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Jersey Dirt by bleedingfrommypen
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance, I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance (Album), Tokio Hotel (Band), Pencey Prep (Band), Fall Out Boy, patrick stump - Fandom
28 Feb 2026
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Boy meets boy. Boy can't figure what he is. Nobody’s sure, and that’s half the fun—at least for Frank.
Girl meets boy—and bolts. Patrick thinks all she’s gotta do is try.
Everyone’s young.
Everyone’s lying.
Nobody wants to be the one to fuck it all up.
It's messy
It's fun!
It’s Jersey.
"Friends don’t wash each other’s hair, in the shower"
“It was dye.”Bookmarked by makarpo96
02 Jun 2025
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In 1985, Frank started a new life, living in New York, in Brooklyn. He was doing well in his new lifestyle, but he noticed something different about himself. Frank liked men and, until then, he thought he was only open to women. On that note, on the cusp of discovery, he impulsively went to a gay bar to try it out. Only Frank didn't expect to meet a Drag Queen who hid a haunted house deep in your heart.
Gerard needed a hero.
Frank would be willing to be his hero.Bookmarked by makarpo96
23 May 2025
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2008. New Jersey
After escaping the cult he grew up in alongside his friend Ray, Gerard is struggling to adapt to the outside world. This is only made harder by the guilt of having to leave his younger brother, Mikey, still trapped inside the community. After a bad bout of unemployment, he applies for a body-guarding job that describes itself as “Top secret. Meat-eaters only.” However, he soon comes to realise he could never have imagined what this would mean getting himself involved in.
(Or: Frank’s a hitman, Gerard’s a bodyguard and Ray is tired of picking Gerard’s dirty socks off of the floor everyday. Everyone’s a little traumatised.)
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- Part 1 of Cult-verse
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Girlhood is a mask that no one can see through and is impossible to break. It is of porcelain and you have to paint it carefully every morning for the rest of girlhood.
Genevieve is seething as she hurries down a hall, her notebook tucked into her chest, book bag across her shoulder, shoes digging into her heels, bra strap into her shoulder. She’s been dress coded twice today, though her skirt is below her knees and her button up is buttoned all the way to her neck.