#vampire gerard wa

[thesebright-lights]

I’ve had an idea for an au floating around that I wanted to share

So we’re all familiar with Vampire!MCR content, but I’ve yet to see anything where one or the more of the guys are vampires and things stay, well, mostly the same, otherwise, so that’s where this idea came from.

In this AU, Gerard and Mikey have both been vampires since birth- their family lives somewhere with a higher concentration of supernatural creatures than usual, although there are still humans around. So while they’re mostly able to blend into regular human society, they still have some strange habits and mannerisms that cause some shenanigans early on.

Ray is a werewolf of sorts (more like a wolf shapeshifter), and he and Gerard become friends and start the band with Mikey after 9/11, like usual- and then there’s Frank.

Now, unlike the rest of the band, Frank's a human, with no idea that any of his bandmates' aren’t. There was quite a bit of debate as to whether or not they should let Frank join the band- sure, the three of them had kept their secrets from human classmates, and their parents had done the same with their co-workers- but recording and performing music requires spending a lot of time together. Eventually, though, Frank became a member, and My Chemical Romance was born.

I’m going to write some more stuff up tonight, so feel free to check out my blog if you found me through tags. If you have any questions or even just want me to write something short for this au, feel free to go to my asks!

[miraofhearts2point0]

i just realized something awful.

adap Enji didnt live long enough to listen to Foundations Of Decay.

[tyforthevnm]

ryanrussell: An random unreleased shot for Threads from My Chemical Romance in Tacoma, WA 10/3/22.

Gerard reading Interview with the Vampire on stage while wearing a Twilight shirt before playing Vampire Money and Vampires Will Never Hurt You.

[July 6, 2023]

[i-identify-as-an-ominous-threat]

-- Junuvu~iēbu ōhi: Subete junchō no yōdesu. Arigatōgozaimasu, taishi. Ryō ōkoku wa ashita no kekkonshiki-go ni seishiki ni kamei suru yoteida. Junbi wa dekite imasu ka, dārin? Erika: Junbi wa dekimashita... Wa wa wa, mā... Dominiku-ō: Watashi no hanayome ni naru tamedesu. Erika: Wā! Pureminjā: Kanojo o tsukamaete kudasai! Kanojo wa sagi-shida! Junuvu~iēbu ōhi: Pureminjā, nani o shite iru no? Erika `te o hanashite!' Dominiku-ō: Ōjo o kaihō shite kudasai! Pureminjā: Kanojo wa nisemonoda! Futsū no binbōninda! Junuvu~iēbu ōhi: Watashi ga jibun no musume o shiranai to iu nodesu ka? Pureminjā: Watakushijishin, shinjitsu o hakken shita bakaridesu, heika. Naze saikin Jurian ni awanai no ka fushigi ni omowanakattadesu ka? Kare wa kono sagi-shi to kyōbō shite iru noda! Karera wa issho ni ōjo o tsurete ōritsu kōzan ni kakushimashicool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now but wait till you get older But t h, he's just - - He's just a little nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt - - -T hat's it. I've heard enough. Guards! -No, no, he talks! He does. I can talk. I love to talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. -Get her out of my sight. -No, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk! {Gasps} -Hey! I can fly! -He can fly! -He can fly! -He can talk! -Ha, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey. You might have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly. Ha, ha! Oh-oh. {Grunts} -Seize him! -After him! He's getting away! {Grunts, Gasps} {Man} -Get him! This way! Turn! -You there. Orge! -Aye? -By the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated..... resettlement facility. -Oh, really? You and what army? {Gasps, Whimpering} {Chuckles} -Can I say something to you? -Listen, you was really, really, really somethin' back here. Incre dible! Are you talkin' to - - me? Whoa! -Yes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they was all of thaname? -Uh, Shrek. -Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-uttons. -All right then. Who's hiding them? -Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man? -The muffin man? -The muffin man. -Yes, I know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? -Well, she's married to the muffin man. -The muffin man? -The muffin man! -She's married to the muffin man. {Door opens} -My lord! We found it. -Then what are you waiting for? Bring it in. {Man grunting} {Gasping} -Oh! -Magic mirror - - -Don't tell him a \ adas And getting caught in the rain -Princess Fiona. If you're not into yoga -She's perfect. All I have to do is just find someone who can go - - -But I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night. -I'll do it. -Yes, but after sunset - - -Silence! I will make this Princess Fiona my queen, and DuLoc will finally have the perfect king! Captain, assemble your finest men. We're going to have a tournament. -But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc. I told ya I'd find it. -So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle. -Uh-huh. \

Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

次の日、私は寝室で目覚めました。雪が降ってまた雨が降ってきました。私は棺の扉を開け、持っていた瓶から血を飲みました。私の棺は黒い黒檀で、中には端に黒いレースが付いたホットピンクのベルベットがありました。私は棺から出て、パジャマとして使っていた巨大なMCR Tシャツを脱ぎました。代わりに、私は黒い革のドレスを着て、五芒星のネックレス、コンバットブーツ、そして黒い網タイツを着ました。ピアスを4つつけ、髪をボサボサお団子のような形にまとめました。

私の友人のウィロー (AN: レイヴンはあなたです!) が目を覚まし、私に笑いました。彼女は腰まで届く長い漆黒の黒髪をピンクの縞模様で翻し、森のような緑色の目を開いた。彼女はマリリン・マンソンのTシャツを着て、黒のミニパンツを着て、網タイツを履いて、とがったハイヒールのブーツを履いていた。私たちは化粧をします（黒の口紅、白のファンデーション、黒のアイライナー）。

「OMFG、昨日あなたがドラコ・マルフォイと話しているのを見ました！」彼女は興奮して言いました。

「ええ？ それで？」私は顔を赤らめながら言いました。

「ドラコは好きですか？」私たちがスリザリンの談話室を出て大広間に入るとき、彼女は尋ねました。

「いや、そんなことないよ！」私は叫びました。

"ええ、その通り！"彼女は叫んだ。

そのとき、ドラコが私に近づいてきました。

"こんにちは。"彼は言った。

"こんにちは。"私は軽薄に答えた。

"何だと思う。"彼は言った。

"何？"私は尋ねた。

「そうですね、グッド・シャーロットはホグズミードでコンサートを開く予定です。」彼は私に言った。

「ああ、なんてことだ。クソだ。神よ！」私は叫びました。

GCが大好きです。

彼らはMCR以外で私のお気に入りのバンドです。

「それで……一緒に行きませんか？」彼は尋ねた。

私は息を呑んだ。Tsugi no hi, watashi wa shinshitsu de mezamemashita. Yuki ga futte mata ame ga futte kimashita. Watashi wa hitsugi no tobira o ake, motte ita bin kara chi o nomimashita. Watashi no hitsugi wa kuroi kokutan de, nakaniha hashita ni kuroi rēsu ga tsuita hotto pinku no berubetto ga arimashita. Watashi wa hitsugi kara dete, pajama to shite tsukatte ita kyodaina MCR tīshatsu o nugimashita. Kawari ni, watashi wa kuroi kawa no doresu o kite, gobōsei no nekkuresu, konbattobūtsu, soshite kuroi ami taitsu o kimashita. Piasu o 4tsu tsuke, kami o bosabosa o dango no yōna katachi ni matomemashita. Watashi no yūjin no u~irō (AN: Reivun wa anatadesu! ) Ga

According to all known laws of aviation,

there is no way a bee should be able to fly.

Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you ​thgir ti ta kool uoy fi gnimlaC ​cirtcele rehtehw rednop yeht reveN ​thgin eht hguorht ti edam gnivah levraM ​ot trats selcitrap eht ,thgirb sworg ti nehW

(etirdned noxa ,etirdned noxA) (em pleh ,em pleH) eht sa gnitnacni ecnemmoc snuN

([?]) yærp dna rewoc ot uoy redro I ​drol ruoy ma I ,modgnik ym ni ereH ​yawa em yrrac dna em revileD ​ygrene thguoht fo skraps gnirettacS

​elbuort rof tsriht a setas suineg yhT ​llul fo llah eht ni gnikeirhS ​elbbur rednu gnipsag srewolf ehT ​nwod -sincerely, you have now joined the ranks ofbfhsa,gvfjfh , if you'd likemoreinformationpleaseseethefrontdeskibiteatthehandthatfeedsmescrathatthefacethatetasmesomegjysndofanimalcannibal, made impresiions on mthis is giberish from hell anon signing off fyi

I think this is the ultimate troll wth...

[theswarmanthology]

Ghost, 28, Tacoma, WA

"I mostly lurk and like/reblog pictures and art."

Fast Facts: How long have you been a fan?: 9+ years Did you get to see MCR live before this tour?: Yes, I saw them before the breakup in 2013 How many shows on this tour did you attend in total?: 1 Favorite album: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love Show experience out of 10: 10 Did you cry at your show?: Yes

Which date of the tour did you attend? 10/03/22, Tacoma Dome, Tacoma, WA

When did you get your tickets for your show? Was it a struggle, or were they easy to grab? I got my tickets a few months before, resale on ticketmaster. They were easy but I had to make a decision quick cause the prices were skyrocketing for anything good.

Did you attend with anyone else? Solo

What did you wear? A three cheers shirt, black and red plaid red pants with those suspenders that I just let hang down, doc martens, red and black nail polish, red eye shadow and of COURSE eyeliner specifically with the smudger to give it the authentic 2006 feeling. Even dyed my hair black for it.

Where were your seats? Not in the pit, but on the floor! Section 9, close enough to see the stage but hard to make out the details.

What was your favorite song(s) from the setlist they played at your show? Mama and Vampires Will Never Hurt You

What song were you most hoping to hear? Did you get to hear it? Kill All Your Friends, unfortunately no. But I'm glad it was played on the tour no matter what!

What was your favorite moment from the show? When the crowd parted in a way where I could see the stage and Mikey Way was standing there perfectly framed between all these people in the distance, spotlight on him, holding his hand up towards the crowd. It stood out so much I almost started crying.

What was the most unexpected moment from the show? Gerard Way coming out in the Team Edward shirt for the Double Vampire encore. Being in Washington it felt like both a gift and a troll.

Did you snag any merch? What pieces? TOO MUCH. I got the swarm flag, the beanie hat, the boy zone shirt, the one shirt with the faded demolition lovers, one set of pins, the mikey way mystery shirt and the TYFTV tote bag.

Many fans describe seeing MCR live as feeling like coming home. Did you experience anything like that at your show? Absolutely. The moment where the band goes quiet while the whole arena's singing along to Famous Last Words, you can almost feel everyone's light around you, and it feels incredible and safe.

If you could change one thing about your show experience, what would it be? That I should've brought water with me after getting there so early in the day. And that I wish they played more from Bullets, but VWNHY makes up for the lack of it.

Has your perspective or opinion about the band changed since seeing them on this tour? If so, in what way? I don't think my opinion has changed, but this whole tour has re-awakened the beast that my spotify wrapped will never recover from.

What advice would you give to people seeing My Chemical Romance in the future? Bring water and snacks if you arrive early! Especially if it says it's gonna be hot out! Don't make my mistakes!

Anything we didn't ask that you feel obliged to share or talk about? This is impossible for me to prove but I had a dream of Gerard Way waving around a trans flag two nights before it actually happened. The same show where he walked out as a ghost which has been my online nickname for ages. It's surely a WILD coincidence but I'm going to incorporate into my beliefs that I simply had a brief psychic connection with Gerard Way.

Thanks, Ghost! He can be found at ghost_n_ghoul on Twitter.

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Understand (platonic!MCR x reader)

Summary: Stepping in as the touring drummer for My Chem is like a dream come true, and it doesn’t take long for your friendship with them to grow. The downside is, this is happening right as you’re hitting a gender crisis - and it all comes to a head after one particularly energetic show... 

Warnings: gender dysphoria, afab reader (but talk of chest binding with as much neutral language as possible), unsafe binding methods 

Word count: 2068

Requested?: No 

A/N: lol I’ve been super dysphoric for like 3 weeks now and this thought is the only one keeping me slightly sane so I thought I’d let you join in with the brain rot xoxo

In hindsight, binding as heavily as possible for the whole day and then going on stage to drum at an unholy pace for an hour and a forty minutes was a terrible idea. But for (y/n), they could see no other way of keeping focused on what they needed to do. Losing focus meant screwing up - and that simply wasn’t an option. 

They had only been drumming for My Chemical Romance for three weeks, after stepping in to replace their usual drummer, who’d managed to break his arm badly enough that he was completely out of action. And so far, things were going brilliantly! Considering that the four guys had known each other for over twenty years (which was almost as long as (y/n) had been alive), they’d worried that they would feel like an outsider, a tagalong that the group pitied just enough to let them stick around but not so much that they actually let them in. But all four had been super sweet and welcoming from the very start, and they’d soon settled in as one of the gang. 

There was only one problem. The ever-present gender crisis. 

As they slipped backstage with the others for the break before the encore, (y/n)’s ribs screamed in protest against the tape and binder combination that held their chest in place, but they tried not to let the pain show on their face. Ray passed them a bottle of water as they stood there, listening to the crowd chanting for ‘one more song’ with the widest possible grins. 

  “It’s always so fucking awesome, hearing people get that loud for us.” Mikey ran a hand through his sweaty hair before moving to adjust the strap of his bass a little, the ‘Mikey Fuckin Way’ lettering on his shirt glittering in the low light. 

(Y/n) desperately hoped that the smile they shot back looked genuine enough that it wouldn’t be a cause for concern. “It’s insane, dude. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” 

Frank swung an arm over their shoulder as the stage crew signaled that it was almost time for them to return. “Twenty years on, and I still feel the same exact way. So - Vampires and Sleep to finish?” The rest of them nodded, and he shot their newest friend a wink. “Let’s go smash this shit, hey princess?” 

He missed the look of visceral disgust that crossed their face as they headed back to their positions. Obviously it wasn’t his fault, he hadn’t known that that particular term of endearment would make them uncomfortable. It wasn’t like they’d plucked up the courage to talk about the minefield of strange thoughts and emotions that was filling their brain. And Frank used pet names with everyone. It just so happened that the one he’d chosen in this instance made them feel sick to their stomach. 

As they launched into Vampires Will Never Hurt You, watching Gerard splay himself across the front of the stage, (y/n) could feel their lungs struggling to take in enough air, and the edges of their vision greying out. Shaking their head to try and clear the fuzziness, they put even more force into the drumming. At least in the shadows at the back of the stage, nobody could see them struggle. And the crowd was paying far more attention to the boys anyway. 

The final vestiges of Sleep echoed through the arena as the crowd erupted into cheers, and (y/n) felt a grin touch their cheeks despite the pain they were in. They joined Mikey and Frank where they were tossing their picks away at the front of the stage, waving each drumstick high before lobbing it out to the baying masses. When there were no more of these offerings to give, they finally retreated, leaving the house lights to come up and give people the hint that yes, the show really was over. 

Twenty minutes later they had made it back to the bus, ready to throw on pyjamas and watch a movie together. It had been their after-show ritual since the third gig, and it was always nice to get the chance to properly relax. As the boys got changed, chatting and pelting sweaty socks at each other, (y/n) ducked into the little bathroom as usual and closed the door, an extra large shirt already in hand. They absolutely did not want to remove their binder, but the logical part of their brain was screaming that they’d done enough damage today already. 

Pulling their shirt over their head was difficult enough - the combination of aching arm muscles from the show and bruising pressure at their sides was a nightmare - but things only got worse when they moved their hands to the lower hem of the binder and pulled. 

And it didn’t budge. 

Shit. 

(Y/n) tried again, biting sharply on their lip as the physiotherapy tape beneath the tight fabric pulled harshly at their sensitive skin. Still, no movement. Twisting awkwardly in the tiny room, they managed to take a look at their back in the mirror. Where the tape they had placed a few days ago was starting to lift at the edges, it had now glued itself to the binder fabric. And there was no way they’d be able to fix the problem alone. Fingers shaking, they stared at the screen of their phone for a moment before making a decision and tapping out a quick text. They could hear the guys talking, their conversation a little fainter now they had moved into the lounge area. 

(Y/n): Hey, could use your help. 

Gee: You okay?

(Y/n): yeah, just screwed something up that I can’t fix by myself 

Gee: Ok, coming. Still in the bathroom? 

(Y/n): yep 

Moments later, there was a soft knock at the door, and (Y/n) opened it just far enough that Gerard could slip inside with them. 

  “So what’s-” He stopped, registering the redness around their eyes and the skin-coloured garment clinging to their chest. “Oh. Oh honey, why didn’t you tell us?” 

The look of concerned guilt in his eyes made them well up even more, and they sniffled. “Thought I could work things out on my own, then tell you. But I fucked up.” 

“Tell me what happened.” 

“I’ve had tape on for the last four or five days, but today...” they managed an empty snort of laughter, “today the dysphoria was just unbearable. So I threw this on over it - it’s the wrong size as well, but I haven’t had enough spare money for a new one. And now everything’s welded together, and I can’t get it off.” Everything suddenly became too much to bear, and they buried their face in their hands. 

Gerard pulled them in for a hug, resting his chin on top of their head and rocking them softly until the sobs faded into the occasional hiccup.  “Let’s start unpicking this stupid tape, huh?”

 And he got to work, gently working his fingers between the fabric and the adhesive and pulling gradually until, section by section, the two materials became separate again. He worked his way methodically around the hem until he was finished, then moved to stand between the short drummer and the mirror. 

“Hey, (y/n). I’ve got you, okay? I’m gonna get this thing off you, and you won’t have to look, I promise. Just hang in there a bit longer.” 

They nodded, squeezing their eyes shut as he worked the binder slowly upwards until it was finally off. They took a deep breath for the first time in far too long, ribs groaning with delight as they had the space to expand as needed. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed breathing properly.” 

Gerard snorted, then tutted anxiously. “Oh kid, your skin looks so raw under here. I think it’s time to take the tape off for a while.” 

“Do I have to?” 

“I think it’s for the best, yeah. Let me do all the work, and we’ll get this sorted.” 

(Y/n) nodded their consent, and felt him start to carefully peel the tape away, pulling slowly so as not to traumatise their abused skin any further. No words were said as the final pieces came away, leaving (y/n) with their upper half completely exposed. That thought made them shudder once again - they trusted Gerard completely, but having something that made them so insecure on display in front of someone else was awful. They felt movement behind them, and then a hand reached around to press a piece of fabric against their front. The clean shirt they’d chosen. 

“Thank you.” 

“Hey, this is what friends are for. I’m just gonna put some lotion on your back - the skin here’s a bit fucked. Don’t worry, I won’t use Mikey’s gross flowery shit. You can have some of mine.” As he worked the soothing moisturiser into their skin, he carried on talking. “So, what do you want us to change?” 

“Huh?” 

“About the way we talk about you. You know, are you okay with your name? What about pronouns? I wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”

This time, the tears that threatened to trail down (y/n)’s face were happy ones. “Um... I’m okay with my name, for now. But ‘she’ is just...” they pulled a face, and he nodded giving them room to turn and face him once their shirt was on. 

“So, ‘he’? Or would ‘they’ be better?” 

“They, I think. At least for now.” 

“And what about nicknames? Because, y’know, certain people in this band are allergic to using people’s government names more than once a week.” 

That got a proper laugh out of them, and Gerard was internally punching the air. He hated seeing people he cared about upset, and knowing that he’d been able to bring back that wonderful smile of theirs was music to his ears. 

(Y/n) thought for a moment. “The more masculine, the better.” 

“Gotcha.” 

A series of knocks at the door interrupted them, and Ray called through. “You guys are okay in there, right? Nobody’s dead or anything?” 

“We’re coming out now, relax man.” 

The two of them stepped back into the cramped changing/storage area of the bus to see the rest of the band waiting for them, all looking concerned. Frank took one look at (y/n)’s puffy eyes and tucked them under his arm, frowning. 

“You okay dude?” 

“Yeah, just...” They trailed off, took a deep breath, and just went for it. “Brain’s been a bit of a mess recently, having problems with the whole gender thing. It’s a lot of shit. And I fucked up by not binding safely this morning, and couldn’t get out of it myself.” 

They had barely finished the sentence when they were practically smothered by the rest of the band, swept into the most comforting group hug possible. As Gerard smiled, as if to say ‘told you we’d understand’, the others talked over each other in their desperate attempts to provide reassurance. 

“Oh man I’m so sorry we didn’t ask earlier.” 

“If we fuck up, you tell us, okay? Or punch us, whatever, just make sure we know.” 

“Dealing with all this shit on your own must’ve sucked, I’m sorry we didn’t see you were struggling.” 

A little overwhelmed by the unconditional support, (y/n) pulled away to wipe their eyes before managing a smile. “Well if my binder didn’t break my ribs then that hug sure as hell did. Don’t get all soppy on me now. I wanna pick our movie before we all fall asleep.” 

The answer was unanimous. “Deal.” 

The five of them piled onto the couch in the lounge area, (y/n) squeezing in between Mikey and Ray. “Let’s do Jaws.” 

Frank rolled his eyes. “For the fourth time?” 

They responded by throwing a handful of popcorn in his face, and Gerard nudged him in the ribs. “There’s your answer. And quit hogging the blanket.” 

As they all settled in, heads nodding, Ray dug his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick photo - five pairs of fluffy-socked feet sticking out from under the blankets, with the opening sequence of the film just in the back of the shot. He thought for a second, deciding on the right caption, and posted it. 

‘Movie night with my favourite dudes 🍿' 

Perfect. 

[threebooksoneplot]

Episode 1: “We Like Mike” (Show Notes)

Content warnings: 

Skinhead discussion: 38:13—41:38 (racism, xenophobia, nazism, anti-semitism, brief discussion of 2012 mass shooting 40:00—40:18)

Discussion of Edward wanting to murder his class: 54:10—end

[00:03:56] Damn Shannon I don’t recall burning YOUR crops poisoning your well razing your house to the ground and salting the earth

[00:06:16]

[00:06:20] Read Lexie’s fic here!

[00:07:28] Lexie’s social media handles: AO3, fanfiction.net, tumblr

[00:08:06] Ashley Greene’s NFT. (Ashley Greene is the actor who played Alice in the Twilight movies, for anyone not in the know. Also note that we recorded this episode in April, shortly before the great NFT crash)

[00:11:16] Transcript of Shannon’s Life and Death summary:

Beaufort Swan “Beau” moves from Phoenix, Arizona to a small town called Forks, Washington to live with his father, Charlie, after his mother, Renee, gets remarried. He is decidedly not fucking happy about it and is loathe to be in Forks despite taking it upon himself to lie to absolutely anybody who asks him about it (ever the martyr.) While there, he struggles with the inadequate experience of what we know is called “being a goddamn teenager.” He crosses paths with a mysterious and not-cognito family, and when he quote-unquote “meets” his new Biology partner, he suddenly has more questions about Edythe and her strange but sudden hatred of him.

[00:13:30] The top Kristen Stewart’s Bella is wearing in the very first scene of Twilight:

[00:15:09] Wikipedia’s basic breakdown of economic info on the real-world Forks, WA

[00:18:59] Bella on her reading list in Twilight: 

It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner.

[00:20:36] The “canonical” heights for Jasper and Emmett, respectively: 6’3”/190.5 cm and 6’5”/195.6 cm

[00:30:10] Scroll to the bottom of this old blog post to see Stephenie Meyer’s original fancasts for Twilight characters (She had Jackson Rathbone as an Edward possibility?? oh my god)

[00:30:41] Some old, pre-movie era edits of Emily Browning as Bella:

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[00:31:02] Shannon is metaphorically on crack here. Gerard Way was actually who the fans wanted to play Edward, though Stephenie Meyer is an MCR fan and says their music inspired her when writing Jacob’s character (source.)

[00:31:21] Henry Cavill in gold contacts, looking about as unlike Edward Cullen as a white dude can look:

[00:34:18] Anyone else notice that Shannon says “Rosalie” super weird? She also says “pillow” weird. Ask her to say it sometime.

[00:39:36] The SPLC’s timeline on skinheads (cw: racism, xenophobia, antisemitism, injury, murder)

[00:42:27] A blog post on the Tiffany Problem

[00:48:44] Advice for Edward:

[00:52:13] Fanlore’s definition of “fanon”

[00:54:24] Fanlore’s article on AUs

[00:54:34] The filmmakers even shot this as a deleted scene! And you are not prepared for the sheer brilliance of this 2009 Youtube DVD rip set to an A+ song choice (sound ON and pay particular attention to the background actors)

[00:56:19] In this most iconic scene from the first Twilight movie, Bella walks into the forest with Edward (without being asked) to confront him about his vampirism

[00:56:28] Renesmee, for anyone not in the know.

[00:58:27] Alice walking into the Bio classroom after Edward’s finished snacking

[00:58:47] G references the Trolley Problem from philosophy/ethics

...and that’s all we’ve got for Episode 1 show notes! We hope you enjoyed this Happy Birthday Edward edition of 3B1P!

[silver-grill-adapt]

My Immortal, But Good

Hello fellow humans! Welcome to the first chapter of My Immortal Rewritten, a series where I rewrite the infamous fanfic My Immortal. Links to Wattpad and Amino below.

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AN: Warnings for Gerard Way, strong language, and light sexual content.

Well hello. My name is Tara Gydrare Wa (I know the middle name is odd, my mom is really white) but you can call me Ebony. Everyone does. Partially because I have long ‘ebony’ black hair and partially because I tell everyone that’s my real name for attention. I did try to dodge my self imposed nickname by giving myself purple streaks and red tips but it still sticks because I’m still lying about my name.

But my hair dye misadventures have really made my icy, silvery, blue raspberry colored gorgeous blue eyes shine! People always tell me I look like Amy Lee when I cry. Of course, I’d rather be related to Gerard Way than look like Amy Lee because Gerard Way is a major, fucking, hottie. Period. If only we were second cousins. Or first cousins. I could settle for deformed babies if it meant they were my first cousin’s babies, if my first cousin was Gerard because you know what that would mean. Wink wink.

I'm also a vampire (Just like Edward! He could be my other second cousin!) but my teeth are straight and white, just like me except not really. My Myspace page says ‘Bisexual’ on it on all caps with three exclamation points and I’m sure I’m like 2 percent Native American, but I have pale white skin just like Gerard when he wears 4 layers of foundation.

I'm a witch, and I go to a school of magic called Hogwarts. It’s in England but I’m originally from America, because that’s where the first Hot Topic was built and I know I materialized fully grown in the band merch aisle as soon as it was constructed. I’m 17 because that’s how old Hot Topic is. It’s the perfect age because I’m legal but not too legal. I'm a seventh year. I’m goth. I wear lots of black. I buy all my clothes from the eternal intellectual overlord bestowed upon my kind by ruthless late capitalism, Hot Topic.

For example, today I’m wearing something. Also, black lipstick and red eyeshadow. I look like Marylin Manson’s wife, Marylin Monroe after she died of acute barbiturate poisoning. 

My day begins after I spent an hour in the mirror describing myself to a non-existent audience, but it’s fine because it is. I start my day by walking around the Hogwarts grounds. It’s snowing and raining, which I was very happy about because that means no sun. Also, I like being wet.

Some preps were thinking about looking at me so I gave them the finger.

Suddenly, I heard a very sexy voice. "Hey Ebony!" shouted the sexy voice. I looked up. The sexy voice was the sexy voice of sexy Draco ‘Sexy’ Malfoy, whose sexy voice was the sexy voice that I had just heard as a sexy voice.

"What's up Draco?" I asked, biting my lip like Anastasia Steel from 50 Shades of Grey.

"Nothing." he said shyly, not sounding at all like Christian Grey from 50 Shades of Grey but then again that’s probably for the best.

Suddenly, just as I was about to make a Big Bang Theory reference that would’ve made him mine forever, my friends yelled my name across the schoolyard and I had to go.

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Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/202237279-my-immortal-rewritten

Amino: http://aminoapps.com/p/iz2ee8

[aphmaushitposts]

Hi my name is Zane Ro’meave Dark'ness Dementia Raven Wayand I have long Long black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and ambiguously colored eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee(AN: if u don’t know who she is get dahell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m a goth(in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was wa

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— ( minka kelly, female, she/her) i’m certain i just spotted calliope leons out in town. the twenty-six year old human has lived in forks for one year and currently works as a bartender. they’ve been known to be very friendly and understanding, but also happen to be quite basic and clumsy. and currently they are not aware of supernatural creatures. 

Full Name: Calliope Leons Species: Human Orientation: Pansexual, Panromantic Current Location: Forks WA Birthplace: London, England Birthday: June 3rd 

Calliope moved from London to New York when she was twenty years old chasing a career opportunity. She had dual citizenship, with family in both countries.

Callie first arrived in Forks a year ago and at the time it was a big deal. She was a bartender who was quick to make waves with local barflies, but was rather mysterious. 

She came fleeing her abusive fiance, who she had been with for half a decade. He was close to beat her to death one night, and so she ran like hell.

After settling in Forks, she filed a restraining order against her ex and put down roots in Forks. She hasn’t heard back from him, thankfully.

Before her relationship with Gerard she had an exciting and fiery personality she was proud of, with a strong aesthetic of confidence. He chipped her down, but Forks has been a place to be reborn.

She doesn’t know anything about vampires or the supernatural world but she doesn’t mind the view. Pretty people are pretty people. 

There isn’t too much secret depth to Callie. She enjoys socializing, she enjoys smiling, she enjoys making people happy. That’s all. 

Well there is at least a secret; Gerard is in the freezer in the basement. One night, he came to her place. All her money had been poured into the bar, so she slept in the basement. She was forced to kill him. Now, he’s wrapped in trash bags and she has no idea what to do about it.