i feel like this is exceptionally late, given that payback was over a week ago, but i couldn't pass up an opportunity to draw kevin covered in his own blood. he and sami didn't win on paper, but they did steal the show, which is just as good in my eyes 😎 [alt text available]
we could cry a little cry a lot but don't stop dancin' don't dare stop we'll cry later or cry now you know it's heartbreak we could dance our tears away emancipate ourselves we'll cry later or cry now but baby heartbreak feels so good
like i'm so fucking ill about it. the (shipped) gold standard was the last song they needed to play to have performed every single song off of folie à deux live at least once. the record that has caused them the most pain. the one that they avoided like the plague for over a decade after its release, save for i don't care and the occasional instances of disloyal order, what a catch, or 20 dollar nose bleed when they toured with panic! that one time. the one that patrick wouldn't even talk about, for the longest time. it got them booed visciously, it got them dissected by critics, it got them pelted with garbage and glowsticks at shows, it got them stressed and strained to the point of needing to pause all efforts as a band to make sure they could still stay FRIENDS in the wake of it, and now it is the only fall out boy record that they have played 100% of, INCLUDING lullabye and fucking pavlove. and the last song left was (shipped).
you can only blame your problems on the world for so long. i want to scream "i love you" from the top of my lungs, but i'm afraid that someone else will hear me.
(or, they used to be afraid. evidently, not anymore.)
everytime i think abt that post with the stuffed garfields that's like "to be loved is to be changed" i get so deep in the sauce and end up staring at my twenty-one year old pooh bear and the mint condition duplicate i bought a few years ago. like yeah.
they have GOT to add being deranged about your favourite forty-ish year old man to the dsm-5. like surely something within my brain is amiss if looking at images of him for too long makes me feel like i'm being fucking raptured