i m a gee

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Sportacus:</b> Gee, Robbie, I'm sorry about your evil plan.<p/><b>Robbie:</b> Forget about that. I just can't take so much kindness in one sitting! Need... hatred...<p/></p>

pewff  asked:

okay, why the fuck would you insult present gerard like that? what if you put your picture online and people started commenting "i'm gonna puke" etc. get yoyr shit together, hating gee for being a healthy and a happy person isn't okay

I wouldnt care if i was gerard i would sit there and count the money i got from the 12 year olds that listened to my music a decade ago he doesnt give a fuck about either of us dawg

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Dear Diary,
I’m finally here!
Gee, after that long train ride, I thought I would never make it here before sunset! But eeeeek! I made it to my new home!
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m going to be renting a space in this bookstore. Oh, I can barely contain my excitement! My hands are jittering just writing about it. My own space in the world, living alongside my favorite things in the world: Books!
I have yet to meet the landlady in person, but we have Skyped a few times to negotiate things. I’m sure she was expecting me a while ago, but that train…ah well, best not dwell on the past, right diary?
I surely hope I packed everything that I need…Cyprus Hills is a long way away, and I would hate to have to travel all the way back to my parent’s house to retrieve anything. Even though I checked at least 20 times to make sure I have everything…ugh, stupid anxiety!
Well, I guess I should probably head inside now…aaa!

With love,
FairyFloss Wisp~

anonymous asked:

omg, how do i saw "wlw" out loud tho. dubbllew ell dubbllew??? lemme just go down to the dubbllew ell dubbllew bar so that i can get a gee eff. i'm crying

it’s pronounced as it’s spelled

Uhh... Jello.

Prompt: Gerard is a vampire casually living in New York, when he meets a cashier who works the graveyard shift at a small corner store.

Note: WHY DID I NAME IT THIS. WHY AM I SO BAD AT NAMING THINGS?!!?!

This one is rlly fluffy but I’m gonna write a pretty hot and intense vamp!gee fic next so yay


She was just incredible. Her soft H/C hair that fell perfectly no matter if she styled it or not, those sparkling E/C eyes that lit up the room? She was ridiculously gorgeous. Plus one day Y/N hadn’t worn her uniform (her manager must’ve been lenient that day) and instead wore a Smashing Pumpkins tee. If I wasn’t head over heels before, I certainly was now.

But there was only one tiny problem with asking her out.

“…And that problem is?” Frank asked, and I

My eye twitched, “My problem is that you turned me into a goddamn vampire, you dickhead!”

Frank Iero was a nice guy. My best friend, in fact. He had a good taste in music, would help you if you were feeling down, and was generally fun to be around, despite the copious amounts of sex jokes he made. Frank was also a two hundred year old vampire who was turned in the Victorian times.

He sighed, “Are you still angry at me for that?”

The story goes a bit like this. Frank and I had gone out drinking a few months ago and got absolutely hammered. We stumble back to his apartment somehow, both of our senses of composure out the window. This is when drunk Frank decides that he’s hungry and that the tastiest lunchable was his vulnerable best friend next to him, proceeding to drink me dry. Now, even drunk Frank realized after a few pints that he had taken too much. I had already passed out and was totally screwed. The choice boiled down to letting me die and live with killing his best friend, or force-feeding me his own blood and turning me into a vampire.

Guess which one he went with?

“Yes, Frank. I am still angry at you for making me and my brother immortal vampires.” I snapped, the sides of my phone dipping into my hand.

Oh yeah, when vampires are just born they are absolutely ravished. Frank was in the bathroom when I woke up, nursing a massive hangover, when Mikey walks in. I hadn’t returned his calls and he didn’t know If we had too much to drink. The moment he stepped through the door I had already begun drinking (If I remember right, he tasted horrible)

“Dude, there are worse things out there. I could’ve let you die, you know?” If I had a nickel every time he said that, I would be Oprah.

I collapsed my head into the couch and tried to relax. “Can we please just get back to the target conversation please?”

The guitarist hummed, “Right. So, why don’t you just ask out your little Bella Swan character then?”

I cringed, “God, please don’t, you know I hate that movie,” Frank just laughed like always. Asshole. “If I ask her out then I’m just going to end up biting her and that will ruin her life. That’s why I can’t, you idiot.”

“I don’t know, Gerard. I was around you three for what, a year? A year before turning one of you. And that stuff with Mikey? That’s on you, buddy.” He murmured smugly, and I heard a prominent slurping sound from the other line that made my chest pang. God, I was hungry. I hadn’t fed in a month, and I needed another bag from Frank, and soon.

I grabbed the bottle of pomegranate juice off the end table nearby, which did wonders for keeping the thirst at bay. “So I’ve gathered that you are completely useless, is that it?”

“Hey, buddy, the only advice that I can give you is to just go ask her out. What’s stopping you?”

I tapped my foot nervously, “Well… I mean, when I go near her I get all nervous. And there’s just butterflies in my stomach…”

“Digest them, goddamnit. You’re not getting any younger, just go ask her out. Do not call me again until you do.” And before I could even say anything, the line went dead.

Yep, Frank is completely useless.


I peaked around the corner, nervously biting at my bottom lip. It might’ve looked a bit creepy, now that I think about it. Y/N had her eyes closed, resting her head on her hand, meanwhile I was just watching her from the opposite end of the store, trying not to stare.

Her eyes opened suddenly, and I was caught off guard. I whirled away, pretending to busy myself with the granola bars on the shelf while she looked at me with an amused smile.

“You know you have to buy something, right? Not just stand there?” If the blood in my body hadn’t permanently gone cold I would’ve surely been blushing in that tiny corner store.

I scrambled for anything to buy that might distract me from the embarrassing situation. Wrapping my hands around the first thing I saw, I instantly marched up to the counter without actually looking down at what I was holding.

Y/N stifled a laugh as she looked down and I braced myself and slowly followed her eyesight.

It seemed that I was carrying a very large armful of individual Jello packets. And right there in that moment, I was silently wishing Frank had accidentally killed me instead of turning me. I would’ve been spared this fresh horror.

“Uuh…” I stuttered, my voice completely lost, “uhh… Jello.”

Why am I like this?

She chuckled, “Yeah, Jello. I can see that.”

Well at the very least it looked like I wouldn’t have to go through the extra embarrassment of asking her out, seeing as how I’ve practically exiled myself from every coming into this shitty corner store ever again. “I’ll just go…” As I turned to put the Jello back on their shelves, Y/N’s voice stopped me.

“Hey, It’s alright. You don’t have to be shy, It was just funny,” she said, and a brief glimpse of hope flittered through my head. Quickly, I placed the Jellos back onto the shelf and shuffled back over to the counter. “So I’ve seen you come by here a couple times now and I think that I should get to ask for your name.”

I smiled shyly, praying that she didn’t see anything too noticeable inside my mouth, “Ah.. I’m Gerard. Gerard Way. And I already know yours… From the nametag! Like, I’m not a stalker or anything.”

Fuck. My. Life.

Y/N just hummed, “That settles it then. You’re cute, awkward, and as you said, not a stalker. Gerard Way, would you care to go on a date?”

My eyes popped and my jaw loosened slightly. “Seriously?”

“Pretty sure. I mean, only if you want to.” She murmured.

Shaking my head, I quickly responded, “No no no, I would love to date you! I mean, go on a date with you! Holy shit, yes.”

The cashier giggled and a warm feeling twinged in my chest. “Well you’re enthusiastic, huh?” I nervously twiddled with the ends of my long hair, “Alright Gerard Way. Does tomorrow sound good? We can go get a coffee or something.”

“Coffee sounds really awesome,” Y/N pulled out a small slip of paper and a pen, preparing to write down her number. Just as she scribbled out the digits her finger accidentally slid against the edge of the parchment, and a sliver of red dotted her skin.

An intense pang shot through me, it felt like a heavy weight being thrown directly at my head. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’ve smelled blood since I turned, but I still haven’t got much better at controlling myself. She brushed it off like nothing happened, handing me the paper and smiling coyly.

“See you tomorrow, Gerard.” I forced out a smile, excitement completely forgotten and in it’s place was desperate, clawing thirst.

“Yeah, see you.” I rambled, rushing out of the doors while trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.

The biting air hit me full force when I stepped out the door but I could barely feel it over the painful burn that echoed through every bone in my body. Although my mouth was absolutely the worst off. It was as if my inner cheek was cracked and dry. My tongue felt like sandpaper and my throat? Imagine a metal rod glowing white with heat was being shoved down your throat, melting the skin and dissolving any moisture to be found. That was how bad my thirst had become.

Blood. I needed blood. I fucking needed it.

I ducked into a nearby alleyway, praying that nobody saw me. With shaking hands I took my phone from my pocket, shakily dialing Frank’s number and pressing it into my ear. “Come on… Frank, please pick up…”

“You’ve reached Frank Iero, if you want to get back to me-“

“Fuck you Frank, you choose now to not pick up? Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!” I shouted into the phone, anger swelling along with the burn in my throat.

“Hey, you okay, man?” A voice called from down the alley.

My head jerked to the noise, a deranged glint in my eyes. There was a man I didn’t recognize at the end of the alley and he just kept walking towards me. Everything was washing over me, the smell of iron in the air to the ear-splitting beat of his heart. It was painfully intense and it kept on getting worse because a random guy kept on walking towards me.

“Woah, are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?” The man was feet from me when I grabbed his throat, cutting off his windpipe. Before I knew what I was doing, he was already being held against the brick wall and my mouth was open wide.

Fangs slid out of my gums and I jerked the man’s head to the side, exposing his neck. The last thing I registered before blood hit my tongue was the terror flashing in the man’s eyes. His skin split under my sharp teeth and I began to suck, allowing the flow of his blood to pour into my mouth. It tasted beyond incredible. It felt as if I hadn’t had anything to drink in years when in reality it was only three or so weeks. A few pints later I began to hear desperate squeaks coming from my victim.

Victim. Victim? Why would I have a victim? A dull voice at the back of my mind was telling me that I had my fill and that I should let the guy go. I could kill him if I drink too much, after all. But then I focused on the thick taste of blood going down my throat and I was called back to the delicious blood.

A shrill gasp broke me from my thoughts, and I instantly tore from the man’s neck. The man fell to the ground, his face ashen and for a moment I thought he was dead until I saw the steady rise and fall of his chest.

But that wasn’t what shocked me. What shocked me was the figure standing in front of me.

It was Y/N, her lips parted and her eyes wide. I should’ve ran. I should’ve done something to stop her. Gag her, cover her mouth, something. Instead I just stood there with blood dripping down my chin.

“Gerard?” she whispered after what seemed like an eternity, “what… what did you…”

“Y/N please just let me explain,” I stepped towards her and she flinched, “okay, okay, see? I’m not going to hurt you.”

The cashier shook her head slowly, “you’re…”

I sighed, wiping the blood off my chin, “A vampire.”

“This… Isn’t possible,” I expected her to run away or grab a pitchfork. At the very least be scared. But instead she hesitantly stepped forward and slowly reached out a hand for my face. I caught on, completely relieved that she wasn’t freaked out.

“Vampires are real?” Y/N murmured breathlessly. I grinned, exposing the sharp fangs that poked out of my gums. She carefully touched the fangs, a gleam of awe in her gorgeous E/C eyes.

I nervously laughed, “You know, I imagined you reacting a bit differently if I ever told you.”

She smiled up at me, “Are you joking? Repressed goth motherfucker than I am, I think that this is totally cool.”


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Hope your having a chill Sunday lovelies.😊 I wanted to spend the afternoon in my studio before I leave on my trip and get some work done on this little guy! ☺🎨 I’m custom painting a Huck Gee Skullhead vinyl!🖌✨ He’s a new project I’ve been working on and I decided to bring out all the paints hee hee. 😄🌈 It’s gonna be rainbowtastic because everything is so much better with lots of colors 😜 I can’t give too many details right now but keep an eye out later for more info! 😘 I’m off to paint before I have to seriously start packing 😆 Hope the rest of your weekend is colorful and happy too my loves! 😙💞

a quick doodle because i’m still shellshocked after plot developments and i also should be studying but my hands itched… i still love him so much and i still hate his hair…

Return (An Emo-rock-tale story)

Foreword: Ok so this story has been a bit difficult to make.

 Big thanks to the people who helped me out throughout the creative process and story ideas, thanks to the others who helped me track down the necessary info in order to make this, and a special thanks to @emo-rock-tale and @sai-shou for being patient with me when i asked for the correct information on the subject I needed.

Rating: E10+ (mild use of profanity and violence) 

Overview: An old acquaintance finds the Emo-rock crew, though it may not be the homecoming they expected. Or wanted. EDIT: based on content that is no longer canon.

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I hate that for prom everyone expects you to have a date. Like everyone I tell they’re like “oooh, what boy are you bringing??” And I’m like “um no I’m just going w/ my best friend” and they’re like “GASP WHAAATTT??? why????” And in my mind I’m like gee idk what if I just wanted to go to prom with some friends to enjoy myself?? I don’t need a fucking date to do that??? Like it really annoys me to no end when people react this way

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So I’m currently looking around for PR videos and I came across this one. Decided to listen to what Gee had to say, and the part at 0:49 is where he mentioned Taking Back Sunday. TBS is currently one of my favorite bands, and I MCFUCKING LOST MY SHIT WHEN I HEARD HIM START TO SING ‘’CUTE WITHOUT THE ‘E’’
I’M CURRENTLY MENTALLY SCREAMING, CRYING, AND HYPER VENTILATING.
I’M S O HAPPY.