#cleaned up corporation progress. living on the webways people moving sideways

[gerardlesbian]

they havent played sing yet 🤔

[val-velociraptor]

Idc if you think SING is bad, cleaned up corporation progress dying in the process children that can talk about it living on the webways people moving sideways sell it till your last days buy yourself the motivation generation nothing nothing but a dead scene product of a white dream I am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer I refuse to answer talk about the past sir wrote it for the ones who wanna get away, ok?

[hesitantvampirealien]

don't you also hate it when you're fine and all of a sudden your brain is like clean up corporation progress dying in the process children that can talk about it living on the webways people moving sideways sell it till your last days buy yourself the motivation generation nothing nothing but a dead scene product of a white dream i am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer i refuse to answer talk about the past sir wrote it for the ones who want to get away??

[p0is0n-is-th3-cur3]

I changed my mind I don't want mama as my ringtone what should it be

Famous last words - "I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven Nothing you can say can stop me going home"

Planetary (go!): 2:07 "They sell presentable, young, and so ingestible Sterile and collectible, safe, and I can't stand it This is a letter, my word is the Beretta The sound of my vendetta against the ones that planned it"

Sing - "Cleaned up, corporation progress Dying in the process, children that can talk about it Living on the webways, people moving sideways Sell it 'til your last days, buy yourself the motivation Generation nothing, nothing but a dead scene Product of a white dream, I am not the singer that you wanted But a dancer, I refuse to answer"

Beginning of Dead!

beginning of Foundations of decay

[m0thxy]

hey guys do you ever CLEANED UP, CORPORATION PROGRESS DYING IN THE PROCESS, CHILDREN THAT CAN TALK ABOUT IT LIVING ON THE WEBWAYS, PEOPLE MOVING SIDEWAYS SELL IT 'TIL YOUR LAST DAYS, BUY YOURSELF THE MOTIVATION GENERATION NOTHING, NOTHING BUT A DEAD SCENE PRODUCT OF A WHITE DREAM, I AM NOT THE SINGER THAT YOU WANTED BUT A DANCER, I REFUSE TO ANSWER TALK ABOUT THE PAST, SIR, WROTE IT FOR THE ONES WHO WANT TO GET AWAY

KEEP RUNNING!!!

[jeannedarcgerard]

i can’t BELIEVE that there’s people out there who are sing haters. you don’t like you’ve got to make a choice if the music drowns you out and raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth??? you don’t like cleaned up corporation progress dying in the process children that can talk about it living in the webways people moving sideways tell it ‘til your last days buy yourself a motivation generation nothing nothing but a dead scene product of a white dream i am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer i refuse to answer talk about the past sir wrote it for the ones who want to get away (keep running!)?????

[everyloversgotalittledagger]

I know we all rightfully bully SING but also I will always yell CLEANED UP CORPORATION PROGRESS DYING IN THE PROCESS CHILDREN THAT CAN TALK ABOUT IT LIVING ON THE WEBWAYS PEOPLE MOVING SIDEWAYS SELL IT TILL YOUR LAST DAYS BUY YOURSELF A MOTIVATION GENERATION NOTHING NOTHING BUT A DEAD SCENE PRODUCT OF A WHITE DREAM I AM NOT THE SINGER THAT YOU WANTED BUT A DANCER I REFUSE TO ANSWER TALK ABOUT THE PAST SIR WROTE IT FOR THE ONES THAT WANNA GET AWAY

Keep running.

[firewalkwithmedvd]

CLEANED UP CORPORATION PROGRESS! DYING IN THE PROCESS! CHILDREN THAT CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT LIVING ON THE WEBWAYS! PEOPLE MOVING SIDEWAYS! TELL IT TIL YOUR LAST DAYS! BUY YOURSELF THE MOTIVATION!!!! GENERATION NOTHING!!!! NOTHING BUT A DEAD SCENE!!!!! PRODUCT OF A WHITE DREAM!!!! I AM NOT THE SINGER THAT YOU WANTED BUT A DANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fatalism-and-villainy]

that musical transition from the chorus to the bridge of “Sing” tho

[keichanz]

Top 5 favorite lyrics?

Ask me my top 5 anything!

Ooh this is a good one.

1. “Cleaned-up corporationProgress dying in the processChildren that can talk about it, living onThe Webways, people moving sidewaysSell it 'til your last daysBuy yourself a motivationGeneration nothingNothin' but a dead sceneProduct of a white dreamI am not the singer that you wanted but a dancerI refuse to answerTalk about the past, sirRuling for the ones who want to get away.”

Sing, My Chemical Romance

2. “Here's to all that we kissedAnd to all that we missedTo the biggest mistakesThat we just wouldn’t tradeTo us breaking upWithout us breaking downTo whatever's comin' our way.”

Here’s To Us, Halestorm

3. “And when you finally fly away, I'll be hoping that I served you well.For all the wisdom of a lifetime, no one can ever tell.But whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose.”

Forever Young, Rod Stewart

4. “I'm speechlessStaring at you, standing there in that dressWhat it's doing to me, ain't a secret'Cause watching you is all that I can doAnd I'm speechlessYou already know that you're my weaknessAfter all this time I'm just as nervousEvery time you walk into the roomI'm speechless.”

Speechless, Dan + Shay

5. “When the sharpest words wanna cut me downI'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them outI am brave, I am bruisedI am who I'm meant to be, this is meLook out 'cause here I comeAnd I'm marching on to the beat I drumI'm not scared to be seenI make no apologies, this is me.”

This Is Me, The Greatest Showman cast

Thank you for this fantastic ask, dear!

[lacrimosathedark]

SING

Ok, so, this was my first posted work on AO3 and it’s kinda lame, but y’know what, why not? I was inspired by listening to My Chemical Romance and, go figure, thought of Virgil. So have some Virgil comfort.

Warnings: Loneliness, lack of self care, self-imposed isolation

Original linkage: here

Taglist: @rose-raindrop @a-valorous-choice @xxfangirlanonymousxx @asterias-confused-writings

Thomas was not OK.

Joan was gone for the weekend, and they were texting but it wasn’t the same. And everyone else, Talyn, Valerie, Terrence, etc., seemed to have just...more important stuff to do.

A familiar, raspy voice grumbled in his ear. “Don’t text them, you could bother them.” “They don’t need you.” “Nothing really matters.”

This had been going on for two going on three days. Thomas barely got out of bed, and when he did, it was only to eat, bathe, and use the facilities. And he spent a very long time in the shower, just thinking these despair-inducing thoughts.

This was such a severe depression, that the Sides knew that Anxiety was influencing him, and he could stop. But they couldn’t get to him.

He had, in a sense, locked his room. There was a...barrier of sorts keeping the others out.

Logan tried to calm him by pushing logical thoughts at him. “Thomas’ friends would not abandon him without warning.” “Having important things to do does not mean that they no longer care for Thomas.” “Being busy does not mean that they do not like him.” “We are here and you are as moderately safe as a person could be on an average day.”

This usually helped, but today it didn’t. Not substantially, anyways.

Patton cooed lovingly, willing his words to reach Virgil even when his “body” could not. He made food he knew Thomas, and by extension Virgil, liked and willed it into Virgil’s room.

Usually an empty plate, and on rare occasion a scribbled thank you note, would return when the food had been consumed. None of the dishes returned.

Roman decided to try his hand at it. He knew it would require thought, and decided to sit in the main room, where he could be influenced by all of them for inspiration, to figure out the best course of action. He needed it to be very him, as the others had been, but it also had to reach out to Anxiety.

Virgil was on the stairs (as Thomas was currently curled up in the living room re-watching Steven Universe in a vain effort to comfort himself), hidden under a pile of blankets. He had contemplated sitting on the counter, or the table, but he decided he would rather just not move, so he hid from the sun through his dark curtains and layers of blankets.

The other Sides had been more welcoming lately, much more after he’d tried to...whatever. But he was still the odd one out. He may be one of them, but he didn’t fit in quite so neatly.

That, and Thomas was without his friends for a few days, and that always made everything much worse for Virgil. Being distracted and comforted by his friends made everything easier to cope with.

Logan had tried to calm him with, duh, logic. It usually helped, even just a little, but it hadn’t put much of a dent in his shield of depression.

Patton had made him food. Virgil didn’t have the motivation to eat anything but felt too guilty about not wanting it to send it back.

Roman hadn’t even tried. And that probably hurt Virgil most. He had always been shunned most by Princey, more than Logan. Patton had never shunned him (though he had looked at him with disappointment a few times). Roman had gone out of his way to make up dumb, “witty” insults. My Chemically Imbalanced Romance was secretly his favorite. He would never admit either to how his heart (that surprisingly, yes, he had) skipped when Roman had nearly complimented his outfit, and just how amused he was when the prince tried to correct the mistake.

Prince didn’t like him. It was still pretty obvious. He appreciated him, maybe, sometimes, but as a whole he thought Anxiety was a nuisance. He always had and always would. It was kind of a crushing thought.

“Sing it out, boy, you’ve got to see what tomorrow brings.”

Virgil blinked and poked his hooded head out from under his aptly-named comforter. He was alone in the room. Where was that voice coming from?

“Sing it out, boy, you’ve got to be what tomorrow needs.”

He followed the sound with his eyes. It sounded almost like it was coming from the TV. But Virgil had it turned off in his room...

“For every time that they want to count you out, use your voice every single time you open up your mouth.”

Roman. Roman’s corner, that’s where it came from. Roman was...singing at him?

“Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls, every time that you lose it sing it for the world!”

But...why was he singing at Virgil? Why this song, a song he thought Princey would never willingly listen to in his life?

“Sing it from your heart! Sing it til you’re nuts! Sing it out for the ones that’ll hate your guts!”

Virgil paused. He knew the song, of course. He knew every My Chemical Romance song they’d ever recorded. But he was certain Roman hadn’t. Or would never admit it.

“Sing it for the deaf! Sing it for the blind! Sing about everyone that you left behind! Sing it for the world! Sing it for the world!”

Why? Why why why? Whywhywhywhywhy?

“Sing it out, boy, they’re gonna sell what tomorrow means.”

Virgil ran his hands through his hair, trying to get his sluggish brain to think, think, THINK.

“Sing it out, boy, before they kill what tomorrow brings.”

Boy. He said boy. The line says “girl”. Prince would never mess up a line, not without Anxiety’s influence, anyway. So what--

Virgil’s jaw dropped.

He was being serenaded.

Serenaded a My Chemical Romance song.

By Roman.

“You’ve got to make a choice if the music drowns you out, and raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth.”

Reluctantly, Virgil allowed Roman into his room. The Prince startled to silence as he looked around, recognizing fondly the Nightmare Before Christmas poster, but locking eyes with the bundle of fabric on the web-covered staircase.

“Hello...Virgil,” he began hesitantly.

“What are you doing?” Virgil asked blankly.

“I was...singing?”

“Sing.”

“Um, I--”

“No, the name of the song,” Virgil said. “That’s the song you were singing. Sing.”

Roman hesitated. “Y-eeeeees...”

“Why?”

“Well, you know I love to--”

“Sing, yes, I know, but that...” Virgil growled in frustration, looking at the prince with heavily blackened eyes. “Why sing My Chemical Romance? Why sing it at me?”

Roman avoided eye contact but said, in his usual proud manner, “Why would I not? A prince can not ignore someone in distress!”

Virgil noted he didn’t answer that first question. “And you thought the best way was to...sing at me?”

“Well, the others certainly weren’t helping!” he said haughtily. Virgil snorted. Roman gasped. “How dare you! This is what I get for trying to help?”

Virgil sighed. “Look, I’m just...having a...bad day.”

“For three days.”

Virgil blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been isolated from us, and Thomas has been depressed and inconsolable, for three days.” Roman said.

“It’s...that’s...not possible...” Virgil mumbled, looking down, brow furrowed.

“It is the truth. I have no reason to lie,” Roman said, his usual pompous air tainted by his worried expression. “Come out and join us in the main room. I’m certain Patton will make you whatever you want. Perhaps we can get Logan to watch a Disney movie with us?”

Virgil’s frown deepened. “Why are you trying so hard? You don’t even like me.”

Now was Roman’s turn to frown. “Now wherever did-- ah, I mean...yes, quite, that had been the case, but...since coming to, eh, understand you better, I have gained a new appreciation for what you contribute. I had hoped we could be...friends?”

Virgil looked at him blankly. “You want to be friends. With me.”

“Yes!” Roman said, sounding slightly exasperated. He sighed. “Perhaps I should just go--”

“No--no!” Anxiety said, abruptly standing up. When Roman looked at him, Virgil’s cheeks flushed and he looked away pointedly. “I’ll, uh, take you up on that movie offer.”

“Stupendous!” Roman said, excitedly. “I’ll fetch the others. Meet you in the main room?”

“Yeah. I’ll...be there in a sec,” he said. With a nod, Roman sunk out.

Three days. Three friggin days he’d been here. And Thomas had been doing nothing all that time? Had he eaten? Had he been looking out for his things? Had he called his friends? Showered? Cleaned? Was he OK?

“Virgil!~ Anxiety!~” a kind voice called from the window space. “Come on, kiddo! I’m making popcorn, just for you!~”

Virgil sighed. “OK, step one to helping Thomas is chilling the heck out.” He took a deep breath (in for 4, hold for 7, out for 8), and sunk out of his room, blankets in tow, and appeared in their commons.

“There you are, buddy!” Patton said, running up and hugging him too tightly, as he does.

“I was beginning to worry that I would have to retrieve you myself!” Roman said.

“Join us. We’ve chosen a film you will enjoy,” Logan said, patting the seat between him and Roman. He had a book in his lap, and clearly had little to no intention of watching, but he was there and that was what mattered.

They tried to help him. Even if they’d failed at first, it mattered.

After the movie, Virgil definitely did not serenade himself with Sing by My Chemical Romance in the bathroom mirror and pretend he was Roman singing to him.

“Cleaned up corporation progress, dying in the process, children that can talk about it living on the webways, people moving sideway, sell it til your last days, buy yourself a motivation. Generation Nothing, nothing but a dead scene, product of a white dream. I am not the singer that you wanted, but a dancer. I refuse to answer, talk about the past, sir. Wrote it for the ones who want to get away. Keep running.”

And if Roman might’ve heard him, and felt his heart sing in time, he would never say either. Because that would be embarrassing.

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls, every time that you lose it sing it for the world! Sing it from your heart, sing it til you’re nuts, sing it out for the ones that’ll hate your guts! Sing it for the deaf, sing it for the blind, sing about everyone that you left behind! Sing it for the world! Sing it for the world!

After that night, Thomas knew he would be OK somehow and his sunshine smile was back where it belonged.

[dezertt-song]

Panic! At the Disco : If all our life is but a dream, fantastic pros agree that we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be, just like broken glass to me.

My Chemical Romance: Cleaned-up corporation progress, Dying in the process, Children that can talk about it, Living on the webways, People moving sideways, Sell it till your last days, Buy yourself a motivation, Generation Nothing

Fall Out Boy: The Stench! The Stench! Of Summer Sex! And CK Eternity! Oh hell Yes!

[dork-with-a-uke]

I couldn't choose just one lyric, but I love this verse form Sing: Cleaned-up corporation progress Dying in the process Children that can talk about it, Living on the webways People moving sideways Sell it till your last days Buy yourself a motivation Generation Nothing, Nothing but a dead scene Product of a white dream I am not the singer that you wanted But a dancer I refuse to answer Talk about the past, sir Wrote it for the ones who want to get away

i’ve never really thought of the meaning of those lines but i really relate to “buy yourself a motivation” bc same 

send me ur favourite lyric and tell me why!!

[ao3feed-ryden]

sing; frerard

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pCsRwO

by frankiemo

cleaned-up corporation progress dying in the process children that can talk about it, living on the webways people moving sideways sell it till your last days buy yourself a motivation generation nothing, nothing but a dead scene product of a white dream i am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer i refuse to answer talk about the past, sir wrote it for the ones who want to get away

keep running!

Words: 504, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mikey Way, Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Ray Toro, Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith

Relationships: petekey - Relationship, petetrick, frerard - Relationship, Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, Ryden - Relationship, Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie

Additional Tags: MCR, Panic! - Freeform, FOB, idfk, ships, possibly smut

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pCsRwO

[p0is0n-is-th3-cur3]

Would you destroy something perfect to make it beautiful?

Sing it out Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings Sing it out Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs

For every time That they want to count you out And use your voice Every single time you open up your mouth

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls Every time that you lose it, sing it for the world Sing it from the heart, sing it 'til you're nuts Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts Sing it for the deaf, sing it for the blind Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world Sing it for the world

Sing it out Boy, they're gonna sell what tomorrow means Sing it out Girl, before they kill what tomorrow brings

You've got to make a choice If the music drowns you out And raise your voice Every single time they try and shut your mouth

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls Every time that you lose it, sing it for the world Sing it from the heart, sing it 'til you're nuts Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts Sing it for the deaf, sing it for the blind Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world Sing it for the world

Cleaned up, corporation progress Dying in the process, children that can talk about it Living on the webways, people moving sideways Sell it 'til your last days, buy yourself the motivation Generation nothing, nothing but a dead scene Product of a white dream, I am not the singer that you wanted But a dancer, I refuse to answer Talk about the past, sir, wrote it for the ones who want to get away Keep running

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls Every time that you lose it, sing it for the world Sing it from the heart, sing it 'til you're nuts Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts Sing it for the deaf, sing it for the blind Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world Sing it for the world

You got to see what tomorrow brings Sing it for the world Sing it for the world Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs Sing it for the world Sing it for the world

[kids-left-in-the-dark-blog]

Sing it out Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings Sing it out Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs For every time that they want to count you out Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth Sing it for the boys Sing it for the girls Every time that you lose it sing it for the world Sing it from the heart Sing it till you're nuts Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts Sing it for the deaf Sing it for the blind Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world Sing it for the world Sing it out, boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means Sing it out, girl before they kill what tomorrow brings You've got to make a choice If the music drowns you out And raise your voice Every single time they try and shut your mouth Sing it for the boys Sing it for the girls Every time that you lose it sing it for the world Sing it from the heart Sing it till you're nuts Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts Sing it for the deaf Sing it for the blind Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world Sing it for the world Cleaned-up corporation progress Dying in the process Children that can talk about it, Living on the webways People moving sideways Sell it till your last days Buy yourself a motivation Generation Nothing, Nothing but a dead scene Product of a white dream I am not the singer that you wanted But a dancer I refuse to answer Talk about the past, sir Wrote it for the ones who want to get away Keep running! Sing it for the boys Sing it for the girls Every time that you lose it sing it for the world Sing it from the heart Sing it till you're nuts Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts Sing it for the deaf Sing it for the blind Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world Sing it for the world Got to see what tomorrow brings Sing it for the world Sing it for the world Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs Sing it for the world Sing it for the world