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Just a One-Shot. Quick and Simple. Lets Begin


We sat on the divano in his living room, watching scary Film and eating popcorn. Every so often the doorbell would ring and I'd get up and dish out the candy.

Needless to say it was Halloween.

So here I sat, cuddled into Mikey's side, watching some girl get her throat slit. Mikey took off his glasses and cleaned them with his camicia before putting them back on his head so he could see the TV.

"I hate these things." He said, referring to his glasses.


"Why?"

"They're such a hassle."

"But te look adorable." I smiled baciare his cheek.

"Well, in that case…"...

NOTE: Not to be taken seriously.

After listening to that particular song off Danger Days numerous times, and searching up the lyrics, I have come to a very humorous conclusion to what the chorus of Sing really means.

To put it bluntly, it's about losing The Game.

I mean, come on! Isn't it obvious?

"Sing it for the boys,
Sing it for the girls"

- "Singing it" refers to claiming that te Lost The Game.

"Every time that te lose it sing it for the world."

- Every time te think of The Game, te have to say that te Lost The Game.

"Sing it from the heart"

- Everyone who plays The Game is completely devoted...

Ways to Introduce the Songs:

"This song is about making babies, having babies...and selling them on the black market!" - Gerard introduced 'Give 'em Hell Kid' 

"This song is about dancing your life away!" - Gerard introduced 'Headfirst For Halos'

Gerard: This Song (Give Em Hell Kid) Is about getting Knocked Up, Has Anyone Here Ever Gotten Knocked Up?

 I need to ask you... Have any of te ever been in prison!?
-Gerard Way introducing te Know What They do to Guys Like us In Prison 

I want to thank you... thank you... thank you.... Thank te for the Venom!
-Gerard Way introducing Thank te for the...

Framia: First Time
by ~NaruIno4eva
I DID NOT WRITE THIS.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Jamia’s light colored eyelashes batted against the cuscino as her large eyes slowly opened. She felt Frank’s breath on the nape of her neck, slightly ragged but content at the same time. She smiled to herself as the sunday morning light peaked through the windows of of the room Frank claimed at his dad’s house. She was about to let her eyes close to dream about what had happened the night before when Frank’s sweetly gritty voice whispered in her ear.
“Good morning, soulmate.” Jamia flushed at...