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hey guys! well, i'm such a loser. i decided not to ditch this account. i'm to used to being frankierosgirl. ;]

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Hey guys!
To anyone who cares, I'm ditching this account, and I'm gonna be on a new one. I'll be posting everything from there. 
It'll be halloween_1031 so you should totally accept the friend request I send to you when I do.
Love you all! 
Keep the faith.
frankierosgirl <3 

recent stuff

Hey guys! 
Well, i had to drop the femmeslash big bang. I've just got so much going on with school that i didn't have any time to write, so i missed the draft deadline. 
But oh well! I'm still gonna write the story, and it'll be up eventually! 
Now, onto WAY old stuff.
I know some of you liked my story Your Eyes Vacant and Stained, and wanted a sequel. 
And it's been forever. 
But I AM writing it, I promise! It'll be up sometime in the near future!
So, if you remember it, keep an eye out, and it'll be up. I'm shooting for sometime next week maybe, but no promises. It should definitely be up before Christmas, I hope. Sorry, to the few of you who were actually waiting! 
See ya!
frankierosgirl :D   

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Writer's Block: Love hurts

What’s the best way to mend a broken heart?
if anyone finds out, tell me. because the only way mine could be fixed is if my girlfriend... ex girlfriend... magically came back to me....
What's your favorite vegetarian meal?
hm. well, i am a vegetarian. but, i'm not really sure what my favorite meal is. probably something japanese. yeah, definitely. :]
What's your favorite vegetarian meal?
hm. well, i am a vegetarian. but, i'm not really sure what my favorite meal is. probably something japanese. yeah, definitely. :]

oh god, kill me now. i'm gonna die lol. this is my first big bang :O
frank and gee. are gonna be girls. :P

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stole borrowed this frombdudee :]

NAME: Heather Ann McCobb
AGE: 14
BIRTHDATE: January 9, 1997
PRESENT ADDRESS: New Jersey


WHAT WAS YOUR:

1. last beverage = milk
2. last phone call = Serena Markey :]
3. last text message = Devon: "i love you" 
4. last song you listened to = Bodies- Smashing Pumpkins
5. last time you cried = when i was fighting with Devon 

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. dated someone twice = nope
7. been cheated on = not to my knowledge, but i wouldn't put it past my ex.
8. kissed someone & regretted it = not at the time
9. lost someone special = my grandfather, around age 7. 
10. been depressed = yes
11. been drunk and threw up = nope, never drank and don't think i could get my hands on alcohol anyway

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12. Purple
13. Black 
14. Red

THIS YEAR (2011), HAVE YOU:

15. Made a new friend = yeah my friend sarah
16. Fallen out of love = not this year.
17. Laughed until you cried = well haven't actually cried, but come close :] me and my friend were laughing so fucking hard for like no reason.
18. Met someone who changed you = well, not this year. but, two, my girlfriend and best friend. Devon and Serena. they make me confident :] <3
19. Found out who your true friends were = fuck yeah
20. Found out someone was talking about you = all the time
21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list = yup, Devon.

GENERAL:

22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = all of them, even if some aren't close.
24. Do you have any pets = used to have a cat and a dog, but they got put down, now just fish :/ 
25. Do you want to change your name = hate my middle name. so. much. 
26. What did you do for your last birthday = MCR concert, fuck yeah!
27. What time did you wake up today = 9:30. i was forced to get up >:[
28. What were you doing last night = working at the fair for girl scouts. kind of working. 
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = moving out with my girl. 
30. Last time you saw your Mother = this morning.
31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = dating those losers. wish i'd never trusted nick. 
32. What are you listening to right now = Bodies - Smashing Pumpkins. i'm like obsessed with this song now
33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?= yeah, three.
34. What's getting on your nerves right now = not getting enough sleep
35. Most visited webpage = lj
37. Nickname = honey, heath (NOT said the way you think) 
38. Relationship Status = almost nine months with Devon
39. Zodiac sign = Capricorn
40. He or She = a girl. but a very butch girl.
41. Elementary = Citta, which was great until the original principle got promoted
42. High School = high school north, this year 
43. College = well, i plan on double majoring. so, art school and medical school. need a fall back if i can't get an art career. 
44. Hair color = fox red
45. Long or short = short
46. Height = 5 foot 2
47. Do you have a crush on someone? = Frank Iero! xD (Devon can't be considered a crush)
48. What do you like about yourself? my eyes. my love for my friends.
49. Piercings = my ears, but as soon as i move out i'm getting a lip ring and a stud in my nose.
50. Tattoos= getting a lot when i move out and have the money. i have a shitload planned.
51. Righty or lefty= righty

FIRSTS :

52. First surgery= appendix when i was 4. almost died.
53. First piercing = ears, idk when
54. First best friend = Emily Steinberg, who's guts i now hate.
55. First sport you joined = ballet. stayed with it for a while. then dropped it. 
56. First vacation = camping, disney world a few years later. 
58. First pair of trainers = *shrug*

RIGHT NOW:

59. Eating = nothing
60. Drinking = nothing
61. I'm about to = make french toast and a smoothie
62. Listening to = the misfits.
63. Waiting for = monday. CAMP.

YOUR FUTURE :

64. Want kids? = adopted
65. Get Married? = to Devon. 
66. Career? = singer in a band is my dream. but if that doesn't happen, art teacher. or any other art career. or a horse vet. haha, all my fallbacks :P 

WHICH IS BETTER :

67. Lips or eyes = eyes
68. Hugs or kisses = kisses with my girl, hugs with everyone else.
69. Shorter or taller = i enjoy being short; i like yelling at people when they make fun of it.
70. Older or Younger = i want to be in my 20's, but i don't wanna get old. so, younger. 
71. Romantic or spontaneous = spontaneous
72. Nice stomach or nice arms = nice stomach.
73. Sensitive or loud = both?
74. Hook-up or relationship = relationship.
75. Trouble maker or hesitant = trouble maker

HAVE YOU EVER :

76. Kissed a stranger = no
77. Drank hard liquor = nope
78. Lost glasses/contacts = once
79. Sex on first date = no
80. Broke someone's heart = try not to
81. Had your own heart broken = a little? 
82. Been arrested = no 
83. Turned someone down = don't think so
84. Cried when someone died = yeah. 
85. Fallen for a friend = Devon was my best friend before all this. and there was a whole thing with Serena that i'd rather not touch on.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourself = sometimes
87. Miracles = nah
88. Love at first sight = nope, looks shouldn't matter motherfucker. 
89. Heaven = dunno
90. Santa Clause = eh. 
91. Kiss on the first date = depends. if it's like someone you were close to before and were crushing on them for a while, that's cool. otherwise, no.
92. Angels = dunno.

Late Dawns and Early Sunsets...

Title: Your Eyes Vacant and Stained...
Author: frankierosgirl
Beta: Carly, who took forever to send this back
Rating: maybe NC-17
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, one-sided Frank/Mikey
Warnings: Language, Suicide
Summary: Frank's losing it. It's been years and he just can't pull it together. All it takes is one word to push him over the edge. Gerard.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Chemical Romance. Please don't send this to anyone involved, it's just for the point of writing and the enjoyment of LJ users.
A/N: So, here's another fic (finally). It was my way of venting one day, I felt pretty depressed that day. But here ya go, enjoy. And please, be nice.

Frank sat on his bed, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at nothing. He could feel the sheets clenched in his hands. He could feel the soft breeze coming from the window Mikey had left open. His senses were alive, but he had died long ago. He was only a hallow shell of what he used to be. He had learned to numb himself, to block out the emotions. He hadn't felt love or pain in three years. But it was beginning to break through.
He could remember it clearly, the day it all broke down. After twelve years, he had just ended it. Twelve years he had been Gerard's boyfriend. Twelve years he had spent giving him everything. And Gerard just ended that. He'd thrown him out of the band because Frank just hadn't been able to handle it. He'd sit around all day, staring at his guitar and he'd cry himself to sleep every night. That was twelve years of his dedication, gone. Just like that. Gerard had promised it would never turn out like this. But he lied.
Frank had been so ready to give Gerard everything, to give him the world. He had come so close, and the box had been lying in the drawer ever since. If he hadn't hesitated, could things possibly be different now?
~***~
Mikey had been coming by ever since. He'd tried everything he could to make Frank happy again. He'd even confessed his feelings for him, but it only led to heartbreak. Frank hadn't believed him; he couldn't. He didn't believe in love anymore. But still, Mikey came. And every time he did, he left Frank with a kiss on the cheek and a whisper of "I love you" in hopes that the small boy could believe him.

And Mikey began to avoid Gerard. He only came near him for shows. And even then, he wouldn't talk to Gerard or the guitarist who had replaced Frank. He only spoke to Ray and Pedicone, making a point of walking away when the other two members tried to join in. Slowly, Gerard began to notice that the absence of his beloved little brother. And he had chosen Frank's worst night in two years to call Mikey. And when the younger Way answered, he couldn't believe how stupid his older brother could be.

"Gerard, stop being such an ignorant asshole. When did you get like this? You're not my brother anymore. My brother never hurt people, especially not me." Mikey's voice was venomous, "Frank's not the only one you hurt when you broke up with him Gerard. There are consequenses to ignoring him. But you wouldn't know that." Mikey paused and rolled his eyes at the dumbfounded silence of his brother. "And say hi to fucking Lindsey," he spat, his voice dripping with poison and sarcasm. Then, he snapped his cell shut, leaving Gerard staring open-mouthed at the phone, a shadow of hurt hidden deep in his eyes.
~***~
Frank heard the whole conversation from his place on the edge of the bed, and at the mention of Gerard's name, he snapped. The tears he'd been holding in for so long began to spill, staining his hallow cheeks. He dragged himself off the bed and locked the door, making sure the key was outside on the floor so Mikey could find it later.

Frank made his way back to the bed and threw open the drawer of the nightstand. Sobs wracking his body, he pulled out five items; a notepad, a pen, a small box, a few razor blades, and a gun.

The sound of Mikey's footsteps began to sound in the hallway, and Frank knew he had to be quick. Tearing a piece of paper off the notepad, he began to scrawl a quick not.

Gerard. I'm sorry I couldn't get over you. I still haven't. But as long as you're happy, it's okay. I'm sure you've long since chosen to forget about me, but I could never forget you. I want you to take this ring. Use it for whatever you want. But just take it. I only wish I could've given it to you three years ago, before all this. I'll always love you.
xoxo,
Frankie


He folded the note and snapped the ring's case closed on it, making sure it was still visible. As Mikey's footsteps grew nearer, Frank tore off another slip of paper and began to write.

Mikey,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger. I'm sorry I couldn't love you. Please make sure Gerard gets the ring and the note. I heard you yell at him. But please do this for me. If I could've forgotten about him, maybe things could've been different. Maybe I could've trusted you and given you my heart. And I'm sorry that I couldn't give it the chance. You'll always be my best friend Mikes. Not even death can change that. Keep the faith, even though I couldn't. xoxo,
Frankie


Frank put the note on the table and pulled out a couple of the tiny razor blades, dragging them up his arms, watching the blood pool as Mikey was banging on the door. The blood dripped on the floor, staining the carpet as a few drops splashed on the note.

"FRANK? FRANKIE PLEASE. PLEASE LET ME IN." Mikey's pounding was deafening to Frank's ears as he pointed the gun to his temple and felt the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. "I'm sorry," he whispered before pulling the trigger.

But at the last second, his grip faltered and the bullet buried itself into Frank's shoulder. Briefly, Frank wondered if that meant anything. He was losing enough blood anyway, right?
~***~
When Mikey heard the loud BANG! of the gun, he screeched "FRANKIE!" as he sank to the ground, sobbing. But when he knelt, he felt cool metal pressing into his knee, and he held it in his hand, confused. But then he realized, it was the key to the bedroom door. He stood up and fumbled to unlock the door, thrusting it open. He rushed to Frank and pulled him into his arms, cradling his fragile body across his lap.

"F-Frankie, no. No, no, please, stay with me! Please."

Frank's eyes fluttered open weakly, and he murmured, "M-Mikey... I'm sorry... And G-Gerard was r-right..."

Mikey smoothed back Frank's hair and kissed his jaw. "About what, baby?"

"It-it isn't t-that much fun... to stare down a loaded... gun..." Frank's eyes slipped closed once again and Mikey held his fingers against Frank's neck, desperately dialing 911 on his Sidekick.

"911, please, we have an emergency! Send an ambulance as fast as you can to 1031 Division Avenue, Belleville. Please, my best friend's dying!" Mikey sobbed over Frank's dying frame as an ambulance was rushed to the scene. And the last thing running through Mikey's mind, were the words from long ago, the words that Gerard sang with such anguish.

Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?



A/N: So, I could write a sequel. There could be possible twists. If you guys wanna see a sequel, request. :]

Bored... Life On the Murder Scene time :D

i just love this part. making of 'the ghost of you' :D

Mikey: "How much water did we take in?"
Marc: "1,000 gallons. In 20 seconds."
Mikey: "I have a fear of large bodies of water, and when I saw it starting to fill up I was getting nervous already and when I heardthe word 'bail...'
Marc: "Wait, you're scared of large bodies of water, right?"
Mikey: "Yeah."
Marc: "Well, it's a very small body of water inside the boat. It's like a lake!"
Frank: "Do y'know what it was? When my balls got wet, that's when I got scared. That's exactly what happened."
Mikey: "I don't know if this is water or pee...... *gestures to his leg*
*Gerard's crazy-ass laughing*

:D I don't know why I love that so much, but I do ^-^