Cute MCR pics

A/N: Sorry. I'll make this Author's Note a short one but I have a few Вопросы for Ты all. Since I'm currently stuck at a writer's block, i'm posting what I have so far. I'd really appreciate it if Ты guys would Комментарий with what you'd like to see, или think will happen next. I do have a few ideas but have no clue on how to incorporate them into here. Also I would like to apologize in advance for my horrible spelling. Here goes nothing..

Roughly 1am
Sleep. Can't Sleep.
I crawled from my постель, кровати and slipped a hoodie over my t-shirt. I walked into the living room only to find my drunk жопа, попка mother...

Yeah- here Ты go.

Three

Mikey's lips moved across my collarbone, his cool breath leaving a trail of Мурашки from ear to ear. His Soft lips pressed against my own, and I could feel them turn into a smile as I shifted under him. 
"Switch?" he breathed, wanting to make sure I was not uncomfortable. I nodded and returned the grin as I began to Переместить across the couch, not failing to do so without almost falling off the damned thing. 
"Gerard has to get a bigger couch.."  the man -now under me- noted. I smirked and moved one of my legs between his. 
"Gerard has to buy a lot of things." I moved...

Framia: Любовь Notes
by ~NaruIno4eva
I DID NOT WRITE THI.ONE OF MY DEVIANTART Друзья DID!
Frank and Jamia walked to the one class they had together, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Before they turned the corner that would lead them to class, Frank gave his girlfriend one last Kiss before they proceeded down the hallway with no signs of PDA whatsoever. Not touching her in any way always made him anxious and agitated, even for a moment. They entered class and sat in their seats, he stared at Jamia with obvious щенок dog eyes as she got class materials out of her bag. She saw...

Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And Ты never had a chance
Love it, или leave it, Ты can't understand
A pretty face, but Ты do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn't front the scene if Ты paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll...