#patrick “straight if that's a thing that exists” stump

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New McDonald's Alignment Chart just dropped, "Emo Trinity Saying They're Straight" flavored

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"Do you want dignity or do you want love? Go ahead and want both but you only get one?"

I would be very satisfied with one!! I currently have neither!!

[fob4ever]

i was at a bookstore yesterday that had a copy of the kerrang: living loud book that featured the FOB watergun fight article i've never seen transcribed anywhere so i made a transcript of it for archival purposes. enjoy! from kerrang, may 2005.

For a man staring down the barrel of a loaded gun while wearing just underpants, Fall Out Boy bassist Peter Wentz looks remarkably chipper. Especially when you consider the person about to unload in his face is guitarist and vocalist Patrick Stump, grinning madly despite the fact that fellow six-stringer Joe Trohman has a pistol to his temple. He in turn is firmly in the firing line of drummer Andy Hurley, cackling loudly with his finger hovering over the trigger.

Passers-by stop and stare, waiting for the inevitable, messy climax of this "Reservoir Dogs" scenario. The tension mounts, onlookers brace themselves, the band get ready to open fire. Suddenly it happens.

"Argh!" screams Wentz as several litres of icy water soak him. "That's fucking cold!"

No, Fall Out Boy aren't about to blow each other away, They're having a water fight for K!'s benefit in a car park at the Chicago stop on travelling punk circus Warped Tour, where they're knocking out their "softcore" wares ("We're basically a hardcore band that couldn't cut it as a hardcore band," laughs Wentz) on the main stage alongside big hitters like The Offspring, Avenged Sevenfold and My Chemical Romance. The Windy City is more than just another stop for them; Chicago is Fall Out Boy's hometown, the place where they formed out of the ashes of their old hardcore bands, and where they still live with their parents- who are here for today's show - during the few weeks of the year they're not on tour.

It all started for Fall Out Boy here in 2001 when the members wanted a break from playing in their various bands. Long time friends Wentz and Hurley got together with hardcore associate Joe Trohman to do something a bit less heavy. Following a conversation about avant-metallers Neurosis in a bookstore, Trohman introduced Stump to the rest of the band. When their other bands folded, they took on Fall Out Boy full time.

"We wanted to do things before we were ready," chuckles Peter Wentz fondly of the early days of DIY tours for the benefit of the one or two people who would show up. "We'd plan two-week tours, just to see the world. Nobody would book us, so we had to do it all on our own."

"A lot of bands have scenes to go into and surround themselves with those people," says Stump. "We had no scene, so we would just play anywhere, with whoever."

FOB have come a long way from their humble roots. Right now they're America's fastest rising band. Radio smash 'Sugar, We're Goin' Down' has placed them squarely in the mainstream, having spent three weeks as the Number One song on MTV's 'TRL', a prime-time show usually devoted to pop acts like Maroon 5 and Ashlee Simpson. So dizzying their Stateside assent has been, they had to cancel their recent European tour in order to play the MTV Music Video Awards, where they are also nominated for 'Sugar...'. Thankfully, FOB haven't let the screaming adoration turn them into big-headed twats.

"A piece of shit with legs on it could walk onto 'TRL' and people would still go crazy," laughs Wentz. "That stuff just goes straight by me. With the fast turnover in the music industry, how can anyone have an ego"

Andy Hurley chips in. "You can be today's main stage and tomorrow's trash."

That's to find out tomorrow, though. Today among the madness of trying to plan anything on the Warped Tour - stage times are decided daily by lottery - Fall Out Boy have to try and find time for hanging out with family and friends.

"Three weeks on Warped is like three months on a normal tour," says Peter Wentz.

"Home becomes like Atlantis on tour, you wonder if it actually exists after a while," adds Patrick Stump.

Now FOB are big stars, a lot of old 'friends' have been coming out of the woodwork. Joe Trohman and Peter Wentz have polarised views on those who didn't give a toss back in the day suddenly becoming your pal once you've made it.

"The way I look at it is if someone's a dick to you and you don't know them, so what?" says Trohman. "Just care about who did support you, keep those important people close, not the people who five years ago called you a loser."

"I work the opposite way!" Wentz counters, before adding darkly, "The people I think about most are enemies. My brain works on revenge!"

Though a tight knit group of close friends, Peter Wentz is clearly Fall Out Boy's spokesman. He does most of the talking during the interview and writes the lyrics, and seems like the most driven one of the lot. As well as doing Fall Out Boy, Wentz has also written a book with tattoo artist Joe Tesaure, 'The Boy With The Thorn In His Side'. It's a dark, twisted tale that could have come straight from the brain of Tim Burton.

"I've always been into Roahl Dahl and people like that, and I was friends with a tattoo artist at the time and we came up with this idea to do a book together," he explains. "It wasn't something I felt fitted in with what Fall Out Boy is, I hate when bands do something that's not 'them'. The book is what it is, and Fall Out Boy is what we are."

Despite all thise talk of nightmares and revenge, FOB are upbeat individuals, enjoying their newfound success, while refusing to allow success to go to their heads. They'll tell you they don't like the shallowness of groupies or industry parties, and that the trappings of rock stardom hold no appeal.

"I don't feel like I deserve it," says Wentz in closing. "It's not like, 'this amount of time and this amount of shows = this kind of bus'. I appreciate what we've got. We've toured in a tiny van and it was cool, but now we're having new adventures living like this. I don't feel we deserve it more than any other bands do."

He surveys the sumptuosly appointed tour bus for a moment before chuckling heartily.

"Actually, that's a lie, we totally deserve it more than anyone else! Ha ha!"

[alphadog]

patrick 'if straight is a thing that exists' stump

pete 'gay above the belt' wentz

joe 'guys have “dude crushes” at times' trohman

[transmascpetewentz]

your fetish for male homosexuality is really apparent. there is constant self affirmation and a dependence on labels, as if you are trying to convince yourself you are something you know you aren't. no matter how much you call yourself a faggot or imagine pete wentz and patrick stump fucking while picturing yourself as patrick, you will always move through the world as a heterosexual woman, because that's who you are in material reality. you couldve fought for a woman's right to be gender non conforming, straight or not, but instead you insert yourself into gay male spaces, where you know you don't belong, and spread homophobic rhetoric.

You're missing the important fact that being trans isn't the same thing as being GNC. I'm femme, that's in my bio. The reason I am trans is because I have dysphoria surrounding my sex characteristics and social role, and prefer to think of myself as a man, though other trans people can have experiences that are different. Men, even trans men, can be feminine, and it doesn't make us less of men.

I very much belong in gay male spaces. Gay trans men have been in gay male spaces for as long as gay male spaces have existed. We live our lives as gay men and we fuck gay men. We also experience homophobia, even when we're not out as trans, and experience transmasc comphet which can cause many of us to believe that we're lesbian or bisexual. I thought I was bisexual for a long time and tried to force myself to love women before my egg cracked.

I also find it very weird that you are speculating about my sexual fantasies. I find it even more weird that you're publicly speculating about my fetishes. For someone who claims to not be interested in trans men at all, you're very interested in my sexuality.

[mychemicalficrecs]

Could I please have some Gerard/Patrick fics please? I feel like I've exhausted the "well-known" ones.

Hi Nonny!

I don't know which ones are well-known but I hope some of these are new for you!

Patrick/Gerard

Pastel Punk? by TeddyBearDoctors, 754 words, General Audiences. Patrick thinks his hair is lame compared to his friends so Gerard and Pete come over to cut and dye it

A World That Sends You Reeling by SunshineAndRoseWater, 26k, Mature. In the year 2019 the world ended and a City arose to bring back civilization and order. Mikey, unsatisfied with life in the City, flees into the desert to become a Killjoy. Gerard is reluctant to follow. He’s a single parent with child to take care of, he can’t just go chasing fantasies anymore. Then tragedy strikes. Gerard follows Mikey into the desert where he gets picked up by the Killjoys and becomes Party Poison. Soon Gerard finds being the leader of the Killjoys isn't easy and if he doesn't fulfill his role there will be consequences. This is a story about ideas and how other people misinterpret them.

the hardest part of this by orphan_account, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. Patrick lost Elisa. Gerard and Lindsey divorced. Misery tends to find itself, but it gets a little complicated when other things come into play.

instant crush by orphan_account, 18k, Teen And Up Audiences. “Let me get this straight.” Gerard takes a drag of the cigarette in his hand and leans against the side of the bus, looking like some broody teenager. Patrick has no doubt he’d look cool if he was in his own body, but his actions just make Patrick look like that nerdy kid in high school trying to fit in with the popular crowd. “Last night I wished I knew how to deal with Pete Wentz, and overnight we’ve somehow switched bodies.” “Yeah, that’s about right.” Patrick sighs and runs a hand down his face. “Look, I know this kind of sucks—” “This is so fucking cool!” Patrick jumps at the sudden exclamation, and when he stares at Gerard, he can tell from the blatant excitement on his face that Gerard hasn’t heard a single thing Patrick’s said. “No, really, this is just like a fucking comic book, man!”

All My Thoughts of You by Aubrie1234, 25k, Teen And Up Audiences. The first time Patrick realized he was in love with Gerard, he thought it was more of a ‘pair the spares’ moment. The second time he fell in love, he knew that hadn’t been the case. Gerard was no happy accident that happened to stumble into his life. As convoluted as it was, he had to thank Pete’s relationship with Mikey for helping him to fall in love with the perfect guy. But is it really all that perfect?

When The Lights Go Out by geetrick, 2k, Mature. When Patrick gets assigned to investigate a cabaret that is allegedly the home of illegal magical activity, he knew it would be hard to fight against something he agreed with. It gets harder when he falls in love with one of the performers.

Merry Christmas, I Could Care Less by Snapjinxx, 22k, Teen And Up Audiences. If there was one thing Patrick Stump hated above all else, it was trains. Even more so than the holiday season, or the idea of falling in love. If there was one thing Gerard Way loved above all else, it was trains. Even more so than the holiday season, or the idea of falling in love. What will happen when fate brings the two polar opposites together on a busy train travelling across the country the week before Christmas? This is a story done in the style of a Hallmark Christmas movie, so be prepared for a jumble of holiday clichés and romantic comedy tropes. This is one of the happiest, fluffiest stories I'll ever write.

Haunted Grounds by Fueled_by_Revenge, 224k, Explicit. When Patrick got a music scholarship for a school in New Jersey, his best friends jumped on board with him and drove across several states to go to the same school.Gerard, on the other hand, was an art school graduate stuck in a rut working at a bookstore. But recently, he was very thankful that Patrick ended up in New Jersey.

Think Twice by thePetetoherPatrick, 876 words, Explicit. “One of these days you’re going to say that and I will completely blow your mind.” Gerard chuckled and shook his head at his friend. “Sure you will, Tricky.”

Dance Miserable by Tealroots, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. Patrick tries to impress Gerard at a party.

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs by TeddyBearDoctors, 2k, Mature. Patrick and Gerard slept together on Warped Tour but went their separate ways without admitting how stupidly in love they were. 2011, Patrick is touring for his Soul Punk album and Gerard comes to one of his shows in Jersey, love is confessed and sex is involved. Happy boys~

My Love, When You Dream Them Up by orphan_account, 231 words, Teen And Up Audiences. "Not like you'll ever know that."

Hope in Sight by SunshineAndRoseWater, 913 words, General Audiences. “You're not a burden, Gerard. I just want you to know that. I love you and I wouldn't trade you for the world.”

What If This Was All Different? by orphan_account, 18k, Teen And Up Audiences. What if the bands formed differently? What if Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance and such had never existed because they never came about? What if the people had met each other differently? What if the bands made weren’t what we expected?

Come Hell or High Water by caimani, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard and Patrick are witches. They're a bit disorganized and absentminded at times; nevertheless, they're skilled at their craft. And they're very normal, friendly residents, so the last postman can fuck off.

how far down by orphan_account, 4k, Explicit. Written for no_tags at Dreamwidth, for the following prompt: "Gerard/Patrick, bb dom Patrick (any gender) is tempted to top the shit out of prettyboy hooker!Gerard. i would prefer this be consensual as far as real-world pressures go; feel free to include consent play in sex scenes!"

Trope Meme Ficlets by alpheratz, 351 words, pg. Patrick/Gerard pretending to be married

Tastes Like Blue by J (jaywright), 1k, General Audiences. "Don't take this the wrong way, man, but I doubt your ability to reach his face with your foot."

Asskicking Is Just One of the Services We Offer by J (jaywright), 637 words, General Audiences. "You're a good guy, Joe Trohman."

Sing Ourselves to Sleep by Dira Sudis (dsudis), 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. Being exhausted is nothing like being drunk, but some nights Gerard gets too tired to remember that.

My Boyfriend Is in Love with Holden Caulfield by Dira Sudis (dsudis), 535 words, Teen And Up Audiences. "I can't believe I had sex with you! You're serious!"

[alchemisland]

Moors Mutt - Rambles in Eden (excerpt)

Another large chunk of the new Moors Mutt chapter to whet your appetite. Excuse any minor errors, they'll be mercilessly culled before she goes Wattpad live. Enjoy, you sick fucks.

IV. Rambles in Eden

At sunrise we departed, tramping toward a horizon aflame. Great greenery stretched as a carpet for our tread. Dawn's jewels, the stars of morning which are night's silver sisters, sundered underfoot. Leaves crunched, brittle things long past season returning to aether.

In the shadow of his hovel, I saw he had set plates of milk and egg in humble deference to the fae folk said to inhabit the ancient tombs and mounds of the Isles. A race, it was said, of otherworldy beings driven beneath the furrows as the plague of mankind spread, its boils gaping swordwounds, always fatal. Sperrin and surrounding holds were made immune to degeneracy by hard-headedness. Thackeray's 'Sketchbook 1842' soaked thusly on the practice; "Crude as their barn religion seemed to the imperial beholder, there is yet intricacy in their practices and archaic wisdom therein. If a faith's claim to true institutional status is the number of its adherents, there are yet more worshippers here in these bog towns and stone deserts, who bear saints names, than ever had Patrick driven toward the cliffs and below the ravenous tides fizzing like musket charges." I pondered briefly the egg dish, Thackeray had made no mention, while Fergus lifted a knee, the rusted joint of waking Talos, then swung the dangling appendage in a cumbersome fashion to shift a scarred moggy.

Lar seemed smaller inside. The bar frame served to deemphasize his ample stature, a kingly six foot one or two stood stock straight; more kingdom keep than tavern, and a fur mantle he wore over his coat most Heraclean.

He took great stomping strides, as in a childhood tale my mother fireside imparted of a giant who wore seven league boots. His ever-bailed fists hung like cudgels at his side, never stumped for purpose.

In his great shadow, one felt gratitude for civilisation. A concept which, for men like Lar, was voluntary. A hardy buck like him allowed us lilluputians exist. Every second a short man like me spent not being torn limb from limb by a man like him was a second lived by his decree.

'Lar, let me ask you something. In the house yesterday I found a bill of sale for an old church somewhere in the demesne. Do you know it?' I asked.

'Know it? Took first communion there. As did he.' Lar nodded toward Fergus who jostled delightedly, pulling the second of three bags across his vast flank. 'Everyone did, before she got her claws in.'

'You're joking? I didn't think to ask last night, I thought you wouldn't be interested.' I couldn't believe my luck. I need only hide the means by which the knowledge was gained, lest I trigger supernatural anxieties both doubtlessly held. No, it's all well in the Adelphi bubbling hookahs and talking about dreamlands, but that talk doesn't go for much around here. 'This is fortuitous. Oh, lash me for assuming. What age were you when the church closed?'

'After my first communion.' Lar answered curtly, but I sensed a question within.

'I'm not Roman Catholic. Happy now? My father was a man of private faith. Distrustful of institutions, he encouraged us, and others, to think for ourselves and not puzzle over mysteries of man's making.'

'That explains a lot.' said Lar, papist to the root.

'I'm no heathen. I know my bible well as any bishop. Like I said, he was a man of strong individual faith. Had plans for the priesthood once. Even unfulfilled, it's a noble ambition. Does that satisfy your piety?'

'What stopped him?' said Lar, speaking to indicate he was most unsatisfied. I saw glinting around his neck a pendant freshly-clad, its chain lightly linked, an effigy of holy Saint Anthony sun-crowned acentre against a gold rondure; a talisman he had doubtless proffered from its hallowed coffer hidden in the rafters, in hopes of warding away eidolons stirring from hades at our brazen charge.

I shrugged my shoulders, 'Insitutions?' I said without confidence, 'He didn't talk about it. So, enlighten me if you will Padre, what age is communion? Twelve - or is that Consternation?'

'It's Confirmation.' said Lar through gritted teeth. 'Communion is the unleavened bread. Usually the ceremony takes place when the child is seven years old, least that's what age I was.'

'Right. And Lady Sizemore, you would not deny she was a woman of means?'

Lar scoffed, loosening phlegm. 'I would not.'

'I had presumed so. Her estate is vast, her house lavish, its contents irreplaceable, its memories priceless, but she was not ostentatious in herself. Lar, I know we're out for the beast and don't worry, I still intend keeping up with the thing, but my heart is really set on figuring this thing about. See, I have had cause to see her financial records, public and private. Aside from maintenance costs and the occasion queenly feast, she seemed positively a pincher of pennys, a scrimper.' When our eyes met Lar squinted suspiciously, waiting for more. 'I mean to say Lady Sizemore seemed modest despite her earnings, yet enormous costs were incurred purchasing the church and moving the cairn. I want to know why its so special.'

'You'll soon find out; Talbot Church is our current destination.' said Lar, looking more than pleased with himself, and I bailed a fist and considered delivering my literal interpretation of someone being pleased as punch. How much I wanted to know, how much he did not say, it drove me mad. Still, I was delighted. It seemed I would know soon why I was chosen to receive this particular vision, of the old church, the young priest and the stone, oldest still.

'Truly? An angel. Art thou an angel? Thou art, truly. Who else so cherubim in cheek and lobe!' I nearly clicked my heels. 'How serendipitous I should inquire. Let me ask another question; what's there now?' We had slowed now, each of us, in anticipation of local colour. If trips to the outdoors had a purpose, twas this, tramping blind and giving life again to what has passed, and perhaps in gratitude if a higher place exists than this, they dead will bid us good fortune.'

'Nothing much anymore. There's been a church on that ground since before any Bishop in Rome ever lied. The first Christians arrived, little more than farmers turned missionaries, armed with twisted staves. Stone by stone they built a home for their desert god. The Gods of ancient Albion were not of the sun, blithe were they to effulgence. Came they from beneath the clod where the snake weeds grow. Slithered out from the eel bores and swam the narrow estuaries like boneless longships. Their worshippers were dark and twisted as their idols, taking every chance to spurn the advances of the interlopers, but such savagery cannot be upheld. Hate is not enough. Hate is the infernal speed, the thud of knuckles, the thunder at the antler crash of rutting stags, but it is a fickle thing, a false security, sapping and parasitic. By generations, these savage men became curious. They had killed so many, sundered their doings and mocked their skygod, yet still the missionaries adhered to his tenets. Perhaps, they thought, this God is some powerful thing. And with that, the spell of the old ways was broken. Already as the tribesmen made their first ginger steps up the slopes, the slopes we ourselves will ascend, the suckered whips and shadowed protrusions of the old ones retracted to the otherworld, down into the deep dells and dark delvings and the dwindling darks of earth. Came they curious and unarmed, bid the missionaries impart this wisdom worth dying for, worth suffering for. This site was not alone chosen for its useful vantage and strategic defensive position. The arriving zealots had observed natives worshipping standing stones, more ancient than the predeluvian cultures of hyborea and Tartaria. Such megaliths were known to hold great arcane power. The priests need only convince the tribes that power was theirs, a demonstration of their gospels infallibility, done easily within a generation. Priests controlled education, taste, oversaw cultural changes, discarded blasphemous and mysterious rites. Soon, the brood knew nothing of the traditions held by their forbears, and epoch of strife began.'

'Ah. So the priests came, withstood the assault and incorporated the existing idols into their own pantheon? How cunning, deceitful and a tragedy I should say too.'

'All-seeing though their God was, people will always do as they please. The old ways survive unchanged, even to this day the older townsfolk meet for the mysteries. When Fergus and I were bairns enormous crowds travelled from far afield to celebrate the imbolc, until she rooted out the cairn and left the church to rack and ruin. It shouldn't have been allowed.' Lar nodded, the ire of its sundering still upon him fresh, running like new fire in his veins and I saw with each clumping step he drove the point of his boot into the softening ground, like a knight's lance in a fallen pikeman's back, spending his annoyance in this manner.

When I saw his shoulders raise with tension lifted and gait restored, I probed further. 'Do you know the priest?'

'Er - yes. Tarbuck I think his name was.'

'What about Talbot - as in Talbot Church?'

Lar raised a suspicious brow, like a furtive otter arching from the swell, they were thin, brown and sleek, I'd say manicured if I did not know him better, but I suppose I did not know him well at all. His mouth began to turn and I watched him instead of speaking, trying to clear my mind in anticipation of inquest. At last he spoke in words most considered, rising to be heard over Fergus hyucking. 'Yes I suppose that sounds right. Talbot. Couldn't tell you more than that. Why are you asking if you already know? Consider that my question. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're withholding information, partner.'

'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.' What could I tell him? That I had seen a faceless priest with mucky vestments out for a midnight walk? Where did I see him? Funny you should ask, in bed. In bed? Well, yes. I was in bed, but my mind was to the church called be the peal of silent bells. No, it was best to withhold until I know more, and still all this time there was the beast out there somewhere, presumably furious at being picked second.

I was met with silence. More space came between us. Knowing Lar and Fergus would soon disappear from sight, I was forced to shout over the wind, 'Why did she move the Cairn?'

Lar shrugged again. True to his word, he could not tell me more than that. 'Winter.'

I had thought much since waking from the strange dream, about the church and lady Sizemore, about the familiar priest and the sympathetic plight implied in his step and dimmed blue eyes. I had forgotten much of the dream's stark imagery. Only this impression of the man and his spade daubed in clay burying his secrets remained. I found most curious the relocation of the cairn. Lar had not seemed confident in imparting the true reason for its transfer, that Lady Sizemore was told the house wouldn't stand another winter despite having done so two hundred years; to me, that seemed a spurious motive and something worth inquiry.

[geetrick]

70 horrible questions ask: 1-70 like.. I want to know everything... If there's more than one option i'm over asked, but you said you need distraction, so I want to help you.

Thanks, man! It's appreciated!This was fun! Also, I realized that I'm really negative and that I have very messed up dreams. Good to know.01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?Sort of. They're nice people, it's just that they're really conservative and I live in a really liberal state, so I'm constantly trying to pick out the difference between "good" and "bad" based off what they say and what everyone else says. I'm just convinced everyone is lying to me at this point.02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?This is gonna sound kinda weird (and really sad because it happened a week or so ago and I don't remember saying to anyone recently before that), but Gray. I forget what we were talking about, but, yeah. That happened (platonically).03: Do you regret anything?All of elementary school. I was just a complete idiot up until I was twelve. Now I'm just a regular idiot.04: Are you insecure?Yes.05: What is your relationship status?I have a girlfriend. The only problem is I'm really busy, so I end up ditching her a lot, so idk if she's still gonna like me in two months. :/06: How do you want to die?Quickly and painlessly.07: What did you last eat?I'm literally eating a pizza rn.08: Played any sports?I swim. That's actually why I've been so busy/inactive recently. Sorry.09: Do you bite your nails?Only when I'm stressed. So a lot.10: When was your last physical fight?I can't remember. I'm too tiny to fight.11: Do you like someone?There's my gf, and it would be kinda weird if I didn't like her.12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?Yep, it was painful.13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?You can't consider someone an enemy if you don't consider them in the first place.14: Do you miss someone?My friends. I don't see them as much as I want to.15: Have any pets?A cat. His name is Rusty!16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?I honestly don't know.17: Ever made out in the bathroom?At first I read this as "Ever made it out of the bathroom?" lol. I avoid public bathrooms like the plague.18: Are you scared of spiders?No living thing should be allowed to have more than six legs.19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?I think there's a reason we leave the past behind.20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?I've never, like, intensely kissed anyone. There's nowhere private enough and no one I've ever liked enough to do that with in public.21: What are your plans for this weekend?Sleep and try not to die.22: Do you want to have kids? How many?I'm not even gonna think that far ahead.23: Do you have piercings? How many?I don't have any at all. Like, not even the ears. I kinda want something on the eyebrow though.24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?Math and the sciences.25: Do you miss anyone from your past?Yes, mostly my grandpa...26: What are you craving right now?A hug.27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?People don't typically like me that much.28: Have you ever been cheated on?No.29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?Not as far as I know.30: What’s irritating you right now?People being people.31: Does somebody love you?I like to think that.32: What is your favourite color?Black/pink/white/gold33: Do you have trust issues?I'm convinced most people lie to me, so technically.34: Who/what was your last dream about?I dream a lot, but I barely remember them most the time. In the last one I do remember, I think I met Patrick Stump, I think he was mad at me because I (rather horrifically) murdered his family, and I think he stabbed me.Also, now that I'm remembering this, I just thought should point out that children shouldn't be able to bleed that much and small people scream very loud. (What is wrong with me?)35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?My mom.36: Do you give out second chances too easily?Textbook definition pushover.37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?Forgive, but I prefer to forget.38: Is this year the best year of your life?That was last year.39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?14.40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?No? Why would I do this?51: Favourite food?Anything with chocolate.52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?Yes.53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?Write and delete 1000 words of a Petekey fic.54: Is cheating ever okay?If you would willingly cheat, the other person deserves better.55: Are you mean?I'm an asshole if that counts.56: How many people have you fist fought?Nada.57: Do you believe in true love?I think it at least exists sometimes.58: Favourite weather?Rain. Maybe with lightning?59: Do you like the snow?Never really see it where I live.60: Do you wanna get married?Probably.61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?I think it is.62: What makes you happy?Not having to worry about anything.63: Would you change your name?I've considered it, but probably not. I like my name.64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?Not really. We get along and the kiss we kinda platonic anyway.65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?I don't really have a gender that you could be the opposite of, so I'm gonna to the opposite of my agab. Laugh, because everyone already thinks he likes me (he doesn't).66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?Same guy I mentioned above. He's a pretty chill dude and probably the gayest straight person I've ever met.67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?My dad, technically.68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?My mom. Idk how I felt about it though.69: Do you believe in soulmates?Yes. I like believing that there's a person out there that will put up with me forever.70: Is there anyone you would die for? Most of the people I consider my close friends.

[missingverse]

Missing Chapter Fourteen

Once again, I'd like to thank anyone who reviewed, especially those who did so in detail. I'm always dying to know what the regular readers think, good or bad. We're reaching the 'answers' arc of the story finally. I will still be quite busy over the Christmas period but I hope to find time to update as often as I can.

BTW, this chapter has something of an 'image song' or at least a song I listened to quite a lot when writing it. You can find it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOTgwOK7rqc

…..

The day she went missing:

There was a brief moment, a sort of drunken haze, in which she was sure that the pictures she was looking at weren't real. It was too awful, too sickening to believe it was real. It had to be some sort of hallucination. Things like this only happened in fiction or in distant news stories to kids who were far enough removed from her own existence that they might as well have been fictional too.

It was cliché to say she never thought it would happen to her, but it was true.

Her homework wasn't finished (she'd not been able to stay awake long enough to get through the entire assignment) and her ancient computer had blinked out for whatever reason, and rather than wait for it to cool off she'd taken what she could salvage on a memory stick and gone into her father's home office to print it. While there, she had clicked a numbered folder on the desktop out of idle curiosity (Bob usually named his files) and-

The reality of it took a while to sink in, and when it did a lot of things she had wondered about suddenly made sense.

The foamy drool.

The stomach pains.

Bob insisting on cooking for them every evening.

Falling asleep over her homework.

Not being able to remember going to bed.

Waking up with her clothes on backwards.

Those bruises.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to be sick. More than anything, she wanted to be as far away from Bob Pataki as humanly possible.

But there was that small shred of her more pragmatic self, that told her the evidence needed to be preserved because once Bob knew that she knew, he'd cover his tracks and put the blame back on her. Numb and with shaking hands, she copied the entire folder to the memory stick.

Then she fled the house, forgetting her socks and jacket in her haste.

…..

School was background noise.

Her thoughts swirled in an endless unhappy vortex.

How many strangers had seen those photographs? How many had contacted Bob with requests?

She just shook her head when Mrs Goldfarb called on her in class, and since she was usually such a good student Mrs Goldfarb let it go, with no more than a comment after the bell rang that she should see the school nurse.

She could give the memory stick to the police. They would arrest Bob. He'd do jail time, for certain.

Phoebe asked if she was feeling okay, but when she murmured something about just being tired, Phoebe happily changed the subject to talk about plans she had made with Gerald.

But what then? Bob was the only one keeping the household together. Miriam was getting worse all the time, she leaned on Bob like a crutch. With Bob gone she'd probably drink herself to death.

She picked at her lunch, tore holes in the bread and stabbed her straw through the milk until it was dripping from all angles.

There was Olga...but she'd be all smiles and tears and ice-cream and big sisterly concern until it hit her that she had to be responsible for someone else's life and resentment would set in hard. Olga would snap like a twig under the pressure. And that's if she even believed what she was told.

She skipped fourth period and sat in the bathroom, vomited twice. Retched until she thought every trace of the poison Bob had put in her was gone.

Someone might step in to adopt her in the aftermath. Patrick's mom, or Phoebe's. And then a previously only child would have to put up with their parent's attention cut in half. They would end up hating her, and she couldn't bear that.

She spent most of fifth period dragging her pen across her worksheet until it was nearly entirely black.

She'd be taken into foster care. She was too old, too bitter and not cute enough to be adopted and would end up in that no-man's-land between state care and adulthood. And foster carers were a mixed bag. She could end up with someone just as bad as Bob, if not worse.

At the beginning of sixth period, Arnold walked up to her desk and asked if she was okay. And despite herself, despite resigning herself long ago to the fact that it was never going to happen, she felt that familiar flutter in her chest.

“I'm fine,” she replied quickly, not even looking at him but facing another scribbled-in worksheet. “Why?”

“You look really pale,” he told her, blunt but kind. “I can take you to the nurse if you want-?”

There was that selfless compassion that had made her fall for him in the first place. She had managed not to cry all day, but hot tears pinched at the corners of her eyes now. By so little she was undone.

“The day's nearly over,” she said, slumping forward a bit and holding her head in her hand. It was a handy way of disguising her expression. “I'll be okay, I just have to get through this class.”

“Well....” he said, uncertain. “If you're sure...”

“I'm sure,” she said. “Thanks, Arnold.”

“Any time.”

And then he was gone.

…..

One thing was for certain; she wasn't going home.

Patrick was on vacation with his family, although he would have been happy to help.

She called Phoebe, but as soon as Phoebe answered the phone she couldn't find the words.

“I need to stay over tonight,” she blurted out. “Please.”

“Helga, I already told you Gerald's coming over tonight. My mom and dad are meeting him for the first time. You can stay tomorrow night if....”

“No, it has to be tonight,” Helga interrupted. “Look, something's happened....I called the police but Officer Plaskett's not there, I'm going to see him tomorrow....I have everything on a stick, I need to give it to him as soon as I can...”

Phoebe sighed, put down the phone for a moment to answer a question from her mother, and in doing so betrayed the fact that she was only half-listening.

“I really have to go,” Phoebe said. “I'll call you later, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied, and hung up, despondent.

…..

She sat on a park bench for a long time.

The cave had running water nearby but she needed paraffin for the stove and a generator to keep her phone charged. It had only ever been a short-term solution.

Even if she could afford to rent a motel room, who would rent to an unaccompanied minor?

Pocaselas was nearby, and she could take a bus. From there she could get to pretty much anywhere, and it was full of refuges. That's why so many runaways ended up there. Then again, they'd want to take her name at the refuge and she'd probably be sent straight back to Bob.

In the end, the weather forced her hand. The sun was setting fast and the street lights were coming on, and it was starting to rain. Whatever she needed to do, she could do it in the morning. She stopped at the convenience store to get a bag of chips and a soda (a pretty poor dinner but she wasn't hungry anyway. She felt like she would never be hungry again)and made her way to the mountain range on the outskirts of Hillwood.

That was the last time Helga Geraldine Pataki was seen alive.

…..

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

As skeptical as Helga sounded, Arnold noted with amusement that she was somewhat dressed up. Blue-and-white floral sundress, blue sweater, ballet pumps.

“I'm very sure,” he told her. “I need a distraction, so do you.”

Gertie was still in the hospital pending her mental faculty test results and Phil was still with her, so while they were gone school was an afterthought. The boarding house was having its needs met by Arnold just about, and since he was already skipping school he needed to keep his promise to Helga to take her out.

Especially now that he owed her so much, he couldn't imagine what might have happened to his grandmother if Helga hadn't noticed her leaving and followed her...

“I won't argue,” she shrugged. “But don't you need a break? You've been working all morning...”

“Nope,” he answered, dragging out his bike. “Now get in the basket and let's go.”

He bought one ticket, one popcorn and one soda once they were at the cinema (she hadn't shown any inclination towards eating or drinking in all this time) but once they were seated and the movie started, it felt in all respects like Arnold was a normal kid on a date with a normal girl (even with her laughing when one of the panicky peripheral characters got his head graphically chopped off). She leaned over to whisper about the bleeding neck stump looking fake and he smiled and nodded.

This...was doable.

He could take her to movies and buy her clothes. They could watch TV together in the evenings and shop for groceries. Maybe they could even plan vacations together. It was certain that he'd be staying to run the boarding house once he graduated, and she didn't seem able to move too far beyond it without fading out.

Arnold had tossed all ideas of dating out the window when his social life tanked. He didn't have time to pay the kind of attention girls his age wanted from their boyfriends, and what college-aged girl would come home every weekend just to spend time with him? But Helga was rooted there, and they enjoyed each other's company. He wanted to make her happy, and he had a feeling she felt the same way about him (why else would she do all his homework?)

She had been on his mind since she disappeared. It was only natural that he would develop feelings for her.

Just as he was letting those thoughts simmer, he felt her flinch beside him at the sound of a gunshot. He looked over at her with concern, and found she had gone rigid as a plank of wood, staring at the screen but not really seeing it.

“Helga?” he whispered, giving her a little shake.

She flinched again, blinked slowly and shook her head, rubbing at her forehead just under the star-shaped wound.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she stammered, lowering her hand. “Just had a....weird moment.”

He'd assumed the star-shaped wound was caused by her being hit in the head with something heavy, but her reaction to the sound of the gun was opening up a new possibility.

Surely if it's a gunshot wound, it would be bigger?

None of the Black Gulch Ripper's victims were shot.

…..

They went to the pier after the movie, to watch the sun set lazily as they had when they were kids. Although the gun question was still playing on Arnold's mind, it was peaceful at the pier. Seagulls squabbled over tide leavings and you could just about make out the silhouettes of dolphins in the distance.

“Do you think I'll go to heaven?”

The question surprised him so much he nearly fell into the water.

“W-what?” he blurted out.

“I said, do you think I'll go to heaven? When all this is over,” she pressed, trailing her bare feet in the water below.

“I guess,” he shrugged, still a bit perturbed. “Why wouldn't you?”

“I dunno,” she said. “I was a pretty rotten kid.”

“No, you weren't...”

“Yes, I was,” she insisted, folding her arms. “I was a bully, and I was spiteful and I could never keep my mouth shut.”

“But none of that was your fault,” Arnold told her. “I mean...you did the best you could with what you had to work with...and kids can be really crappy sometimes but they grow out of it...”

“You were never crappy,” she told him.

“I had my moments, like anyone else. Anyway, you did a lot of good...you looked after that third grader the other kids were picking on....who else would have done that?”

She hummed quietly, looking down into the water.

“What kind of God would hold stuff you did when you were a kid against you?” Arnold pondered, looking up at the sky. “Maybe if you're here because of that God, you wouldn't want any part of his heaven.”

“That's pretty deep,” she laughed, and he was glad to hear her laughter.

“I don't think you need to worry about heaven,” he said. “You don't have to go anywhere. You can stay here.”

It happened without him realizing how close he had gotten to her; he had been inching his way towards her since she said the word 'heaven.' And suddenly he was holding her gently puzzled face in his hands, and it was so warm and alive he could feel the blood pulsing through her veins and the breath from her mouth fanning across his own.

He kissed her.

In that moment, it was glorious. Her mouth opened under his, to protest or to kiss him back he didn't know, but his senses were full of her. Her scent, her taste, the life in her body...it felt like as long as he kept kissing her he could bring her fully back into reality and the last five years would just be an unpleasant memory.

But it could only last a moment.

She pulled back and pushed him away, breathing hard and flushed and never so beautiful as in the aftermath of being kissed.

“That shouldn't have happened,” she told him sternly.

“Why not?” he pressed urgently, because he wanted her face back in his hands. He wanted to feel the blood pumping under her skin again.

“I'm dead, Arnold,” she said, and to his horror tears began slipping from her eyes. “This could only end badly for you...”

“No, it doesn't have to,” he insisted, reaching for her again. “We don't have to keep looking for who took you. You can stay as you are, I'll look after you....And eventually Phoebe might be able to see you too, it won't always be just me. You can stay at the boarding house with me, it'll be okay.”

“No,” she said firmly, wiping savagely at her eyes. “There's no future for you if I let that happen. People will think you've gone crazy.”

“I don't care.”

“I care,” she insisted. “You know, when I was alive all I ever wanted....”

He didn't hear the end of that because Helga broke off with heaving sobs, and when Arnold tried to put his arms around her she pushed him away.

“This is going to end,” she said through clenched teeth. “We're going to find out who killed me and then I'm going to fade away, heaven or hell. And you can get on with the rest of your life.”

It sounded so bitterly final. Arnold wiped away the tears that were in his own eyes, and wasn't particularly surprised that when his vision cleared she had already faded away.

[fobdescribed]

[ID: a series of tweets. The first is from a user whose name and handle are censored. It reads “HARMAN @/patrickstump is gay!!! that is all”

The second two tweets are replies from Patrick Stump. The first reads, “K, enough joking; If straight is a thing that exists, then I’m straight. If I weren’t, I’d embrace that publicly.”

The second tweet reads, “I have way too many scared and confused LGBT fans who are getting bullied. I wouldn’t hide it if I were gay.”]

Wheres that really funny misguided patrick tweet where someone asked if he was gay and he was like I am Straight BUT! If i was gay i would let everyone know Immediately because i know we have So Many Gay Fans. WHO HAS THE TWEET

[ao3feed-joshler]

Experiments || Kellic

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zYGtHm

by cosmictruce

After accidentally impregnating his short time girlfriend, Kellin Quinn is sent away to a prestigious boarding school in England by his parents in a desperate attempt to turn his life around before it's too late. Kellin immediately fits in with the popular kids but his new roommate Vic is the stereotypical good boy, the complete opposite of him. However Kellin's tough guy act is slowly cracking until one day he breaks down and tells Vic everything. From that moment on it became Vic's mission to show Kellin that he isn't as bad as he thinks. Vic shows Kellin the world in a new light and shows him things that he never knew existed - sexuality being one of them. As time continues and this unlikely friendship grew stronger all Kellin wants to do is experiment. Experiment with Vic. Because what happens at boarding school, stays at boarding school right?

[I'm really bad at descriptions so you'll have to read on to see what happens but you get the idea of it being a cliche boarding school badboy x goodboy au e.g hopefully its better than what my shitty description implies!]

Words: 2222, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Pierce the Veil, All Time Low (Band), Sleeping With Sirens, Bring Me The Horizon, Twenty One Pilots, Bandom, Panic! at the Disco, PVRIS (Band), Tonight Alive, You Me At Six, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Paramore, Melanie Martinez (Musician), Halsey (Musician), Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Vic Fuentes, Kellin Quinn, Josh Dun, Tyler Joseph, Jack Barakat, Alex Gaskarth, Jenna Black, Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes, Lynn Gunn, Jenna McDougall, Josh Franceschi, Oliver Sykes, Jordan Fish, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Biersack, Juliet Simms, Mike Fuentes, Tony Perry, Sarah Orzechowski, Breezy Weekes, Hayley Williams, Taylor York, Ashley Frangipane | Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Katelynne Quinn, Danielle Victoria, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Copeland Quinn, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Taylor Jardine

Relationships: Vic Fuentes/Kellin Quinn, Vic Fuentes & Kellin Quinn, Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth, Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun & Tyler Joseph, Jenna Black/Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph, Brendon Urie/Dallon Weekes, Jenna Black/Tyler Joseph, Lynn Gunn/Jenna McDougall, Josh Franceschi/Oliver Sykes, Rian Dawson/Zack Merrick, Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz, Andy Biersack & Juliet Simms, Andy Biersack/Juliet Simms, Mike Fuentes/Tony Perry, Sarah Orzechowski/Breezy Weekes, Hayley Williams/Taylor York, Ashley Frangipane | Halsey/Melanie Martinez, Katelynne Quinn/Kellin Quinn, Vic Fuentes/Danielle Victoria, Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman, Dan Howell/Phil Lester, Frank Iero & Gerard Way

Additional Tags: badboy!kellin, mainly kellin, the other ships are side ships oops, goodboy!vic, no disrespect to anyone its just fanfiction dont kill me, might have smut idk, that one boarding school no one asked for, Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Boarding School, Phanfiction, phan is included bite me, this is some gay shit, literally only have one straight couple, kellic isnt dead fight me, kellic sails on, please vaildate me, kellin is gonna be a daddy, vic is a good boi, kellin is a bad boi, Roomates, AND THEY WERE ROOMATES, i really dont know, this is my first story on here be soft, read meee, will probably have spelling mistakes, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Ship It, otp, joshler - Freeform, top kellin, bottom vic, halsanie, Tysh, twenty one pilots - Freeform, Sleeping With Sirens - Freeform, Pierce The Veil - Freeform, bmth

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zYGtHm

[coffeesforfuckers]

I’m Sorry Every Song’s About You // Peterick

Pairing: Peterick Summary: Pete Wentz is too in love with Patrick Stump to actually say the words out loud so he just spills his guts into albums (Eight to be exact). But there's always one special song in an album that is in no way subtle in saying "I am in love with the tiny not-so-punk-man singing this song" But for a brilliant man, Patrick Stump sure is a motherfucking oblivious idiot. Word Count: 3,792

I’m sorry every songs about you.

Those words echoed in my mind, it was something Patrick never knew. Seven completed albums with songs all about him, soon it would be eight. The Fourth Of July was the most important song to me, and the date was my least favorite.

This song spilled my heart out into a crappy song. It was just like Death Valley and the one ‘special’ song from each album. Each special song wasn’t just my feeling spilling over onto a paper, they’re the story of the most important moments with him.

Let me start from the beginning.

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It all started when Patrick asked me to join the band all the way back in the summer of 2000. He said that my writings would be put to good use, and that’s when ‘ Pretty in Punk’ was brought to life.

So many kids but I only see you.

And I don't think you notice me...

That lyric was from when I first noticed Patrick when we were in Freshman year of high school. He was in some band as the drummer at the time and I was in some screamo band, obviously I was the lead.

He watched me get off the stage and the first thing I knew is he was thinking I was a prick, saying to his friend who was the singer in the band, "He stands alone because he's high on himself.”

His words were harsh and I definitely overheard them as he got on the stage.

I stood alone because I had nobody to stand next to, I mean I wasn’t the most well liked human around obviously. I was in a screamo band that played in the same old shitty basement of the same old shitty sports bar every week but I mean, he was always here with his band and he that meant he couldn’t be any better.

(Of course I’m wrong, little did I know at the time, the tiny man could play any instrument and speak any language you threw at him with his beautiful fucking face, and he also had that perfect singing voice and lungs of steel on top of it all. He was a fucking catch.)

It was July Fourth when he approached me with his proposition.

“Hey, screamo guy, Wentz is it?” He steps up to me, trying to be taller than he was. He may’ve had longer legs than me but I was still taller.

“Pete Wentz.” I say and he nods.

“Patrick Stump.” He replies. I knew that because I had not ‘ stalked’ per-say but I did my research.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I question, looking down ever-so-slightly at him.

“You play anything?”

“Like sports?” What kind of question was that?

“No dipshit, instruments. Do I look like I’d be asking about fucking sports. ” Man he was really hot. I was a slut for him.

Not really but you get it.

“Yeah, bass, guitar, little bit of piano.” I shrug, “Why?”

“You want to join my band? I need a bassist.” He says blatantly. This is the type of dream I’d been waiting for.

“Yeah! Of course! Sure.” I nod frantically, “I also write music and stuff a lot if you needed any songs.”

“Songs…? Oh! Yeah! Songs, we need lots. Like an album worth.” He nods, “Maybe you can put your writings to good use and make the songs, I’ll make the melodies.”

“Okay. Sounds good to me.”

/|\

My anxiety liked to rear it’s ugly head at the worst of times. Like the time we were getting ready for our first ever gig. I could just about vomit.

Patrick plucks at his guitar strings, not a care in the world. We weren’t close, not nearly as close as I’d hoped even after three years had passed.

“Would-... Would you mind if I sat next to you?” I speak and he looks up at me with those big blue eyes.

“I don’t mind, go ahead.” He smiles and all my worry seems to fade.

Would you mind if I sat next to you and watched you smile?

And the song was made with that lyric, it’s all I needed. Pretty in Punk. The small blue-eyed man in some stupid clothes, playing music much too heavy for his personality, the first song written for my pretty boy dressed in punk.

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Patrick was my saving grace by the end of Senior year. Everybody around here sucked. (Other than Joe and Andy, of course).

I was living off of his happiness.

You were the last good thing about this part of town.

That lyric had come and gone through my head in multiple varying ways, most too advanced or too bland. That was perfect, simple, straight to the point and not as painfully obvious as some of the other ideas I’d had.

My phone rings at three in the morning, that had been happening more often than I pleased. Always Patrick crying over the same boy.

“Pete!” He wales into the phone.

“What happened this time, boo?” I mumble half-asleep into the receiver.

“He- He said… He said that he didn’t l-... Love me! He called me a slut!” He bawls and I huff, it hurt to hear it, “He asked why I couldn’t just be- be… Happy with what-... What he already g-... Gives me!”

“Awe, Pat…” I sigh, “You need to break-up with him… He’s like poison to you, if you don’t give him up, you’ll wind up dead…” I hated listening to him cry, I just love him.

“No! I need him!” He hiccups, “I love him, Pete.” Ouch…

You need him.

I could be him…

I’m not even the slightest bit subtle.

But he’ll never catch on.

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It’s the summer of 2005, July Fourth to be exact, and I’m standing outside of the hotel we’d been staying in and Patrick is stood on the edge of the balcony in his room.

“What are you doing!? Get down! You’re going to fall!” I shout up to him.

“Good! I hope I do!” He calls.

“What the fuck are you talking about!?”

“I’m just the man on the balcony!” He sings, “Nobody will ever remember me!” He’s crying. I knew he’d been a bit off lately but not to the extent of suicide.

“Patrick! Just step back into the room! I’ll be up soon, just please! Please ! Go inside!” I pleade.

“No!” He shouts.

“Patrick! Please !” I cry out.

“Why should I!?” He’s sobbing, swaying at the edge and making me nervous. Where the fuck were Andy and Joe?

“Because! You’re the only reason I’m even alive right now!” I admit shakily, “I need you, Patrick!”

He seems shocked but he steps down and goes inside. I run up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me. Patrick is sitting on the floor in tears, I don’t say a word and just hold him, wrapping my arms around his plump body and I just sit there with him. It’s a long time before either of us say anything, hours actually.

He tells me how worthless he feels, useless, pathetic, stupid, good for nothing… Every word that comes from his mouth is untrue. My chest begs to spill all the words that come to mind when I think of him but my brain uses logic and better judgement to tell him all the things he is to everybody and not just to me. I sit and watch him as he listens to me, not believing a single word.

“Patrick, trust me, you’re perfect. You take whatever you're given and make is a million times better… That’s more than I can say, I only want what I can’t have. ”

He nods and rests his head on my shoulder, “I bet that’s not true, Pete, I know that it isn’t.”

It’s more true than he could ever realize.

And “From now on we’re enemies” was born.

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By ‘ Infinity on High ’ I was struggling to hide the fact that I was violently and painfully in love with the short lead singer that I wrote album after album about, he obviously was blind, not noticing all of those little things that were shoved into every song that I stole from our lives.

It caused a lot of tension between us, not that I was keeping secrets, he didn’t even know that I was really. It’s just that it was becoming hard for me to do anything involving him without wanting to scream my love for him from the top of my lungs.

My little fantasies becoming too strong that I ended up not even writing a full album confessing my love in some weird, fucked up way, but rather one song where I basically just shout that I love him and hope he gets it.

Yes, the other songs did have their moments where I spilled my guts into a line or two or maybe a whole verse or two but mostly they were bone dry of my emotion, saving it up for a bonus track that would barely even be heard.

I toss and turn in bed, my mind spinning from the thoughts floating through. Patrick. Just everything about him made my chest hurt and body weak. He turned me to mush just by existing.

My mind plays back the swaying of his hips, you know, the thing he does on stage where he kind of grinds his guitar. I could never tell if it was on purpose or if he was just teasing. And the leg thing he does to keep to the beat, well, that’s how it started but now it was just a thing he did because it was habit, like when a person bounces their leg while sitting or drums on things with anything they can, just a subconscious tic really.

I also think of the way he says things or when he speaks in any of those languages, especially French. The way he moans in his songs, as if it were the best sex he’d ever had.

I can’t help but to imagine here and there either, the way he moves, but on me this time, or just for me. Lips pressed close to mine.

I've loved everything about you that hurts.

I try to trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns , anything that doesn’t belong to him but it doesn't stop me from sleeping with his old shirts that he’s left here. They somehow still smell so much like him, so sweet.

And I've traced your shadows on the wall.

Now I kiss them whenever I'm down...

It’s nights like these, the ones with thoughts like those, that it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone. Nights like these I almost tell him.

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This album is the one I couldn’t pour my heart into. I was rapidly losing Patrick. He and I were unable to communicate anymore.

I can’t remember,

The good old days.

He was bitter and hostile over nothing in particular.

I was bitter and hostile over the fact that I was in love with my best friend.

My mind is a safe with all the secrets I’ve compiled into it in the past nine years of knowing him. It would feel so dirty to let it all out even if it would relieve the tension that repelled us like magnets.

If I keep it in we all get rich . If I let it all out then it ruins everything that we built.

I watch Patrick often. He’s not happy anymore. He’s not Patrick anymore. Are all the good times getting gone?

They come and go and come and go.

I missed when Patrick was a happy person, when his smile made butterflies soar within me. I miss when he’d hug me for no reason other than he just was happy. I miss when he’d get close to me, like the kind of close that’s way too close.

I just miss what he used to be.

What we used to be.

And that makes me realize, if home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked.

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In the studio on July Fourth of 2007 when everything explodes. It’s a blur in my mind. Patrick and I screaming at each other. Joe and Andy had left hours ago, their parts were done. I was trying to help.

“You fucking idiot! Look what you did! It’s gone!” He yells over a song that he had been piecing together. It was an easy fix but he was at the end of his rope and it looks like he just hung himself with it, “You can’t do anything right! Agh! This is why I hate you!” He yells and slams his fist on the mixing station.

“Fuck you, Patrick! I try so hard to fucking please you but all you do is bitch! You’re never happy with anything! No wonder everybody leaves you!” I know I was harsh but I was having a breakdown and my mind was collapsing on me, “I would fucking leave too! I would never miss you if I fucking left either!”

“Then why the fuck haven’t you!?” He cries out with his fists balled at his sides, “Just leave already foc fuck sakes!” He slams me back into a table, causing a candle that was lit to hit the floor and light an old curtain ablaze. This triggered the fire alarms and the sprinklers go off.

The fire goes out without our aid and once the sudden sense of panic leaves, Patrick begins to laugh. Not nervous, iffy laughter, but full on, head thrown back, barely able to stand, can’t catch your breath kind of laughing. And he looks so beautiful.

He looks so happy.

So good…

We are alive here in this moment.

That’s when I kiss him.

The past nine years of feelings spill out and not onto paper this time, all over Patrick himself as I slam him up against the wall and kiss him with my all. My all isn’t enough to convey the way I love him.

Nothing is enough for him.

He’s kissing me back.

‘Cause we are alive,

Here in Death Valley.

Which is where I push my love down your throat and you push your frustration out through it in the form of lying through your tongue.

But don’t take love off the table yet…

‘Cause tonight,

It’s just fire alarms and losing you...

I think it’s love, with the way you are with me, the way we are together for a while, almost a real couple, until you stop the calls and texts and the band breaks up.

/|\

That song is so special that I wrote it three years in advance. In the three years while Patrick did his thing and Joe did his and Andy did his and I didn’t do anything…

All that I ended up doing was failing in the one thing I thought I could fucking get right.

Down a bottle of pills and fall asleep.

Why was I an idiot?

Though, that incident brought me close to Patrick again, that incident brought me to the recording studio where I had to listen to Patrick blatantly sing about the night he left me high and dry after (somewhat) admitting that I was in love with him.

He still didn’t get that it meant more than nothing.

For a brilliant man, Patrick Stump sure is a motherfucking oblivious idiot.

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And finally it all brought us here. To the song where I give up hiding the little things in it and flat out say that every song is about him.

It was the fourth of July, 2013. Him and I were laying out on my roof. The sky was bright that night, the fireworks hadn’t begun quite yet.

Patrick wraps an arm around me and slides close and I look at him in shock. He smiles at me, “It’s cold.” He mumbles.

What if I kissed him?

My mind instantly jumped and I shook it away.

“Yeah it is.” I agree so he’ll stay close.

You are my favorite "what if".

You are my best "I'll never know".

We lay like this for far too long. The fireworks come and go and he’s still there. He’s still there as if he’d never left.

I said I'd never miss you...

But I guess you never know…

I just wish he knew how much it hurt for him to hold me and not feel anything. I wish he cared enough to know .

/|\

We’re in the studio, it’s July of 2015 when we finally get around to making a new album. This is when I finally get to have the only song that matters framed forever with his beautiful voice.

I’d struggled with the bridge more than I’d like to admit. But either way, I knew Patrick would make it work and it’d be beautiful (and forgotten) as always.

I sit out in the mixing booth, watching Patrick through the glass, He holds his headphones on his head with one hand, his phone in front of him with the other to read the lyrics.

“I wish I'd known the ways to word it… I wish I tried enough for you... Oh, I'm sorry every song's about you… The torture of small talk…  With someone you used to love.” He got it to sound amazing but he shakes his head, waving a hand around slightly, “No… I-... No.” He makes eye contact with me and I can tell this finally made him realize.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“It’s not that the lyrics are bad but I-... Could I try something?” He practically begs.

“Yeah, go ahead… You’re the singer, doesn’t matter to me.” And I was dismissed.

“Okay.” He steps up to the microphone again and regains his position from before.

“Whenever you’re ready.” I nod and start the track again.

“I wish I'd known how much you loved me… I wish I cared enough to know… I'm sorry every song's about you… The torture of small talk, with someone you used to love.” He gives a thumbs up and I can’t function enough to do just about anything.

Joe steps in and turns the track off and the recording.

“Is that okay? I’ve had that for a long time… It was supposed to be for my solo album but it didn’t fit.” Patrick chuckles weakly.

“Like Miss Missing You?” Andy chimes in.

“Yeah, just like that, but these lyrics meant more to me.” He stares at me as he says it. I shiver as if he’d just poured ice all over my body.

“It’s close to midnight and I’m exhausted, Patrick, please don’t do the ‘ it’s not perfect ’ thing, as always , and fucking make us stay here all night.”  Joe scolds.

“I think that’s good for tonight. You guys can leave. I’m going to stay and mend some loose ends.” He still watches me as he speaks.

“Okay, well, peace out fuckers.” Joe holds up a peace sign as he leaves the room.

“I’ve gotta go before Joe leaves me here again. Bye guys!” Andy hurries after his lover, leaving Patrick and I alone with a glass barrier between us.

He stares at me for a long time, and I stare back.

Eventually he breaks his gaze and pulls off the headphones and hangs them off the mic stand. He gingerly makes his way to the door and pushes it open, stepping into the mixing room with me.

“So…” He mumbles as he steps looks at the floor, body turned in my direction as the door clicks shut behind him.

“So…” I hum back, looking up at him from my seat.

“All those songs really are about me?” He asks, playing with his small hands.

“Well, yeah… It was pretty obvious.” I huff softly at the dumb question. Of course they were about him, who else would I write any of that about!?

“I just… I thought I was overthinking it.” He shrugs, “I never saw you as one to fall in love with someone like me, especially a boy at that.” He murmurs.

In all the years I’d known him he didn’t even know I was into boys.

“I heard a rumor…” He starts and pauses, “A really long time ago… Freshman year of high school actually… I heard a friend, of a friend, of a friend had heard that Pete Wentz was a boy who liked to kiss boys. I thought, maybe I’m not the only one. Maybe I’m not different. So I followed you around… You weren’t like any of the boys that have ever liked to kiss other boys that I’d ever seen so I thought that it couldn’t be true… But I continued to follow you and you seemed like a prick but, you were a pretty cute prick so it was okay… Then I asked you to be in my band and you always wrote songs about people, people that I assumed were not me… I… I’ve always wanted them to be about me and I’ve always wanted to kiss that boy that a friend, of a friend, of a friend told me about that also happened  to like kissing boys.” He rambles on and on but I hold onto each word as if it were going to be his last.

“And I knew that you were a boy who liked to kiss other boys that were not like me, and also were not me, so, I spilled my feelings into words on pages that barely made any sense, half hoping you’d get it and half hoping you’d never take a second glance at it.” I say, “I’m a boy, who just so happens to like kissing a boy that he’s hopelessly in love with… A boy named Patrick Stump.”

His baby-blues meet my wide-eyed browns.

And his toned pink lips meet mine.

There are no fire alarms or sprinklers or losing him.

Right now it’s just him and I, Patrick and Pete, together with our mouths connecting like the land with the sky, colliding like the moon and sun, fitting like broken halves that found each other.

We found each other, we are all of it, we are more than the songs written for each other, we are us.

Patrick and Pete.

Pete and Patrick.

No longer alone, with the songs to bind our words.

‘Til death do us part.

As a future promise.

But right now, here with my eyes closed and Patrick on top of me I realize, I never have to write a song to numb the pain again because now I don’t have to bottle it all up inside, I can just tell him.

“I love you.”

[koskela13]

SVTFOE Season 2 Finale Recap: “Wandside Attraction” and “Star and Marco vs The Future”

Damn.

I knew this season finale was gonna kill us all, but I was SO off on how it was gonna turn out.

And by the way, if you’re waiting to watch these episode at 8 PM tonight... turn back now. I just saw ‘em at 7 in the morning, and as I said in my last post, there WILL be huge spoilers here. It’s not too late to look at another post until tonight, but if you’re willing to take the chance or have already seen it...

...then here we go.

FACE THE MUSIC

Song Day is upon us, and Queen Moon Butterfly sends the new songstrel Ruberiot (voiced by Patrick Stump) to the Diaz household to write a song about Princess Star. Star, who is absolutely NOT a fan of these princess songs, tries to avoid hanging with Ruberiot until he realizes he hates those same songs, too, and they team up to write a song that really shows people who Star is. Meanwhile, Moon heads to the Forest of Certain Death trying to get some answers on where Ludo’s whereabouts might be. And who better for her to go to than his father Lord Brudo, his mother Lady Avarius, and his little brother Dennis? However, when she finds Ludo’s new lair and discovers what he’s wielding, she realizes the situation is much more serious than she could’ve imagined.

Before she can proceed with her mission, though, she, her husband King River, and the Magic High Commission along with Star and Marco attend the Song Day event, where it starts off great with Ruberiot subverting the kingdom’s expections and bringing them a rock ballad about Star being the Rebel Princess of Mewni... but then the songs gets to the part where Ludo shows up and takes Glossaryck and the Book of Spells, and the King and Queen proceed to keep retrieving the book and Glossaryck back a low-key effort, which horrifies both the Magic High Commission AND the entire Mewman audience.

But that’s not what the fandom’s gonna be talking about when they bring up the song. No, when they bring up the song, what they’re gonna really talk about-- Aside from how awesome and catchy it is. --is that it straight up reveals that Star is in fact in love with Marco Diaz, a point Ruberiot glorifies for the finale, and one that he didn’t even talk to Star about to begin with. This all leads up to the following 22-minute episode...

STARCRUSHED

And if you thought Storm the Castle or Bon Bon the Birthday Clown were the darkest this show could get, this is here to prove you completely wrong.

At the Diaz Family’s end-of-the-school-year party, Marco is still in shock as to Star’s true feelings for him, and things hadn’t really been so normal since Song Day. Of course, Star isn’t handling it much better, either. So, to avoid having an awkward conversation with him, Star calls an emergency friend meeting with Pony Head, Janna, Kelly and StarFan13 (who was there the whole time!), and they try to get Star to forget about his straining relationship with Marco by bringing her to a more dangerous bash on a rooftop, where Star finally hangs out with her other crush, Oskar Greason.

But meanwhile, on Mewni, Queen Moon and the MHC bust into Ludo’s ancient temple lair, easily dealing with the rat army, Eagle and Spider before contending with Ludo himself, who tells them that Glossaryck showed him a page of the Book of Spells (which, of course, was Queen Eclipsa’s chapter), and then suddenly he was gone. As the others leave to search for Glossaryck and the Book, Moon tells Ludo that she saw his family before coming there and pleads with him to let her help him. And as soon as you think Ludo’s gonna accept her help and listen...

...Toffee completely hijacks his body and steals her magic off-screen, turns the wand into a new, giant right hand with the crystal embedded within the palm, and easily curbstomps the others and steals THEIR magic. After being revived by Lekmet, who dies immediately after, Moon goes full-on Mewberty mode and battles Toffee, who this time around comes up the victor as the temple crumbles and Moon retreats, getting the fainted MHC to safety, but not before Toffee warns Moon that he’s coming for Star and seeking to reclaim his severed finger.

When Star and her friends come back home, Star decides to suck it up and she and Marco have a chat and agree it’s best the two remain friends. However, upon going to her room upstairs, she finds her mother there, telling her that she’s in danger and has to come back home to Mewni. Star tries to stand up and tell her she’s staying on Earth whether Moon likes it or not... until she’s told that Toffee has returned, bringing Star into a state of shock and disbelief. So she complies with her mother’s wishes, but before leaving, Star heads downstairs and tells Marco, in front of everybody in the house, that she is indeed in love with him, in a moment that every Starco shipper has been waiting the entire series for... which ends up being twisted into the biggest tearjerker in the series yet, as Star runs up to her room with Marco chasing her, but when he gets to her room, Star’s already left and her tower is dissipating from existence.

If there was one thing I was right about in my predictions for this, it was that it was gonna end in the biggest cliffhanger/downer ending yet. This hour starts fun, light and cheerful, like any normal SVTFOE episode, but then it slowly starts getting darker and darker for our cast as things keep taking a turn for the worse, from Star and Ruberiot’s princess song revealing not only Star’s crush on Marco but also the revelations that the Book and Glossaryck have been stolen, to finding out just how diabolical and dangerous Toffee really is. The entire thing is like a perfect mixture between the Holy Shit Quotient-level storytelling in Storm the Castle, where so many things have changed by the end of it all. and the way Bon Bon became increasingly more somber as the episode went on, giving us this gut-punch of a tearjerker ending that’ll have everyone asking themselves what’s next until Season 3 premieres.

Of course, it’s not all tearjerkers and nightmare fuel from beginning to end (at least, Face the Music isn’t); there are several light-hearted moments where we get not only some great laughs, like with the opening Princess Moon number, Janna scarfing down the whole popcorn bowl before zooming over to the Diaz house and the rooftop party (where Oskar somehow managed to park his car on top) but even a good deal of sweetness like Dennis’ concerns for Ludo and the surprisingly well-written conversation between Star and Oskar at said rooftop party, setting up that maybe they’ll be hanging out more when Marco and Jackie are dating. But sadly, the makers of this show don’t go that route... yet, as far as I know.

The route they do take, however, works just perfectly within the context of what this entire season’s given us: A deeper story that’s just starting to get real good, throwing twists and turns at us at every chance it gets and just when you think things are gonna be normal, dynamics change, relationships are affected forever, and we end up being left hanging for our heroes’ adventures to continue. And thankfully, like I said, there’s a Season 3 coming our way soon (albeit not soon enough), so in that upcoming season, we’ll get to see how everyone’s gonna deal with their new situations, and what fate will have in store as the plot continues to develop.

In fact, I have an idea of how Season 3 could start off that I’ll share some point after the season finale re-airs tonight, but for now, it’s time for the hiatus that’s hopefully shorter than the last one we had inbetween seasons. And when SVTFOE3 starts up, oh ho ho, boy, things are gonna get really weird and really wild then!

[awfulkisses]

So, ok, can we please all stop whining about BTS being crowded by Fans in Chile? Like seriously? It’s anoying. Let me get this clear: I, myself, am a fan of BTS. I like their music and it’s a nightly ritual of mine to watch some of their interviews every day. I would like to go to a concert of them but it’s not my main priority. However, it is for some people out there. And I get that it’s kinda exciting to know that your favourite Band is playing a concert in your country and you can’t wait to see them in person. But, as we all already know, BTS’s concert prices are really expensive. So not everybody can afford a ticket. That’s just how it is. It’s the same with every other artist around the wordl. Some can afford a ticket, some can’t. But considering that your dream is to see BTS in person, even if it’s just for a few seconds, you think of other ways to get to them. You decide to go to the airport where they’re supposed to be arriving. And then you see them, your most favourite Band in the whole world. Clearly they are tired and don’t seem too fond of you and other fans standing in front of the airport, screaming their names. But you just don’t care because the moment you saw them your brain was overwhelmed with joy, happiness and pure exitement. You can’t think straight. I totaly get that because I was also a teenage girl who was obsessed with some Boyband back in the days (does Tokio Hotel ring a bell :D) I didn’t wait for them in front of an airport or followed them to their Hotel but I was screaming when I saw them and I thought my heart would explode. Because they were my everything! I loved them to pieces, I adored them. I wanted them to know, that I exist.

Obviously I did grew out of that stage but I can kinda understand what’s happening in Chile. I’m not saying it’s ok for them to do that but I know where they are coming from. The next thing what’s bothering me is: BTS are celebrities! They should be aware and capabale of managing those kind of things because every other artist - doesn’t matter if it’s an korean or a western artist - has to deal with such fans. And I never saw so much whining about “misbehaving” Fans like I saw today.

Just for example a while ago many fans bothered Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy with fanfictions about him and Pete Wentz. Some of the Tweets were realy vulgar and even though I don’t care about such things I couldn’t stop to feel embarassed. But guess what: Patrick shut those fans down with his tweets, he stood up and said something along the lines: “Hey, I don’t like that, please stop or I’ll block you” He stood up for HIMSELF. He was bothered and decided to speak up. Since then I didn’t really saw Peterick tweets directed to Pete or Patrick again. The point is, they stood up for themselfs, they didn’t ordered some of their staff or managers to do something about it. It’s cool that BTS had a staff member who could speak spanish. That’s pretty freaking cool and also considerate. But that doesn’t change the fact that none of the boys felt obligated to deal with it himself. I think it would have helped if one of the boys went with the staff member and tried to explain the situation themself. That’s always better then ordering your staff to deal with it. I think even a tweet about their feelings in this situation would have helped. Something that would have showed those fans, that BTS recognized them and that they’re not happy about how they achieved that. Believe it or not, a personal statement from one of the affected persons would be taken more in consideration than some pleas from a staff member.

And last but not least, BTS kinda signed up for this. Some years ago they had to decide to sign the contract with BigHit or not to. Every single one of them decided to sign. And if you do that you have to take all those “if”s in consideration. If we make it big, will I be able to cope with all this fame? If we somehow get the chance to tour around the world, will I be able to understand that fans from other countrys will react differently compared to what I am used to from korean fans? If some people are bothering us, do I have the strength to stand up for myself? They are old enough - like, Jin is even older than me - they should be able to deal with that because other people can do to. Not just celebrities, I’m talking about normal people like you and me. If something or someone is bothering us we don’t have staff members around us to manage everything. We have to fight back on our own, we have to open our mouth when there are things we don’t like. For example, I work with a lot of different people everyday. Some of them are nice, some of them not so, some of them understand when you explain something, others are just plain ignorant to everything you’re saying. But I have to deal with them. I have to keep my smile on, am not allowed to let my friendly attitude slip. Or else I get fired. I don’t have a whole bunch of ARMY standing behind me and supporting every single thing I do. I have to get through everything on my own.

BTS are privileged. Sure, they worked hard to come this far and I’m not doubting that. But I refuse to treat them any better than I would every other person doing THEIR JOB. If I would start complaining about my job everybody would look me dead in the eye and say: “Then look for another job.” They wouldn’t make twitter conversations about how mean all those people are to me and that they should stop and should treat me like a human being with feelings and so on. BTS are living off our money. Face it! They are wearing clothes I would never in my life be able to afford, they get freaking spoiled on their Birthdays - this is another thing that’s bothering me. They get all this expensive stuff from their fans and where is the thank you? Thinking back when I was staning Tokio Hotel they would get flustered when fans got them chocolates for their birthdays and were always telling us not to spend that money on them. Like, it was freaking chocolate. CHOCOLATE! Not a f***ing Gucci Sweater. - they can travel the world and get so see and learn so much. Just because we are buying their albums, their merch, their concert tickets. If all the fans would vanisch from one day to another they would be nothing. Every artist, not just in the music industry, would be NOTHING without a fanbase who supports them. BTS are on their way to becoming world stars, because so many people around the world are loving what they’re doing, so many people want to support them, want to see them shine on the big stages of the world. And they are starting to do so - which I’m honestly really excited about and also a little bit proud of - but just because we let them! Just because they have our money to life from.

Also, I just saw some videos from Chile and let me say: Those fans are behaving better than most fans I met at a Tokio Hotel concert (myself included, I was a fucking wreck for them) or even the few Fall Out Boy concerts I went to. Don’t turn a mosquito into an elephant! I bet Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Adele and every other artist in the world has to deal with the same thing and I don’t see a lot complaining when they get followed or even stalked around.

I could write so much more but my english isn’t the best and I’m tired.

Please, can we leave this topic be and move on. This will happen again and again and again. Nobody can change anything about it. It is how it is.

But it would really suck should BTS decide to never tour the world again because of this. And it would be really petty of them to judge a country and it’s fans just because you had an encounter with 30-40 bad ones. That would be so small-minded, I can’t even...

[robgrayofficial]

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Taxes will become Reciprocal & a deal will be made on Intellectual Property. Great future for both countries!Many dead, including women and children, in mindless CHEMICAL attack in Syria. Area of atrocity is in lockdown and encircled by Syrian Army, making it completely inaccessible to outside world. President Putin, Russia and Iran are responsible for backing Animal Assad. Big price ... to pay. Open area immediately for medical help and verification. Another humanitarian disaster for no reason whatsoever. SICK!If President Obama had crossed his stated Red Line In The Sand, the Syrian disaster would have ended long ago! Animal Assad would have been history!Congratulations to Patrick Reed on his great and courageous MASTERS win! When Patrick had his amazing win at Doral 5 years ago, people saw his great talent, and a bright future ahead. 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President Trump on Firing Mueller after FBI Raids His Lawyer Michael CohenIf you don't rob people you won't be shot.After winning election with a super majority, Hungary's governing Fidesz party says it could push through the "Stop Soros" laws targeting civic groups and people aiding migrants already in MayPRESS BRIEFINGS, INTERVIEWS, RALLIES:Press Beating🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:How "Woke" Feminist See The WorldI decided to decorate my clear backpackObama Legacy ... KEKNo man, no woman, no commie can stump him!Tuesday, April 10th:TODAY'S ACTION:President Trump Meets with the Emir of the State of QatarPresident Trump Hosts the 2017 NCAA Football National Champions the Alabama Crimson TidePresident Trump Welcomes the Amir of the State of QatarPresident Donald J. 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Get ready Russia, because they will be coming, nice and new and “smart!” You shouldn’t be partners with a Gas Killing Animal who kills his people and enjoys it!Our relationship with Russia is worse now than it has ever been, and that includes the Cold War. There is no reason for this. Russia needs us to help with their economy, something that would be very easy to do, and we need all nations to work together. Stop the arms race?Much of the bad blood with Russia is caused by the Fake & Corrupt Russia Investigation, headed up by the all Democrat loyalists, or people that worked for Obama. Mueller is most conflicted of all (except Rosenstein who signed FISA & Comey letter). No Collusion, so they go crazy!Speaker Paul Ryan is a truly good man, and while he will not be seeking re-election, he will leave a legacy of achievement that nobody can question. We are with you Paul!The @WhiteHouse is partnering with @Interior and @NatlParkService to bring the @NSCsafety's “Prescribed to Death” Opioid Memorial to the Ellipse - beginning tomorrow, April 12th to April 18th. More information: http://bit.ly/2HqDAWr …(Retweeting the Department of State) .@POTUS Trump at Signing of #FOSTA #SESTA bill: We are going to do everything in our power to make sure traffickers are brought to a swift and firm justice…When we work together, we can bring safety and hope to every community across the country. #EndTrafficking“Trump just took a giant step towards actual welfare reform”Honored to have Republican Congressional Leadership join me at the @WhiteHouse this evening. Lots to discuss as we continue MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!Big show tonight on @seanhannity! 9:00 P.M. on @FoxNewsSIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:Breaking news on Fox Business: Speaker Ryan WILL NOT run for reelection. Self deporting from the swamp. Adios!Ho Lee F%%% GEOTUS just signed a Presidential order requiring able-bodied adults on food stamps to work, train or volunteer for at least 20 hours per week. (result = will be 75% drop in food stampers that have been milking the system since Obummers welfare waivers)This is the cycle of fake news. Does CNN even wonder why nobody pays any attention to them anymore?I had a discussion with a meme yesterdayRand Paul: FBI's Strzok, Page still have security clearanceOUT! OUT! OUT!PRESS BRIEFINGS, INTERVIEWS, RALLIES:Press Beating🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:Disturbingly good memeHEY ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS: This number 1 post on Reddit today proves you are FULL OF SHITLiberals are losing their minds over a picture of a fit, young and beautiful Trump supporter exercising her second amendment rights. Post this pic as much as possible to trigger them!the left vs the rightNothing is guaranteed to trigger like the truth #LiberalPrivilegeThursday, April 12th:TODAY'S ACTION:President Trump Meets with Governors and Members of CongressPresident Trump Gives Remarks on Tax Cuts for American WorkersPresident Donald J. Trump Proclaims April 14, 2018, as Pan American Day and April 8 through April 14, 2018, as Pan American WeekJust Steps from the White House, a Memorial to Victims of America’s Drug CrisisPresident Donald J. Trump Approves Kentucky Disaster DeclarationPresidential Memorandum for the Administrator of the Environmental Protection AgencyTwenty-Nine Nominations Sent to the Senate TodayPresident Donald J. Trump Announces Intent to Nominate and Designate Personnel to Key Administration PostsExecutive Order on the Task Force on the United States Postal SystemPresident Donald J. Trump Signs H.R. 4547 and S. 772 into LawPhotos of the WeekText of a Letter from the President to the Speaker of the House of Representatives🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:If I wanted to fire Robert Mueller in December, as reported by the Failing New York Times, I would have fired him. Just more Fake News from a biased newspaper!California Governor Jerry Brown is doing the right thing and sending the National Guard to the Border. Thank you Jerry, good move for the safety of our Country!Never said when an attack on Syria would take place. Could be very soon or not so soon at all! In any event, the United States, under my Administration, has done a great job of ridding the region of ISIS. Where is our “Thank you America?”Good luck to Mike Pompeo during his Confirmation Hearing today. He will be a great Secretary of State!On Yom HaShoah we remember the six million Jews slaughtered in the Holocaust. With each passing year, our duty to remember this atrocity increases as we pledge #NeverAgain. #HolocaustRemembranceDayI have agreed with the historically cooperative, disciplined approach that we have engaged in with Robert Mueller (Unlike the Clintons!). I have full confidence in Ty Cobb, my Special Counsel, and have been fully advised throughout each phase of this process.Just had an Agricultural Roundtable with memembers of Congress and Governors. I will be making remarks on the large scale TAX CUTS given to American families and workers at 1:45 P.M. from the Rose Garden. Join me live: http://bit.ly/2vbRFlS you to all of the American workers who travelled here today! This event is dedicated to YOU: the hardworking Americans who make this nation run. You love your country, you provide for your family, you have PRIDE in your work and you cherish our GREAT AMERICAN FLAG! #TaxCutsAmerica’s greatest treasure is our people – and my Administration HEARS YOUR VOICE and HAS YOUR BACK. We are fighting to give every American a future of dignity, purpose and pride. AMERICAN SPIRIT is back! #TaxCutsWould only join TPP if the deal were substantially better than the deal offered to Pres. Obama. We already have BILATERAL deals with six of the eleven nations in TPP, and are working to make a deal with the biggest of those nations, Japan, who has hit us hard on trade for years!SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:Backpage.com pleads guilty to human trafficking in TexasTexas Army National Guardsmen Protecting Our Border!3 More California Cities Vote to Opt Out of State's Sanctuary LawI'm probably going to hell for this but the unborn children of America will vouch for me.🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:For those who didn't see it, Reddit's T_D user sandbag broke yesterday, and for a brief time there were 125-135k active users yesterday. I made this gif for Sp3zWhen I get frustrated at the Deep State, I think about the slings and arrows that President Trump is taking. Several times I have sent him e-mails of support, thanking him for his service and encouraging him to keep on fighting. Last night I got a response!Just Muslim ThingsGot me laughing this morning when I went on YouTubeFriday, April 13th:TODAY'S ACTION:Weekly AddressPresident Trump Delivers an Address to the Nation🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:Tremendous pressure is building, like never before, for the Border Wall and an end to crime cradling Sanctuary Cities. Started the Wall in San Diego, where the people were pushing really hard to get it. They will soon be protected!James Comey is a proven LEAKER & LIAR. Virtually everyone in Washington thought he should be fired for the terrible job he did-until he was, in fact, fired. He leaked CLASSIFIED information, for which he should be prosecuted. He lied to Congress under OATH. He is a weak and ... ....untruthful slime ball who was, as time has proven, a terrible Director of the FBI. His handling of the Crooked Hillary Clinton case, and the events surrounding it, will go down as one of the worst “botch jobs” of history. It was my great honor to fire James Comey!We are bringing back our factories, we are bringing back our jobs, and we are bringing back those four beautiful words: MADE IN THE USA!DOJ just issued the McCabe report - which is a total disaster. He LIED! LIED! LIED! McCabe was totally controlled by Comey - McCabe is Comey!! No collusion, all made up by this den of thieves and lowlifes![President Trump Addresses The Nation]SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:BREAKING: OIG's report on McCabe released to Congress - READ IT"I come in peace. I didn’t bring artillery. But I’m pleading with you, with tears in my eyes: If you fuck with me, I’ll kill you all."This tweet from VP Pence cut straight into my heart. Miss you dad😔I live in America!!!PRESS BRIEFINGS, INTERVIEWS, RALLIES:Press Beating🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:Hillary giving birth to James Comey.OMG REDPILL INCOMING!!! THEY’VE TURNED ON COMEY!When you wake up at the ass crack of dawn and see Trump is already calling Comey an untruthful slime ballBecause he was not supposed to winCashed out at $600M to a life of luxury. He won the Social Media war in the end.Saturday, April 14th:🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:A perfectly executed strike last night. Thank you to France and the United Kingdom for their wisdom and the power of their fine Military. Could not have had a better result. Mission Accomplished!So proud of our great Military which will soon be, after the spending of billions of fully approved dollars, the finest that our Country has ever had. There won’t be anything, or anyone, even close!SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:Pentagon BriefingReminder: two complete archives of Hillary’s emails were never given to the FBI because they were “lost on the mail.” Sure.Dersh on Comey's Book: "Gossipy, revenge-motivated, make-money, get-even, hurt-your-political-opponent... Worst possible book, at the worst possible time, for the worst possible reasons... Scandalous and shameful. I am so disappointed in him..."HAIL TO THE CHIEF! ~ NO CIVILIAN FATALITIES, ONLY 3 HURT, TARGETED CHEMICAL RESEARCH FACILITIES TOTALLY DESTROYED ~ MAGA🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:Weapons arsenal discovered in UK homeLondonistan 2018Why Facebook isn't seeing growth in some Arabic countries...MRW I woke up this morning to see Marijuana reform, rosenstein peach mints, and Lord Mattis delivering god’s hammer. HEY CUCKS:WEEEEEEEW LAD!Without further ado, some tunes to get you jamming through all this WINNING!EverydayMake Her SayRoyaltyErase MePlanezJust What I AmMAGA ON PATRIOTS! #robgray