There is no other band like MCR. Like I'm not even joking. I like a lot of music but no other band makes me feel like MCR does. It's like fucking meth or something. Like MCR is it's own whole experience. It was made to be listened to from start to finish with my upmost attention on it. MCR in a playlist is good, great even, don't get me wrong, but just listening to MCR in full, through a whole album (or all of them) is a whole different experience and it's just AMAZING. It's so hard to explain but ya. MCR just like scratches my brain in the most perfect way and I can't describe it. Anywho... MCRs my favorite band (if you couldn't tell lol)
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Genuinely cant stop thinking about how emo renfield Is. Sorry goth renny truthers he literally has my chemical romance and paramore In his playlist
I think about him In the 2000s and become a rabid feral raccoon. Frothing at the mouth thinking about him buying three cheers for sweet revenge on CD and blasting It In his room while dracula seethes In the other room. Thinking about him sneaking out one night to go to a fall out boy show. Thinking about him begging drac to go visit new jersey. Thinking about him reading my Immortal as It comes out and giggling and kicking his feet In bed and Infodumping about It to dracula and always telling dracula (very loudly) when a new chapter Is out. Thinking about him painting his nails black and enjoying finally feeling like he fits In In a group of outcasts. Thinking about him watching twilight because he heard paramore made a song for It and he gets really Into It while dracula judges him from afar
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“surrender the night” from conventional weapons i think is actually about a car crash?? maybe??? but i just imagine gerard’s nurse character desperately and determinedly driving someone they love who tried to commit su*c*de to hospital in an ambulance and trying to save them
idk man that’s probably not the idea behind it but it’s what i imagine while listening to the lyrics. seriously read the lyrics!! in my mind i can just see this person, desperate and angry and full of so many emotions trying to save their friend who doesn’t want to be saved.
“and i’ll watch you while you sleep
you can fight this all you want
but tonight belongs to me”
i can picture the music video so clearly. bonus points if the person who needs to be saved is ghost of you soldier mikey and she’s imagining that he came back from war and hurt himself because of his trauma (because as awful as that is it means she would actually be able to save him)
yk because it’s a vintage war nurse uniform that he wore at the concert?? and there’s lore??? music video lore?? okay yeah i’ll see myself out this post is probably completely incomprehensible
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Gonna start printing out pics of Gerard from this tour and pasting them to a ring binder like I'm a 14 year old girl in 2006
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now imagine taking this version of masculinity:
[New York, New York// The Shining// Pal Joey]
which is so inherent to where you grew up, a type of masculinity that maintains a legacy that looms over the way you shape yourself, the way the people around you shape themselves and press it onto you, and in some ways it’s comforting, but it’s never comfortable. and the more you grow, the more you see it as enabling, as suffocating, and you have to get out, but sometimes it feels like maybe it will always have that hold over you.
and then turning it into this:
[Phantom of the Paradise// Velvet Goldmine// The Rocky Horror Picture Show]
saying i can take that, which has felt so present my entire youth, which has felt like a trap, and finally being able to flip that type of masculinity as something that can be fun, that can be playful, that can be joyous, that can be morphed into the glitter and shimmer of something new. that you can poke fun at this thing that felt like such a part of you but was never comfortable, that you can still feel that nostalgia rooted so deep in that home soil, but you’re no longer bound to it, you can turn it into a simultaneous ode to the pieces that shaped you and also a snap back at the parts that made you feel so trapped all those years ago. you can take that clay, you can take out the hard bits, you can smooth it out, mold it into something better, something more beautiful, something more vibrant, you can create.
that’s healing, that’s what it’s all about. sucking out the venom, spitting it out, but not before swishing it around in your mouth, committing the taste to memory and choosing to remember the sweetness rather than the bitterness. here, the house always wins, because it’s you, and you did it your way, you took everything laid out before you and you had fun with it, you teased it, you mocked it, you changed it, you shifted it to fit, you pushed it into the realm of joy, you did it your way.
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