#especially with frank and gerard for some reason

[highendphsrs]

Mcr Images That Very Much Have A Certain Vibe To Them That I Can't Really Put My Finger On At The Moment But I Know It's There

[werewolfsknn]

frank iero x drummer reader plssssss

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FRANK IERO X DRUMMER REQUEST. not proofread, more slowburn (?). 1.7k words.

His body contorted to the music, the poor instrument he seemed to torment every performance wrung around his neck. The stage rumbled with the group’s music, but to anyone staring up from the audience, it could look as though it was from the way he tore across the floor. Legs kicking, body bending backwards, frothing at the mouth – literally. A simpler way to describe the scene would be to compare his behavior to every symptom of possession. It was as if with every step of wreckage, it’d expel the demonic presence that would take over his body every night. An exorcism that could only be solved with the verses of the band over ones of latin. Anyone close enough to him was bound to end up with an open injury; Ray had gotten a gash to the head, Gerard a kick to the balls, and surely a few bones broke in the process. 

It was the very reason you were so suspicious of him that performance. The roar of the crowd was especially strong. The air was so cold, you could move to get the blood pumping. You could see him flail around the right side of the stage, not too close to you, but at least too close for comfort. You weren’t looking to be the next victim, playing the drums was taxing as is, you didn’t want some sort of wound to be added onto it. Still, you couldn’t leave your focus too much on the creature running amuck, you should be focused on the beat. So you turned your head back to the drumset, your grip tightened around your sticks and you swung hard to do your part. 

Unfortunately for you, your distraction led you away from the warning that came next. The guitarist was barreling straight for you,  too lost in his hellish overtaking. Only it wasn’t the devil that crashed straight into your drums, it was Frank. His body landed against the bass, the cymbals toppled over with a crash, and the back of his head slammed against the front of your face. By the time he had gotten out of the debris of his own mess, he turned to see you glaring in anger. Blood sprang from your nose like the fountain of youth, the red contouring your best features. That wasn’t what he should be thinking about, it should be how you were this close to grabbing him by his bullet-proof vest to put his head through the bass cover; if it weren't for your stubbornness, you would’ve.  The show must go on. If ray and gerard could suffer through it, then so could you. You hurried to fix your set, ultimately shooing Frank off with a wave of your fist. A quiet hint to how you’d kick his ass if he didn’t get quick enough. He understood with a face you couldn’t quite decipher. It didn’t seem as if he had felt guilty, as he kept playing with a more intense presence than before. As if the interaction had fueled it. You couldn’t help but be pissed, your sticks slammed harder against the surface, making the song seem more violence thrilled than it already was.

You were sure the ache in your nose was only deterred by the pure ferocity of your playing. The lights seemed harsher. You didn't feel worn down by the cold, not with a festering feeling in your stomach. By the end of the show, you were afraid it hadn’t calmed. The adrenaline might've worsened it. Your hands shook with a wrathful manner, if you didn’t get your hands on that freak you would burst. As soon as you were all free to the ‘dressing rooms’, you threw the sticks down onto the leather sofa. Frank had stopped to rest for a minute, a noticeable jitter in his leg. How could he sit there so easily, while you were still bruised and busted from his little performance. 

The others had left the room, not wanting to get involved with the rising tension. It might’ve been safer if they had stayed, Frank even prayed for it in the back of his mind. His tattooed hands immediately clasped together for some sort of mercy as he looked up at you. The sight would cause you to pause for just a minute, only to shake your head and point a finger of conviction. 

“What the fuck is your problem!?” you accused, your voice rising to meet the acoustics in the room. He squirmed at the tone, his eyes darting and his mouth agape as he tried to explain himself. 

“It was an accident, genuinely, i just got too caught up –” he frantically spoke, only to cut himself off in the notice that ‘accidents’ wouldn’t be a good enough reason. He stood instead, fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt, “here let me just, let me clean you up?”

This was a man close to groveling; he knew his tally for affliction was high, he was on thin ice with his demolition. There was no real excuse for what he had done. His body had been pulled by the holy spirit, guided to tumble and spin with the music. That wasn’t exactly how you had seen it. You were still angry, but you would let him talk your ear off with frenzied justifications. He was still taking accountability, just not in the way you wanted. He led you towards one of the big mirrors, urging you to sit in the chair across from it. You did, your body slinking into the cushion with a relief you deserved. 

With a glance to the mirror, you noticed just how insane you looked. Like the very roadkill outside the venue. Blood ran from your nostrils, staining your cupid’s bow and chin. It had been smudged around your jawline. Gerard only wished  he could attain this look, the only positive thought you could grasp from this. Your eye makeup had smudged in with the blood, creating a much darker expression across your face. 

You turned your head back towards Frank, giving a look that told him to talk and worked. He followed it up with one of their water bottles and a rag, to which he poured the water against it. Hesitantly he inched his hand towards your face, the rag hovering above your lips; as if he were afraid that you’d tear his fingers to shreds. Instead you puckered your features towards him, a small sign of mercy that he was grateful for. The rag brushed over your cupid’s bow, then up towards your nose. It left you to wince and pull away for a second. He only let his free hand move to cup your face, gentle, as to not poke the beast any further. He brushed on.

“I’m sorry, y’know?” Frank broke the silence, his voice quiet and his brows furrowed in focus on your face. Sorry my ass, you thought. The way he acted on stage afterwards didn’t help you to believe him. His stony poker face, the way he still bent to his twists and turns. Like it hadn’t even happened. 

“Didn’t seem sorry.” you mumbled, still glaring up at him. Even with the looks you were giving him, he didn’t pause his work. He was silent again, deciding to finish cleaning up his mess, again. 

“I really am, i was freakin’ out the whole time,” he set the rag down on the counter before them, “i was scared you’d tear me a new one.” oh, you wanted to. 

“I didn’t mean to get too close, I just kind of wanted to be near you, I guess.” he added cautiously, his hands twisting around the water bottle he had used to clean your face. “Wanted to see you play up close, you’re always so far in the back.” At the moment, it seemed like a pathetic answer, one to try and get back on your good side. You and Frank were usually on good terms, of course you were friends. During their breaks when they’d practice, he’d usually light up a cigarette with you, even asking for your opinion on the setlist – or if they sounded good that night. When you looked at him now, you could see that it was his genuine interest in your work. From one passionate musician, to the other. With the fresh, clean face the anger had cooled. You could pretend that it had just been the cold water seeping into your pores that did it, but you knew it was from Frank’s vulnerability. You leaned against the seat again, a soft sigh falling from your slightly swollen lips. 

“Next time, just ask if you can be centered near me on stage.” it was the only content answer you could give, and Frank let out his own breath of relief. He had worried the admiration he had for you would’ve ruined the friendship, as he knew he didn’t have the best ways of showing it – the example from earlier displayed that horribly. He nodded his head, but didn’t bother stepping back.

“You can’t lie and say that it wasn’t a fitting look though, right?” he huffed in amusement, one that tentatively waited for things to get back on good terms. “In fact, you looked pretty good under the light.”

“Yeah, and we couldn’t have just used some special effects, fake blood or something for that instead?” you gave into the tease, crossing your arms in addition.

“Definitely not, it’s gotta be authentic.” he cheesed now, the bottle being discarded towards the rag. Only this stupid band could get over a bloody nose so quickly, the bond too strong. You held your hands out to him for help, he happily pulled you up.

“But, I'll settle for makeup next time if I get to be the one to put it on you?” he added, allowing it to be a simple ruse to get closer to you, this time without a fracture. Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you led him from the dressing room, mumbling a simple ‘fine’. Your anger had evaporated within the first ten minutes of the confrontation, and yet it didn’t bother you. You looked forward to the crazy looks he could give you instead; where tomorrow’s performance, he’d be centered near you on stage, and cautious of his surroundings – just this once.

[m1lkywaywritey]

Aftershow

Relationship: mikey x afab reader (specifically danger days mikey !!)

Tags: Making out, thigh riding, handjobs, love bites

Summary: You love watching Mikey perform and you especially love it when he takes you into his dressing room after a show

A/N: TWO FICS IN ONE DAY??? thats crazy, girl jeans took me over a week then i crank this out in the same day. For that reason, this is super short but yeah, hope you enjoy! (and yes i did write this solely because of my thighkey obsession, leave me alone)

Word count: 1044

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Watching Mikey perform with the boys would never get old. Even when observing from the wing, the atmosphere they created was incomparable. You focused on the way Mikey threw his head back when he played, how he leaned into the guitar with his awkward knees and how his fingers skilfully worked up and down his bass. He looked so sexy and when he shot you a loving look during summertime you could’ve melted.

After finishing up the encore with Vampires will never hurt you, the buzzing energy had began to fizzle out, the crowd filtering out of the venue after a long night of screaming lyrics. Frank and Mikey came off stage right, where you were waiting for him and he enveloped you in a deep kiss, dipping you dramatically - still excited and pumped up from such a great show. You laughed in to the kiss as he brought you back but still didn’t let you out of his arms. Frank stared at the both of you with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Yikes get a room guys” He said jokingly, feigning a disgusted tone. 

“Good idea Frank” Mikey replied laughing, grabbing your hand and quickly dragging you towards his dressing room. 

“See ya later!” You called out to Frank from down the hallway, he let out a sigh akin to a disappointed parent and went to find Ray and Gerard over on stage left. “You were so good out there tonight baby” You said, directing your attention to Mikey as he continued eagerly guiding you to his dressing room, aching for some privacy.

As soon was you reached the room, he had you up against the now locked door, kissing you passionately. His keen tongue roamed your mouth and as he let out a few throaty groans, you wondered how long he was thinking about doing this during the show. You were both being incredibly touchy, his hands ran up and down your sides and squeezing at your waist while you scratched at his back and ruffled his hair pulling him in closer.

Neither of you broke the kiss as you travelled across the room, over to the comfy chair in the corner. You walked Mikey over backwards and used your palm to push him down onto the chair, immediately sitting on his lap, positioning yourself to straddle one of his legs. 

In the movement of your snogging, you found yourself grinding on his thigh. It wasn’t something you’d actually spoken to Mikey about, but you fucking loved his thighs and how they looked in his tight ass jeans. With every back and forth of your hips, your jeans created sweet friction on your clit - you whined into his mouth trying to chase the pleasure.

Mikey moved his attention to your neck, painting hickeys on your skin. “You gonna cum from just riding my leg sugar?” He asked in a honeyed voice. You nodded feverishly, moaning as he palmed your ass, guiding your hips to steady your rhythm. Your knee rubbed against his hard on with every forward thrust, Mikey grunting as it did. It gave you a taste for his moans and you only wanted more from him so you reached down to smooth over his length through his skintight jeans. 

You got exactly what you wanted, Mikey let a long, deep moan into your neck, the vibration making your hairs stand on end. Mikey’s beautiful noises only became louder and more frenzied as you untucked him from his trousers and began languidly stroking him. His whimpers begged for more and you were keen to give it to him.

As you sped up your strokes, your hips moved in tandem and with your grinding growing more erratic, Mikey could tell you were close. He began to bounce his leg in sync with your hips, maximising your stimulation and almost making you see white. Mikey was getting close too, hips bucking into your fist every so often, “You gonna cum for me baby?” He asked, his words strained in pleasure.

All you could get out were a series of breathy ‘yes’s  as you threw your head back, moaning loudly with your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm washed over you. The sight was so erotic - even with all your clothes on - it pushed Mikey over the edge, spurts of his cum likely staining both your clothes.

You leaned against Mikey in a comfortable silence for a few moments before it was broken by a startling knock at the door. “Mikey why is the door locked?” A concerned Gerard called out from the other side.

“I- Uuhhh- Two seconds Gee” Mikey said as he scrambled toward the door - you were lucky you both had your clothes on so there was no need to rush getting dressed in attempt to hide your actions - there was no way he’d know, right? 

Mikey slowly opened the door, putting on his best show to act casual. “What were you guys- ?” Gerard began to ask before he cut himself off. His eyes darted from your sweaty, slightly flushed, guilty faces, to your messy hair, to the bruises forming on your neck and finally to the cum stains at the hem of Mikey’s shirt. Like fuck there was no way he’d know. “Gahh- you guys are disgusting” He said, practically nauseated at the thought. “Hurry up we gotta go” He said rubbing his eyes trying to get the image out of his head before turning to walk down the hall.

You and Mikey shared a guilty look before bursting out with laughter. “Oops” Mikey said chuckling. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before gathering all your stuff to leave. You were the last two onto the bus, having to do the walk of shame as everybody stared at you both - knowing exactly what you’d been up to.

You sat down on the bus couch, leaning your head on Mikey as Ray spoke up, “So… You guys have fun?” He managed to ask the question with convincing seriousness as the rest of them erupted into laughter.

“Shut up Ray” Mikey snapped - trying to be defensive but also falling victim to the wave of laughter sweeping the bus. He opted to just lob a pillow at Ray instead.

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A/N: Sorry it was so short lol i wrote this in like an hour haha. Thank you for reading !!! (also i said snogging in this because i couldnt thnk of another word lmfao TwT)

[ifyoureanythinglikemes]

yapping time @gaveyouigaveyoui :) since we're allowed to talk about collabs this week......allow me to go on a few tangents with this one lmao this specifically is a topic I really love. if you follow me on my main then you'd probably already know that one of my other favourite artists is my chemical romance, comprised of gerard way, frank iero, mikey way, and ray toro. and though we have no *direct* interactions between the two or any sign of a collab all the fans of both that I know are manifesting one HARD and I'm gonna be outlining why :3

taylor's already collaborated with a good number of the major culturally emo/pop-punk bands of the 2000s (panic! at the disco, fall out boy, paramore) so she might as well complete the collection with The culturally emo band lmao.

both mcr and taylor always seem to have One degree of separation from each other as well. for one, all the bands listed above (especially fall out boy and paramore) are on good terms with mcr even now which makes sense since they were peers in the same 2000s rock scene. even jack antonoff has met gerard before:

and chris gutierrez (a figure adjacent to the 2000s scene who's important in The Lore™️ of it all but that's another really long story) has been a fan of hers since at least the 1989 era and has gone to eras tour twice. which brings us to this, which is probably the most direct taymcr interaction we have to date: (deadxstop is chris)

as for taylor's own connections to mcr we Do know that she has historically been a fan of culturally emo bands of the time for years so honestly I feel it's not a stretch to say that she's heard mcr. she's also done an apple music commercial that, although I can't it find in good quality, it had welcome to the black parade on the playlist (second song):

in conclusion taylor and mcr should collab because why not at this point and because I think It Would Be Cool, they could make a banger theatre kid coded track together, and also because I want it to piss off those mcr stans who love to shit on swifties for some reason. I'm also a rock taylor truther at my core so that probably also has something to do with it <3

[transmychem]

kicking off my first analysis…

the most “clearly trans” (or not?) song by mcr.

“Not That Kinda Girl”

this unfortunately quite literally involves gerard and how they seem themselves.

lets dive in..

“everybodys talking bout the way you left your man” not to be THAT person but… around the time this song was (most likely) wrote was when Gerard and Bert McCracken had a falling out… not to mention they literally held hands during the Under Pressure performance. so.. yeah “everybodys talking bout the way you held his hand”

now these could be interpreted as filler lyrics… however i would like to interpret it as Gerard figuratively drowning in the media’s portrayal of him and the expectations society has. kinda enough said..

ignoring the “borrowed” lyrics and the implications of that… jk.. there are a lot of implications of gerard borrowing lyrics from one of the first technically “feminist presenting” songs about a woman who is done with societies shit. sound familiar?…

“so say goodbye to all my friends” if im getting my facts right Gerard lost two good friend around this time… Frank and Bert… from my knowledge frank and gerard and well most of mcr for that matter were fighting and on the verge of quitting the band. and well i already mentioned what happened with Bert.

“i fell in love with her again” … this is obviously about Gerard and Lynz relationship.. a lot of people, even people close to him, did not want him marrying Lynz for countless reasons whether theyre valid or not. They got married around this time, and there was a lot of controversy because these things happen when youre a hot and famous rockstar especially a hot famous rockstar that kisses men… because the women want you the men want you and the gays want your representation. everyones gonna hate his spouse by default (not defending lynz (IDK anything about her)these are just facts…)

“everybodys talking bout the way you cur your hair” we know Gerard cut his hair and dyed it white for the black parade around this time. everyone was talking about it. obviously didnt give a flying fuck.

“everybodys talking bout the way you smoke that there” sensitive topic warning: … people were probably still talking about Gerards known cocaine addiction… and his path to sobriety and caring wayyy too much about what he does. they criticize him for smoking cigarettes bc ppl are insane and paranoid for some reason. i guess people are always hypercritical about celebrities especially if theyre a huge role model for vulnerable youth. Gerard has never cared too much about all that though. “i dont care at all”

now that we have established this song is clearly about Gerard, lets talk about a reoccurring line in this song

“cause im not that kind of girl”

this phrase has been kicked around for ages about women who sleep around or something. being “not that kinda girl” implies your “different from other girls” mostly in the sense that youre not a floozy or whatever… like lets not pin queens against eachother..

now why did Gerard use girl? he could have said “not that kinda guy/boy” but perhaps no one would get the reference unless they can read into the irony…

but i think Gerard likes the irony of using “girl” as a way to refer to themselves. because people have treated him and his relationship like hes just some “silly girl” or something. like they think Gerard is some kinda whore for kissing men and having gfs… the way society tends to view bisexual/queer people… (using bisexual bc theyve done things with guys and girls publicly and that makes you bisexual by societies standards..)

this song doesn’t necessarily have to do with being trans if you put it that way. Gerard is probably using “girl” to refer to themselves because of the irony.

but i’m gonna say this song is trans because why the fuck not.

thats just how i interpret it. it has trans vibes.

does not necessarily mean its about gerard, because gerard has made up so many characters for his music alone, why would this not be about just another character? the answer lies in the fact that all these things happened to him. hes talking about himself. isnt all singing, all lyrics, really about self awareness and self loathing or pondering of self? dont get me started… also the fact that all characters authors create are some fragment of themselves.. so yeah. referring to yourself as a girl (if you were born male) is just kinda trans…

now one last point after this conclusion. possibly a stretch. this song could be Gerard telling people they’re still queer even though they’re in a relationship with a woman. If this song is about Gerard being a girl then they’re saying they’re still queer for being in a relationship with another girl... tumblr dont FREAK. i said it was a stretch. (though it’s literally in the text…) but could just be like i said, just Gerard saying they’re still queer despite being in a “heterosexual passing” relationship and nothing else…

and this part i almost forgot… sorry for being all over the place i have adhd…. but this part kinda confirms my theory. “all your life i let you down”… is Gerard saying they let us down by letting society believe they are cis? idfk.

anyway. thats what makes me think this is the most off the bat transgender esque song.

transfems and lesbians this is YOUR song.

<3

[sixteenthtry]

Heya! I wanted to ask a fellow fan on here about a question about Bob since I’m too scared to go on reddit. I hope this question doesn’t come across as disrespectful about Bob, but I was curious if Bob ever felt or was considered an outsider of MCR. I think about this because some Reddit comments say Gerard, Mikey, Frank, & Ray already were pretty tight and then Bob was considered an outsider. I also was listening to a one MCR’s era vids from a YouTuber and he says that along with some of the tragic trauma he had and his feud with Mikey he probably felt resentment for being an outsider. Again this is just speculation from others but I just want to know what at least one fellow MCR fan thinks.

Hiii!! I'm not sure if this is any value to you since I have been a fan for only a year so I'm relatively new; but I don't think I've ever heard of Bob being considered an outsider when he first joined mcr, especially seeing how the members of mcr have talked about him during the years (i.e. Frank).

I know the fans may have had some negative opinions about him during the tbp era because he was another one of the ever-changing drummers that for many reasons mcr couldn't keep for long (lol). But then again he seemed very different from the others and he wasn't into being in the public eye much so it's hard to say if he was truly seen as part of the group, considering he joined in 2004/2005.

As for the drama between him and Mikey I don't really know much about it but I don't think it had anything to do with it explicitly, since the accusations started around 2010 (I think?) so he would've left the band way earlier, *allegedly* because of creative differences in the making of the new album.

Bob evidently struggled with mental health and other people and it's easy to see in his Twitter rants, so I find it hard to pin point his behavior to a specific event, considering the conservative spiral he went through after leaving the band.

But also keep in mind that I don't really have a singular source for all of this information that I could point you to because I have learned this over the course of the year so take everything I say with a grain of salt; and honestly in terms of mcr lore Reddit can be a hit or miss but many of the people there are older and they were fans during those eras, so they're probably more reliable than me.

[99pansy]

Hiii I kinda know a good amount of mcr lore but I feel like I’m missing something with the drama between them and the used bc I saw this one post about my chem taking bob and Brian from the used but idk if that’s all there is to it. And it seems like u know ur stuff so I thought I’d ask you, thanks!

i think the generally held belief in the fandom is that gerard and bert stopped being friends because gerard wanted to get sober and bert was holding him back

from my perspective, this was only a tiny part of what happed between them.

bert has some serious animosity toward mcr. especially in recent years, for some weird reason.

pretty much every time he performs the "chemical romance" lyric from i caught fire, he holds up his middle finger. there have been many instances of him very indirectly (but quite obviously?) randomly throwing shade at mcr during performances

there's also the whole song pretty handsome awkward which is pretty much undeniably about gerard. bert also said he felt like mcr got big-headed due to fame.

i have an opinion without a will to prove it, so I guess I'm just going editorial mode here

i really think bert had some (unreciprocated?) feelings for gerard that left him completely heartbroken. gerard might have led him on or was unwilling to be public about whatever their relationship was

this video of gerard saying "me and bert don’t date.. but we go out in a musical sense" is pretty telling, imo

there are some crumbs indicating gerard and bert's relationship seemed questionable during the taste of chaos tour

i also think there's a reason why photos/interactions between bert/frank were pretty much nonexistent until they toured together without gerard after the mcr breakup in 2014:

kinda weird how as soon as gerard is gone they're taking these pics together! it's almost like they were both pissed at gerard and bonded over it

and i can't think of any other explanation why bert would still be so hung up on this situation after all this time lol. it's honestly excessive.

[neontrashman]

I think I’ve figured out why people ship people who are straight allies together (specifically in bandom spaces)

I think a lot of the reason is just how rampant homophobia was/is, or just indifference to queer struggles. As a queer person (and especially as queer youth), it’s very rare to find that heavy/unwavering support from straight people in the real world like there is from people in bandom spaces. (At least in my experience)

I’m a sense, I think it conditions a lot of queer people to believe that kind of support doesn’t exist outside of the support of other queer people/in queer spaces. And also a lot of these band members were expressing support for the LGBTQIA+ community and not expressing the same ignorance around queer topics at a time where it wasn’t typical for straight people to say/show that support.

(Too lazy to find the videos but insert here the clips of that interview from 2007 where Gerard Way and Frank Iero are talking about homophobia (which is a whole other can of worms to unpack w/ Gerard’s expression of gender queerness/fluidity and his distaste for labeling his gender/orientation), and the interview with Pete Wentz and Joe Trohman where Joe asks the interview ‘what’s wrong with gay?’)

ipso facto, (not full blown fact but whatevs), the thought process for a lot of queer people in bandom spaces becomes “this person has shown support for the queer community, and they have before it was really socially acceptable, they must be queer themselves.

This is also muddled by stage gay and the jokes about being gay that at some point don’t feel like 100% jokes after they’re made so many times (I’m looking at you Pete Wentz)

It could also just be that these lil guys act gay asf idk lemme know what you think

[whorecoded]

Make a tier list of your sonas pleaseeee

OMG an ask. in my inbox... HI!!! i can do this but it took me a minute to really think . heres my list! with pics for fun :3 i will say that this is actually so hard because my sonas reflect different parts of us collectively not just the host, dirk's. like while they are explicitly dirk's sonas he did try to put a lot of thought into representing more than just him. thats also part of the reason each sona is based on aesthetics. darling is lovecore, dizzie is scene, nova is space, chorus is angelcore and reve is dreamcore. all of these are things we collectively enjoy and represent different parts of us, although we do also have a collective sona lol. i will also say we love all our sonas so dearly like aughghgh

1) darling - i feel like once i got her design down drawing her just became so natural and cmon. he is so pretty you cant look at him and tell me you DONT want him. be for real! not only that but lovecore is just so fun and like come onnn the horns and the heart bun and the cute locs like. also shes been really helpful for us to explore drawing our ACTUAL body type and not just like an Attempt at making her Slightly bigger. hes hot as fuck and people love him and he is fat, like us, and it makes us happy to think about :3

2) reve - I JUST MADE THIS GUY but its so fucking cute are you squidding me. i LOVE how he looks and im so so satisfied with the colors and just the theme looks so .. well thought out LOL. which is rare for us and also the unicorn / fae theme it has going on is really fun for us because we identify with a Lot of different things therian/kin/system wise. not only that but reve is meant to represent our more neurodivergent tendencies. he hides his eyes because he has a Stare that many would describe as offputting. he's not keen on masking behaviors like stimming or needing personal space or music to help him throughout the day, and this is something we've been trying to be better about

3) nova - nova was the first to be created out of these 5 goobers and theyre currently undergoing another revamp. weve always felt his design was cute but a little bland, im going to be updating his design to blend it more with his first designs! shes getting her chest fluff back :3 once i add some of the details we miss about stars old designs im sure that they'll be on par with reve, space themes are OUR JAM!! and we identify very heavily with space and stars, so we're excited to give him back some old starry patterning too. heres an icon of him below by a lovely artist showcasing his older patterning! such a cutie !!

4) dizzie - dont get me wrong i love dizzie a lot especially with his banger new hairstyles, i think he's adorable and we finally got his pattern down but BY GOD was it a challenge. dizzie has probably gone through the most overt revamping, weve been figuring it out and i can pretty confidently say we are in love with his current design, we just have to draw him more <3

5) chorus - i feel so bad putting chorus at the bottom of the list because angel themes are also so uscore but we barely draw him :( this will change soon because with the lore we're giving these 5 theyre all gonna be interacting with one another in the band they have, as well as the counterpart band we made for them! chorus is the bassist in the band gummypawz that all 5 of these guys are in and it has a counterpart in the band mourning maws that is like evil chorus LOL. his name is judas and theyre very gerard way / frank iero coded <3 all that to say chorus is actually a really good sona for us to do vent art with, we actually did a redraw of something we did last year using chorus last night, so have that!

anyways THANK YOU FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY TO YAP im so fucking sorry that it got this long i know this was probably way more than you were expecting but im a grade A yapper and i will not shut the fuck up about my guys. everyone ask me questions about them forever and ever please 😄 also an apology for if any of this was incomprehensible im currently a little bit maybe possibly High. THANK YOU AGAIN!!!

[chemnections]

When I listen to Frank's lyrics I can't help but wonder who is he writing the angry songs about, do you have any opinions about it, since he said he only writes from personal expirience, and for some reason I can't see him writing them about his wife, for the most part? And do you think any of his songs are about G? I think at least 2-3 of his songs are about him? I mean it could be even more what do I know? But also it could be none of them are about him?

And do you think any of G's songs are about Frank? From MCR or any other?

combine the interview where he said he only writes about real life with the one where he talks about writing songs as continuing on a conversation. see the sick state he was in during danger days into the band break up, then how healthy he looked after being back at home with jamia. i don't think he is singing about her in the angry songs. he is usually forthcoming when a song is about her, like she's the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook and all i want is nothing - songs about choosing her. then the for jamia ep. i think she is good for him and doubt they have an unfinished conversation that requires several albums to hash out.

so i do think they are about gerard. their behaviour around the break up really showed the conflict between them even if they played nice. and for frank's songs to be about anyone else and have no one have an inkling of a clue requires him to have a secret double life, so occam's razor to it being a significant person in his life who he has conflict with who holds power over one of the most important things in frank's life his career with mcr and who clearly hurt him. especially when it turns out he started writing some of the songs during the danger days era when conflict was ongoing.

i do think frank has written some songs directly for gerard, and some others that are more about his values/experiences that he does point in gerard's direction. not all his songs, but honestly a good portion of them.

i also think gerard writes about frank. millions is a very clear example. and it is also an example of a call and respond thing they both have going on with certain themes and symbolism. in millions, the william lyric was confirmed on twitter by gerard to be a reference to the smith's song 'william, it was really nothing' and then back to frank's 'all i want is nothing'. another example opff the top of my head os frank introducing stage four fear of trying as being about an acrobat - basically a bullshit story to hide the real one which is something gerard does sometimes. get the gang together, how it's going to be and action cat are songs for the band break up/ frank. likely zero zero, too. drugstore perfume is likely shade towards jamia, and his mother at times. some of his singles, too, but not all. 'baby you're a haunted house' is 100% for his wife for example.

i personally think gerard wrote some mcr songs for/about frank, too. a lot of their themes come from that time, and how they interact in some songs like the 'trust me', etc.

and gerard definitely writes about frank in the umbrella academy, it's really not a stretch to assume he writes about him in his music, too.

[hyacinthi-mortem]

One of the reasons I left TikTok was because of the insane standards that band members were held to, there is a massive culture on there that's centred around what is essentially the normalisation of eating disorders, and it seems to be projected onto whoever people idolise most.

I've seen it happen predominantly with Patrick, Frank, and Gerard.

None of them are fat, and even if they were it is not an aspect that matters if you enjoy their music- tumblr is a much better space where bandom flourishes and yes, it's still relatively toxic in some spaces but I think that's unavoidable

Anyways, regardless of size or shape I love Patrick and Gee, especially in their current eras where they're HAPPY, which matters most

We need to talk about how some of the FOB fandom treats Patrick.

I am on TikTok, and yes, that's where what I'm going to say happens most often. It seems as though most people view Fall Out Boy as just Pete, discrediting Andy, Joe, and Patrick.

Yes, Patrick is praised for his vocals, but nearly never his looks. While that's not inherently bad, he is already insecure. So, while his best friend is getting endless attention, he's only receiving recognition for his singing. This, I have noticed, is very fatphobic in some ways (I hate that word. He's not fat, but I have no other word to use).

The majority of edits I see of Patrick are solely soul punk era, when he was at his thinnest. Yes, he was very attractive then, but he's always been and always will be. More people need to acknowledge that.

It feels like the same way the My Chem fandom treats Gerard, praising him so heavily for revenge era, which was when he was thinner than usual. It's inadvertently, if not entirely, depending on the person, fatphobic. I love Patrick (and Gee), and I wish people would realize how attractive he is, outside of just the soul punk era.

As a girl with an ED who really appreciates body positivity, I know we need to be more positive to everyone!

[xocasper]

The Moon and Stars

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Fifteen: Overstimulation Warnings: NSFW content Tags: oral sex, dacryphilia, hurt/comfort, sub!gerard, praise kink, gender-neutral reader Word Count: 4125 A/N: Woo! Kinktober is officially over! I almost gave this a Moon Song title but decided to save that for my many unwritten Frank angst fics. Anyway, thank you to @/mcrredacted’s anons for fueling this fic. Enjoy!

There were many things that Gerard didn’t understand.

He didn’t understand calculus or quantum physics. He didn’t know how he got here, or how trees and people were formed from hydrogen and dust. More than anything though, he didn’t understand you.

Sure, he could grasp base-level information about you. You were pretty and sarcastic, and you never made him feel stupid. The confusing part though, was why you liked him so much.

Sometimes he’d catch you staring. It wasn’t intimidating, but rather softening, making him melt as you gazed at him wondrously. He’d lay his head in your lap, watching old cartoons on Friday nights, and your hands would comb through his hair, occasionally pausing to hold his cheek. And he would look up at you, all innocent and sweet, curious at first before sending you a soft smile. For as much as he loved you, sometimes he thought you loved him more—even if he’d never admit it.

I mean, you told him that all the time. How much you loved him, how pretty he was, how happy you were that he was yours. You’d mark up his neck with lipstick kisses and he would get all flushed and whiny, pouting until you kissed his lips. Kissing would ultimately spin into heated make-out sessions with Gerard in your lap, rutting against your thigh and whimpering until he came in his pants. Sweet shame would boil up in his stomach, and he’d burn and look away, mortified by his own actions. But even still, you found him precious, your lips moving slowly against his before helping him change. And no matter how many times it happened, he could never understand it.

That didn’t mean it stopped though. Even if Gerard didn’t find himself worthy of your attention and love, you still treated him with the same tenderness. It wasn’t like he didn’t want it, he just didn’t think he deserved it—especially today.

He’d been off virtually the entire day, and you couldn’t figure out why. Even if the reason wasn’t a necessity, it would help to know why he was being so quiet, shutting himself away and hardly leaving the basement. Typically, when you’d come over, you’d hang around the living room or walk up to the gas station. But today, you’d simply hung around in his bed, Gerard hardly moving as you watched some kitschy horror movie. Occasionally, you’d glance over at him, kissing the seemingly-permanent frown on his face. It didn’t do much, only winning you a tight-lipped smile before it returned.

You had to get to the bottom of this, or at least find a way to help. After another round of silence and loving pecks, you knew you were getting nowhere. With a sigh, you slumped against his wall. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Gerard paused as you spoke, mulling over his response. He never wanted to worry you, and this really wasn’t important anyway. He sighed too but shrugged instead of answering. You thought for a moment, torn between pulling the truth from him and leaving him alone. After a moment, you chose the former, deciding that it was worth one more try.

“Gerard,” you tried again, your voice soft and genuine. “What’s the matter?”

His eyes stayed glued on the television, distracting himself with grizzly murders while the truth came out. “I’m not enough for you.”

The way he said it made you freeze, slightly shocked by his response. He sounded as if he believed it, and he gave himself a mental beatdown as he spared you a glance. You looked so heartbroken, caught off guard by his response as you rolled towards him.

“Oh, baby,” you frowned, tentatively reaching toward him. “Who said that?”

Meekly, he cuddled into your chest, moving for the first time in an hour to bury his head in your neck. His breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine, but you remained placid while you carded through his hair.

“Me,” he pouted, sighing with a hint of embarrassment. “I just—why? Why do you love me?”

Dumbfounded, you gave a vague response. “Why wouldn’t I love you?”

“That’s not an answer.”

You smiled softly, knowing how flustered he would get over an explanation. While you stroked his hair, your eyes fell shut, satisfied by the neediness in his tone. “You really want to know?” you asked, and you could feel him nod against you. “Because you’re sweet and caring, and you’re so good to me. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

He blushed, but he still wasn’t content with your answer. “There are lots of pretty boys. Why me?”

“Do you want me to show you?”

Naively, he nodded, sitting up with intrigue. “Good boy,” you cooed, stroking his hair while he waited to be kissed.

You couldn’t leave him waiting like that, so you tilted his chin up and pressed your lips to his, receiving a happy hum from Gerard. He liked kisses—the domesticity and how he could get them any time. It wasn’t like you could drop to your knees and give him head on the subway, but you could hold his hand and kiss his cheeks until he blushed instead. Your lips were soft and moved fluidly against his own, and your hand unfurled to cradle his cheek. You treated him with such fragility and care that he could’ve cried, and his heart practically swelled as you licked at his lower lip.

His lips parted, but you pulled away, letting him whine and catch his breath. “See? You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?” you breathed, caressing his cheek while your other hand traced circles on his waist.

“Mhm,” he hummed, leaning in again.

Much to his dismay, you pulled back. A sly grin decorated your features, “Say it. Tell me you’re my sweet boy.”

A crimson blush coated his cheeks, and he wiggled in your lap. “I’m your sweet boy.”

Your smile only grew, but he bit back a sheepish groan. “See? You’re such a good boy.”

Again, you kissed him, but this one held more passion. He responded with more certainty, finally grasping where your head was at when your hand slipped beneath his shirt. Gerard was going to learn how much you loved him, and he was already starting to believe it.

You gave into your own urges, tugging his hair while you kissed him, relishing in the surprised moan that tumbled out. Gerard always sounded so pretty in pain, as shameful as it was to admit. Tears would well in his eyes, threatening to spill over final straws, and you were always there to wipe them away. But god, did he look pretty when they streamed down his face, his chest heaving and cheeks pink, near-silent whimpers cracking through sobs. It was his vulnerability that got you going, and you wanted it now, too. Not over spilled milk, but something better.

He initiated the next few kisses, eliciting soft laughs from you as he chased after your lips, desperate for your touch. “Be patient, baby,” you told him, brushing your lips against his.

Aside from a hopeless whine, Gerard complied, letting you hold his jaw and slip your tongue past his lips. It swirled against his, easy and slow until you pulled away with his lower lip between your teeth. The gentle tug had him moaning again, and you swept your tongue across his lip once more, soothing the soft nip. “You sound so pretty,” you murmured, returning your hands to his hips. “My pretty boy.”

Gerard warmed up at your nicknames, melting in your arms while you caressed his skin. Your hands lingered on his stomach for a moment, tracing over his hip bones and the curve of his waist, and you had to pull away.

“God, look at you,” you said again, lifting the hem of his shirt. “You’re so beautiful.”

The subtle peek beneath his clothes gave you a familiar rush, an eclectic mix of love and lust. You kissed him one more time, warm and slow, etching the taste of your tongue into his memory forever. He was still slightly pink, shifting in your lap as he grew hard beneath his pajama pants. You knew what you had to do, pulling away gently with a final kiss to his cheek.

Slowly, you brought your lips to his ear, ghosting it as you whispered a request. “Lay back against the pillows for me, okay?”

Gerard nodded, reluctantly climbing from your lap and laying flush against the mattress. Curiosity and need swam in his eyes, and he shifted impatiently while he waited to be touched. You paused for a moment to study him, letting your eyes wander across his figure. Even in simple tees and Star Wars pajamas, he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.

Sat at the end of his bed, you spread his legs and settled between them. It was a temporary position, meant for nothing more than stripping him, but Gerard still burned as you ran your hands along his thighs. Anticipation surged through him, and your fingertips danced towards his hips, briefly passing the bulge in his pants, to which he gave a sharp inhale.

“Be patient, baby,” you told him. “Be my good boy.”

He whined high in his throat, something pathetic and weak, fueling your desire to break him. One of your hands lifted his shirt up, the other splayed across his belly as you smoothed over it. “Pretty,” you hummed, his skin soft beneath your palm.

“No,” he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

”Yes,” you nodded, placing your hands on his, waiting for them to unfold. “You’re pretty.”

Hesitantly, he pulled his hands away, not without a loving squeeze from you though. Gerard had always been insecure about his body, but you made it your mission to build his comfort. He was beautiful, and he deserved to feel that way. With lingering reluctance, he let you lift up his shirt, hiking it over his head. Your gaze stayed locked on him before gliding down to his chest, porcelain and pale. Carefully, you leaned down to kiss him, catching his lips between yours.

You were always fluent, lips moving languidly while your hand stroked his hip, using the other for stability. Slow kisses grew deeper, and a softer sort of passion hung in the air as they lingered lower. Down his neck and across his collarbones, now spotted in a light rouge, until you were kissing down his sternum. He could feel his insecurities melting away as you scattered light pecks across his stomach, humming sweet words simultaneously. Then came a tug at his pajama pants and the sound of his hitching breath, signifying your real intentions.

They weren’t malicious, but rather salacious, a deep desire for him growing in the pit of your stomach. A mere glimpse at him triggered an onslaught of filthy ideas, and Gerard lay oblivious to your plan.

“Will you be good for me?” you asked, gentle and encouraging.

He nodded, “Mhm.”

It was soft and sure, a small smile tugging at his lips. He expected something innocent–a peaceful blowjob and a few affirmations, but he was painfully wrong. Neither of those would set in long-term, and he’d continue to look down on himself unless you did something memorable. Gerard deserved the moon and stars, and if you couldn’t give them to him, you’d make sure he saw them.

Beaming back, you slid off his pants, revealing his hard-on beneath them. A small wet spot had begun to form, his boxers stained with arousal. Shamefully, Gerard looked away, mumbling an apology. He had been grinding against you earlier, sitting in your lap and shifting suggestively, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. Instead of acknowledging his embarrassment, you positioned yourself on his mattress, stroking his thighs while you kissed him through the fabric.

They were nothing like the kisses you had given him earlier, soft traded in for sultry. They were hot and open-mouthed, and he bit his lip to prevent a quiet cry. Gerard was always so sensitive, and just the pressure of your tongue through his boxers made him writhe. Your hands toyed with his waistband, fiddling with the fabric as you continued to caress his hips. After a quick–and apologetic–buck, you caved and stripped him.

With anyone else, he would’ve felt self-conscious and embarrassed, covering himself up and swallowing his shame, but you were different. You looked at him like he was made of glass, some pretty china doll meant to be admired rather than touched. Thankfully, you didn’t believe in the second part, even if you paused to stare up at him. It usually made him flustered when you gazed at him like that, and he’d turn away with a crimson blush, whining at you not to stare so blatantly. Now, he appreciated it, going weak while you watched and touched him with fragility.

“My beautiful boy,” you soothed, nipping at the inside of his thighs while his hips threatened to thrust. “I know, baby.”

God, he wanted to move so fucking bad, but he wanted to be good. He wanted to be your good boy, patient and demure, and far less needy. He couldn’t help it though, letting his hips give a soft jerk while you sucked kisses onto his thighs. Your hands held him down, pinning his hips to the bed when your tongue soothed each bite, promising pretty marks that you’d tease him for tomorrow. He never really minded though, simply accepting them as a reminder that you were there. And here you were again, mere inches from his cock, and yet you abstained from touching him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to–you were playing a game. He could whine and beg all he wanted, but the power was in your hands. Soon after the first round of pleas, he’d be begging for a different reason.

“You remember our colors, right?” you asked seriously, and Gerard could feel his heart pause.

He swallowed hard, turned on at the idea of something rougher than this. “Yes.”

“Good boy,” you praised, narrowly missing his cock as you swapped sides.

A soft whimper slipped out, but you ignored it, mimicking your earlier behavior with wet kisses and pretty bruises. Gerard could barely wait in grocery store lines, so he’d surely break soon. It was ironic, really, how he was trying to avoid begging for you, even if it was your goal. His strength was being tested, but you could play this game a whole lot longer than he could.

When he finally broke, it came in the form of a whimper and bucking hips. “Please,” he cried softly, searching the air for friction while you neglected his cock.

He was already panting, having lost his shame a minute ago, and since spent his time jerking his hips. Like a good boy, his hands were balled into fists to avoid getting himself off. At least he had that going for him. Satisfaction had never tasted so sweet, and you swelled with pride as he squirmed on the bed.

“Please what, baby?” you asked innocently, letting your fingers trail towards his cock.

He looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting–no, needing–you. Your hands, mouth, anything to relieve the incessant ache. “Please touch me,” he begged, practically crying at your resistance.

“You can wait a little longer, right?” you asked, and to your surprise, he shook his head.

Gerard let out a dry sob, but he wanted to make you proud. Despite himself, he nodded. “I can wait.”

And so it began again. The light touches ghosting over his skin, sucking hickeys onto his hips and thighs until he looked like a leopard. Your tongue was so close to his cock, but still so far as you traced over each bite. Finally, your lips brushed over the head, and your tongue dipped out again. This time, it wasn’t to soothe a hickey but to clean up the pre-cum smeared across his cock.

Gerard mewled as your tongue dipped along the slit, gliding your tongue across him and dribbling saliva down his cock. Everything had increased tenfold, and he was already crumbling while you kissed his skin. Your hands had wrapped around him, holding his cock like a fucking prize while your tongue worked at the tip. Gerard was a prize–a gift, an angel, and putty in your hands as you sucked him off.

The basement was chilly, but your mouth was warm, giving him goosebumps as you flattened your tongue against him. Periodically, you’d pause, twisting your hands around him while praise flowed from your lips.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” you said, kissing the tip for good measure. “Got such a pretty cock.”

Gerard moaned at your vulgarity, and his hips jumped as your lips wrapped around the head. He couldn’t understand how you could say things like that–words that would turn him red in a voice so sweet. It was a clashing combo, but it had him moaning and begging for more, babbling indecipherable pleas as you slid his cock into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he whined, grabbing for your hand. “Please, fuck.”

He was so sweet like this, begging to hold your hand with his cock in your mouth, and you complied. With your hands interlocked, you let him settle on your tongue, heavy and thick as he slid further into your mouth. In turn, he continued to moan, quiet and pretty while you bobbed your head. He was already breaking beneath you, certain that he couldn’t take any teasing as you pulled off. Another weak cry broke through the air, Gerard expecting more waiting, but you wrecked that idea real quick.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, you jerked him off, listening to his moans get progressively louder. Thankfully, he tried to invite you over when his parents were at work, otherwise, you’d have a lot of explaining to do. Gradually, his hips thrust more, until he was doing nearly all the work himself. The most you could do was match his pace, squeezing his hand tight before letting go, and pressing his hips to the bed.

“Please let me come, please,” Gerard begged, on the brink of tears as your cheeks hollowed.

Before you could give him any indication, he had tossed the idea of permission aside, coming down your throat with a harsh buck of his hips. “Sorry,” he managed, his voice broken as he tried to catch his breath.

You came off slowly, certain that you looked a mess as you glanced up at him. “Good boy,” you said again, stroking his thighs gently.

Gerard was completely spent, tired after the teasing, and more so after coming. But when you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, looking so beautiful and apt to please, asking him “Color?” he couldn’t help but say, “Green.”

As the word left his lips, he already knew he was in trouble, but you didn’t let on right away. Sometimes you cleaned him off after–it couldn’t be more than that, right? It seemed like the right assumption as you stuck your tongue out, gliding over his cock. He was already going soft, melting into his mattress while you licked him clean. It was dirty, but sweet, Gerard reaching out his hand to pet your hair as if he wasn’t just begging for you.

“We’re not done yet.”

He hummed, looking up tiredly, spotting you in the same position between his legs. “What do you mean?”

“Can you be good for me?” you asked, and he nodded.

It was enough, and you started stroking him again before he could go totally soft. Now, Gerard was stuck in the middle, trying to get over his first orgasm while handling the oncoming second, not to mention the ridiculous sensitivity that was plaguing him. There was this odd sort of gray area in between, and that’s where you had left him. He couldn’t do much other than whine and curse, reaching blindly for anything that could keep him stable, only to fall flat and cling to bedsheets.

He could feel himself shaking slightly, and as embarrassing as it was, you were still sucking his dick. There was no shot in hell that he wouldn’t be shaking, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip while you put your mouth on him again. Who fucking knew that someone who spoke so pretty could suck dick like that?

Gerard quickly decided that he was not cut out for this, but like hell would the word red leave his throat. Not when you were mouthing at his cock like that, restarting with wet kisses that trailed down to the base, flattening your tongue on the underside of it as if he wasn’t slick enough.

“Shit, fuck,” he cursed, his legs shaking as his hips bucked off the bed. “Please.”

Gerard didn’t even know what he was begging for at this point, too caught up in how your tongue felt on him to care. Everything he said came out as a whine, and it went straight to your stomach, twisting in knots as he begged for something. He was convinced he could handle it, his knuckles blanching as he clutched his sheets, only to let out a sob as your lips wrapped around him.

Before he knew it, he was down your throat again, and your tongue was sliding on the underside of his cock. He could hardly think, grasping for something to say, something other than a curse or plea, but your tongue was flicking and swirling and he could barely breathe. As it turns out, the only thing he could do was cry.

And so there he was, biting back tears while you bobbed on his cock for the second time, trying to pull another orgasm from his overstimulated body. At the sight of his watery eyes, you pulled off, concerned.

“Are you okay?” you asked, and he nodded quicker this time. “Give me a color, baby.”

Gerard couldn’t have responded faster, blurting out, “Green! Please, green.”

As you anticipated, the tears began to fall, streaming down his flushed cheeks. “Oh, my pretty boy,” you told him, still stroking him gently. “Just one more, ‘kay?”

He sniffled, “Okay.”

Before he could learn to breathe again, he was back in your mouth, feeling like he would die before coming again. Everything felt like it was on fire, and yet he still wanted more, crying and begging for you, spilling tears and intelligible pleas while you took him deeper. Like fucking hell was he going to last any longer, diminished to a sobbing mess while you jerked him off.

“Look at you,” you moaned, pulling off for a moment. “Look how good you’re being for me.”

Again, he cried, still sniffling as he wiped at his tear-stained cheeks. He could feel everything, everywhere, from his head to his toes, moaning as your tongue swirled around him. You knew when he was close–he would tighten up with his head thrown back, arched off the bed as he searched eagerly for something to tether him. There was nothing like that now though, and he clung weakly to his comforter while you pumped his cock.

“Please,” he sobbed pathetically. “Please let me come, please, I’ll be good.”

You locked eyes with him, “Be a good boy, then. Come for me.”

Never had Gerard heard anything more angelic, looking at you like a godsend as he cried brokenly. All the tension in his body seemed to cease, turning into waves of aftershock and incessant shaking. His legs fucking hurt; in fact, his entire body hurt, sore and amazing. The pain had gradually blurred into pleasure, painting him in serenity as he lay against the pillows, desperately trying to catch his breath.

His chest heaved as you made your way up the bed, kissing him gently as your thumbs wiped away his tears. Gerard barely had the energy to kiss back, and his breath shook from racking sobs.

“Pretty boy,” you hummed, kissing away his tears. “You did so well.”

Despite his exhaustion, he gave you a sweet smile, rolling over to rest his head on your chest. You embraced him as he settled, stroking his hair as a few remaining tears fell from his eyes. “I love you,” you reminded him, and he went soft all over again.

“I love you too,” he told you, cuddling closer.

You knew you didn’t have to tell him how much–he already knew. All the words in the dictionary couldn’t encapsulate it anyway, so you held him a little closer instead. He would certainly need a shower before his parents got home, but for now, he could rest in your arms, finally starting to understand.

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[raytorosaurus]

pls tell me you don't think disliking lynz is misogynistic lol i must've misinterpreted that

nope! it's totally fine to dislike lynz, i also don't like her myself. she's said some very questionable things and MSI grosses me out, as does her association with jimmy urine. i already know people will want to take this the wrong way so i want to make it clear that i'm not defending any of that. i'm pointing out an irritating mindless pattern of behaviour in this fandom that is immature and reductive at best and misogynistic at worst, which includes:

1. the intensity of the vitriol that is directed at her being disproportionate to most of the men ppl blog about who have done/said similar, if not much worse, things. and honestly in a lot of cases disproportionate to what she's actually done

2. the fact that i see so many people (especially on twitter) blindly jumping on the bandwagon of hating on her often without knowing what exactly it is they're hating her for - and even then, most of the reasons i see parrotted on twitter are either contextless and overexaggerated or not even one of the aforementioned valid reasons for disliking her. i don't know how to tell you this but if you believe everything on lynzuglyliar you need to reevaluate how you engage with information on the internet lol

3. the level of glee with which people hate on her, which truly smacks of old-school fandom misogyny reserved for women who marry your faves or get in the way of your favourite ship. on twitter especially it honestly truly feels like people are delighted to have a wife of the band they're "allowed" to hate on lol. i know a lot of that is coming from teenagers who will grow up and learn more self-awareness but that doesn't make it any less annoying or disappointing to see

4. the ridiculous mental gymnastics required to hate her so much while continuing to be a fan of the person who is married to her and in love with her lmao. sorry but if you truly think she's that irredeemable why are you still here

like. i hate msi and i go out of my way to avoid listening to them. but it's worth keeping in mind that the kind of shock-jock edgy gross music they wrote was not exclusive to msi in the 2000s. i hate it too and think it's stupid and counterproductive to whatever point it's supposedly trying to make but it was like. a thing for a while unfortunately. it was bad at the time and it aged even worse, but gerard and frank at the very least, and probably the others too, vocally enjoyed it. frank voluntarily chose to tour with msi and mcr performed with them multiple times and were always excited about it. if you truly think lynz's involvement with that band is indefensible, you should extend at least part of that criticism to mcr too. the amount of times i've seen people saying "omg frank hates lynz so much" is fucking ridiculous, and it's based entirely on the same kind of conjecture that led people to believe mcr didn't remain close friends after the breakup lol. if you have to make up things like that - or worse, make up and spread infidelity rumours or actual domestic abuse allegations (it's not even rare to see this on twitter) - to excuse their association with lynz/msi, you need to take a look at yourself tbh

this is partly a twitter-specific problem because that platform is literally set up to disallow meaningful or nuanced conversation but it's really exhausting to see hundreds of snippy "she's the devil" tweets and if you say anything vaguely critical of the the way fandom treats her you get immediately shot down with "why are you defending A Racist" with zero context or clarification. i hate to break it to you but if lynz is A Racist of an irredeemable level, so is gerard. hell, so is frank for blindly listening to and promoting black metal bands with nazi associations when he as a metal fan should know better and do his research. lynz's racism in question is the kind that's overwhelmingly common among liberal white women who are into witchcraft-type stuff. again, i am not condoning it, it's still wrong, but you cannot hold her to different standards than you do the guys in mcr. i'm just saying if you're able to acknowledge gerard's questionable statements and attitudes in the past, condemn them, acknowledge that he's changing and learning, but still go on liking him as a person and supporting his art...what is the reason you can't do the same for lynz.

i've seen people on twitter accuse lynz of plagiarism in an impressively tone-deaf misinterpretation of her art genre, sometimes the same people who would call gerard doing something similar a clever reference. i have literally seen people quote male members of MSI making sexually objectifying and openly misogynistic comments about lynz as some kind of gotcha saying "look, even her bandmates don't respect her" and like...if you can't see something deeply wrong with that i don't know what to tell you. i've seen COUNTLESS people bring up vague information "revealed" by her actual estranged family members on twitter after people stalked them to try to get dirt on lynz and if you think parroting back contextless one-sided information from other people's private family drama isn't a) about the least reliable source of information ever and b) deeply disgusting and inappropriate, i really don't know what to tell you

if you despise lynz to the point where you're in mcr's comments telling gerard to divorce her (again. i shouldn't have to say that this is disgusting behaviour) or booing when they perform summertime or accusing her of infidelity or abuse (which i cannot stress enough are rumours originally made up by frerard tinhatters) or anything like that, why are you even here. like what mental gymnastics are you doing to be able to remain a fan of gerard at this point. none of this is activism, if anything it's counterproductive to your point because it's indicative of the lack of critical thinking or maturity that's necessary when you're engaging with topics like casual/unconscious racism and normalised sexual abuse in the music industry

i'm probably not going to say more about this because this isn't really the hill i want to die on considering i don't even particularly like her myself but please i am begging you approach your dislike of lynz with just a little bit of critical thought and self-awareness instead of just blindly despising her for things that most of the men we blog about are also guilty of.

[xxfangirl365xx]

Okay chat, my thoughts on the paper kingdom "leak"

So I have a few thoughts, I heard this last night b4 I saw anyone else was talking about it, somebody dm'ed me on insta with the file and I listened to it.

First thought was it might be AI just bc Gee's voice sounds so....idk like sad. It's not the way he usually pronounces some words and some parts seemed a little off. But it sounds too put together to be a demo if that makes sense, so it wouldn't make sense why it sounded kinda off if it was a finished product.

HOWEVER

there are some parts when listening I feel like an AI would stumble over and make gibberish or glitch out, and that sounded very real and undeniably Gerard's voice. But I don't wanna get my hopes up too high. (a little add on, Warner is also trying to take the recording down like crazy, which is very very sus lol)

Ik this is like, an old recording from when the band first wrote it so it's not a new recording. But I feel like for an mcr5 type of situation here the band would 100% start a project from scratch. Maybe if they really liked a song or two from scrapped projects put it in there but I don't think they would continue with Paper Kingdoms. Just the dark and depressing nature of it, I feel like they would start something fresh. Frank said in a interview in 2020 somewhere that the guys like starting projects from scratch, that's why foundations wasn't a song that they made a while ago and they just finished, it was brand new.

To reflect the bands comeback/fresh start and just overall different mindsets now of not being pressured and making things at their own leisure I feel like they wouldn't have a reason to remake paper kingdoms, especially since pretty much all of us know about it already, so it's nothing new. I'm def on the side that they would do something relating to swarm tour. Something in that realm feels very on brand and there were so many foreshadowing moments watching the clips from shows feels like watching a movie almost with the different costumes and random little phrases and skits and stuff Gee did. It feels more likely they would build a story and album off of foundations of decay and swarm tour and the stuff written on the drum heads.

Okay almost done my rant sorry

also I've seen people saying it was not right to have this leaked bc the band but specifically Gerard said this was a very bad time for them and paper kingdom didn't like up to what they hoped and they never wanted anybody to see it, so I feel bad by listening to it cause it goes against the bands wishes or not having anybody see it. Which is understandable, towards the end of mcr the guys were not really having fun anymore and just were not vibing with it anymore, so anything at that point wasn't in the vision and prob got them frustrated they couldn't make the record work. Gerard even said b4 that he had all the records worked out in his head before the band even took off , Bullets,Revenge,Black parade. Danger days (at that point) wasn't even in the picture. He said anything after black parade felt like betraying his ideas. However as we know Danger days happened and Conventional weapons happened (weather or not that's counted as an album I'll never know lol but it's still there)

So I feel like Paper kingdoms isn't meant to happen. I understand this is just an old leak but I really don't mind myself believing too much that it's going to become a full album release. MCR is much much more likely to do an album with their newer vibe, and revised sound and visions that work on a old project that supposedly caused so much frustration and pain. But who knows. They r very curious little critters. MCR has done more unexpected things.

anyways thank you for listening to my little rant :3

Quick question,

[mieux-de-se-taire]

Danger Days - Part 2

Save Yourself - one of my favorites from Danger Days, definitely my favorite Danger Days intro, that simple opening melody is just so perfect, and then the lyrics, god the lyrics, every single line fucks so hard, and they’re arguably some of the best Gerard ever wrote, this song is just everything distilled: the anger and resentment while still being catchy and fun, the raw cynicism paired with the will and determination to live and care for others, the martyr complex in full force with contemplations on legacy and immortality, the song is just screaming “I’ll die for you! I’ll die for you!”, as a fuck you to the media and those who commodified their suffering and the suffering of their fans, and as a promise to their fans, I’ll protect you, I’ll die for you, I’ll die for you, and isn’t that the message underlying all of Danger Days and Conventional Weapons, christ, and then how legacy is tied into it: “We’re never leaving this place alive / But if we sing these words we’ll never die”, “We can live forever if you’ve got the time”,  “This ain’t about all the friends you’ve made / but the graffiti they write on your grave”, when making and joining a band saved your life but then spiraled out of control and fame threatened to tear you apart again but the very thing that’s killing you is also your legacy and the reason you will never die because you will always be remembered and hated and loved, and what kills you keeps you alive, the poison is the cure, oh my god, I don’t know if any of this is coherent, I love this song so fucking much 

Scarecrow - on the surface one of the happier songs MCR ever wrote, but stupidly devastating when you really listen to the lyrics and learn about the context and deeper meaning, still such a bright, summery, comforting song, one of the most important Danger Days songs I would argue, especially the lyric “Love won’t stop this bomb” (3:07), which is one of the central themes on this record, and as a follow up to save yourself, the repetition of the idea that the end is inevitable and they’re going to die, but instead of anger, scarecrow is more about comfort, it feels like a love letter to their fans, the band still acting as martyrs but focusing more on the listener: “He burns my skin / Never mind about the shape I’m in / I’ll keep you safe tonight”, and knowing that love won’t change anything, but caring anyway, man, maybe Geoff Rickly is right

Summertime - a great transition from Scarecrow by keeping the cheerier sound but actually making it joyful through some truly tender and sweet lyrics, it’s so sappy, almost excessively so, but there’s something so pure and genuine about it, which I think is one of Gerard’s greatest strengths as a writer and a singer, to be able to write very simple lines that would otherwise sound cheesy and phony (think Famous Last Words “I am not afraid to keep on living / I am not afraid to walk this world alone”) but delivering them in way that feels so honest and resolute and making you believe everything they say, it’s also interesting how unabashedly positive it is considering the darkness and anger or bittersweet melancholy that seems to accompany joy everywhere else on this album, Summertime becomes a breath of fresh air

Destroya - completely unironically my favorite Danger Days song, actually the first I heard other than Na Na Na, it fucks so hard, I always have to sing along with the chorus, it’s just so infectious, and the drums, man, it’s one of the most aggressive and powerful sounding songs on the album, and there’s something hypnotically and subversively menacing about it, especially how it was performed live in 2022 with Gerard growling and screaming with demonic vocal distortion, it sounds like a kind of battle cry, which is part of why the extended moaning sections are such a bold and unique choice, but it works in a weird way, at least once you know to expect it (and it’s not live and Frank isn’t genuinely whimpered and groaning on stage sir this is an all ages show), it’s just so angry and weird and fucked up and incredible, and it has some of my all time favorite Danger Days lyrics like “If what you are / is just what you own / What have you become / when they take from you / almost everything?”, which is a brilliant line that ties into the themes of criticizing commodification and consumerism found on Conventional Weapons and Danger Days, also “You don’t believe in God / I don’t believe in luck / They don’t believe in us / But I believe we’re the enemy” is such a raw line, god it’s such a great song, fuck anyone who just reduces it to just the “horny” song 

Kids from Yesterday - probably of one the best songs on the album, especially how they performed it live in 2022 and 2023 with the extended outro (Ray Toro what the fuck is wrong with you this is devastating), it’s so bittersweet and nostalgic and just brimming with love, they always describe it as a song for themselves and you can really hear and see the joy and love among them when they perform it, while other songs feel like promises to the audience, Kids feels like a promise to each other, “I love you. I love you. I will always love you”, it’s so fucked up, “I’ll find you when the sun goes black”, unforgiveable, and it’s also interesting how they revisit legacy as a theme (”You only live forever in the lights you make” is one of my favorite lines in the entire album) and discuss many of the same struggles of fame as other songs, but do so in a far less angry way, it puts less focus on the band as a single entity to be exploited, revered, and hated and more focus on the individuals and how their legacy relates to them as people and their connections with one another, god, it’s just such a stunning song, wish I could listen to it more but I literally can’t handle it

Goodnite, Dr. Death - I really like the radio transmission at the beginning, but I usually skip this one because I don’t feel the need to listen to the American national anthem on the regular, especially not with the very painful (cool sounding, but painful) jumpscare at the end, that being said, it might be favorite of Dr. Death Defying’s interludes, because it’s much calmer and more muted, almost soothing, but disturbing at the same time with how casually death is warned against in an address to children, really adds to the world building, and “Even if you’re dusted, you may be gone, but out here in the desert, your shadow lives on without you” is such a cool line

Vampire Money - so fucking funny, I don’t even know what to say, the iconic roll call intro and countdown followed immediately by the deeply poetic line “We came to fuck”, the fact that it was changed to “We came to suck” in the clean version, the fact that Frank says “Oh I’m there baby” sounding like he’s talking about sex rather than playing music, which he has never once (at least to my knowledge) properly said live and even refuses to acknowledge, the way the whole song is making fun of how people latched onto and then commodified their vampire symbolism and aesthetic early on, and specifically being asked to write a song for the twilight movies, god, I love how they’re so aware of and continuously willing to poke fun at how they’ve been portrayed and perceived over the years, and I also love how malleable this song is live, changing lyrics in little ways every time they perform it, another great example of Danger Days songs being best live

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Kinktober 2022 with Az 😉

Hello friends! And welcome to my personal Kinktober 2022 list - I hope you enjoy your stay... 

Here’s how this is going to work 

my requests for this particular list are now closed

day prompts will be assigned a person on a first come first serve basis - so if you snooze, you lose! 

any prompts that aren’t filled by the 28th of September will be assigned a person by me, either with a specific person I had in mind or by a lucky dip process 

prompts will be posted in their numbered order. So if you request number 29, it will be up on the 29th of October. No sooner. 

if you want to make any additional requests related to a certain prompt, then please do! As long as the detail you want isn’t under my list of things I won’t write, I’m happy to add things in :)

People I will write for: 

- MCR: Gerard Way/ Mikey Way/ Frank Iero/ Ray Toro 

- IDKHow: Dallon Weekes/ Ryan Seaman 

- Twenty one pilots: Tyler Joseph/ Josh Dun 

NOTE: my prompt list is now FULL - but you are more than welcome to keep requesting horny things for me to write. I can’t promise when they’ll get posted as I’ll obviously be prioritising the October challenges for now, but I will get around to them.

The basics: 

- most importantly: no matter how much you like my work, DO NOT put it into spaces where the real life subjects of these stories may see them (i.e. tagging people on twitter, copying links into a discord server etc). It’s one thing to write fanfiction based on how we imagine real life people to be, but shoving it in those actual people’s faces is crossing a MAJOR line. Boundaries are important, people. It’s okay to have sexual thoughts about people. It’s not okay to make those people aware of them - especially if they don’t know you personally. 

- all ‘reader’ characters will be written as being OVER 18. If you are under 18, please do not interact directly with my work. If you decide to read it, that’s on you. But no comments please - you will be blocked. 

- I will not write: incest, explicit non-con, daddy/mommy kinks, kinks related to the use of real weapons. That’s about it. 

My ‘default’ reader character:

- gender neutral

- more on the submissive side

Please add as much detail as you want to requests, I’ll do my best to keep up with it all!!

And now, for the fun part... 

First Time | Frank Iero x fem!reader

Phone sex | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Oral | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Aftercare | Mikey Way x fem!reader

Praise kink | Ray Toro x reader

Angry make-up sex | Mikey Way x reader

Sir kink (teacher x student AU) | Frank Iero x reader

Quickie | Gerard Way x reader

Mirror sex | Gerard Way x reader

Overstimulation/ Edging | Frank Iero x reader

Vampire AU | Ray Toro x reader

Breath play | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Shower sex | Mikey Way x fem!reader

Public sex | Gerard Way x reader

Spanking | Ray Toro x reader

Friends with benefits | Frank Iero x fem!reader

Restraints | Tyler Joseph x dom!reader

Morning sex | Mikey Way x reader

Size kink | Ray Toro x reader

Toys | Frank Iero x reader

Lingerie + Costumes | revenge!Frank x fem!reader

Pegging | Gerard Way x (afab)nb!reader

Outdoor sex | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Jealousy | dom!Mikey Way x reader

Caught masturbating | Gerard Way x femdom!reader

Anal | revenge!Frank Iero x fem!reader

Temperature play | Dallon Weekes x fem!reader

Secret relationship | Gerard Way x reader

Sensory deprivation | Frank Iero x reader

Roleplay | Gerard Way x reader

Threesome | Frank Iero x fem!reader x Ray Toro

Open spaces on this list do not currently have a person assigned, therefore I am open to requests for those. 

You may notice that this list isn’t quite as kinky as some other Kinktober lists. That’s for 2 reasons. 

1. There are some things I just don’t know enough about to write (and researching them could be a bit dodgy) 

2. I think people with slightly more vanilla tastes should be able to enjoy Kinktober too <3 

So let loose and have fun - and keep your eyes peeled on every day of October...