.

“She should’ve just gotten me like a normal apron. Who even uses aprons? I don’t think I’ve ever used that.” You mused, counting the ingredients in front of you.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Billy says, sizing himself up next to you with a smile. In the soft light from the kitchen window, Billy is much less intimidating than normal. His hair isn’t slicked back like it is when he comes to see you in the morning before work. It’s tousled in a neat way, but still soft looking. The forecast was supposed to be sunny and bright, but grey clouds hovered above your apartment, looming with the threat of rain. The perfect weather for pancake making.

“Uhh, the recipe says, a cup of flour, a whole banana, mashed, an egg, and one mary poppins.”

“What?” Billy questions, looking over the recipe for himself.

“A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!” you sing. He looks at you quizzically.

“The medicine, go down…” you finish, less enthusiastically.

“Ohhh!” He claims, and you open a cabinet to grab the flour.

“You don’t get it, do you,” you say.

“The one with the maid! And the broom,” He says confidently.

“The nanny, with the umbrella, but okay Billy,” you say, stretching up for the flour, but you can’t reach it. You bring your hand back down to your side and burst into a fit of giggles.

He comes up from behind you and puts a hand on your lower back. You turn into him and place your head on his shoulder, silently chuckling into it. You feel him reach up for the flour and your heart skips a beat.

“She’s not a witch, Billy,” you say, murmuring into his neck.

He gasps as he leans back down.

“Did you not see the movie?” You question, but he starts laughing too.

“No, I… I saw parts but… I got flour in your hair.” He says, smoothing it down.

“What! Don’t rub it in!” You say, pulling away.

He laughs at you. His smile is cute.

“It’s cute. You look like Mary Poppins,” he says, moving over to you again. You’re cornered in between two counters.

“Okay, now I know you really haven’t seen the movie,” You tease, moving past him.

“Help me mash the banana, it’s the worst part.” You say, taking a fork from a drawer.

“It can’t be, I’ll do it,” Billy offers, taking the fork from your grasp.

He finds out, it’s definitely the worst part.

The memories from your childhood resurface like the bubbles in the batter as they cook on the pan.

“Watch this,” he says, taking the handle in his grasp and jerking the pan back and forth. The pancake unsticks from the pan, and he quickly flips it over, perfectly.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” You ask, as he plates the pancake and pours more batter into the pan. The kitchen is a mess, the counter covered in flour and your apron tied tight against Billy’s body, which has bits of batter all over it for some reason.

“Yeah, come here,” he says, before stepping back for you to take his place in front of the frying pan.

You watch intently, like children, waiting for the bubbles to rise.

“You know, it rose faster when you were doing it,” you claim, sighing.

“It’s almost there. Be patient.” He says, moving forward and pressing his chest to your back.

You lean into him, and hum in satisfaction.

“Okay, it’s ready,” he says, and you place your hand on the handle. He follows you, placing his hand on top of yours.

“You have to be careful, because the batter on the top is still really wet.” He says, and red flushes your face. For some reason, your skin is hotter where he’s touching you than where you’re touching the pan.

With Billy’s help, the pancake only catches a little bit on the side, and you rejoice, crying out, “Yes!” as you put it back on the heat for it to finish cooking.

Billy smiles at you from behind, “You’re a natural, you should be wearing this apron, not me,” he says, and you start cleaning up the kitchen a little bit.

As Billy plates the last pancake, he makes his way over to the kitchen table.

“Wait, come with me,” you say, guiding him into the living room, your plate of pancakes in one hand, a bottle of syrup in the other.

Billy follows suit, his own plate of pancakes in one hand, balancing two glass cups in his other hand and a carton of orange juice under his arm.

You both find a place on the couch, and spend the day talking and watching awful morning television and it’s all very domestic. You almost forget the missed date from earlier in the week, and that you’ve only been talking to him, well, texting him, for a few weeks now. Even Frank wasn’t on your mind, who came into the shop more frequently than ever, since he was a terrible texter.

“Thank you for this,” you say to him, plates and cups and silverware discarded on the coffee table.

“Thanks for, you know, giving me another chance.”

“Thanks for, you know, drinking orange juice. Since I don’t have a coffee machine.”

“I still don’t get that,” he says, “you work at a coffee shop and you don’t have a coffee machine.”

“That’s exactly why I don’t have a coffee machine. I work there all day, why wouldn’t I just get coffee there.”

“Oh, well, you have a point,” Billy says, tracing patterns on your calf, laid across his thighs.

You watch as he does so, listening to the rain on your window and the weatherman from the news station drone on about how the rest of the week would be gorgeous.

“Is this what you planned on doing?” you ask, resting your head on the arm of the couch.

“Hmm?” He hums, looking at you.

“Making breakfast. In my house. Or was this the uh… rain checked plans?” You ask.

“I was gonna take you to breakfast, but I figured that making it was half the fun. Plus, we’re not all wet in some rat infested New York diner.”

“Hey, the rats need to eat too,” You joke. Billy was an entirely different person than the one you had met the first day. His hand was delicate on your legs, the other supporting his chin as he watched intently a show about storm chasers he really couldn’t have been interested in.

You admired him the whole time. His big eyes and his sharp jaw. His well fitting black t-shirt tight around his biceps making it clear he works out. You found it funny how wonderful Billy actually was, and how you got to see this side of him compared to his cool, slick demeanor. But with every moment spent with Billy, it made it harder for you to tear yourself away from Frank. Both were handsome, kind, and you loved spending time with each of them. It’s like whenever you hung out with one of them, you could see a future with him. Now that things were getting serious, you had to start making up your mind. You had to talk to Morgan about it later. But for now, you let Billy run his hand down your leg.

“This is the best date I’ve been on in a long time. You’ve redeemed yourself, Russo.”

Billy smiles in triumph. He pats your leg a little.

“Yeah, me too.”

Frank would be glad to hear about this.

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biclarisselarue · 4 years

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TON in a giant nutshell:

Apolo and Meg are coming back to NY to the final battle with Nero, but one of his minions (a Gaul named Lu) used to be Meg's legal guardian and trained her so they share a bond™ and Lu wants Meg to be safe so she betrays Nero. The three of them now are looking for shelter since Nero has eyes basically everywhere so they once again ask for the Jackson's help. We get two chapters to meet Estelle (giggly, cute and has salt and pepper hair despite being a baby and Sea green eyes that Percy got from Poseidon. Plothole? A Poly relationship? Who knows). Sally and Paul are kind as always and we learn that Percy graduated, and even If the school was really shitty for him he worked really hard. Now he is in a roadtrip to the west coast in the family Prius with annabeth and Grover.

Anyway, Lu, Apollo and Meg come up with a plan to fool Nero. Lu is captured and Apollo goes to chb with Meg because he needs Nico's help. Nico and Will are cute boyfriends and he seems more comfortable with himself and that relationship but Nico has ptsd from, you know, everything he went through and Mr D is helping him deal with It all.

Nero said that Apollo had two days for surrender before he burns the whole city so there isnt much time for preparation. Will, Nico, Apolo and Meg leave to find Rachel Dare because she can help them with their plan to stop Nero.

The plan is: Apolo and Meg surrender going through the front door. Meanwhile the other three, along with these strange frog-like creatures wearing hats that are REALLY good underground, find another passage to Nero's tower to disable the huge trap of greek fire he has stored. That goes a bit sideways but ultimately works.

Huge battle, another trap, Nero is a abusive peace of shit with Meg but in the end they manage to defeat him so now Apolo has to go alone to fight Python

He goes down to Python's lair and they fight. Apolo is about to lose, in a not-mortal-but-not-god state, but again he manage to defeat the snake, throwing it into Chaos. Apolo is in a bad shape but Artemis takes him to Olympus, his godhood now reatored. But it's bittersweet because he has seen how hard it is to be a mortal and he no longer feels part of the Olympians. He acknowleges how abusive Zeus is to everyone (including to Hera) and decides he is going to be better and break the cycle

Final credits: Rachel can see the future again and it is quite happy about it

Nico and Will receive a prophecy, and a voice (maybe Bob?) Is calling him for help from tartarus.

Jason is dead tho he appears in a dream and seems in peace with his fate

Piper has a girlfriend named Shel, she says she's figuring out who she is without Hera's or Aphrodite's pressure and seems to be doing well

Thalia and Reyna are best Hunter buddies, and they go to Jo and Emma's station for a visit. There, Leo is teaching mechanics to street kids and developing a sibling like relationship with Reyna and Calipso decided to try highschool.

Hazel and Frank are well respected praetors and seem comfotable with their positions

Percy and Annabeth are going to college in New Rome. Percy didn't decide his major yet but he seems happy and Annabeth is going to take a double run (I think it's called that) in UC Berkeley. Their dorms are still empty and they are going to have a lot of time there together (👁️👄👁️) before their classes start

And Meg gathered her adopted siblings and went to her old house in Palm Springs, where she lives with Lu and a lot of dryads and Nature spirits

And Apolo says he is going to remember and be there for the demigods whenever they need.

This is incredible oh my god wow, thank you so fucking much. A poly relationship ahahhaha that made me cackle, the idea of dorky theatre dad paul and weird tries-too-hard-to-be-cool hawaiian shirt dad poseidon both with the absolute hottie that is sally? what a mental image.

percy’s going to college :’) he did it :’)

awwh that’s actually really sweet that mr. d is helping nico deal with his shit because mans got a lot of shit to deal with and i bet having the god of ritual madness on your side would be helpful (hopefully... if nico stays on his good side lmao)

and yeah FUCK ZEUS okay im a bit :/ that he didn’t denounce immortality because now that would have been epic but cool.. still down for the calling out of zeus i hope there were some absolute zingers in there

another prophecy. rick please. stop it. let them rest. enough. im so tired. having another prophecy at the end of a book series? that’s cringe buddy

PIPER HAS A GF. I AM HAPPY. that is all. this is my main takeaway and quite possibly one of the few things that i care about from this book. wish it had been reyna but you know what piper has two hands okay

asdhkajhda the eye emojis about percy n annabeth being alone in the dorm and spending a lot of time together. personally, i know me and my then boyfriend of the time spent a lot of time... together during a reading break when my roommate was gone.. anyway good for them. good for them :) they deserve nothing but happiness now and im glad they weren’t pulled in for the final battle

my soul can rest now and i can focus on writing either too fluffy or too angsty percabeth to my hearts content

(until he announces another five book series with nico and will. so do not rick. do not.)

#toa spoilers #spoilers #pjo spoilers #ton spoilers #like HUGE ton spoilers lol #i adore you anon #ask #anon

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mediocrevideopodcast · 3 years

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Hi there! First of all thank you for the short haired reader Headcanons, it was so sweet !

I’d like a matchup please! She/they, INFP, curly short hair+ freckles, rosy checks, chubby/curvy hufflepuff, 5’9, shy but friendly, Loud w friends, nerdy, like memes, books, animated movies, painting, n’ artist stuff. My friends says I’m very funny but also very naive, I have one of those obnoxious funny laughs you don’t see it coming from a mile away ( bc im usually kinda quiet ) but those that it makes others laugh from just hearing it? So yeah abbrjgkdkdn, a softie not gonna lie, hopeless romantic, affectionate, but I hide my love side out of fear for being rejected, I’m very good with kids and animals, I get flustered SO easily ( it’s a pain. In the ass bfbgjdksks) got depression and anxiety, but I love hanging out with friends, I’m always down to comfort ppl, listen, give advice if they need to, extremely supportive and kind. I sometimes need my space but at the same time I think I kinda need someone who reassures me I’m not a bother or that they still like me, ( friendships and relationships ) otherwise I will crate conspiracy theories against myself and slowly drift away shbfngjdkd also understand non verbal language cuz it’s hard for me to open up, I Hope this is enough? thank you!

I match you with...

Leonardo!!

Your caring and loving nature is a huge factor in drawing him in! Kind to kids, kind to animals, nerdy, a lil shy... he’s SO in. He realizes he’s in love with you the first time he really makes you laugh. Dorky & infectious laughter... his weakness <3

He’s the best reader of nonverbal cues, hands down. He picks up on that shit so quickly, sometimes before you even realize what you’re feeling. He’ll give you a little bit of time, to see if you want to bring it up, but he’s not afraid of bridging that gap if you’re unable to. He’s also the KING of reassurance. He’ll kiss your forehead, hold your hands, and tell you all the things he loves about you. Sweetest motherfucker on earth tbh

He’s a bit taller than you! You already know he’s gonna do the thing of holding something above your head so you have to get on your tiptoes and lean into him to grab it.

Send him your memes... he always has like, a billion saved on his phone to respond with. (He’s also started saying “___.....my beloved...” out loud recently about the most mundane stuff. he’s so dumb <3 also most of his texts read like shitposts its so funny. he’s your boyfriend, but it’s obvious that you two were very good friends before you started going out together. It’s really cute.)

At least once a month, he sends you a video of him trying to get Splinter to say Ratatouille quotes. “Dad, dad! I need you to say something for me.” “What is it?” “Anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great.” “No.” It never works :( He’s not gonna stop trying though.

ADORES how flustered you get... he plays into it so much. He loves to pepper you with kisses and watch how flustered you get. He’s also done the Gomez & Morticia kiss up the arm hundreds of times.

He’s a hopeless romantic and proud of it! He’ll do it all. Flowers, candlelit dinner dates, watching the sunrise & sunset, making dinner together, everything.

He likes to lay his head in your lap while you read. Oftentimes he’ll fall asleep, especially if you trace patterns on his shell with your free hand.

He loves crystals a lot! He could spend hours inside of gem shops, to be quite frank. His favorite is Blue Tourmaline, and he’ll buy little bags of it in the Hidden City so he can make necklaces & bracelets for you out of it. Every time you look down at your wrist or at your necklace, it makes you think of him :)

One way to make him really flustered? Trace his stripes! He practically melts into your hands, and he gets the sweetest smile on his face. His eyes close as he leans into your touch and it’s just... MUAH.

He tries so hard to make you laugh!! Your laughter is his favorite sound in the world, and he’ll do damn-near anything to hear it. If you’re ticklish... godspeed </3

Fellow lover of animated movies!! He’s always down to watch them with you, and chances are, they’re a pretty common pick on movie night. (He also FREQUENTLY sends you the “I wish all american animation studios a very make 2D movies again or else” meme. If he has to watch one more CGI remake again he’s gonna DIE.)

If you have freckles on your shoulders/arms, you already know he’s gonna trace them. He thinks they’re so pretty! He likes to connect them with markers to make little constellations.

He has your hair products MEMORIZED. If you ever run out of something, he’s the first to track it down for you. He also likes to draw cat ears and whiskers on the products in your bathroom <3

On your first year anniversary, he wrote you a really sweet song. He ran across the rooftops of New York with an acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder to get to your apartment, and you still remember the way he smiled as you grabbed his hands to pull him through the window. (He’s a good singer, too! It was the sweetest thing in the world <3)

He’s SUCH a nerd... talk to him about your latest interest, do it!! He gets just as passionate as you do, even if he had no idea what it was beforehand! He loves passion.

He has Houdini’s history memorized forwards and backwards: both his personal life and his performances! He gets so excited when he talks about Houdini, it’s cute. He’ll lay his head in your lap and ramble for ages, if you let him. His eyes light up like supernovas, it’s adorable. He talks with his hands, too.

Super supportive of your art!! He frames/hangs up anything you give to him. And if it’s too small, you bet its going in his treasure box. (He keeps it under his bed, and it’s full of little things that remind him of you.)

Speaking of which, he’s cool if you ever need a bit of space! It doesn’t hurt his feelings, I promise. Everyone needs a little bit of space sometimes, and that’s okay! So long as you know you’re loved, he’s cool with it.

He’s a huge fan of personality tests!! Both serious ones like Myers-Briggs and the silly ones that you find on like. Buzzfeed. He’ll stay up for HOURS taking them to avoid going to bed. (He’s an ENFP & Gryffindor, for reference! He barely skirts into ENFP-T, [Around a 55-45, maybe 60-40 split] if you wanna be specific.) He loves sending them to you, too!

Literally the sticky note KING. He’ll stick them everywhere. Having a depressive episode? Sticky note reminders to eat & shower if he’s not there. Loving little stickies with encouragement! Declarations of how much he loves you, and how proud of you he is! He’ll also do it when you’re feeling a-okay, but you can bet that he increases them when you’re not feeling well. It’s a nice way for him to tell you that he loves you and is proud of you when he isn’t there. You keep all of them in a box of your own :) You guys also have a giant sticky note trail on your fridge. You both keep stacking responses on top of one another.

#not writing #I hope this was okay!!! <3 i had a lot of fun with this one aaaaaaaa #matchups #matchup monday #whygz

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naancypants · 4 years

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@maddarc you inspired me with this headcanon idea!! I wasn’t sure how to write something like this using regular scenes, so I tried something a little different to help span the time gaps. It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written lol but I just kinda threw it together so it’s whatever, here's a thing ✌ (@nancydrew-onthecase)

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow is my 14th birthday. Since mom is getting me the new Playstation system that I asked for, she made me agree to keep a diary. She thinks it’ll be good for me to write stuff down. But honestly, I don’t even know what to write about. This is gonna be awkward.

Joe

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Dear Diary,

Okay... I did a terrible job at keeping a diary. Whenever mom asked if I was using it I told her yes, but I think she could tell that I wasn’t - she didn’t give me crap about it, though. I’m 15 now, and Frank & I are deep in training to become ATAC agents. That’s the company our dad owns - American Teens Against Crime. We’ve been solving petty mysteries since we were kids, so I guess this is a natural progression for us. An awesome one, too! We get to use so many cool gadgets and go on the best adventures! The secrecy is exciting, but according to Frank, I’ve never been the best at keeping my mouth shut. I guess we’ll see how it goes.

Joe

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Dear Diary,

Frank and I finished off the BIGGEST case of our careers last week! We’d been called out to this small town called River Heights because there was a serial bank robber who’d been evading police for a couple of months - but the best part is we didn’t have to solve the case alone! We met this girl named Nancy; her dad is a business contact of our dad’s. She’s super smart. She figured stuff out even faster than Frank! And when I suggested we go to the ice cream shop to talk over the case - much to Frank’s dismay - she just laughed and said “sure!”. Take that, Frank. It was a lot of fun... she’s a lot of fun. And she’s pretty. ... Stop looking at me like that. Not that you’re looking, because you are a book. But you know what I mean. Or I guess you don’t, because you are a book. But anyway... I hope we get to work with her again, that’s all.

Joe

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Dear Diary,

We’ve gotten to work with Nancy a lot more than I thought, considering how far away we live. She’s cool because she never complains when I want to do something fun, unlike Frank. And I know I said this last time, but she’s reeeally smart. It’s honestly kind of amazing. For one case, we had to break into this abandoned house because Nancy had a hunch - as soon as Frank saw the “no trespassing” signs he was totally going to be a baby about it, but Nancy got him in line real quick. She took a pair of wire cutters and made a hole in the fence for us to crawl through, JUST LIKE IN THE MOVIES! And then she picked the lock of the back door with a bobby pin in like 5 seconds flat! My jaw was literally on the floor. They teach us how to lockpick in ATAC training, but we always have actual lockpicks to do it. I’m hoping Nancy can teach me her method one day.

And... okay, yeah, I guess you can look at me like that. Fine. You win this time, diary.

Joe

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Dear Diary,

It’s been almost 6 months since we first met Nancy and a lot has changed since then. For one, I recently learned that she’s been dating this guy named Ned for like a year & a half now, or something like that. Who’s keeping track? Two, Frank basically bullied me into admitting to him that I.. have a crush on Nancy. He’s not going to tell her though, not that I think he would anyway. He gets all weird and dorky when he tries to talk about feelings. It’s not a good look. Either way, there’s no chance in H-E-double hockey sticks that Nancy and Ned will ever break up, and I’m happy for them! He’s such a good guy it’s insane. Probably better than me, and that’s saying a lot.

Joking aside... I’m going to try to get over Nance. There’s no point in feeling this way about her if it’s never gonna happen!

Joe

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Dear Diary,

I swear to God Frank is acting weirder every time we see Nancy. He KNOWS that I had a crush on her but he KNOWS that I don’t anymore... or does he? I think he thinks that I still do, but I’ve done a good job at blocking it out. We’re 18 now, so it’s been a while. I normally don’t even think about it until Frank starts acting like a total loser around her and then I’m like...??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? Anytime Nancy mentions Ned or their relationship or anything to do with love, he starts stuttering and blushing and acting all goofy. I’ve started having to fake-tease HIM about having a crush on her just to make it less awkward! I didn’t realize he was sooooo dense when it comes to romance. When I asked him about it, he said my former crush on Nancy was useless information that he wishes I hadn’t told him (NEWSFLASH: he made me tell him) and now he just doesn’t know what to do with it. Nancy seems to think it’s totally normal, but he looks like an idiot.

Joe

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Dear Diary,

It’s been a long time. I’m 24, Frank is 25. I think it’s funny how the only thing I ever really wrote about in here was Nancy Drew. It’s ironic, too, because that’s exactly who I’ve come to write about again.

She’s going through a lot right now and I wish I could be there for her more than I am. I do what I can, but it’s not easy when you live 4 hours away and are constantly being called away on cases. I also don’t want to overwhelm her, considering how long she and Ned were together. It feels... wrong, somehow, that they aren’t anymore. Frank of course has been telling me that I “finally have a shot” or whatever, but I’m not convinced. First of all, she’s only been single for 2 months. Second, she probably thinks Frank is the one with feelings for her, not me; especially with the way the media likes to focus on their relationship. But, as I always joke with Frank, it’s his own fault for making it weird!

Anyway. I feel like kind of a jerk for thinking about my feelings for Nancy when she’s literally going through the worst break-up of her life right now... but it’s weird how thing can pop back up again so suddenly, huh?

And as always, it’s not like I’m gonna do anything about it.

Joe

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Nancy Drew sits on the edge of her chair, sweeping her ponytail so that it drapes delicately across her shoulder. She sucks in a deep breath, fixing her anxious gaze on a random spot in the hardwood of Frank & Joe’s family home. It’s a conversation she’s been avoiding ever since her break-up with Ned 10 months ago. Crazy how time flies. “Frank...” she begins, noticing a distinct discomfort in the detective’s body language as she does so, “I - we’ve all seen the stories. The ones on the news, the speculation... about...?” Frank only stares at her, blankly, with eyes resembling those of a terrified deer. “About the two of us. Being together.” “Uhh, yeah,” Frank scratches at the back of his neck. “I’ve seen them. What about them?” Nancy sighs and allows her shoulders to make contact with the Hardys’ side chair. She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m a detective, Frank. And I’ve known you & Joe since we were 15. I just want to clear the air about whatever is or is not going on. I guess, to be blunt, what I’m asking you is if there’s any truth to all those rumors.” “You did always have a way of being blunt when you need to be.” Nancy lifts an eyebrow at him, otherwise unmoving in her position. “I... ah, no, Nancy, there -” “It’s okay, Frank, really, if there is. You can tell me.” “It’s not that, Nancy. It isn’t me.” Ding-ding. Nancy hones in on his peculiar choice of words. “What do you mean, it isn’t you?” “I - listen. It doesn’t matter. I told you honestly. Are the rumors true for you?” His attempt to distract her is futile. “What did you mean by it isn’t you?” “Nancy, look. I made a promise that I wouldn’t talk about it.” “Talk about what?” Both Nancy and Frank turn their heads to see Joe Hardy drop his motorcycle keys onto the shelf next to the front door. What serendipitous timing, Frank thinks with a roll of his eyes. “Nothing,” he says quickly, darting across the living room to the staircase with his hands out in front of him, “I’m letting the two of you talk this one out.” Joe glares after his brother, because despite not knowing what this was about, there’s no way he was going to like it. Nancy approaches him from behind. “All I did was ask Frank if he had feelings for me, like in all the media reports. Then he said it ‘wasn’t him’ and insisted that he wasn’t supposed to tell me about it. Do you know anything about that?” Joe swallows the lump in his throat as his heart rate picks up to about 580bpm. ...At least, that’s what it feels like. Joe’s first instinct is to stop & consider if there’s any way he can worm his way out of telling her at this moment; but at the same time, he thinks it may be better to just let things flow. “Uhh.” ...Okay never mind, decision has to be made. NOW. “Is it... you?” ...Oh, that’s right. She’s super smart. When Joe slowly turns around to face her, he can tell from the glassy look in her eyes that she’s already pieced together the whole thing. And for once, he doesn’t know what to say. So he doesn’t. Her breathing is heavy and uneven, to say nothing of his own. The only sound is the steady ticking of the mantle clock. Joe has no idea why but he has an irrepressible urge to apologize. He just wishes his voice doesn’t crack when he does. “Sorry, Nance.” Her immediate response is to tearfully shake her head and wrap her arms tightly around his waist. “Why are you apologizing?” Joe swallows again, hesitantly allowing his hands to fall onto her cardigan-clad back. “I- I don’t know.” and then after a beat, “Should I?” Nancy chuckles a bit as she pulls back, wiping at her eyes. “You should never have to apologize for how you feel, Joe.” That makes him feel a little better. But then, after an agonizing silence during which they have refused to make eye contact, he feels like sickening nerves start to take up residence in his stomach once again. “How do you feel?” Joe forces himself to ask, bracing for impact. Nancy exhales, placing a hand on her cheek. She has an odd sort of smile on her face that Joe doesn’t think he’s seen in the 9 years he’s known her. “I’ll be honest with you, Joe.” Oh, God. “It’s never occurred to me.” He swallows for the 758th time. Why didn’t he grab some water first? But then, to his surprise, Nancy giggles - like, she actually giggles. He’s never heard her giggle before. “But I think I like the idea.” “Wait what?” She gives him a meltingly genuine smile and steps a little closer. “You’ve always been there for me, Joe. You’ve made me laugh, brought soup when I was sick, gave me a call because I said I was lonely. And you’re always up for an adventure,” she causes his heart to go ballistic once again when she places her palms against either side of his waist, “And you know how much I love new adventures.” Now, at last, a smile cracks on Joe’s face - that goofy, wisecracker smile of his that somehow matches this moment entirely. He nods at her as elation finally makes its way in, and elation is the driving force behind their first kiss. There is a remarkable lack of uncertainty between Joe’s enthusiasm and Nancy’s natural reactions - it’s been a long time coming for one, and for the other, it’s an entirely new adventure.

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#not sure if i'm going to post this on ao3 lol #maybe after i actually edit it lol #this is literally a first draft LOL FORGIVE ME #IT'S TERRIBLE EGJdg #clue crew #nancy drew games #jancy #i heart joe hardy #nancy drew

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robinrunsfiction · 5 years

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HIIII. 53 "Halloween is my aesthetic" with Frank!

Halloween Is My Aesthetic

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @glittercupcakes-and-squatsWord Count: ~900Author’s Note: Ok, this will likely be short (like Frank) but hopefully adorable… like Frank lol Also I was playing Hemmingway when I wrote this so I was a little buzzed and didn’t proof read it (and still haven’t!)

Frank had arrived at your door for your first date with a small bouquet of roses in hand. He had been an acquaintance, a friend of a friend, for a while and you were totally surprised when he nervously asked you out one day. You were totally flattered that someone so gorgeous and talented had noticed you, and for him to want to take you out on a date on top of that? You could hardly believe it.

“Is there anywhere you wanted to go for dinner?” He asked as you walked to his car.

“Umm, there’s this one place that’s cool,” you offered as he opened the door for you and you slid in to the seat, smoothing our your black dress.

“Wanna punch it in the GPS?” he asked handing you his phone. When you glanced at it, he had left your text message open and you spotted the little heart emoji he had added next to your name and you couldn’t help but smile.

You punched in the address and he followed the instructions as you rode quietly to the restaurant. When you pulled up Frank’s face lit up.

“Wait is this it?”

“Yea, it’s a zombie themed restaurant, but it’s super cool,” you explained as you both got out.

“That’s so rad,” he grinned as he took your hand and you went inside.

When you were seated at your table and you both had your drinks ordered, Frank looked around at the decor wide eyed.

“Is it like this year round?” He asked.

“Yea, I love coming here because Halloween is my aesthetic and it’s always like this.”

“I love Halloween too, it’s my birthday actually,” Frank replied.

“No way!”

“Yea, check this out,” he said as he held out his knuckles showing they spelled out Halloween.

“I’ve never noticed that in all the times we’ve hung out!” You laughed.

You continued to chat about your shared love of Halloween, zombies, horror movies and everything creepy until your meals were finished and you both had finished your milkshakes, both having chosen the red velvet with oreo cookies had a drizzle that looked like blood on top.

Frank’s hand had held yours from across the table for a good portion of the date. You couldn’t help but blush when you realized how intently he listened to you when you spoke, his caring eyes watching you, and the way he laughed at your stories.

Soon you were pulling back up in front of your house, and you very much did not want the evening to end.

“Hey Frank,” you started.

“Yea (YN)” he asked hopefully, glancing over at you.

“You wanna come in and watch a movie or something?”

“Yea, that would be awesome,” he said with a soft smile.

Frank followed you in and you smiled at the flowers that you had put in a glass of water on the table before you left and settled in to the couch. He sat down next to you, but not too close, as you found a movie on tv to watch.

As you watched it and talked about the movie that you had both seen a few times, you could feel yourself sliding closer to Frank. Soon he stretched out and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You settled in against him and rested you head against him. He then rested his head on top of your and you sighed happily. If you had looked up, you would have seen the smile on his face as well reflecting how lucky he felt to finally get a chance to be alone with you and finding out you were even cooler than he could have ever hoped.

When the movie was over it was getting late and Frank announced he should probably head home. You got up and followed him to your door.

“I had a really great time,” you smiled up at him.

“Wanna do it again some time?” He asked, trying to sound casual, but his heart started thumping in his chest, worried you would say no.

“I’d love to,” you smiled and he grinned in response. You reached out and wrapped your arms around him in a hug and he pulled you in just as tight. When you pulled back and looked up at him he decided to take his chance.

He leaned down and his lips met yours. He smiled into the kiss as you kissed him back. He marveled at how soft your lips felt against his, how right it felt to hold you against him. He couldn’t believe how quickly he was falling for you, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was this moment to last forever.

When you did eventually have to pull back for air, you smiled up at him again. “Yea I’d really love to do this again.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Frank smiled. “Night (YN),” Frank said as he turned and headed out the door.

You were still practically swooning as you leaned back against the door and spotted the flowers on the table. You couldn’t believe that someone as cool as Frank was interested in you and that he wanted to go out with you again soon. But if you had happened to look out your window, you would have seen spotted Frank in his car doing a very dorky celebratory dance over the fact that you seemed to like him just as much as he liked you.

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fan fic #frank iero fan fiction #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction #requested #not proof read whoops #glittercupcakes-and-squats #frank iero imagine

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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Any paranormal fics? Like vampires n ghosts n werewolves n that stuff! Any ship is good!

Hi Nonny!

This was a fun ask, there's so much cool stuff you can do with paranormal AUs! I actually have several more vampire and werewolf bookmarks, but I didn't want the list to become too long 😅

Paranormal Elements

Not Like That by orphan_account, Frank/Ray/Gerard/Mikey, 8k, Mature. "Frank's a fairy." "I haven't heard anyone call gay people that in years. You fuck your entire band. We literally have sex every day, Ray, we're both fairies. I'm a fairy, you're a fairy, Mikey's a fairy. Don't single Frank out."

Smokeless Flame of Fire by tabulaxrasa, Frank/Gerard, 21k, Mature. Frank blinked. "What kind of name for a genie is Gerard?"

Gerard Way's (Vampire) Detective Agency by jjtaylor, Pennyplainknits, Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Pete, Lindsey/Jamia, Bob/Ray, Spencer/Brendon, 164k, Mature. Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister rituals.

Paradox 'verse by stoplightglow, Frank/Gerard, 42k, Mature. You know the saying. The best part about hitting rock bottom is that you get to meet a hot psychic.

Headfirst for Halos, P.I. by behindskylines (deanlovessammymorethanpie), Frank/Gerard, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. “For the last time, Gerard,” Ray sighs, because he knows, deep down, that it won’t be, “we’re not ghostbusters.”

Adrift by innocent_wolves, Frank/Gerard, 31k, Explicit. When successful author Gerard Way is forced to do something drastic to spur on his creativity, he decides to move out of the city. He buys an old villa in the small town of Kellmington and is satisfied with that, until he discovers that it’s already inhabited by one of the former residents: a persistent ghost. To have a dead spirit around is certainly not what he paid for, but Gerard soon learns that the ghost has its own story – a story that might lead him to a life-changing plot twist.

Magic Hours by annemari, Frank/Gerard, 8k, Teen And Up Audiences. "What the fuck?" Gerard asks, weakly. His heart's still trying to beat its way out of his chest. He's honestly used to dealing with ghosts by now, but he always startles when they do their whole "turning up out of nowhere to spook you to death" shtick. Also, this guy's not a ghost. So, seriously, what the fuck. "Who the fuck are you?" the guy asks, and Gerard splutters, because hey, this is their haunted house, so technically they're the ones who should be asking that.

All The Wicked Shadows by samanthahirr, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Mature. A favor for his friend Mikey leads Frank to an abandoned building in North Jersey...where Mikey's dark secret is hiding.

Veins Are Red, Veins Are Blue by dear_monday, Frank/Gerard, 10k, Explicit. There's a little button up at the top of the page, marked "gallery", and Gerard clicks on it. It presents him with a handful of different names, presumably the artists in residence, and he skims down the list until he spots it: Frank Iero (horror/gore, traditional American designs). Iero, Gerard thinks, rolling the name around his head like a rosary bead in his palm. Of course the fucker is Italian, because the world is cruel and Gerard's life is hard. With a deep, tortured sigh, he clicks on Frank's name. In which Frank is a tattoo artist and Gerard is a fearsome and terrifying undead creature of the night. Sort of.

A State Of Orange by gala_apples, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard, 20k, Explicit. Being a halfling in a red state can sometimes cause issues for Frank Iero. He’s the weakest at Jett Clement High School, and probably the entire state (not counting the meal plans). His moods are oddly stable, as much as he tries to be mercurial. And being able to withstand the sun for up to twenty minutes only allows him more time to be forced into chores. Still, his parents are insane if they think he’s going to be happy about their decision. Frank doesn’t want to move to a Mixed state. How is he supposed to get great friends? How is he supposed to find great food? How is he supposed to have great sex? But Frank doesn’t have a choice. He’s New Jersey bound for the next year, if not longer. He’ll be surrounded by tame vampires who have been nagged out of a sex drive, and humans he’s not allowed to eat. Mixed states suck. Lucky for him, not every person in Jersey sucks.

Black Market Blood by autoschediastic, Frank/Gerard, 17k, Explicit. Frank's so fucking freaky he's potentially wigging out a fucking vampire.

Let The Darkness Lead You Home by rivers_bend, Frank/Gerard, 49k, Explicit. Vampires are in charge and most of the humans on earth are prey, so Frank Iero's parents have him train as a cyber tech to protect him. Leaving the family he's born into may have saved his life, but his parents never could have expected the lengths he'd go to in order to find a new family to call home.

Blood...It's Everything by gala_apples, Gerard/Mikey, 3k, Explicit. Mikey gets turned into a vampire. Surprisingly little changes.

Release the Bats by Sena, Ray/Mikey, 10k, Mature. Sure, Mikey's a vampire, but Ray's okay with that. He's still Mikey, after all, still Ray's friend, still dorky and sweet and funny and amazing and, yeah. Maybe Ray likes him as more than just a friend.

Strays by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Frank/Gerard, 14k, Explicit. Frank and Gerard's life off-tour is all about grocery shopping and blowjobs and general domestic happiness...until Gerard goes missing, and bloody scraps are all that's left behind. So when a stray dog turns up on Frank's doorstep, can anyone blame him for wanting a little normal back in his life?

Well Tonight, Will It Ever Come? by Dandy Fetish, Bob/Frank/Ray/Gerard/Mikey, 20k, NC-17. Ray didn't ever lie to his band. Not telling them he was a werewolf technically wasn't a lie. Besides, having a werewolf in a rock band is hardly a big deal.

And highways I call home by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Patrick/Mikey, 7k, Mature. When Mikey joins Fall Out Boy on tour for a couple weeks, he finds out all kinds of surprising things about Patrick. That he's a werewolf is pretty low on the list.

can't fight the moonlight by Trojie, Gerard/Pete, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. for no-tags Fall 2019, prompt: Pete/Gerard, long hair club

a scent and a sound by mwestbelle, Frank/Mikey, 15k, Explicit. In an urban fantasy world where werewolves can't hold a decent job and no roommate wants them, werewolf Frank is looking for an apartment. He finds one with Mikey Way.

#frank/ray/gerard/mikey #frank/gerard #mikey/pete #lindsey/jamia #bob/ray #frank/mikey #gerard/mikey #ray/mikey #bob/frank/ray/gerard/mikey #patrick/mikey #gerard/pete #fic rec list #paranormal #vampires #werevolves

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