fall out boy fanclub - QUESTION on page 86!

[ghost queen.]

ugh ugh u g h parents are so hard to break. all i want is to go to a concert of a band that saved my life, you should be grateful o^o

oh oh o h how do you guys like my signature and avatar

[h e l l o]

WOAH WHATS THIS

CAS HAS APPEARED


well, not the actual cas, but it's me (unfortunately, ik ik)

but i have a story to tell omo


anyways, so for school my teacher has assigned your typical biography report and stuff, right... and the first people that popped in to my mind were pete wentz & patrick stump...

but no, you have to have a book on them and stuff (which totally crushed me lmao)

so after a few days of prying away at my teacher she said i could do either, as long as my reports good or whatever....


i've got a fabulous question for everyone



how does someone cosplay(can i even call it that?) as patrick stump lmao(that's unfortunately a part of our project)

like... i'm already blind as a bat so i have my own glasses (points for me for them being thick framed glasses xux) and i need a fedora


anyways, @ghost queen., your avatar is fabulous ouo

[blue;]

I saw on Patrick's twitter , he was asked about the break and he said that it was just a small little 'vacation' who would probably only last until December?

[ghost queen.]

novak i'd totally let you use my fedora but of course, i don't have teleportation powers i wish i did

[h e l l o]

i've got a blue fedora

but it's not the same, man

;-;

i feel like everyone in my class is gonna punch me in the throat bc i chose this little sinnamon roll

but whatever

[lunarlullabye]

username: --blurryface--
preferred pronouns: just anything.
what albums/songs are your favorite and why?: my favorite album is probably folie a deux because the songs are kinda more relatable towards me, you feel? my moods are usually "I don't care" or "what a catch, donnie," my favorite song is probably young volcanoes, it just makes me feel super happy for some reason.
what is your favorite thing about fall out boy?:let me just explain my favorite thing about each member.
patrick: I love how he always seems personally affected by how we, as fans, treat him. like if someone runs into him on the streets or something and they tell him they love him, he just smiles his freaking irresistible smile, and just seems so genuinely happy that someone thinks of him as such a great person. there's a gif I meant to find, but I couldn't find it, so im just hoping you know which one I mean.
pete: honestly, I love how he dyes his hair so many different colors.
joe: his fro is just beautiful.
andy: his voice. his voice is so amazing. like you expect this deep masculine growl, but its like this cute little kitten riding on a rainbow throwing flowers at you
(It was so difficult picking favorite things oh my gerard)
how/why did you get into fall out boy?: okay, its really strange, and a super long story, but oh well. so, I got into panic! a while ago, and im pretty sure everyone has those days when theres something they really like (an anime, bands, books, you get where im going with this.) when you just get on youtube and watch random videos or read fanfics or something like that, so anyways, it was one of those days, and I just searched 'brendon urie' so one of the first things was the drunk history video, so im like, "hey this looks interesting" so I clicked on it. honestly, it was amazing.so from there, im like, "if these dudes that brendon's narrating are as cool as they act in here, then they must be a super great band." so from there, I listened to the first song that popped up by them that I hadn't heard before (it was either sugar, we're goin down or thnks fr th mmrs, I cant remember.) and I absolutely loved it.
anything else you'd like to share?: twenty one pilots is also great.

quoting this because friends I went to talk about this pls let me in

[zobiiwan]

really you don't even need a fedora (DARE I SAY IT?) you could always be soul patrick.
or you could just use your blue fedora and wear a cardigan. patrick is a pretty simple man idk.

i have used gray twice this year in essays. i used it as an outside source in an essay about how people aren't what they appear to be (i used "her" bringing that other guy to pete's show as manipulation and i goT A GOOD GRADE ON THAT ESSAY I GOT AN A (a- but regardless it's an a) and a hundred on that paragraph. woot!) and then i wrote a "this i believe" essay which is impossible to explain unless you've read this i believe. but yeah i'm really proud of it and i hope i did good???? i am gonna put it in teeny tiny text below here if you wanna like quote this and read it. it's about how music has affected me and how it's helped me and i quoted pete kinda so yeah. boop boop:

I believe in the power of art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll. There is nothing more welcoming or as homey as my earbuds after a day of grueling social interaction and mindless answering of textbook questions when all I ever really want to do is nothing. Depression is different for everyone: some of us are always battling, while others' comes in waves. For me, it's always there, like a scar or a stain. Some days it is more demanding, a nagging to be noticed; other days it is distant and momentarily covered with genuine smiles and laughs. Unfortunately, it is never truly gone, and as my depression has seemed to come in tidal waves since I began my high school ventures, I have had to find effective ways to cope and overcome these feelings I feel. So, I believe in the art of music so loud, the person next to me can hear every beat.
I guess that high school is never easy for anyone, and if someone says it is, they are lying. High school is a place full of judgement and baggage and homework. It has its ups and downs. I just think I tend to have more downs than I do ups. For the last year of my life, I have been so disconnected from my friends and even my own family that I rarely have any idea what's really going on. It's impressive how far I sank when my best friend turned her back on me; I have never coped well with loss and losing her was like getting hit by a truck. It also wasn't a great way to end my sophomore year of high school. She sent my suspected social anxiety spiraling out of control, and I haven't been the same since. I didn't really have many friends because I only ever talked to her, and I haven't been as willing to open up to anyone since then. It is really incredible how quickly friendships can fall apart at the arrival of one misunderstanding, and even more astounding how quickly lives can fall apart in the aftermath. My depression was worsening, and I was drowning in it. I was allowing it to own me, and it was a battle I was beginning to give up on.
Now, I know that this all seems incredibly sad and hopeless, but really, it's not. This experience forced me to open my eyes to new tracks to happiness. I knew that I had to find a way to cope, because I wasn't going to give up on myself. Music has always played a big part in my life. I have memories from as far back as I can remember of dancing around the living room or the kitchen with my mom. But I didn't define what music really was to me until I had nothing else left to hold on to. Without the support of another human being, I plugged in. My earbuds became my life support, and the lyrics became my best friends. Sad songs are the best songs, however morbid it may seem. They are comforting because they remind me that I am not alone in my battles. The demons I face, no matter how alone they make me feel, are not uncommon, and they do not control me. They can be defeated by passion, or creation, or anything that makes us feel good.
My method of attack is loud music. The lyrics replace negative, destructive thoughts with favorable, productive thoughts that give me something to ponder over endlessly. I cannot name the number of times I have thought about the lyrics of the same songs over and over, thinking of all the ways they could be interpretted. That's another thing about music: you can never be bored of it. There is no set meaning to any lyric. It's up to us as listeners to decide what they mean, whether it's all literal, a metaphor, or a perfect blend of both. They're a great way to forget the bouts of depression that have their way of sneaking up on me. If the lyrics aren't enough, the instruments themselves are loud enough to distract me. I am stronger now than I have been in a long time. I have something to think about, something to be passionate about.
Music is the only thing that has ever made sense to me. Music keeps me company in my loneliest moments. Music makes me question things, challenges me to see things in another light. It has brought me closer to who I am, who I want to be, and who I look up to. It reminds me what it is to be happy, what it is to be sad, what it is to be angry. It reminds me that I am here, and I am breathing and living and real. It may feel like the world is giving up on me, but I know that music never will let me down. Music inspires me. In the words of my favorite author, lyricist, and bassist, I believe in loud, life-affirming rock and roll. Nothing is as comforting as that.

BLURRYFACE YOU'RE IN BRO ILY JOIN US JOIN US <3 <3 <3

[guilttripping]

really you don't even need a fedora (DARE I SAY IT?) you could always be soul patrick.
or you could just use your blue fedora and wear a cardigan. patrick is a pretty simple man idk.

i have used gray twice this year in essays. i used it as an outside source in an essay about how people aren't what they appear to be (i used "her" bringing that other guy to pete's show as manipulation and i goT A GOOD GRADE ON THAT ESSAY I GOT AN A (a- but regardless it's an a) and a hundred on that paragraph. woot!) and then i wrote a "this i believe" essay which is impossible to explain unless you've read this i believe. but yeah i'm really proud of it and i hope i did good???? i am gonna put it in teeny tiny text below here if you wanna like quote this and read it. it's about how music has affected me and how it's helped me and i quoted pete kinda so yeah. boop boop:

I believe in the power of art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll. There is nothing more welcoming or as homey as my earbuds after a day of grueling social interaction and mindless answering of textbook questions when all I ever really want to do is nothing. Depression is different for everyone: some of us are always battling, while others' comes in waves. For me, it's always there, like a scar or a stain. Some days it is more demanding, a nagging to be noticed; other days it is distant and momentarily covered with genuine smiles and laughs. Unfortunately, it is never truly gone, and as my depression has seemed to come in tidal waves since I began my high school ventures, I have had to find effective ways to cope and overcome these feelings I feel. So, I believe in the art of music so loud, the person next to me can hear every beat.
I guess that high school is never easy for anyone, and if someone says it is, they are lying. High school is a place full of judgement and baggage and homework. It has its ups and downs. I just think I tend to have more downs than I do ups. For the last year of my life, I have been so disconnected from my friends and even my own family that I rarely have any idea what's really going on. It's impressive how far I sank when my best friend turned her back on me; I have never coped well with loss and losing her was like getting hit by a truck. It also wasn't a great way to end my sophomore year of high school. She sent my suspected social anxiety spiraling out of control, and I haven't been the same since. I didn't really have many friends because I only ever talked to her, and I haven't been as willing to open up to anyone since then. It is really incredible how quickly friendships can fall apart at the arrival of one misunderstanding, and even more astounding how quickly lives can fall apart in the aftermath. My depression was worsening, and I was drowning in it. I was allowing it to own me, and it was a battle I was beginning to give up on.
Now, I know that this all seems incredibly sad and hopeless, but really, it's not. This experience forced me to open my eyes to new tracks to happiness. I knew that I had to find a way to cope, because I wasn't going to give up on myself. Music has always played a big part in my life. I have memories from as far back as I can remember of dancing around the living room or the kitchen with my mom. But I didn't define what music really was to me until I had nothing else left to hold on to. Without the support of another human being, I plugged in. My earbuds became my life support, and the lyrics became my best friends. Sad songs are the best songs, however morbid it may seem. They are comforting because they remind me that I am not alone in my battles. The demons I face, no matter how alone they make me feel, are not uncommon, and they do not control me. They can be defeated by passion, or creation, or anything that makes us feel good.
My method of attack is loud music. The lyrics replace negative, destructive thoughts with favorable, productive thoughts that give me something to ponder over endlessly. I cannot name the number of times I have thought about the lyrics of the same songs over and over, thinking of all the ways they could be interpretted. That's another thing about music: you can never be bored of it. There is no set meaning to any lyric. It's up to us as listeners to decide what they mean, whether it's all literal, a metaphor, or a perfect blend of both. They're a great way to forget the bouts of depression that have their way of sneaking up on me. If the lyrics aren't enough, the instruments themselves are loud enough to distract me. I am stronger now than I have been in a long time. I have something to think about, something to be passionate about.
Music is the only thing that has ever made sense to me. Music keeps me company in my loneliest moments. Music makes me question things, challenges me to see things in another light. It has brought me closer to who I am, who I want to be, and who I look up to. It reminds me what it is to be happy, what it is to be sad, what it is to be angry. It reminds me that I am here, and I am breathing and living and real. It may feel like the world is giving up on me, but I know that music never will let me down. Music inspires me. In the words of my favorite author, lyricist, and bassist, I believe in loud, life-affirming rock and roll. Nothing is as comforting as that.

BLURRYFACE YOU'RE IN BRO ILY JOIN US JOIN US <3 <3 <3

Not even gonna deny it but I have used Gray in writing too. Plus a lot of song references and I went the whole way to jumble a paragraph up so the side would spell out Pete Wentz and that was hard.

[h e l l o]

really you don't even need a fedora (DARE I SAY IT?) you could always be soul patrick.
or you could just use your blue fedora and wear a cardigan. patrick is a pretty simple man idk.

i have used gray twice this year in essays. i used it as an outside source in an essay about how people aren't what they appear to be (i used "her" bringing that other guy to pete's show as manipulation and i goT A GOOD GRADE ON THAT ESSAY I GOT AN A (a- but regardless it's an a) and a hundred on that paragraph. woot!) and then i wrote a "this i believe" essay which is impossible to explain unless you've read this i believe. but yeah i'm really proud of it and i hope i did good???? i am gonna put it in teeny tiny text below here if you wanna like quote this and read it. it's about how music has affected me and how it's helped me and i quoted pete kinda so yeah. boop boop:

i was totally gonna do soulpunk patrick bc i'm blonde and everything... but i dunno... i feel like i'd have to do devil patrick xD with it fitting with all of the spoopy themes of october.

as for the fedora, tbh i'd only wear it bc my school throws fits about hats xD

anyways, if i show up to school dressed like patrick regardless of this project or not, nobody would get it xD



as for Gray, i was actually going to base my biography off of Pete's book, and totally choose Mister Wentz, but his book was so beautiful and it made me sad ;-;



Anyways, a+ for me straying off topic, but do any of you have people at school who pretend to like fob? or is it just me? like this one girl i know only listens to centuries, yet she claims to know everything about this precious band. it's gotten to the point where she thinks that a fever you can't sweat out was this band's debuting album. yea, it's pretty old, but, dear, you've got the wrong band.

i'm not tryna throw virtual shade but it's literally killing me... i can't even go without mentioning anything without her talking about fob to me.

sometimes, this is literally an actual conversation i would have with her.

me; man i love music
her; yea ikr woo i love fall out boy
me; what do you think about save rock and roll?
her; tbh i dont like rock and roll, i like fall out boy <3 like i seriously love this band... they're so amazing and i love their older work
me; thnks fr th mmrs?
her can u speak in english or talk more about fob? thx


i dunno why i'm ranting, but yus, here is my mild rant <3


i'm not trying to say i'm a god or a super fan(because i'm not. there are lists of people who liked the band before me. i'll admit it. i haven't liked the band since square one, though i like it now, which i still think that's better than nothing.), but it's the fact that she claims to know everything about this band, when she really only likes centuries. i mean, good for her that she likes something, and it's good for the profit that she bought the song, but there's a difference between knowing something, and lying about it for the sake of looking punk.

[knifekind]

username: --blurryface--
preferred pronouns: just anything.
what albums/songs are your favorite and why?: my favorite album is probably folie a deux because the songs are kinda more relatable towards me, you feel? my moods are usually "I don't care" or "what a catch, donnie," my favorite song is probably young volcanoes, it just makes me feel super happy for some reason.
what is your favorite thing about fall out boy?:let me just explain my favorite thing about each member.
patrick: I love how he always seems personally affected by how we, as fans, treat him. like if someone runs into him on the streets or something and they tell him they love him, he just smiles his freaking irresistible smile, and just seems so genuinely happy that someone thinks of him as such a great person. there's a gif I meant to find, but I couldn't find it, so im just hoping you know which one I mean.
pete: honestly, I love how he dyes his hair so many different colors.
joe: his fro is just beautiful.
andy: his voice. his voice is so amazing. like you expect this deep masculine growl, but its like this cute little kitten riding on a rainbow throwing flowers at you
(It was so difficult picking favorite things oh my gerard)
how/why did you get into fall out boy?: okay, its really strange, and a super long story, but oh well. so, I got into panic! a while ago, and im pretty sure everyone has those days when theres something they really like (an anime, bands, books, you get where im going with this.) when you just get on youtube and watch random videos or read fanfics or something like that, so anyways, it was one of those days, and I just searched 'brendon urie' so one of the first things was the drunk history video, so im like, "hey this looks interesting" so I clicked on it. honestly, it was amazing.so from there, im like, "if these dudes that brendon's narrating are as cool as they act in here, then they must be a super great band." so from there, I listened to the first song that popped up by them that I hadn't heard before (it was either sugar, we're goin down or thnks fr th mmrs, I cant remember.) and I absolutely loved it.
anything else you'd like to share?: twenty one pilots is also great.

quoting this because friends I went to talk about this pls let me in

w e match friend fight me irl