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iero · 3 months ago
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"What do you want? What are you asking for? It's about love? You're being real specific." x
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vampyfrnk · 7 months ago
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not very convincing gerard.
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lipgloss3ater · 3 months ago
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at the franklin music hall. straight up "meeting him". and by "him", haha, well. let's jusr say. frank iero .
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deckoftrickcards · 3 months ago
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gee and frankie…. i love u gee and frankie….
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sixteenthtry · 1 month ago
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Somebody please hit me in the head with a brick.
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saintzinthecity · 3 months ago
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why is he like this
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guusagi · 3 months ago
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Frank Iero - Projekt Revolution 2007 in West Palm Beach, FL
This video of Frank makes me go au au auuuu! Had to share it with the masses.
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edit: THANK YOU FOR OVER 1K NOTES!! HAVE SOME MORE!
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housecow · 7 days ago
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seeing you outright mention you have death feedism tendencies is like a shotgun to the chest (positive)
i have a medical phobia that’s somehow twisted itself into death feedism ngl. also, evil feeders. 😳
someone hellbent on keeping me as fat as possible for as long as they can—knowing what cocktail of drugs keeps my heart pumping, dumbing me down and keeping me pliant with edibles hidden in my food, waking me up every few hours for feedings and funnel sessions instead of letting me sleep so the weight piles on faster than it should..
somewhere deep down i know it’s not good for me. maybe my feeder tells me about all the health problems i have while the feeding tube is in my mouth and i can barely think, but i can’t focus on what they’re saying without getting overwhelmed. if i don’t remember later, it doesn’t really matter, right?
maybe occasionally i’d “come to my senses,” during a lull in the feedings. when my feeder is busy and away for a while, after i’ve made my way through a small mountain of snacks and the mini fridge (full of shakes laced with THC to keep me docile) is just out of reach. maybe i’d try to get up, only to collapse back down because my knee problems finally caught up to me and fuck, it hurts to even try to walk. maybe then i’d finally take a look at where i am, how i’ve given up my life for someone’s (and my own, let’s be real) sick pleasure.
i’d have to deal with that realization for a while. maybe i’d start to cry, unable to handle the reality. eventually, though, my feeder would come back. they’d find me in this state and console me, getting the funnel ready because they can hear my stomach rumbling and it’s been too long since i’ve eaten. they’ll coo into my ear about how it’s all okay, how i asked for this and it’s what we both want.
they’d give my belly a shake, grasping the lowest roll in their hands and enjoying the way it makes my entire body wobble. they’d press a kiss onto the vast expanse of fat above my belly button, an area they were so excited to see expand under their care. they’d struggle a bit to lift one of my tits, eager to see how my breath hitches at the thought of their mouth on me. these are all distractions. they’ve mastered this game of manipulation and there’s no way i’d be able to find my way out of their control. their touch, the food they offer me, even those moments when i’m not high or in a haze of fullness and pleasure, were meant to further ensnare me and ensure i’m theirs for as long as i live.
my health, my life, is in my feeder’s hands. they know what’s best. as long as i keep eating, keep taking the pills they hand me, keep ignoring how hard it is to move and breathe, it will all be fine. or, that’s what i’d tell myself.
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benzobucky · 9 months ago
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you NEED to see my vision
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rosebushjhj · 8 months ago
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Do you just randomly catch yourself looking at pictures or band members and giggling like a schoolgirl
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asummersarah · 2 months ago
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I’m really glad frank talked about the bob he used to know and just told it like it was and didn’t downplay just how much bob had changed for the worst these last few years
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absolutelyzoned · 9 months ago
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being alive so great. like Wow. im having fun. how can i make this about gerard way
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drathym · 3 months ago
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some freehand pen doodles ive done lately
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missm0rgue · 11 months ago
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She can take care of all my wounds
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emo-protagonist · 2 months ago
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your telling me the reason bob got kicked from mcr was cus he was so upset he trusted a dog trainer and it got his dog killed and he was so guilt ridden he couldnt play and he literally never recovered???? and thats why he had to leave??????? nah honestly fuck all of you for sending him threats for 15 years. you all sucks. imma go cry. this is actually devastating. rest in peace bob.
if i see anyone who said his death was a “victory” or making fun of his death switch up cus of franks post istg i will actually kill you. fuck you mcr “fans”. this is why you don’t make assumptions.
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miserableromance · 10 months ago
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guys..guysmm hii!! waves to the very small amount of ppl who follow me.. hi guys!! how r yall im fine wbu ^_^
tumblr absolutely destroyed the quality omgggg -_-
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