Fanfiction blog. Frerard got me into the wonderful world of shipping back in the day, and from there I began writing my own fanfics. Now I try to write for whatever gives me so many feelings that I can't contain them. Mostly Frerard and Destiel.
I will not pretend that I am very good. Amateur at best. Hope you enjoy, ta!

 

laceyweisshull:

I just want everybody to watch this, please.

 I know, most people who know me are already aware of how much I love this band.. It’s not exactly a secret. But sometimes I feel like not everyone really gets how fucking incredible and inspirational they are to me, not just as a band but as musicians and individuals outside the band. I don’t think I could ever adequately explain how empowered they make me feel.

 I know this idea would make some people scoff, because it’s so easy to only see the sleazy, over-sexualized stage behavior, but I’m obviously not referring to that. At the end of the day, as entertaining as their flamboyant stage theatricality is, none of that matters to me. Scrolling through tumblr looking at videos and photos of all of their most shocking stage moments isn’t vital to my happiness. That’s not what makes their music such an important part of my life.
 I felt the need to go on about that because I think too many people just see me freaking out over shit on tumblr related to them and all that jazz, so I wanted to try to make that clear. 
 They are, first and foremost, an inspiration to take life head on and to stop cowering and running away from things because I’m unsure.

 I just want more people to appreciate how fucking incredible they are, how inspiring their story is. I want more people to be able to take what I have from it.
 Because not all of you may have the same dream I do, but I don’t think you need to want the same things in order to learn from what they’ve done.  

 Their music, message, and passion onstage inexplicably allows me to cut through my own bullshit and stubbornly cling to something for myself. 
 When my broken brain gets the best of me and my stability takes a nose dive, they pick me up off the floor and knock some sense into me. 
 Sometimes the only way I can deal with the depression when it comes back around is to get pissed off at it. They give me what I need to do that.

  All of this is why I can’t help wanting to share it in its entirety with everyone I know. To spread over the broken hearts and twisted minds and tired bones of the world one simple message. 

Keep Running.
Keep Shining.
Mean Something. 

Me: it's not possible to love Gerard Way even more.

Gerard Way: I'm small and adorable, I'm gonna play you a song I wrote for my baby daughter and it's called Small Petunia of the Galaxy and by the way we are writing an awesome album, it is very dark, we will have costumes and look how shiny my hair is and now I'm gonna smile and be shy and cute, la la la.

Me: ...