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Pete, writing poetry in a notebook angrily: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

Patrick: Are you okay?

Pete: Mikey stole my fucking garlic bread.

Starting a Cult

Reblog to join.

We’ve got snacks.

Rare Patrick Stump Photo Series #16

Did y'all know I fucking love Frank Iero?!

Coming into a fandom late

next time someone invalidates your identity by saying “it’s just hormones,” ask them if they ever found themselves attracted to the opposite gender when they were going through puberty.

if they say “no,” then ask them “so how could it be ‘just hormones?’”

if they say “yes,” ask them if they still find themselves attracted to the opposite gender.

if they say “yes” in response to that, then say “you’re done with puberty, aren’t you? so how could it be 'just hormones?’”

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things i never expected to learn through a tedtalk but now am glad to know:

the founder of Sirius XM radio is a sapphic trans woman and is currently trying to preserve her wife’s consciousness in a digital file so her wife can be immortal in the body of a robot.

Mikey: So do you have any pets?

Pete: *remembers Mikey likes sensetive guys* A cat.

Mikey: What’s its name?

Pete: *remembers Mikey also likes tough guys* Missle Launcher.