#mcr forever and ever. okay

[sharpestlives]

not the life it seems (2014) by tom bryant / doom patrol (2016) by gerard way / wikipedia / MCRLA5 / drum writing from MCRSYDNEY2

[frnkiebby]

*drops these at ur doorstep like a cat with a dead mouse* look !! fray !!

i fucking CANNOT~🎃

[diegoshargrieves]

ngl if i am genuinely being honest. i think listening to mcr again made me want to genuinely try and get better instead of just waiting it out

[sixstringpansy]

"the thing about that song, it's funny because. It was kind of like, a party at the end of the world. I don't know. Maybe it wasn't enough of an end of the world at the time. But now everybody really seems to want to party to it..."

[genderfreakxx]

I’ll never forget screaming the lyrics to Famous Last Words in real time in a room full of other queer people for as long as I live

[hey-blackgothguy]

Wow...a 5 second clip of a souncheck sure did make me remember how not normal about this band I am

[lifewasperfect]

I will never reach the same level of pure unidentified feeling as I did that day September 27th, 2022.

[fxdizz-y]

GHOST X GEN Z + GN!READER

A/N: Hiii first fanfic on tumblr kinda nervous😣 I'm not going to take request just yet this is all for my cravings💀🙏🙏 I'd love if you teach me scottish slang too!

Pairing: (mainly) Ghost x gn!reader || slight Task Force 141 x gn!reader

C/W: Strong language, age gap, fluff, kinda suggestive flirts, Ghost being a boomer, dark humor, no use of Y/N, your call sign is 'Spring' (the metal one), teasing, not in the same timeline as the game, they simping hard for each other

T/W: unhealthy habits (skin peeling around the nails etc)

(Don't mind the song I just listen to it while writing)

『••✎••』

Your life was dull, nothing seems to made you excited anymore. Don't get you wrong, you have an okay childhood, even though you had force yourself to grow up at some point but you didn't mind all that much.

Not like you ever did, you're that 'nice' kid that let people borrow their belongings and seems to don't hold grudges.

But in truth, you weren't that nice. No, you did hold grudges, the only reason you didn't say anything was because you knew that it'll be pointless to argue and you just over all wasn't a social kid.

When you finally hit off to high school, you instantly realized that it'll be hell.

And you weren't wrong.

You were one of those alt kids that wear band shirts and heavy eyeliners. Admittedly it was kind of fun.. But the bullying just drove you to the edge.

But those were memories in the past.

You're 23 now, fidgeting your fingers and scraping the dead skins on your nails, standing next to a woman with dirty blonde short hair.

Her icy blue eyes stare right ahead of you both. She had introduced herself earlier, her name is Kate Laswell.

You both were waiting for some dude to show up, apparently he's supposed to come and get you so you can officially be in his little group.

After what feels like years, a man finally make his way to you, or more likely, Laswell.

– "Price."

Laswell said, turning towards the man, you took a step behind Laswell, hiding yourself from the taller male.

– "Laswell."

The man greeted, before continue.

– "And where is this rookie?"

'Price' ask, his eyes scanning the room. Laswell scoff and give your back a harsh pat, making you step out of her shadow.

– "Price, this is Spring."

– "What."

Price look at you and back at Laswell, clearly hoping this was some sorts of joke.

Unluckily, Laswell eyes tell the truth.

– "For fuck sake, that's literally an INFANT! "

Price exclaim, gesturing towards you while keeping his eyes on Laswell.

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes, keeping your composure.

– "Where the fuck is your manners? You either take them or have troubles missing a skilled hacker."

Laswell snaps, glaring at Price.

The corner of your lips tug up at that, feeling happy and flustered.

Price groans and turns to you, looking at you up and down, judging you hard.

– "Oh my fuckin.. You know I can't just put a baby with the toddlers, the big boys can be mean sometimes."

– "The baby are the meanest, trust me."

Laswell sigh out, pushing you towards the captain.

Price sigh in defeat, before just nod at Laswell.

– "I'll take them"

He grumble before mentioning you to go outside, which you obeyed.

When you made it outside you wait for the captain, which come after you after a few moment.

He gesture to the car and you sat on the backseat.

He quirk a brow up but didn't question it.

The way to your new base felt like forever, especially when none of you decide to talk. So being you, you hums to yourself to MCR.

You were into your own little world and didn't noticed how Price glance at the mirror sometimes to look at you.

He didn't speak of course, just silently observing and quite enjoy this rather than painful silence.

After quite some time the car park at an unfamiliar base, well to you anyways.

You scrambled out the car and went back to fidgeting your fingers, scrapping and peeling off the skin around the nail etc.

Price glance at you and pat your shoulder, a quiet sign for you to follow.

You follow without hesitation, stuffing your hands in your camo pants pocket and let your eyes wander around the place, taking mental notes on which path leads to where since you figured you'll be staying here for awhile.

Each steps you take only make your excitement grows, something that you haven't felt this strong for ages.

Your eyes sparkle with wonders like a child again and you have a great feeling about this, despite your captain bad first impression.

You both walk into a room and the captain told you that your team would be meeting you when they arrive, so you sit on the small locker and swinging your legs, feeling nervous.

You didn't let your mind wandered for too long when the door swing open and 3 men walks in.

And good grief.

They were huge. And you didn't mean it in the dirty way.

Like literally. Especially the one in the back. Despite being behind the two other men you can clearly tell that he's the tallest and the biggest, his skull mask stands out as his eyes stare right into you, you feel absolutely fucking naked under them.

Price motion for you to get down and as you hop down you could almost feel your knees gave up.

– "Hello sailor.."

You mumbled, eyes glued to the tallest man in the room. You could tell that he's about 6'2" and a half.

Luckily Price didn't heard what you just mumbled and continue on introducing you to the team.

You smile cheapishly at all of them, deciding that it was enough eye candy.

– "Aye Rookie?"

A man with faux haircut call you, whom recently introduced himself as Soap wink at you playfully.

– "Name's Spring, sir."

You said, winking back, returning the energy.

– "What's with the name?"

Gaz ask, patting your back.

– "I can do em big jump, sir!"

You exclaim proudly.

Gaz look at you with mischief in his eyes, despite being older you can already tell this guy means good trouble.

Soap, who's probably the closest to your age sling his arm over your shoulder.

– "How 'bout yer show us hm?"

He said, letting his arm fall from your shoulder.

You nod and looking around, looking for a perfect thing you can jump on.

Before it lands on one and only Lieutenant.

Soap immediately notice and give you an unsure stare, knowing how Ghost hate physical touches.

– "Lieutenant?"

You call out, a fuzzy feeling form on your stomach.

And it explode into thousands butterflies when his eyes snaps to you, before they turns gentle.

It may look like he's glaring down at you but you both know that if you look close enough, you'd see the soft, gentleness in it. As if he's being careful to not scare you away. Or maybe it's your imagination.

You sure hope it's fucking not.

Ghost couldn't even believe it. He doesn't believe in this whole love at first sight deal. Just ridiculous.

And ironic isn't it, Lieutenant?

He wasn't listening to your chit chats before so when a soft voice calls out for him he was surprised.

And he craves more of your voice. He wanna hear you say his name.

And god you're so tiny standing in front of him.

You look so.. So fragile to him.

– "Uhm.. Sir?"

You call out again, slowly placing a hand on his arm, fucking desperate to get his attention back.

You definitely awoken something in him with that.

And you knew it when you can feel him tense up.

Ghost focus back on you again, nodding for you to do whatever you want.

Soap and Gaz was FLABBERGASTED.

L.T being soft? Man they whish they could record this right now.

But that'll be a dead wish.

You jog behind him, before running up to him and jump high. And holy shit.

You didn't lie.

You could almost jump over him.

But you didn't since there wasn't enough space, instead you land on his shoulder.

You would be concern for the neck you could broke but you weren't in your gears so you weren't heavy.

You cheers when you land on him, almost sending him to the floor.

He pause. Unsure how to feel.

[mychemicalraymance]

mcr isnt over... remember when everyone said they were over forever and ever and then they werent? okay yeah cool

[basment-bunni]

Each Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge songs in one sentence.

according to me

Helena:

It has a very 'radio hit single' sound, it's still very good and will have me singing along.

Give 'Em Hell, Kid:

(The beginning of this song makes me go feral) It's a droner, the guitars sound and are mixed in a way were they sound continuous, like a car motor, It hits my ears like a wall and is not only all over this album but all over 2000s rock as well.

To the End:

When ever I listen to this song it feels like it could go on forever, they main riffs and drums make it feel like staring out a window in bus or car, it just keeps going.

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison:

The droning riffs it feels similar to Give 'Em Hell, Kid but is spliced up with choppy bits that add to the overall feel and make it a song that sounds like a nervous breakdown turned angry rampage.

I'm Not Okay (I Promise):

She's a droner again, same stuff I said as well as sounding very very 'hit radio single', its an easy song to digest and is kinda overplayed nowadays (in my opinion).

The Ghost Of You:

This song is bipolar, the melodic bits in-between juxtaposed with the chorus give the feel of someone catastrophising a bad situation to the point of breakdown, or your on a rollercoaster and just hit the top.

The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You:

MASSIVE droner here, specifically the chorus, the rest of the song is spliced nicely with fun guitar complex guitar parts and harmonic piano. It also sounds as if MCR took a beloved pop song and gave it their own rock-spin on it.

Interlude (yes this counts):

Its sounds like a song you'd hear on a religious radio station in the middle of the woods or someone writing/practicing it through the walls of a cheap apartment.

Thank You for the Venom:

Its a growly song, from the guitar to the way the word are sung, it sounds like an angry creature on the attack, the solo kinda sounds helicopter-ish too.

Hang 'Em High:

YE HAW, I know this song cant escape the cowboy comparisons but that is for a reason, other than that this song sounds out of breath and desperate, like someone on the run, it's got that same continuous motion feel as Too the End,

It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish:

It's got that same continuous motion feel as Too the End and Hang 'Em High (three in one wow) this one feels a bit more like a drunk man stumbling to the end of the earth, it keeps moving but unstably and erratically.

Cemetery Drive:

Similar to Ghost Of You with the changing moods but this time it feels more fatigued, the lows are low and the highs are falling quicker to the lows (the drums at the beginning marching band like in this for no reason).

I Never Told You What I Do for a Living:

Its choppy and aggressive, there's a creature attacking and they're putting everything they've got into killing, it won't stop and there is nothing you can do.

[meat-wentz]

can i ask where you find all your old merch? i’m on a lot of collector + thrifting sites but i never have much luck

the key is checking every day multiple times a day. when i’m collecting (aka when i have expendable money), i usually cycle through this rotation of sites a few times a day: ebay (probably the most successful for me), mercari, poshmark, and depop. i actually hate depop so so so much because the sellers are delusional and the inflation is fucking insane, but occasionally you will find someone selling a whole lotta goodies for very little. mercari is truly a hit when it’s a hit and poshmark is probably the BEST in terms of how low you’ll actually be paying for something (like when you find something good it’ll usually be like the most reasonable price and sellers are really generous with discounts and offers). i’ve used grailed a few times for some splurge pieces but i tend to avoid them as well. there’s also this really cool tool called gem.app where it searches the whole internet for items for sale. on all of these apps i have alerts and saved searches for: my chemical romance, mcr, fall out boy, fob, frank iero, clandestine industries, frank iero, death spells and leathermouth (those last two are DEAD there’s never anything new lol). but it also takes patience like sometimes you just wait for the right price for you and sometimes it will take forever but eventually you’ll be like oh sweet someone is getting rid of their closet from 9th grade that’s been sitting in their mom’s garage for 15 years. i have set rules for myself like i’ll never pay over $100 for a piece and if i do it’s getting good wear like a hoodie or a jacket. and you just stick to your rules on things like that and you’ll know okay it’s not the right time to buy. also people love collections and sometimes if you post yours people will wanna send you stuff for discounted or free or other collectors will send tips on finds they might stumble across in their search!!

edit: ALSO, best tip ever is always sort newest instead of most popular or best match. those will always show you things that have been up for a while and haven’t been bought yet, most likely because they’re insanely expensive, but sorting by newest is your best chance of just getting to the listing FIRST before all the hounds descend.

[ask-sebastian]

Starting with something slightly timely *chuckles*

This has always been on of my favorites......especially if Saturday's karaoke's antics were any indication.

Besides just using it to torture my friends with my voice, I played this a lot when I was growing up. I had a bit of a hard home situation, and at the time it felt almost like I had to hide it. With that, there was so much frustration trying to go about school, sports, or what have you.... and every day looking at others and trying to conceptualize why they had such normal lives, while mine was falling apart.

Totally on me that I kept it to myself, but when I felt like I had nothing left to offer at times because of it - this song would just get turned all the way up and remind me to keep going.

Even now, just feels good to share all this with you and with the crazy gremlin corner of tumblr that we're all sharing. so ......here...

take another THANK YOU

again. (I find myself sprinkling them out to you like you're a cupcake these days.)

One of the best things about music for me is that not only can it offer an outlet for emotions we either don't understand or can't process, (or even just don't want to deal with) but also can be a beacon of hope, a guiding light, or a galvanising force that just gets us through another day.

Thank you for sharing with me. I am sorry that your home situation was difficult, and even more so that you felt you had to hide it. That makes it feel impossible to deal with at any age, but especially at that age.

I am a firm believer that it is okay to not be okay, and it is important to have people in our lives to help us in those times. I hope everyone in the HL community knows that your pain is never a burden to me. I am but a DM away if you ever need support and will do my best lift you up and help carry the load when it feels like too much. Sometimes we can't do it alone, and there is no shame in that. 🖤

My love for MCR is well documented here. It is not only because I consider them creative geniuses, but also because their music got me through some really rough times in my life. Times I felt completely and utterly lost and without direction or identity.

MCR will forever be close to my heart.

[undinegeist]

idk what this is, to be honest. I’ve had it written for a minute, got around to rereading and fixing today at random, thought it was decent enough to post. I suppose we can say it could be a series.

And now, a bit of background? This is (I guess) a made-up MCR tour in which Y/N is the guitarist for G Way’s (fictional) wife’s band.

- 1 - 2 -

a small but important disclaimer: I get why this storyline might suggest a connection to Lindsay but this is purely something that came out of my brain; I’m not here to comment on their relationship, and anything here that resonates with something in their real life is unintentional, even if this did start loosely based on Gerard Way’s life as it’s known publicly.

-xx- G -xx-

It starts with Lana and her band; I’m catching up to them in New Orleans.

They’re opening for us on the new tour; we left everything, our house, our kid, the relative sanity of staying in one place…I’m still not okay about it, but when she insisted we needed the money, I really couldn’t argue.

Lana wanted a new guitarist; after the mess with the last one, I’d hoped it’d be a girl. And it was.

They’d started the tour on their own; I’d had to stay home, looking for someone to babysit, eventually convincing my parents to come down and stay with Hayley, though Lana yelled at me for it, said it shouldn’t have been them, that we should have found someone else…I couldn’t tell her we couldn’t afford to.

The first time I saw Y/N was late one night when I slipped in to watch their show.

I’d been away so long, I hadn’t heard anything, hadn’t heard of the mess that had already been made, hadn’t realized anything was wrong.

She comes down from the stage sometime around the middle of the set, seething, hair all over her face, hiding her eyes, the only giveaway to her anger the way she flies off, down, almost tripping on the stairs.

I steady her, instinctively. “Are you okay?”

She’s still, for what feels like forever and no time at all, but then she’s gone without a sound, like she was never there, and I spend the rest of the set worrying about it.

-xx-

“Lan, what happened up there?” I know I shouldn’t ask her this the moment she’s coming off the stage, but I can’t stop thinking of that kid.

She sighs, rolls her eyes. “Nothing. Y/N’s just an annoying little bitch, can’t be normal to save her fucking life…”

“She’s just a kid. Don’t you remember what it was like?”

I’d wanted to run from the stage so many times; when I felt overwhelmed, when things went wrong, when the high took me down, made me feel like I was about to die, the lights so bright I could barely see, barely breathe…it was never easy.

“She’s not that deep, Gerard. She’s just trying to fuck with me because we had a fight last week. I should just fucking fire her…”

“Would you have liked me to fire you?” The words are out before I can think them through, sharper than I should be, inviting a fight; we’re still at the venue, why the fuck don’t I ever think?

Sometimes, I wish I’d fired her then; I try not to, hate that I still think that way, that everything is so hard even now, that I’m not better, even after all this time…that I’m probably never going to be better.

I do something I shouldn’t; turn and leave, realizing I don’t want to do this now, don’t have to do this now…knowing she can’t follow me, because she has to greet fans.

-xx-

I’ve already got my own room, separate from Lana’s, and that’s where I’m headed; blow off some steam before she gets back, to either torment me for the little scene back at the venue or drag me out to dinner…most likely, though? It’ll be both, and I’ll wish I hadn’t come…the rest of the guys are only joining us right before our first concert.

I see that girl then, still wearing the clothes from the show, lying on her back on a loveseat in the lobby, guitar on the floor, reading.

I know it’s a bad idea, but I turn and go her way, thinking I need to check on her, but also that I have no idea what happened tonight, and I should probably find out; Lana will never tell me now.

“Hey.”

She starts, sits up in a flash, dropping the book, but then recovers. “Hey.”

“Would you mind if I talked to you for a minute?”

She shakes her head, slides sideways to give me room; I pick up her book, look it over…a rockstar book.

I bite my lip on a smirk, thinking I get where her look comes from; I had that phase, where I wasn’t entirely sure what I was up to, so I borrowed and borrowed until it fit…to eventually become me.

“So…is this your favorite?”

She’s wary, but after a moment, she relaxes slightly. “One of. Why?”

“No reason, it’s just interesting. What else do you like?”

“Anything.”

“Really?”

“The more you know, the better.”

She straightens slightly, less on guard. “I’m sorry I didn’t…I’m sorry I ran away like that, earlier…I’m not all that good at being human.”

“I don’t think anyone really is. What happened, though?”

She sighs. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Last week somewhere, Lana did something and I went off, we had a fight, and then tonight, it just…I felt like I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t have left in the middle of the set either, but sometimes I just can’t control myself…”

I bite my tongue on the admission that Lana can’t do that, either. “It happens.”

She laughs, too bitter for someone so young. “Yeah, but so what? I’m not supposed to let my feelings get in the way.”

“Feelings are always in the way.”

This makes her look back at me, silent now, and I’m thinking I hope she doesn’t go, when all hell breaks lose…Lana, coming at the two of us, still dressed as she’d been at the venue, no discretion, despite my always telling her to not draw attention to herself between shows…about to do even more of that.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Lan, calm down.” I hold her back, though we’re too close already, people are staring, why doesn’t she ever think of what this looks like?

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! This little bitch ruined my set, yet still has the gall to sit here talking to you…”

“I was sitting here talking to her…Lana, please, don’t do this.”

The last thing we need is a scandal a week before the tour.

“Don’t get in my way, Gerard! This isn’t any of your fucking business…”

I’m so distracted, she slips off me when Y/N goes for the elevators.

“Aren’t you going to apologize to me?”

They’re in each others’ faces, I might as well be invisible.

“For not playing along with your bullshit?”

“You’re a stupid little slut…you’re nothing.”

“At least that makes me not you.”

Lana doesn’t follow; everyone’s staring, some people with their phones out, filming every second…then Lana’s moving back to me, and I know she wants me on her side, but I can’t, won’t…not again.

I’ve done that too often, to my detriment, to hers too, because I give her too much.

“I don’t want her here, Gee. We need to…”

“We don’t need to anything. You said this wasn’t my problem, so it isn’t…deal with it yourself.”

“Where are you going?!”

“Nowhere.”

-xx-

[songlyricmemes]

OG MCR lyrics ask memes

Feel free to mix and match, edit and adjust. These are just here to get something started whether that’s an IC dialogue ask, plot idea, or drabble.

Do you remember that day, when we met?

You told me this gets harder, well, it did

Promise me that when I'm gone, you'll kill my enemies

I'm taking back the life you stole

And in the end, we'll fall apart just like the leaves changing colors!

What's the worst that I can say?

Things are better if I stay

So long and goodnight

Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal

And you never had a chance

Love it, or leave it, you can't understand

A pretty face, but you do so carry on

I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me

I'm just the way that the doctor made me

What's life like, bleeding on the floor

You'll never make me leave

Give me all your poison

Give me all your pills

Give me all your hopeless hearts

Make me ill

You're running after something that you'll never kill

If this is what you want…

Fire at will

Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?

I keep a gun on the book you gave me

I f you wanted honesty that's all you had to say

I never want to let you down

The photographs your boyfriend took..

Remember when you broke your foot

I'm not okay, I'm not okay

I'm not okay…

You wear me out

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?

I've told you time and time again…

I held you close as we both shook

For the last time, take a good hard look

Forget about the dirty looks

But you really need to listen to me

Because I'm telling you the truth

I mean this, I'm okay! Trust me

Come with your arms raised high

T hey're never gonna get me

Like a bullet through a flock of doves

To wage this war against your faith in me

Your life will never be the same

We're just two men as God had made us

Too much, too late

Or just not enough of this

Pain in my heart for your dying wish

I'll kiss your lips again

But nobody cares if you're losing yourself

Am I losing myself?

I miss my mom

Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen

What they ask of you will make you want to say, "So long"

Well, I don't remember

Why remember you?

Do you have the keys to the hotel?

Life is but a dream for the dead

And well, I, I won't go down by myself but I'll go down with my friends

I never said I'd lie and wait forever

If I died, we'd be together

I can't always just forget her

At the end of the world or the last thing I see

You are never coming home

Never coming home

Could I? Should I?

And all the things that you never ever told me

Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?

And I remember now

At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies

All the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me

All the wounds that are ever gonna scar me

For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me

Crash the cemetery gates

In the dress your husband hates

Way down, mark the grave

Where the search lights find us

Drinking by the mausoleum door

They found you on the bathroom floor

I miss you

I won't stop dying

I won't stop lying

If you want, I'll keep on crying

Did you get what you deserve?

Is this what you always want me for?

Stay out of the light

The photograph that I gave you

You can say a prayer if you need to

Just get in line and I'll grieve you

Can I meet you, alone

Another night and I'll see you

Another knife in my hands

A stain that never comes off the sheets

Clean me off

I'm so dirty babe

The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes

I keep a book of the names

Only go so far 'til you bury them

So deep and down we go

Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace

I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day

It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame

And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death

We'll love again, we'll laugh again

It's better off this way

And never again…never again

They gave us two shots to the back of the head

We're all dead now

So much better off this way

I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed

If you were here, I'd never have a fear

So go on live your life

But I miss you more than I did yesterday

Well I'm a total wreck…almost every day

Don't I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own?

You're so far away

So c'mon show me how

'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say

We are, made from the sharpest things you'd say

We are young and we don't care

We never wanted it to be this way

For all our lives

Do you care at all?

[nedlittle]

Top 5 MCR songs? Also, top 5 Gerard Way Looks?

beginning to think i didn't think this through because i have so much love in my heart that choosing favourite songs feels illegal. they're all my favourite (except for blood which I think is hilarious as a concept but would never voluntarily listen to it) however

vampires will never hurt you - they immediately peaked with this one i genuinely think it's in top 3 songs they've ever written on sheer technical creativity. the first 30 seconds send a spike of pure adrenaline through my body. i could lift a bus if vampires was playing in the bg. absolutely deranged choice for a first single yet absolutely in character for them. love that half the songs off bullets don't even feel like songs that are verse > chorus > verse > chorus > bridge > chorus. they're just stories set against the sicknastiest guitar you've ever heard. but vampires in particular feels like everyone is performing until they pass out the energy doesn't flag for half a second. perfect song. i could listen to it every day and not get tired of it

boy division - iconic from start to finish. the amount of time tourists walked in one me going absolutely sicko mode to this one on slow days is at LEAST 3. love how tongue-in-cheek the lyrics are wrt to legacy and image love that i have listened to this song approximately 4000 times since mid-july and yet i do not know half the lyrics bc someone will not enunciate. putting it after foundations on setlists is such a fun choice because it really doesn't give you a second to breathe. going straight from the healing and awe and resilience of being told to fix your heart IMMEDIATELY into IFALLMYENEMIESTHREWAPARTY--

the foundations of decay - i know i'm prone to exaggeration and hyperbole but this one is dead fucking serious. the first time i listened to foundations i was like oh wow new music! and i liked it well enough but didn't seek it out or really think about it that much the first few times i heard it and then during the summer i saw some fanart and thought oh hm maybe i should give foundations another listen and that time i heard "you must fix your heart" clear as a fucking bell like a bolt of lightning clean through down to the centre of me right when i was experiencing such intense existential dread about turning 25--an age i never thought i'd reach--and not having a stable job or future that i thought i would lay down and die from it. you must fix your heart!! and you must build an altar where it swells!! i just had such a profound experience hearing that lyric and i listened to just the bridge over and over again for a week until i could hear it like static in my ears even when it wasn't playing. you must fix your heart. if i remember and get over my fear of appointments i'm going to get this tattooed on my human body. i mean this forever.

mama - do not need to explain this one. ray toro i would fight god for you thank you for taking a dare to write a rock polka 100% seriously and as a result transgenderizing millions of people across the globe on a daily basis. also up there in top 3 songs they've ever written. screaming YOU SHOULD HAVE RAISED A BABY GIRL I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER SON with thousands of people would both fix me and make me worse. LIZA MINNELLI is there

our lady of sorrows - the childhood catholicism really jumped out with this one but in my defense stand up fucking tall don't let them see your back and take my fucking hand and never be afraid again. gay-ass epic of gilgamesh-ass punk song. i know the point is that it's short but also i wish it were 10 minutes long

okay jesus christ we're putting the looks under a read more because i'm going to end up writing a phd thesis on each of them and the good people who followed me for other things shouldn't have to scroll 10 km uphill in the snow to see other posts

i am limiting these looks to recent tour fits because otherwise we will be here for the next 7 years and i will end up burning all the hair off my scalp in another bad dye job SO let's watch me get embarrassing

gerard of arc

protestants invented the rapture so they could describe mcr. we knew this one was coming the only question was when a joan outfit was coming and boy howdy did they deliver. i don't know if this one would have been as impactful if there wasn't already a mini-joan canon within their discography but because there have been years and years of build up to gerard going full joan, waking up and seeing this was pure vindication. also helps that i'm a big fan of the og joan fit at voodoofest in 2008 (2007?). love the change from the red skirt that's often associated with joan (especially in millais' painting) to a red cape so that instead it's chainmail all the way down. also there's something so striking about a chainmail gown. apart from the arm braces and the piece at the breastbone there's no real armour, even regular textiles that look like armour--i mean, practicality. you don't wanna pass out midway through na na na. also the BLOOD post-stake joan and the big ass buckle boots! i'm so glad someone got a visual on the boots bc the shoes often make or break an outfit for me and i was trying to figure out wtf they had underrneath the gown without sounding like a perv. the little joan sticker on his wizard noise tower. saints for girls. give this bitch a sword. if i talk about this too long i will be fully insane. moving on

2. high school english teacher who you homoerotically imprinted on but specifically with the jacket + glasses

feel like i do not need to explain this one. best they've ever looked unironically. it was all over for me the second i saw the pearl bracelet. the day after this happened i went to the heterosexual wedding of a high school friend in what i can only describe as a slightly more masc version of this fit which was likened by my friends to both a dead victorian child and a medieval knight. this look was my lockscreen until joan happened and genuinely my life has not known a single moment of peace since. i am not exaggerating when i say that on nights i knew there was a show i had trouble sleeping because i was tormented by the idea of gerard way out in public wearing a cunty little outfit. one night i genuinely woke up in a cold sweat and the first coherent thought was "what if an outfit happened" because i am Extremely Normal. i invented a brand new emotion looking at this and that emotion is 'gender horny' and no i do not know what that means. someone needs to take me out back and old yeller me i can't keep living like this. next

3. cheergate original flavour

i wasn't following the tour rabidly or having Hot Kit Emo Summer yet so the morning after cheergate og i was innocently scrolling through tumblr, saw fanart, and went wait. WAIT. and then mine eyes were blessed by images and the little gay people in my phone going from awe to horniness back to awe at breakneck speed. if this hadn't been on my day off i'm not sure how i would have coped. you think i would have been able to balance a cashbox in the wake of cheergate? i can barely do that under normal circumstances. sometimes gender is a horseshoe that swings back around to you with someone else's euphoria, sometimes it's contagious like laughter. the delicately puffed sleeves are what does me in specifically. puffed sleeves pristine white sneakers tiny little socks smooth ass legs. if i think for more than three minutes about the possibility of the cheerleading dress being the defining outfit of the return era i immediately get a tension headache. there are kids who got into mcr during the break up and this is going to be THEIR gerard....i need to put my head into a blender.

4. cunt dragula/count fagula

99% perfect recreation of bela lugosi in dracula 1931 HELLO?? (1% imperfect because the tailcoat is cut weirdly high both for a beat-by-beat recreation and 1930s evening wear in general and i cannot stop looking at it) i love this one bc it's just so Fun and the details are so theatre kid-y that i am reduced to self-recognition through the other. tinted hair gel. white foundation. drawn-on eyebrows. the way the cape swishes. we love to have fun here this one looked so fun to wear. even though i am not a big fan of dracula 1931 i am Not Immune to dracula 1931. glad there was a gud evening 9 years in the making :)

5. pool boy at the vampire mansion

fully-fledged character in 6 words. pool boy at the vampire mansion is like a mother to me. this falls into the category of outfits that i have deemed in my Big Spreadsheet of Tour Outfits (i am extremely mentally healthy thank you for asking) 'camp counsellor fits'. looks EXTREMELY comfy and even though it's so simple, everything works together so well even the clear face mask which i always forget exists. i love you tiniest shorts on planet earth. i love you crooked hand-lettered t-shirt handmade with love. i love you black converse. i would say more about this but the thing about living with your parents at 25 is that if my mother comes upstairs to drag me to the dinner table she will see me being extremely abnormal about gerard way online.

bonus points to: nurse (made me reread hanif abdurraqib's extremely wonderful black parade essay also gave me insane emotions re: my own concepts of health and chronic pain lol), lil ghostie (my close personal friend :^)), fruit bat drag queen (newark 1, would have been #4 if not for dracula)

[raytorosaurus]

this IS going to sound crazystupid and i know you're absolutely a ray stan (full support) and might not even have thought of this but like. even though i know frank has many bands and music projects do u think it's completely crazy of me to think LS dunes might hint that he's considering leaving MCR. i am so fucking paranoid of this because i love them all and as much as i'd like them to never ever stop making music together in some fashion i :( :( :(

nahhhh dude absolutely nothing to worry about on that front. everyone in ls dunes is super busy with other active projects, it's just a fun passion project they put together over covid because that group of guys was jamming together a bunch to stay creatively active and touched on something special. frank has always had his fingers in multiple pies, you couldn't get him to rest if you tried! he just genuinely seems to need to be constantly putting out music and constantly touring to feel fulfilled i suppose. it's true that my chem won't be making music together forever on a consistent, regular basis, but from where we're sitting it looks very much like they're at a good and healthy place where they're together for the right reasons, ready to realise new music if and when it feels right instead of forcing it, and definitely ready to tour again after this one. gerard's said "see you again soon" onstage way too many times to not mean it. they won't always be an active band and that's okay! i'd rather sporadic tours and music when it happens instead of a burned-out band who feels penned into one project and resents not being able to explore other pursuits every now and then yk :)