#ft willz

[oranttta]

my southern gothic au. frank. 🕸️🔪

i. gerard

ii. mikey

[abrandnewshadow]

the only proof I can rely on in 2024 that frank/ft willz were one and the same.

ft willz myspace blog poem "shits bananas when you're disinterested" exactly matches the one posted on franks 2013 website- crediting himself at the end. a very unique title for it to be coincidental.

this and the eyeball

this eyeball thumbnail from the 2008 skeletoncrew website is labelled as f.t.willz and will bring you to their poems. (eyeball w/ text) the other pictures of the respective artists bring you to their work.

The one that looks like it could be franks eyeball is the one that will bring you to ft willz poetry. i'm all but convinced.

upon investigating the poems, there are no matches for ft willz poems on franks website except "shits bananas"

here is how you can search frank's old website for keywords. no known texts from ft willz can be found. besides "shits bananas"

by that same method, you can search for ft willz or ftw from 2005-2014 skeletoncrewonline.com here

this image below has long served as the main piece of evidence of ft willz. reposted tons but no source.

The first is supposedly from ft willz myspace blog, the second is the same poem on franks website.

The ft willz version of this cannot be sourced. maybe someone can find it. but the source to that image has never been around. just reposted.

wayback machine has very few captures of ft willz myspace blog (like 10) and only one poem can be traced to frank.

I get that it is almost as crazy to believe the "I really like you" myspace screenshot is fake than to believe it's real.

If it's fake, they did a real good job making it look real. but text is so easy to shop, even in 2014.

So I have disposed of the "from my head to my middle finger" aspect of this theory. there just is not enough proof.

another impossible to source thing: the weird bible ft willz fans worship

there is a master compilation of "frank and ft willz" poetry pdf that an entire subreddit uses as its main resource- and most everyone who believes ft willz just accepts it as legitimate.

but whos to say the person that made it didn't just open word and get angsty? no one knows where it came from and no one can say how they got it.

this pdf is troubling because it provides many new works supposedly by frank/ft willz and many accept it all as franks words- without any proof of who the words it came from.

eyeball links: jpg, jpg with text, authors page with thumbnail "writings"- link is dumb and old)

ftw myspace

frank iero 2013 website

petition for frank to either deny/confirm the pen name (for what it's worth)

@myxchemicalximbalance edited this post with your frank photo. thank you so much for finding the eye pull frank picture so I could compare and contrast with the ft willz eyeball. it's pretty close I thought it was the same damn picture at first.

[pissditching]

richard siken what do you know about this.

[earlycuntsets]

my ftw video

LINKS:

 the ft willz book ad that will take you to ft willz real myspace

"frank and ft willz" poetry pdf 

ftw subreddit 

eyeball links: jpg, jpg with text, authors page with thumbnail "writings"- link is dumb and old)

ftw myspace

frank iero 2013 website

petition for frank to either deny/confirm the pen name

[vengeful4ever]

[raphaeliteocean]

do you ever feel like you are a city crammed in one person? a tug to a plethora of houses tears you into fragments as you walk down the dim and tangerine avenue, a tug that sits beneath skin crying through the night for solace. is that the heat we share? solace in its home? i am searching for an evolving puzzle piece that i can fit into, yet you hold me like the sand holds the ocean, how can i look into your eyes and not stitch our future? this ceramic needle is painted with our prophecies. do you know the silver along your tongue is meant for familiarities twin? did you know your first finger is meant to rest in our infant’s palm? i want to love everything with you. that’s what i would say to you if my heart could ravel itself up in time afterwards. i am all these people with all these wants and dreams tightly woven into a frame i can’t imagine myself living in. this skeleton is my only truth. i’ll ask you to brush past these flame touched irises and hold onto how i’m imagining you, i hope you take the ticket.

[slipmoth]

If the fbi put Frank Iero on their watchlist and gave him a warning for a song titled "I am going to kill the president of the united states of america" (which goes so hard btw) what do u think would happen if they found out he also wrote a whole graphic poem under F.T.Willz about Dismembering A Politician

[stigmatamama]

It’s Frank destroying all evidence of FT Willz

[gutless-rockstar]

Naka-Choko 2-10/ {no title}, FTwillz / Mizumono 2-13

[fangsup-cobrastyle]

I think we focus too much on "the beatles of cumming to quick" and not enough on "i am the william shakespeare of falling down the stairs" because THAT hits!

(-guy who fell down the stairs and broke his back when he was 18 and that was one of the most defining experiences in his life 😔)

[textsfrombandom]

Gerard: Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that

[frankensteiniero]

diamond rings don’t shine so bright when you know where they come from, f.t. willz / journal entry dated 09/02/2004, pete wentz

[abrandnewshadow]

tags:

frank flyers (new)

frank gifs pencey prep bullets era revenge era skeleton crew black parade era leathermouth ft willz danger days era frank's 2013 website death spells frank iero twitter stomachaches era parachutes era barriers era swarm era ls dunes

my gifs say earlycuntsets bc I am she

[thekidsfromyestergay]

[joyridingmp3]

show me who you are on the inside... really? Me too. We're so alike, where did you grow up? NO FUCKING WAY! A small town? That's so weird; no one ever listens to me either. wow.

[raphaeliteocean]

i will make beauty for you, i will, i will, i will; god, can’t you hear me? my fucking promises bleed guilty with every stitch in this blanket, the gold dashes score down my back too, and the sky. i’m spinning this thread and encasing its thunderstorm ache with amber — finger; tongue; thread — it has become an exchange, the lick to unearth any value from my lungs vs my best attempt at disguise. when you look up at the stars, do you scream my name? can you promise me it was once in love and once in pain and nothing more? would you seal a promise with a lie or have i bet on the only nobel heart dancing the horizon?

i’d ache slowly into the backdrop of shame if it meant it would take me as its own and never bother me again. i could earn a place with embarrassment and the others, travel with the pack — always stay on the winning side — and knot the string keeping me to life.

i am an orphan of emotion.

you have emancipated me from my truth. my words will never know the weight, they will never know.