October 25, 2008No one's hell but you're own, right?It's true. It doesn't bring you to the burning, screaming realms of Hell, itself, but YOUR own hell. The place you can't escape unless you take a pill. It lasts a few minutes, hours. But it always brings you back, right? Your hell is a place you could never imagine being. For some, it's just a dark room. A dark empty room with no one there and you're left in there to suffer from things in your mind. Things that burn with you for the rest of your life. For others, it's a plain blank white room. With no one, nothing. Just you. You feel empty. You feel weak. You don't have anything in that room except for yourself. And you still suffer with nothing. Because we all need something in our lives. Wiether it's a boyfreind, girlfreind, money, wife, husband, knowlege, career. We ALL need that special something otherwise, we're all empty.
But what if you have something and it goes? Then what are we left with, then? Are we left in that room again? Or do we go throught of stages of Denial and so forth.
What is the cure for it?
Tell me, I'd love to know.
Posted on 10/25/2008 1:22 PM Comments (1)
October 9, 2008I'm leaving.I'm thinking of leaving this place for a while, just so I can sit my head around things.
I'll still like, check the forums. But, I don't think I'll reply.
R
xoxoxo
Posted on 10/09/2008 9:59 AM Comments (2)
I'm leaving.I'm thinking of leaving this place for a while, just so I can sit my head around things.
I'll still like, check the forums. But, I don't think I'll reply.
R
xoxoxo
Posted on 10/09/2008 9:59 AM Comments (1)
August 11, 2008A good poem I think you read. (All done by my best mate Pip ^_^)Once abandoned by the ones you love
Posted on 08/11/2008 11:02 AM Comments (0)
July 30, 2008Help me...I don't know what to do anymore.
I've been with him for quite a while. I fucking love him more than anything in my whole life.
I feel a connection. I do.
But is it strong enough?
Does he love me as much? He tells me.
But is it true? My mind is so fucked up.
Someone help.
Posted on 07/30/2008 12:58 PM Comments (6)
May 16, 2008Revolve Around Me...(Part 2) Love SickRose’s POV I was literally running to the Record Label office to get to the meeting. I was already like, 20 minutes late because I missed the fucking bus so I had to walk which really pissed me off and it’s raining like hell and I left my coat at home so right now I look like I’ve come back from some wet t-shirt competition. My hair is all over the place thanks to the wind and now the topping to a perfect morning like mine is not being able to find your cell. Nice… I ran in the building as fast as I could. I must have pushed past so many people but I couldn’t give a shit right now. I couldn’t be bothered waiting for the elevator so I ran my ass up the stairs and ran to the meeting room. “Rose, what the fuckin’ fuck girl?!” I heard Kim shout. I looked up and saw everyone’s face on me. I didn’t look that bad…did I? “Well, seeing from you guys faces I got some explaining to do…” Then I started. “Basically. I’m late ‘cause I missed the bus and I had to walk or wait another hour for another bus. Then it started to rain and I didn’t have a coat which explains why my t-shirt is see-through. Then the wind blew and my hair got caught in it so it looks like I have sex hair. Then I lost my cell and now we have me standing here telling you guys.” “…Okay….whatever…lets do this meeting thing then…” Kim said and I just sat down. “Well, basically, we were visiting Eyeball last week and we heard some of your stuff.” I heard Gerard say. “And we love it. So…we’re touring around the U.S for the first time and as you know we were hoping you guys would be our supporting act,” “These are all the dates of the tour and all the other shit. Like where we are going. We will get Reprise to provide stuff like, the bus and what not.” Brian told me and Kim. “You’ll be leaving around late January, late February so you’ll have a 4 month break to get prepared.” I didn’t pay attention after that. I don’t know. I was just lost in my thoughts I guess. It happens to me a lot. I just think about stuff like, Stuart. My life. My career. I mean, I’m going somewhere with my life. For once… The meeting wrapped up pretty quickly and I walked out to the bus stop. I just put my Ipod on shuffle and see what life wants me to listen to for today. “And I'm not running any more. I listened to that song throughout the bus journey until I reached the stop outside my house. I noticed the car outside so I’m guessing Stuart is home luckily. I’ve always loved him being home before me. I walked in the house and put my bag on the rack. I heard noises coming from somewhere so I walked towards where I saw Stuart and I felt all my feelings for him renew. I sat in front of him and pulled him into a deep kiss, pulling him closer to me. I felt our tongues dance in each others mouth then we both pulled away. “You seem happy to see me.” He said to me, with his arms wrapped around my waist. “As always.” I smiled and kissed him again, leaning back on his chest and found myself lost in his eyes. I sat there with Stuart for about an hour. Just staring at him, giving each other frequent kisses. I loved these moments we would have. Just us two laying here. Loving each other. I looked up and saw Stuart asleep. Then after a while…I felt myself dozing off myself…
(A/N: Helloo readers. This is short. Yes. But it's midnight, I have a sore throat and I need sleep. So enjoy)
Posted on 05/16/2008 4:04 PM Comments (2)
May 3, 2008Revolve Around Me...(Part 1)(Hello readers! This is a new fan-fic I've just been working on. Just to warn you, this will contain Frerard, Boysex, Femmislash scenes.)
Rose’s POV I woke up from my bed and felt cold sheets beside me. Stuart must be up or he didn’t get home last night from the gig. That was fucking mental. I think the only thing I can remember was performing with the guys and some pictures from the party afterwards. It’s all still a fucking blur. But at least someone got my ass home last night, probably my boyfriend, one of the guys or my sister. I got up and walked my ass to the bathroom and managed to reach the sink and I looked in the mirror. All I saw was the usual fucked up, rough, hung-over me as always. I’ve always liked a drink, but now, it seems like I need it always. I’m not an alcoholic or nothing, just like my drink. After washing my face and barfing up a little I made myself walk in the kitchen and what do ya know? Coffee! Just what I fuckin’ need right now! I poured the coffee in a mug and sat down at the table. My sight was still blurry and my head fuckin’ hurts like hell. But that’s what I have to pay for I guess. Then I heard the door shut and footsteps getting closer…closer…and closer… Fuck! I’m too fuckin’ hung over for people breaking in right now! I walked, well more tumbled to the front door to see who the fuck is in my house right now and no one was there. Am I still drunk or something? “You managed to wake up then?” I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around to see my boyfriend. Stuart. I’ve been with him for like 2 years now. But every time I hear him, see him or feel him touching me sends me chills! But I didn’t feel like that right now. Blame hangovers. “Yeah, what the hell is in the bag?” I asked him noticing the white carrier bag which was pretty big. What the fuck is that!? “Well…these…” He said to me and gave me a pack of aspirins. I smiled then took three and swallowed them whole. “And I went to get food. We do need to eat ya know?” I just nodded and watched him walk to the kitchen and I felt the chills coming to me again. I knew it was Stuart doing this to me as he always does. *Time lapse- I layed there on Stuarts lap and watched One Hour Photo. But I didn’t really watch it. I was just staring in my boyfriend eyes. I love his eyes; they just make me forget about everything that’s around me. But I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the phone ring. I ignored it and leaned into Stuart, pulling him into a deep kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I flung my arms around his neck. But the phones wouldn’t stop ringing. So I pulled away from the kiss and answered. “What the fuck do you want then?” I answered pretty rudely. I was just pissed off at this guy calling me while I was spending quality time with my boyfriend. “Rose, its Kim you shit!” I heard Kim’s laugh. I smiled. We’ve been friends since Iunno, the 5th Grade? But she’s my manager, guitarist and back up singer in our band too which just makes it rock even more. “Yeah Kim, what’s so goddamn important?” I asked her since she doesn’t call my house number unless something is up. “Well…I was at eyeball the other day and spoke to this band’s manager Brian? And you are going on tour!” “Oh great!” I told her sarcastically. I just got back from tour. I really didn’t want to go and leap around the whole of “Okay? Who would we have to support?” “My Chemical Romance I think.” She told me. I kinda froze. They just signed on to Warner Bro’s from the same label I’m on!! I wanted to scream! “Kim, am I hearing right? This better not be one of your fucking jokes!” “No dude! I’m serious! The guys heard some of our stuff and they asked if we were willing to tour with them!” She shouted down the phone. “Kim, you better of fuckin’ said yes!” I screamed at her. “What the fuck do you think!? Anyway, you’re gonna tour around the Then she hung up. “Another tour?” Stuart sighed. I felt really shitty. We’ve hardly spent anytime together since I was signed to Eyeball. I was always doing gigs. But I’ll make sure he comes with me this time. “Yeah, and this time you’re gonna be coming with me okay?” I told him. He smiled. Then I sat back down in Stuarts lap. I went to the side and put my feet on the couch, resting back. We sat there for a lil while then I found myself drifting to sleep.
Posted on 05/03/2008 3:20 PM Comments (6)
April 30, 2008Should I just go and die?This has got me thinking. I have no real freinds and all of the freinds I thought I had well, they aren't no true freinds are they? Nearly everyone I know think I'm a whore and I don't even know why. None of my family care about what I do. I could be dead for all they know and well, they just don't care.
I wonder, maybe things would be better for everyone if I was never born? I mean, people are telling me to go die.
People only seem to wanna be my freind because they either want something off me or wanna find out someting.
Some nice like I have huh?
Posted on 04/30/2008 1:19 PM Comments (21)
April 29, 2008Do this for me please!
Posted on 04/29/2008 7:27 AM Comments (1)
April 26, 2008What I'm Dying To Say Is That I'm Crazy For You..(Part 6)Misfits...Frank’s POV
I kept walking. I just kept walking away from the party, from Mikey, from my friends but most importantly, from Gerard. So many things where rushing in my head right now. The fact Gerard’s fucking boyfriend beat the shit outta me… Gerard kissed me… Gerard fucking Way kissed me. … I kissed him back… I walked until I didn’t know where I was. My cell phone had no fucking signal so it was no use. I looked around just to see an empty street what was actually quite terrifying so I blocked out all the scary thoughts I had and just kept walking the cold streets till I found a market. It was closed though, but the lights where on so I figured someone would be in checking stocks and stuff and hopefully I could use a phone or something to call my mom or Mikey. ‘Cause being on the streets at 1am in New Jersey? Not good... I started to run to the store and got to the door. I opened it and walked in the store looking for the office so I could find the manager but I started to hear voices so I walked in that direction. Something about me being here didn’t feel right. But fuck it. It’s the only way I can probably get home from here. Gerard’s POV “Oh! So the little bitch’s name is Frankie!!” Jake screamed out as he pushed himself into me more and all I could do is let out a cry. No one at the party could help me. They are all to shit scared of Jake and since I’m “Jakes bitch”, they won’t help. But I needed to get myself out of here. Away from this party, away from Jake, away from this person I have become. I need to get away from this for myself, For Mikey, for all my friends. For Frank… “Say you love me you lil whore! Say it to me!!” I heard Jake shout in my ear as he grabbed me by the hair. I was in enough pain already… “N...No!” was all I managed to stutter out as I felt a hand hit my cheek. I was too weak. The drugs were still in me, I had Jake inside of me. All I want is for someone to come in here and get me away… But that will never happen… Mikey’s POV Now… what the fuck was all that about?! I know Jake is a complete asshole and I don’t know what the fuck Gerard sees in a waste of fucking space like him. But how could he do that to Frank? He hasn’t even met him! Man…if I only I could do something. But what can I do really? I mean, I’m a fucking twig! I just sat here with a beer in my hand, watching the blank TV screen thinking but the only thoughts I had was about Frank. I was worried about him. I know. He’s probably gone home or something but I needed to see him I mean, he’s my best friend for Christ’s sake and he seemed really upset. I mean, who wouldn’t be when a fucking guy you don’t even know beats the shit outta you for no fucking reason! “Mikey, man are you okay?” Syn asked and sat on the couch with me. “Yeah I’m fine man. It’s just...” I sighed. “It’s just what happened with Frank. I’m worried about him.” “Well, he is your best friend. Have you called him?” He asked and gave me his phone. I punched in his number. “Hey! Well, I’m probably busy jerking off right now so…can’t really come to the phone. But I’ll call ya back if ya leave me a message!” I heard his voice mail. “Went straight to voice mail” I told Syn and gave him back his cell. I sighed. I needed to talk to him. I needed to make sure he was okay. Fuck why did Jake have to be here? Why did my stupid brother have to her involved with a jerk like that? Why couldn’t he just be like the brother I used to have? Life was so much simpler then. He was at school, he cared about life, me and him were a lot closer and he was always the one looking out for me. Now I’m the one looking out for him. Making sure he would get home. Getting him out of jail when he would get arrested for being too drunk and disorderly and shit like that. “Mikey, if you want I can take you to Frank’s. See if he got home okay” Syn told me snapping out of my thought. “No, its okay. You gotta make sure your house doesn’t get trashed out.” I told him. And plus, he looked too drunk to drive. “Well, okay. See ya Monday then?” “Yeah Monday. See ya Brian.” I told him grabbing my car keys and coat and walked out to the car. Frank’s POV I kept walking to these voices I heard and found myself in this meat freezer. These voices got more and more stronger now. And these voices I heard didn’t sound good. I saw these 2 guys standing up with guns in their hands and a little skinny dude sittin’ in a chair and looked like he had the living shit kicked outta him. He had bruises and cuts all over his face. I then realised I needed to get the fuck outta here. I silently ran to the door trying to open it but it wouldn’t move. Fuck! I’m locked in here and I could get myself fucking killed! I think maybe if I be really quiet, they’ll go and open the door so I can get myself the hell outta here and get home. “So….where the fuck is my money Luigi?!!” I heard one of the guys scream and I saw the guy hit the dude sittin’ on the chair with his gun. I started to feel really sick being around all this meat. I’m a vegetarian see. And the smell and look of being around all this dead animal was horrible. But it was either this or be killed. So I just held my stomach and kept quiet. “Tony…I…I promise I’ll pay ya back! Thing have been tight! Please…don’t kill me!” This guy Luigi was crying and begging for his life. I felt for him. Then I saw this Tony guy put a gun to Luigi’s head. And….BANG!! All I saw was Luigi’s brains splattered everywhere. I was so fucking scared. I felt my heart racing and I was shaking. I just wanted to go home now. I didn’t care who took me home. I just wanted to go home. The two guys walked away out the back outside and I was still. I couldn’t physically move. I looked at the guy’s body. There was blood everywhere. Flesh. I wanted to throw up. But I heard a car going further and further away and I ran outside from where those men walked out. I felt dizzy nauseous, sick, everything bad I could feel I felt. I felt my blood wounds on my face dry up. Then I found myself puking. Then I blacked out completely on the cold wet concrete… Mikey’s POV I drove and drove until I found Frank’s house. I haven’t been to his house that much. He’s mostly been at my house but it’s understandable since his parents don’t accept who he is which is fucked up. I don’t understand why. Just because he’s gay doesn’t make Frank any less of their son! It’s who he is. And his parents are so fucked they just can’t accept that. I got out the car and walked up to his front door. The lights were on thankfully. So Frank must be here so I rang the bell. Some woman walked out. She didn’t look old. Just aged. “Umm…may I help you boy?” She asked me. “Yeah… I’m looking for Frank. Is he here?” I asked trying to sound polite. This felt kinda awkward. “Sorry, he’s not here. He’s at a party…” “Yeah, that’s the reason I’m here. There was a fight and Frank left and I thought he came here since he just left.” I told her the truth. So I’m guessing this is Frank’s mom. “Well, he hasn’t been home.” She didn’t sound like she cared much about her son. I mean, I sure if any mother found out their son just left a party after he was beaten up they would at least asked if he was okay! “Oh…okay. Bye.” I told her and walked away back to the car and drove off. I drove until I found myself on this dead street. I didn’t see anyone, no cars, or nothing but seeing as it’s like 2am. I got out the car and locked it shut and tried calling him again…and magic! I got through… “If I cut off your arms, and cut off your legs. Will you still love me? Anyway?” Misfits. FUCK! I spotted Frank out cold. Holy shit! I put my cell in my pocket and took an attempt to carry Frank in the car. Luckily my arms could carry him and I put him on the back seat of the car and got in and drove off. I drove and drove for like a mile till I found a hospital. Looked like a private hospital. But fuck it. He needs help! I stopped outside the door were it said A&E, got out and grabbed Frank. Then I realised he was covered in puke but I didn’t care. I picked him up and carried him into the doors and screamed out “HELP!” then I saw like, 6 doctors come by me. They took Frank away then took me into a room and gave me a shirt since I was covered in puke from Frank. I changed then was escorted to the waiting room and these two officers spoke to me. “Sir, we need to ask you a few questions okay?” The first guy told me and sat on the chair. I nodded and looked at the wall. “What’s yours and the boy’s name?” “I’m Mikey Way, and the boy is my friend Frank.” I told them. “Frank?” “Sorry, Frank Iero.” I said. “And would you mind telling me what happened son?” He said looking at me with a questioning look. What did he think I did this!? “Well, we were at our friend’s party and there was a fight.” I told them and they were both writing this down. “And Frank was badly beaten up so that explains the cuts and bruises. Then he left the party. And I went looking for him and I called his cell phone. And I found him out cold on this dead street.” They wrote everything down on their notepads. I told them everything from what I know. I didn’t mention any names of course. ‘Cause I knew that if the school found out that Brian invited kids from our school to his party, he could lose his job and I didn’t want him to get into trouble. I sat there. Gazing at the window I saw Frank in. The only thing I had on my mind was Frank. I was so scared. He might have died out there and I felt it would have been all my fault. “Mr Mikey Way?” I heard some guy’s voice and I turned around. “Yeah, is Frank okay?” “He’s okay for now. We’re keeping him in overnight just to give him the all clear.” The doc told me. “Can I see him?” “I’m afraid we can’t let you since you’re not family.” He told me trying to be understanding. “But I’m his best friend! Please! His family don’t care!” I was getting really stressed out at this stage. All I wanted was to make sure he was okay. “Well…fine okay. But if anyone asks, you’re his brother okay?” “Fine. What ever. What doc are you anyway?” I asked him. “I’m doctor Euringer.” He told me. Then I walked to Frank. I walked in the room and saw Frank. He was pale. He had stitches in his cheek and face and bruises on his cheeks. I just sat there by his side. (A/n: I'm so so so so so sorry I took sooo long to update! My internet went totally shit! Next update should be as soon as! I promise!)
Posted on 04/26/2008 9:02 AM Comments (2)
April 13, 2008Please read this. Please?Okay, so I'm going through all my bulletins and I stumble across this one about this fucker so-called "Artist" who thinks that taking a homeless dog, letting the poor dog think that he's gonna be taken in by this guy and loved, tieing it to a rope in an art gallery, starving it, and letting people look and laugh at his suffering.
What kind of fucking monster would do that? That's sick!! And calling it "Art"?! Thats nothing but cruelty to a poor animal!!
Just look at what this pictures!:
Can someone explain to me how this is art?
It's just cruel!!!!!
Posted on 04/13/2008 12:40 PM Comments (11)
April 10, 2008I Love You.......You are always the person who puts a smile on my face when I'm down. You are always the person who gives me that warm feeling when I hear or talk to you. You are always the one who cares if I'm hurt or sad. You are always the one who will never get mad at me. You are the only person who cared. The only person who shares the same amount of love .I hope.. You are the only person I can trust with my life The only person who will tell me you love me. No matter what. The only person who wants me as a person. The only person I can share my feelings with. And there is only this one thing I can say to you.... I Love You... And you mean everything to me. You've won my heart. :)
(Bet you can guess who I wrote this for....)
Posted on 04/10/2008 1:56 PM Comments (6)
April 5, 2008What I'm Dying To Say Is That I'm Crazy For You...(Part 5)Where Do We Go From Here"What do you want, Gerard?" I asked, looking him dead in the eye.
After a few seconds of staring at each other, Gerard replied to my question. "This." He said. Frank's P.O.V. The next thing I knew, Gerard was passionately pressing his lips against mines. I didn't kiss back at first, but then I realized what was happening, and pulled him closer, my hand reaching up and entwining with his black hair. We stood like this for a few minutes, kissing ferociously on the sidewalk. Remembering where we were, I pushed him away, blushing and looking to the ground. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Frank, I don't know what came over me..shit.." Gerard said, breaking the awkward silence that had filled us. "No um..Its..wow, um its OK.." I replied, scratching my neck. What the fuck else was I supposed to do? He just kissed me. I was in a complete state of fucking shock for Christ's sake!! "OK.." He muttered, letting the silence take over us again. "I should go.." I said, quietly as I turned on my heel. "No wait!" He yelled, grabbing onto my arm and spinning me around. "What, Gerard?" I said irritatedly. All I wanted to do was go home and lay in bed. "You cant lea-" "Yes, I can." I cut across him, "I'm not goin' back there to get beat up by your boyfriend again, screw that." I added, emphasizing the word "boyfriend". "I know..but-" Gerard started, getting cut off by me once more. "No. No "But"'s, you have a boyfriend, Gerard, what the fuck do you expect? You can't just go around kissing people and toying with their emotions. Now If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home now." I snapped, turning and running down the street, leaving Gerard standing shocked on the sidewalk. Gerard's P.O.V. He finished yelling at me before running away, leaving me alone there on the street. After a few minutes, I made my way back to the house, still not able to get over what I had just done. I just kissed Frank. I just Kissed Frank. Frank was just Kissed by Me. But more importantly. He Kissed Back. At least I knew now that he must have felt something. Even if it was just for a moment, there was something there that neither of us could deny. Having thought this cheered me up, so I walked back into the house with a slight spring in my step. As I bounded into the sitting room and grabbed another beer, I felt someone come up behind me and hug me. "Hey dollface." Jake said, spinning me round. "Hey.." I replied, a little less enthusiastically as I normally do. "Whadya say we go upstairs and finish what was interupted earlier, huh?" He offered, looking at me with that stupid little smirk of his on his face. "I'm not really in the mood." I answered, sitting down with my beer. "What do you mean, you're 'not in the mood'? You're always in the mood, you little bitch." He snapped, looking at me with evil eyes. "Fuck you asshole, I'm not your sex doll." I hollered back. "Oh yeah?" He sneered, grabbing me by the front of my shirt and picking me up, "I'll show you a fucking sex doll." Pulling me by my shirt, he dragged me upstairs, no matter how much I fought, I just couldn't overpower him. Throwing me into one of the rooms, he locked the door behind us. The way he threw me I landed on the bed. I cowerred away from him but he still got me, pulling my pants off as fast as he could, before dropping his own and flipping me over. "No, please, stop, think about this!!" I screamed, tears now flowing freely down my face as he forced himself into me. I felt so disgusted, betrayed by him. I may not love him, but I sure trusted him. His pounding got harder, and I got weaker. I could feel myself about to pass out, and the last thing I remember saying was; "Frankie..."
Posted on 04/05/2008 10:32 AM Comments (5)
April 3, 2008What I'm Dying To Say Is That I'm Crazy For You....(Part 4)I Felt Like Me....Gerard’s POV
I was sitting in the back yard with my 4th beer in my hand. Fuck, I’ve only been where a half hour and I’m already on my 4th fucking beer. This shit is weak anyway or maybe my body just doesn’t react to this shit anymore. I needed something stronger. I needed pills… I went inside in search for drugs. I knew at least one person would have some, I mean, come on; it’s a fuckin’ party for Christ sake! On my way I saw Frank and Mikey with a bunch of other kids. I just left em. It’s not like they were gonna have some, especially what I need anyway. And plus, Mikey wouldn’t put up with it the fucking little fag. I walked up some random staircase since there was like, 10 or something. This kid must have won the lottery or something, this house is huge! But ohwell. I don’t want to admire how rich this kid is and start thinking shit of ‘how I want a house this big’. I want drugs. Good drugs with no strings attached. I carried on walking up the stairs and down the hallway. I saw a few dealers up here, but they only had shit like, pot or E. Pussy shit. Fuck why the fuck can’t I find some good fucking pills in this stupid house? This is just fuckin’ stupid!! I’m at some stupid kid party with weak shit they call beer and shitty drugs! I feel like I’m gonna run around this house and scream!! But then I stopped. I felt two hands on my ass and smelt cigarettes and shit. Jake. What the fuck is he doing here? Ohwell, he will have what I need… I hope… He didn’t even say anything, he just turned me so I faced him and took out a little brown med bottle, taking out 2 yellow pills and placed them into my mouth. I didn’t say or do anything either. Just let him put the drugs in my mouth and I just swallowed them down. Then he did what I thought he was going to do. He pushed in to the room next to me and pushed me onto the bed. I didn’t react. Otherwise I would just get fucked up and I didn’t want to get rushed outta here and Mikey down my throat so I just let Jake do this to this shit to me and keep quiet about it. That way I get my drugs and I’m happy. He pinned me down onto the bed, stripped at my bottom half stripped off. I could see at the corner of my eye he had trouble with his pants. But it’s not like I could get away anyway, he had his fucking knees on my legs. But then he managed to get his zipper undone. Then I felt the pills kick in. I was in a daze, oblivious to my surroundings. I felt like me… Franks POV I sat here listening to Mikey and Syn jokily argue about some shit about who would win out of a fight between them but I still couldn’t stop thinking about Gerard. He’s been on my mind since he went off. I was kinda worried about him. I mean, I know I shouldn’t really worry but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I know this house is big but still. “But still I would win dude! I mean, you’re a twig man!” Syn laughed out which made everyone else laugh including me. “Yes I am a twig, but a very sexy twig!” Mikey said and then he got up and starting dancing and shaking his ass. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at him. “Yeah you sure can work it Mikey-boy, but not as much as me! I’m the sexist motherfucker here!!!” I heard Zacky say then he came over and started shaking his ass about. I have to say, if they were gay, I would!! It’s starting getting later and later and I just started to get tired so I asked Syn if I could go and rest a little since I was gonna stay the night anyway. He slurred and yes and I went up the staircase near the kitchen. Since this house has like, 4 or something and I made and I saw a door with a load of band and guitar stickers on it so I guessed this was Syn’s room. Gerard’s POV And he I was laying. I couldn’t even feel Jake inside me. I couldn’t feel his thrusts, him pumping me, his slaps thanks to those pills. I don’t know what the fuck they were, but they made me literally oblivious to anything that hits my body. So here I was, bent down with my “boyfriend” inside of me. He was going pretty quickly but if I didn’t have these pills working their magic this would of hurt like a bitch. It probably will in the morning but I couldn’t care less to be honest with you. Frank’s POV Before I even entered the room I heard a girl moan so I just stepped away and looked for another room. God what is it with parties and getting laid? I don’t understand it. Just because you’re at a party and there happens to be a bed, don’t mean you have to go and fuck the first person you see right? And you don’t have to do it on other people’s bed. Ewww... After looking bumping into closets I found another room. Must be a guest room ‘cause the rest where bathrooms or guest rooms which were occupied and this was the only where I didn’t hear either girls moaning or a bed creaking so hopefully I can get some rest. Then I opened the door…what the fuck!?!? Gerard’s POV All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my face and ass. Fuck the drugs were wearing off. But I felt Jake stopping.… I looked up to see why he stopped and saw Frank. Fuck! What the fuck is he doing in here?! Why has he seen me like this? He didn’t say or do anything. Just stood there. I didn’t want him to see me like this. Fuck! Why do I do shit like this? I’m such a dick!! Back to Frank’s POV I just stood there. I just…didn’t know what to say or do… “Hey kid! What the fuck are you doin’ here! Get the fuck out punk!” I heard the guy on top of Gerard say. Must have been Jake…. “Are you fucking deaf or something?! Get the fuck out!!!” He shouted again and got up in front of my face. Gerard just layed there and did nothing but watch me. I was still in shock and just looked at Gerard, pleading with my eyes for help. All of a sudden, I felt Jake's fist collide with my haw, sending me to the ground. How could I defend myself? This guy is older and stronger than me. I was lying on the ground, curled up in a protective ball around my head, thinking "How could Gerard do this? He's supposed to be my friend, yet he's just lying there watching his boyfriend beat the living shit out of me." Before I knew it, Jake had picked me up by the hair and was dragging me down stairs, obliviou to everyone calling him off me. Syn even tried pulling him off, but with no luck. Jake just kept going. He dragged me out onto the front lawn, and threw me down, before he started kicking me in the stomach. I dont know how much damage he did exactly, but i was coughing up blood, so it must be bad. Suddenly, the kicking stopped and I could hear his footsteps getting further and further away. "Next time someone tells you to do something, kid, fuckin listen." He yelled, before going back inside. After a few minutes, I picked myself up off the ground and started limping down the street slowly, holding my ribcage and wiping my bloody nose on my sleeve. I didn't even make it hallway down the street before I heard heavy footsteps pounding behind me. "Jake if you've come back for a second round then there's no need, I'm fucking leaving...” I hollered, not even looking behind me, but focusing my eyes on the sidewalk in front me in some attempt to shield my eyes from the heavy rain that had started to pour. "It’s not Jake..." The person said, causing me to stop and look around. "What do you want, Gerard?" I asked, looking him dead in the eye. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Gerard replied to my question. "This." He said. He ran towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders, and before I knew it, he had lured me into a deep Kiss.
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March 26, 2008What I'm Dying To Say Is That I'm Crazy For You....(Part 3)Welcome To The House Of Wolves...Time lapse - Friday, after school
Frank's P.O.V As soon as school finished, I ran all the way home. I got in the front door and threw my bag aside, sprinting up the stairs two at a time. For some reason, I found myself wanting to look good for Gerard. I don't know what came over me..I was worse than a girl, putting on one thing and changing it seconds later. I eventually decided on tight black skinny jeans, a tight misfits t-shirt, with red eyeliner. I grabbed my cellphone, keys and some money from my nightstand and I was ready to go. As I made my way to Mikey's in my car, I was thinking crazy thoughts to myself. I can't believe I'm actually going to a party. A real party! A party with Syn! A party that Gerard fucking Way! I pulled up outside Mikey's house and got out the car, slowly making my way up to his front door. Pressing the bell, I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. "Hey! Come on in I just gotta put my shoes on.." Mikey said, leaving the door open for me to enter. I walked into the kitchen to wait and sat down at the breakfast bar. After a few minutes, I caught a whiff of the most amazing cent. It was like, a mixture of talcum powder, cigarettes and coffee. I turned my head to the side to try and find out where the scent had come from. It was so fucking addictive, I felt as though I could smell it all the time. It was a few seconds before I finally registered who I was staring at. "Oh uh..hey Gerard.." I said, blushing. Since the other night, I can't look at him without feeling embarrassed. "Hi..uh.why were you staring at me?" He asked, looking confused. Oh shit! "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" I said, getting flustered and feeling my face go even more red. "Its fine, don't sweat it!" Gerard replied, laughing. Man, did he have a cute laugh. It was like a girlish giggle, and made you just wanna hug him. While I was fighting the urge to jump on Gerard and hug him, it appeared he was speaking. About what? I don't have a clue, but I think it was important.. "Helloo? Earth to Frankie!" He hollered, waving his hand in front of my face. "Wha- Oh sorry, what did you say?" I asked, shaking my head to help myself snap out of my daze. "I said do you have a date tonight?" Gerard replied, laughing. "Oh uh..no I don't.." I said, and for some unknown reason, I started blushing. "Oh..cool.." Was all he said in response. He was about to say something, but just then Mikey came bounding into the room. "You guys ready to go??" Mikey yelled. Man that kid was way too excited.. "Yeah lets go." Gerard said, picking up his car keys as we headed out the front door. We got in the car, me and Mikey racing for the passenger seat, but I ended up winning, I only wanted the seat so I could sit closer to Gerard. Before he started the engine, Gerard started flicking through a bunch of CD's, eventually deciding on one. He skipped a few tracks, stopping at the selected number and turning the volume up as the sound came blaring through the speakers. "If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs Would you still love me anyway? If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed Would you still love me anyway?" "Oh my god! I didn't know you liked the Misfits!!" I squealed, finding it hard to contain my joy, I mean, could this guy get any more perfect?? "Haha! Hell yeah I love the Misfits! How could I not?!" Gerard squealed back. I just laughed and started singing along at the top of my voice, soon joined by Gerard and Mikey. I tell ya, Mikey was right.. Gerard has an amazing voice.. The car thirty minute car ride to the party passed by quickly, and only too soon we were pulling up outside a house where you could hear the music blaring from the street. We got out the car and made our way up the path to the front door, not even bothering to ring the bell, because lets face it, no one would have heard it anyways. We made our way past all the bodies in the hall, all talking or drinking or making, and made our way to the kitchen, where we were stopped by Syn. "Hey guys, you made it!" He said, slurring slightly, I think he was drunk already.. "Yeah.." Gerard replied, helping himself to a beer. "Well Frankie boy..welcome to the house of wolves.." Syn said, placing his arm around my shoulders as he lead me into the sitting room.
Posted on 03/26/2008 2:11 PM Comments (4)
March 24, 2008What I'm Dying To Say Is That I'm Crazy For You....(Part 2)If only you knew...Gerard’s POV
Fuck, I feel rough. Last night was fucking mental. Even though I can’t remember half of what happened. All I can see of it was me drinking a shit load and I had Jake beside me laughing. Why I’m with that ass I don’t know. Probably for the drugs he can get me. That’s right folks, I’m gay and Jake is my so-called ‘boyfriend’. I don’t love him. I don’t even find him the least bit attractive. He’s hairy, smelly, beats the shit outta me, even rapes me. But hey, at least I get free drugs and booze! I don’t have to pay for shit as long as “I stay like the little fucking bitch that I am”. I rose from my bed and looked at the time. Fuck, 3pm already? I got out of my bed and turned on the extremely dim light so I could see where the fuck I am going. Man it’s dark in here, but I’m used it. I’ve been living in this basement since I was what Iunno 15? It’s like my sanctuary I guess. No one dare to come in here unless I want them too which is cool, that means I can get some fucking privacy in this goddamn house. I managed to walk to the bathroom and splash some water on my face without the usual ‘me throwing up’ shit then made my way to the kitchen. I saw Mikey’s school shit in the hall so I’m guessing he’s home. He must have brought one of his friend’s home since there was a guitar lying against the wall and I know for sure he don’t play guitar unless the drugs are still taking over me and I’m seeing things. As I walked in the kitchen area, I saw him. He was fucking gorgeous! He had beautiful green eyes, short red hair but with a long black fringe, tattoos down his arm and neck and he wore tight black pants, a tight Misfits tee and green converse sneakers and two piercings, one in his lip and another in his nose. I really couldn’t take my eyes off the guy. And the black eyeliner he had on really brought out those sexy eyes. I wanted him, I wanted to touch those tattoos, I wanted to feel that lip piercing against my lip while I have my tongue down his throat. Fuck! I’ve only just seen the guy I wanted him already!! I couldn’t take my eyes off him but I think I should. I might creep the poor kid out or something. He’s probably straight anyway with all the chicks after him. I have to say the girl he’s probably got is one lucky girl! “Uhh…hi…” I managed to get out of my mouth. Man this dude is sexy. “Ohh...hello…Gerard right?” He said. Man his voice sends you vibes down your body! “Yeah...who are you?” I asked. I’m sure he has a goddamn name! Or I’m just seeing this guy in my mind. “I Frank...Mikey’s friend.” He told me. Frank. It suits him but all I had in my mind was me having my tongue down his throat. “What’s up with Mikey then? He left you here or something?” “No he just fell asleep on the couch.” He answered me. He sounded scared. Was he scared of me? I hope he wasn’t. I didn’t wanna make my Frankie feel scared… Wait! My Frankie? Gee get a fucking hold of yourself! You have only just seen the fucking guy for Christ sake and get it through your fucking head that he won’t ever like you! He’s straight you dumb fuck!! And who would like someone like you any-fucking way!?! “Ohh…right…you want some coffee or something?” I offered trying to act nice. “Sure…thanks…” He said looking down and I went to the coffee machine and made some coffee ‘cause fuck I needed it! I made the coffee and layed it out in front of Frank. Does he take sugar? I’ll just put some out in front of him just in case. He didn’t put any in though. Ohwell. “So…how old are you Frank?” I asked. I really wanted to get to know this guy. “I’m 18. Last year of school.” “Oh awesome. I bet in your school all the chicks are after you.” I giggled. I hope he didn’t know I wanted him! Fuck, I’ve blown it with him already! Nice going you dumb fag! “Nope not for me, I don’t like girls.” He said pretty straight forwardly. “Oh, don’t you date or something? Sorry if I sound nosey.” “Nope, I just don’t like them like that. I’m gay.” He told me. Wait….What?! “Sorry?” I said making sure I heard right. I might have a fucking chance!!! “I said I’m gay. And if you got a problem with that I’m sorry but that’s your problem and not mines!” He said in defence. “Dude it’s cool! I’m gay too!” I said but right now in my mind I was jumping up and down screaming that’s he’s gay. So I might still have a fucking chance!!! “Sweet, so I don’t feel like the only person on this goddamn planet.” He muttered. “I know how that feels.” I told him in agreement. He is gay!! I’m dancing in my mind right now!!! “So…you got a boyfriend or something?” “Yeah but…hings aren’t working out so I might as well call it off with him.” I told him referring to Jake. “Oh…sorry to hear that…” He told me looking in his deep green eyes. Man…Fuck! Now’s not the time for a fucking boner!! Thank god I was wearing sweats! Me and Frank talked for like 2 hours and he ended up leaving with my number. Not like that, just as…you know friends! And I will have to thank Mikey and also kick is sorry little ass for bringing him here and just falling asleep like that the lazy fucker. He should start going to sleep instead off jerking off at pictures of his girlfriend. Don’t think I don’t hear him, he moans too loud. Time lapse 5 hours Frank’s POV I sat in bed wide awake. I just couldn’t sleep. I had him in my head, his voice ringing in my ear. Gerard was just so fucking sexy! His voice sent chills down my spine; he had a fucking body to dye for! I had all these thoughts of Gee in my head right now….Gee? That’s cute hehe...Fuck! I can feel what these thought’s are doing to my…little Frank? Fuck it! This erection is killing me! I pulled down my PJ trousers and grabbed my aching boner, pumping it. I went soft at first but with the hottest guy you have ever seen going through your mind right now? Fuck I had to go harder. I closed my eyes and pictured it was his hand and not mine. Uhh fuck! I pumped and pumped and pumped my cock as much as I could, moaning like fucking crazy, screaming his name. I couldn’t help it! I could feel the pre-cum on my fingers. Fuck Gee, why do this to me? I’m just an 18 year old boy! I was now pumping like crazy, moaning, screaming, fuck I can feel him! Uhh fuck! I could feel that I was close. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. I started to go a lot harder and faster so I could just realise. After about and hour of pumping and screaming his name, I reached my climax, cum all over my sheets and on my hand. I got up and walked to the bathroom, washing my hands and got into the shower since I was all sweaty, turned on the water, stripped down and got in. Oh Gee, if you only knew what you just did you me……… Gerard’s POV… “Ohh fuucckk!!” I screamed pumping my length as fast as I could. Fuck Frank, I wish you were doing this instead of me! I only met you today and you do this to me? If only you knew. I had all these pictures of Frank rushing in my head FUCK he was hot!! I kept pumping and pumping at my erection until my hand hurt. I needed to realise! I needed to! I started pumping harder, gripping at my dick as hard as I could pumping it. FUCK!! Please! As I felt the sensation in my stomach I pumped as fast as ever. I screamed his name while my realise. I had my load all over my sheets and hands. Frankie if only you knew what you just did to me.
Posted on 03/24/2008 12:24 PM Comments (3)
March 23, 2008What I'm Dying To Say Is That I'm Crazy For You... (Part1)Love at first sight?Franks P.O.V
“Great, double fucking math.” I muttered to myself while walking down the dirty school hall which was full of preppy skanks, dumbass jocks and those stupid ‘bad’ gangster morons who think they rule the place. Man I hate this school, it’s just the same shit every day. The jocks pounding me and calling me a ‘emo’ faggot for wearing skinny jeans and eyeliner, the preppy skanks look and spread stupid rumours about me like ‘I saw him make out with the science teacher!’ and stupid shit like that, the fucking gangster morons try to rob me for my lunch money and shit then if I don’t give them it, I end up getting pounded into my locker for the second time of the day then get in trouble for truancy. But its not just school that’s fucked up, my home life is too. My dad doesn’t wanna know me since I came out that I was gay. My mom keeps on saying it’s just a phase and keeps trying to get girls to go out with me. When are they gonna realise that it’s not a phase? I felt like this for almost a year now. I’ve even slept with guys! My parents are just stupid. They never thought they were getting a gay son. The only two people that understand me are my two best buds, Mikey and Ray. They aren’t gay but they don’t really care that I am which I am grateful for. I just walked to my stupid class and sat at the far back so I don’t get called for answering questions and stuff and I can just chill and write some music. Thankfully, Mrs. Hanson was off sick the bitch she is. We had some stupid substitute teacher called Mr. Lee who was fine how the class was and just gave us the sheet we had to do. Thankfully he didn’t notice me at the back so I just put my Ipod in my ears, and carried on what I was doing. Thank god this class finished quickly so I just grabbed my bag and the rest of the shit I had to carry and walked to the door. “And who are you boy?” The teacher walked towards me and looked at me weirdly like I was some sort of junkie ass. “I’m Frank...” I muttered wanting to just leave and get to my music class. “And why don’t you look like the other students I see?” He said obviously referring to the skinny jeans and Misfits tee. “Like that’s any of your business…” I just said rudely. Man this guy is a dick. Can’t I just be me and not have to deal with this shit everyday? After saying those words I just walked out the class and made my way down to music. The best time of the day for me, I get to play my beloved Pansy, meaning my guitar you perverts! I just walked to my locker to out all this shit in and get the one thing that can get me through the rest of the day. Thank god there was no one in the hallway accept for the odd teacher and stuff so I didn’t have to deal with the jocks pushing me into the locker routine. I just stuffed all the books and shit into the locker and got what I loved the most and walked out to the music room. Thank god there are no stupid ass teachers who think they can just toss around like nothing. There is only really cool teacher in here and I really look up to him as a person. Brian. But, he lets us call him Synyster or Syn which is really cool and what’s also cool, he like a year older than me. How he got to teach music so young I don’t know. “Frank! Dude! Get your ass over here man! You’re late!” I heard Mikey joke as I walked up to him and Ray. “So did you bring it?” Ray asked me. “Yeah I did. I didn’t forget it luckily.” I said going into my bag and getting him the extra D string he asked me for. “This song is gonna kick ass when it’s finished!” Mikey squealed out. “ “Dude calm down! We still need a drummer and a singer for it.” Ray laughed out while putting the D string on his guitar. “Well, why don’t we ask my brother? He’s a pretty good singer. Only is he’s not….” Then Mikey just cut off and carried on looking at his bass. Brother? “What about the drummer?” Ray asked desperate for one. Then I remembered Bob. He’s a pretty awesome drummer. I heard him play a couple times at the club me and him go to sometimes. “I know a guy. I call him later if you want?” I said and their faces lit up then. “Oh Frank! I didn’t notice you come in!” Syn said walking towards me. “Hey Syn, what’s up?” I smiled. “Hey, well me and the dudes are having a party on Friday and we wanted to know if you guys wanna come?” He asked me. I wanted to jump out my chair and scream. Syn asked me! I really look up to this guy and he asked me and the guys to go to his party! For those who think I have a crush on him are in fact wrong! He is just a fucking inspiration. He even has a band! “Sure! We would love to come!” I kinda squealed out. “Great, well, its at my house at 6. I will e-mail the directions and shit” he said to me. “Great, thanks.” “And Mikey, ask your brother if he wants to come too.” Syn quickly said to Mikey. Mikey has a brother? I never knew. Well, I haven’t known him that long I guess. We have only been friends for like a month. Since he came to this school. “Umm sure… okay, I’ll ask.” Mikey murmured quietly so we could hardly hear him. “Great, see all you guys there then.” Syn said getting ready to go and talk to Zacky who was with him. “Yeah great see you then!” We all quickly said and got back to talking. “So Frank, you still coming over to mine after school then?” Mikey looked and asked me. “Yeah dude, I just gotta go to the garage and pick up my car first. Is that okay?” “Yeah that’s cool man.” Mikey said to me. Then the bell rang for lunch, the worst time for me and probably Mikey and Ray too. Me, Ray and Mikey just sat in out usual place. Hoping no one come up to us and bother us. Like that’s gonna happen. We sat down for five minutes then these two skanks came up to us. “Oh my god! Is it true that you and Mr. Lee had sex in the maths class? Is that why you was walking in the hall?! Oh my god!” they both looked at me. “For god’s sake, are you two skanks so stupid you believe everything you hear? Or do you just want a reason to come up to us and bother us while we are eating?” I said really angrily. These skanks really piss me off! Everyday I get this shit! Why can’t there be a school were people don’t gossip or believe shit like that? Where there is just NORMAL kids? I don’t bother anyone at my school! I just keep quiet but then that’s not fucking good enough! Can’t we all just be equal!? The two girls just looked at me and walked away from the table. Then I just carried on eating this shit this so calls food. I don’t know why I eat it. It’s better than not eating at all right? I managed to get though the rest of the day. Even though that fucking asshole jock Andy pushed me into my locker for ‘being an emo faggot’ and I got into trouble once again for not being where I should be. I picked up my homework shit and my Pansy and met Mikey outside the school. When I saw him he seemed to be really down about something. Could it be something to do with his brother? I dunno. “Hey dude!” I said to him as I walked to wear he was standing. “Hey Frank what the fuck to so long? I’ve been standing here for 10 minutes!!” He laughed out. “Sorry I’m 10 minutes late! I had to get my guitar!” I explained putting Pansy on my back. “So, to the garage?” “Too the garage!” He shouted doing a superman pose. I just laughed and walked with him out of the school. ***** “What the fuck do you mean 200 bucks?!!” I spat in the mechanic’s face why the fuck is he charging me double?! “Dude, you were supposed to pick up the car yesterday. It’s not my fault you didn’t come!” He told me. What the fuck?! “Does that give you a fucking reason to charge me double?!” “Well, no…but I got a wife and kids to support!” He said to me. “I don’t give a fuck! You told me 100 bucks when I first gave you my car and that’s what I’m paying!” I spat. “How would your boss like it if I said you tried to con me?!” I was really losing patience with guy! “Dude I’m sorry. 100 dollars it is then” he told me and signed the paper. “Whatever just give me my fucking car!” I angrily said to him and he gave me the keys and I put my guitar and backpack on the backseat and sat in the driver’s seat. Mikey got in the passenger seat and put his bag on his lap. Then I just drove off. ************** “Mom! Me and Frank are here!” Mikey yelled as we got in the house. “She must have gone out.” He said referring to the fact that he couldn’t hear his mother. “So you hungry?” “Yeah I could eat!” I exclaimed and Mikey walked in the kitchen “Make yourself at home dude!” I did and as Mikey said so and sat in the lounge. There house is really nice. There was pictures everywhere. I assumed they was Mikey and his brother as kids. They were cute I have to say! I noticed some drawing lying on the coffee table also. Who drew them? ‘Cause the person who drew them were really talented! I could never draw like that and I’m doing art at school. Mikey came in the lounge with some popcorn and popsicles and put some DVD on. “So who drew those drawings?” I said to Mikey pointing at the drawing on the table. “Oh… my brother Gerard drew them. He’s an art student. Well, he was..” He said before drifting off his words and watching the movie of Interview with a Vampire. I didn’t say anymore about Gerard because I now knew he didn’t like talking about him a much so I just out my focus back on the popsicle I had in my mouth and the movie that was on the screen. After a while of sitting here I realised that Mikey must have fell asleep so I picked up the blanket I saw on the opposite couch and placed it on him so we wasn’t cold seeing I’m nice like that and I brought the popcorn bowl into the kitchen and placed it in the sink. I sat in the kitchen for a little while and then I saw him. I couldn’t take my eye off him. He had beautiful hazel colour eyes. Long, jet black shoulder length hair, pale white skin and beautiful pump lips. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel them lips upon mine. I wanted him and I have only just seen him for Christ sake! I could feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Is this love at first sight?
Posted on 03/23/2008 2:58 PM Comments (3)
March 14, 2008Thank You Gay Rights In Britain!!!!Britain has granted a gay Iranian boy reprieve from being deported back to Iran, where he could be punished and killed for his sexuality. 19 year old Mehdi Kazemi's plea has been reconsidered, "in light of new circumstances" of Kazemi's position, says Interior Minister Jacqui Smith. His Dutch lawyer, Borg Palm, states that "This is very positive. But reconsidered doesn't mean he'll get a permit, they could still deny what he is asking," on Thursday. Kazemi arrived to study in Britain in 2005, and later learned his lover back in Iran had been hanged for charges of homosexuality and sodomy, which is illegal in Islam. Kazemi's plea for asylum was originally rejected, but has now been granted, but awaiting on a permit. He also sought asylum in the Netherlands, but due to his plea in Britain, it was rejected immediatly, and is awaiting to be deported back to Britain for the decision of his plea there. This whole case has angered many gay-rights groups, and Human rights groups globally, and many have rallied to Kazemi's cause. The Iranian government has a record of torturing, imprisoning and executing many homosexuals. "If returned to Tehran, he will be at risk of imprisonment, torture and execution," said Peter Tatchell, the founder of Outrage, a gay rights group.
Thing kinda makes me be proud to be British. Love is love. No matter what gender.
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March 13, 2008Please do this! I have muffins? Chocolate muffins? PLEAASSEE!! *Sweet innocent face*♥1.Whats Your Name Or Nickname? ♥2.How Often Do We Talk To Eachother Online? ♥3.If We Lived Hours Away Would You Make The Effort To Come And See Me If You Could? ♥4.Do You Have A Crush On Me? ♥5.How Often Do I Tell You I Love You? ♥6.Do You Love Me As A Mate/Bessie? ♥7.Do You Love Or Like Me As More Than A Mate, Honestly? ♥8.Can You Tell Me Stuff ? ♥9.Anything You Wanna Tell Me Right Now? ♥10.Would You Take Advantage Of Me If I Were Wrecked? (Note: If you do I will kill you with my chainsaw!! Leatherface is gonna get yaa!!!!) ♥11.If Ya Had Me For The Day What Would We Do? ♥12.How Far Would You Go To Save Me From Dieing? ♥13.How Long Have We Known Eachother? ♥14.Is Your Bday In August and Your A Leo Like Me? ♥15.Put This On Your Blog Too And See What I Say About You? ♥16.Wanna Say Anything Like?
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