#fob references

[fob-reference]

Hey Youngblood,

You may @ me any time you believe a post to have a Fall Out Boy reference. I will verify it, as I am the purveyor of all FOB content. Trust me. Enjoy. - Boy

[gleek-runner]

A to Z challenge • C is for Colorful • Read here

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She's a colorful girl living in a grey town.

[haptureratch]

I appreciate every single person who has congratulated me today. All types of congrats from:

 Acquaintances ~Kind people happy to see good news on their feed.

Old friends ~Stoked and proud to see high school Jess doing big, admirable things.

Various shades of co-worker ~The ones who admired my goals from the moment I voiced them. ~The ones who knew I’d been working at it for some time and kept hearing me say I was still at it. Still working. Just one more class. ~And the ones who never really talked to me but were aware of me I guess.

Close friends ~The ones who have known me since way before I embarked on all of this. The ones who know the dark side of the story. The gritty details of the struggle to grow up, find love, and accept myself and each of my different experiences. They freaked out, they teared up, they really brought it home for me. <3

And some special ones who knew me from this thing or that ~The ones who may not know everything but saw and sensed enough to tell me I deserve this. The ones I highly respect and could have been very close friends with if someone (me) had made any gestures to get things going. The ones who (if I can be so dramatic on tumblr dot com) instinctively knew what I was capable of... “You deserve this.” Yes. Gawd. So validating.

And of course we had Victor calling me EXCITED AS ALL GET OUT and started in on what books I will need for the courses I will be taking, what to expect, which ones will be killer, what I need to start studying now in order to do well enough to get into AOA (or was it OAO?) .... boi lemme rest for a damn minute. He was like so excited. And he thought the unit would immediately have planned a celebration for me. Tracey said we should and Priscilla started telling me about her birthday plans for 4/7..................yuuuup. Maybe I will have a celebration thrown for me, maybe I won’t. Joe’s out there having drinks on his own right now when he said he’d text me after his nap lmao. Oh, people. What do they think of me? Do they care? Am I on the same level as the people who do get the celebrations and parties and concrete/followed up plans? Who cares. I don’t think I do anymore. I got what I wanted. Got my shit together, next step run away and never see any of you again. Never see any of you again.... i hoPE THE ROOF FLIES OOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[riddlemethiswilliam]

I found a lonely baby kitten under my porch, the color of the night sky. Pretty sure its a girl, but I could be wrong. I wanna keep it. I might call her Uma Thurman. I need a cute name, any suggestions?

[el-zaynerico]

Me if I ever get arrested

Police officer: Anything you say can and will be held against you.

Me: *breaks into song* sO ONLY SAY MY NAME IT WILL BE HELD AGAINST YOU

Police officer:

Me:

Me: not really tho because that would be illegal ha

[tensetechnophiliac]

My songs know what you did in the dark(Light 'em up)

-Within a few minutes, there is the sound of a transportalizer going off, as well as cursing and stumbling from a certain tiny Felt. Fuck, they hate transportalizers. After taking a moment to right themselves, they call out. "Ey, Dirk? Kedi? 'M I in the right place?"

Dirk's in his workshop, and Kedi's.... somewhere, probably the kitchen or living room. Dirk grabs a rag wipes his oil-blackened hands off, trying to get some semblance of cleanliness before he steps out to the entrance hall, the specific point of which he gave Bell so that they'd appear there and not in like a wall or something. He mused that sweaty and shirtless might not have been the best way to make a first impression, but dismissed it. He smiled down at the little green frog.

"This is the place. Nice to meet you in person, Bell. I'd offer a hand, but..." His hands are still covered in engine grease.

[dibappreciation-blog]

have you ever just looked at a character and wanted to scream i love you from the top of your lungs