Does anyone else had that one fic, Grape Soda? I think it was by Throwupsparkles, but I literally cannot find it anymore.
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Does anyone else had that one fic, Grape Soda? I think it was by Throwupsparkles, but I literally cannot find it anymore.
I'm tempted to ask for Venus Doom out of curiosity since I really love that album, but I'm going to go with Razorblade Romance. (Though do Venus Doom too if you're feeling up to the challenge <3)
@throwupsparkles i adore both albums so here we go!..
venus doom:
sleepwalking past hope - their best song they’ll ever make tbh it wrecks me every time i hear it
love in cold blood
venus doom
dead lovers lane
song or suicide
passion’s killing floor
cyanide sun
the kiss of dawn
bleed well
--
razorblade romance:
right here in my arms - this track always has me like oofffff.
poison girl
death is in love with us
razorblade kiss
heaven tonight
join me in death
gone with the sin
resurrection
bury me deep inside your heart
one last time
thank you so much! ♡♡♡
send me an album and i’ll put the tracks in order from most → least favourite
@throwupsparkles it’s a fic I wrote a couple years ago about an epidemic that forced all of LA to be shut down and Josh is trapped there. I’m rereading and seeing eerie similarities to some of the stuff happening now. But hey.... I am getting a master’s degree in this and I have said that we expected something similar to this to happen for awhile now...
21 Days (I wait for your voice): https://archiveofourown.org/works/10259561
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Cute domestic ficlet where Frank and Gerard get lost in IKEA.
For Context
Okay, the last time Frank saw Gerard, he was playing around with one of those giant stuffed sharks and threatening to sing the baby Shark song. It was cute as all hell, but Frank decided walking away to avoid hearing that song was well worth his opportunity to take a picture of Gerard with the giant stuffed shark.
Now of course, Gerard has disappeared. He’s tried retracing his steps. Gerard does have a certain infatuation with sitting in Ikea chairs, so he starts there. He decides to take a moment to sit and think in the same chair that Frank had had to physically pull Gerard out of. He’s both astonished and disgusted to find that the chair isn’t even all that comfortable. Gerard might have just been a jackass who didn’t want to stand up.
Leaving the chair, he keeps walking, before he decides that this is clearly not the way Gerard went. Frank doesn’t eat meat, but Gerard had seemed very excited to get his hands on those Swedish meatballs, so Frank makes a stop over at the cafeteria, where he doesn’t find him either. Gerard should not be so difficult to find, especially considering he’s pretty enough to stop trains, and yet, he is nowhere to be found.
Frank huffs, and lets out a very meager “Marco?” to which a dad in khaki shorts gives him a side eye in response. Frank makes a threatening face back at him, because he can’t flip a guy off at an Ikea, or at least, he would feel morally questionable doing so, in this, the great land of Swedish excellence.
He walks back towards the original site of Gerard’s disappearance, back to the bins of stuffed animals, which is also the site of the great debate for which stuffed animal should come home to their daughter. The sharks all seem to be accounted for but not... Christ, not “daddy shark” as it were.
“Gotcha!”
Frank actually jumps a foot into the air when he feels something latch onto his back. He recognizes the sound of Gerard snorting with laughter as he recovers, heart rate still pulsing higher than would be advised by a healthcare professional. He turns to see Gerard holding what had attacked him, one of those stupid goddamn heart shaped pillows with the arms that give Frank this weird Goosebumps vibe, that he refuses to allow their kid to even see let alone cuddle.
“I swear to fucking god, Gerard,” Frank says, not knowing what he is in fact swearing to fucking god. This piece of shit.
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HM SO. i think a lot of that is due to stuff we don’t necessarily see like contract disputes and stuff... with a healthy dose of misogyny also. but i love that taylor’s been so consistently part of it, to me it shows that he’s super committed to shaping the future of paramore along with hayley and we love to see it
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I responded to the actual post instead of sending this like you asked...I swear I know how to follow directions: Unholyverse is a world I return to when I'm down. I love the supernatural aspect of the plot. I love how believable Frank's character is. Of course it's THE FRERARD fic, but what I love mostly is the friendship all the guys have and how much they all love each other. It's just really fucking good and everyone needs to read it at least once.
yea :’)
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36. Favorite clean word?
oh that is easily ‘yikes’ pronounced like nike
50. Left or right handed?
i’m right handed! my left hand is essentially useless
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