What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...WE WILL MARCH ON.What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
WE WILL CARRY ON.
WE WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE BAND THAT HAS HELPED US AND MILLIONS LIKE US.
I DON'T CARE.
I HAVE ALREADY SEEN MY LIFE ON THE SCREEEN, AND I ALREADY HATE IT, NO MATTER IF IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE.
EVERYTHING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DONE FOR ME, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, I WILL BE THERE.
IF THERE'S NO BAND, I'LL JUST MAKE ONE UP IN MY MIND.
WE WILL BE WITH MCR, EVEN IF THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL BE IN MY HEART AND HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT.
I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A SAD SONG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HOSPITAL STAY MY WHOLE LIFE EVER SINCE I FIGURED OUT I HAD THREE TUMORS IN MY RIGHT KNEE.
WHY AM I JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW OF LYRICS TO DISENCHANTED?
WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
NOTHING WILL MATTER AFTER I'M GONE, BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS WITH THE BAND.
I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR NOTHING, BUT MY LIFE WAS BASED ON THEM, IT THRIVES FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
WHAT DOES IT STAND F
My Chemical Romance.My Chemical Romance. I never personally met any of them at any point. However, I’ve known them for about 6 or 7 years now, too busy ranting to really count. These men gave me so much more hope than I could ever imagine. I slowly grew into a different person, saw the world differently, I grew up, and I felt better. I had a bad year in 2009, throughout all of Danger Days. I was broken, really. I had several issues. Everyone seemed to dislike Danger Days, but I adjusted to the new sound quickly because it was the work of those four men. Listening to the album, the album about living, I don’t know what changed, but it did. I started to fix myself, I worked hard at it, and even though my life isn’t perfect today, it’s definitely a good life compared to a lot of peoples’ lives. I’m one of the lucky ones. I realize that now. But I still had issues and I still knew that if someone could literally be drunk and/or stoned for 3 years and be sober, married to thMy Chemical Romance.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Memory of a Moment -Frerard-"Uh-huh huh huh huh," a child's voice bumped out from the radio. The speakers were low, but the familiar song made itself noticable, nonetheless.Memory of a Moment -Frerard-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh my god," I said to the air, a smile creeping its way along my mouth.
"When I had you to myself
I didn't want you around
Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd."
"Christ, My mom and dad used to dance to this song all the time when me and Mikey were kids," the memories washed over me, warm and sentimental; like rifling through old family photographs in my head.
Across the bus (which wasn't any terrible distance, I'll have you know) in another chair was Frank, curled between the arms with a comic book; in his pajamas. I glanced at my knees, and sure enough, plaid. Frank and I somehow always were the last one's standing after a show. We're always too excited for sleep, even once it was over. Don't get me wrong; we were still tired as hell.
He giggled at my comment, but it faded fast.
"Lucky; you ac
The Light Behing Your EyesHeadphones on.The Light Behing Your Eyes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Violins. Guitar. Voice.
So long to all my friends...
Closed eyes. Sigh. A smile. New song! She was so excited a few moments before, but now she gets calmer and calmer, as it gets to her.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that I miss them all tonight...
Oh, this is getting deep. Damn.
Minutes pass, eyes still closed, the smile still there, but not noticed. The tears start to come. What the hell, she thinks, almost laughing. What am I feeling?
More verses, and it's a beautiful voice, isn't it?
If I could be with you tonight, I would sing you to sleep...
She feels the well known pain in the chest, but it's different. She doesn't know why, it's just different. Keeps crying.
You must be stronger...
How is this happening? She wasn't even thinking about the pain. She wasn't even caring.
She wasn't caring.
I'll never let them take the light behind your eyes
She opens her eyes. Sits and looks at the mirror. The tears were getting in the way, s
Bones: ThirteenBones: Thirteen2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank walked slowly into Gerard's hospital room with a large bouquet of flowers clutched to his chest and a book tucked securely under his arm. It had been just over three weeks since the accident and Frank had been visiting every day, sometimes he as accompanied by the ways but most of the time he was alone, like today.
“Hey, Gee” he murmured quietly, setting the flowers down on the bedside table and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He took Gerard's hand in his own and pressed a kiss to the back, holding it against his lips for a moment before resting it gently back on the sheets. “They’re going to wake you up soon.” He said, biting back a smile. Frank had literally just gotten through the hospital doors when Gerard doctor had pulled him aside and told him that Gerard was recovering faster than expected, and that there was a chance that they could wake him earlier. “I can’t wait to see your gorgeous eyes.”
Frank stayed and read to Ge
APH: Hetalia World Academy Preview"You forgot your key again, didn't you, mi amigo?" a voice from behind the door says.APH: Hetalia World Academy Preview3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Kesese, you should know that you can't rely on Franny, Tonio! Just leave it to the awesome me!" someone else replies, his voice coated with what can be mistaken for nothing but idiocy and over-obnoxiousness.
I continue to stare at the doorknob like some kind of idiot as it moved slightly, no doubt due to a key being inserted to the other side. I am paralyzed and unable to move as the mysterious voicesmale by the sound of themget closer and closer to having matching faces.
"You wound me, cher," a voice so obviously French sounds
Suddenly, a click sounds, breaking the spell on me. I dive behind the couch, obscuring my view of the door, and, hopefully, vice versa just in time for said door to fly open.
"Ah, you know he doesn't mean it, Francis," the first voice I heard says in a consoling voice. A consoling Spanish voice.
The three highschoolers step into the
The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His classmates knew him as the guy who sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody.
His friends, you could say, knew him as the one that drew amazingly, who was going to make it far in the comic industry.
His brother knew him as the best sibling in the world.
I knew him as my boyfriend.
Notice I say "knew", as in the past tense of "know"?
Well Gerard killed himself a week before our high school graduation.
He, he said the bullying was too much. He said that it's been going on ever since he was fifteenthe year he finally felt proud enough to tell his parents and friends that he was gay.
He said he was glad that the bullying died down for a bit after the "I'm gay" news got around, but it started up again when he was eighteen, when he dyed his hair red.
I tried to tell him he shouldn't care what the others thought, just try to stay strong, and he seemed strong for a long time, but
Half,Half,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard and I once shared a room about a year ago. Before he left. We weren't the richest family. One bed was what we had in our room. A queen sized bed. It cost less than 2 twin beds or a bunk bed. Gerard and I didn't really mind sleeping in the same bed. It was kind of nice to me. I liked him being there...
"Night, Mikey," Gerard whispered to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Love you," he added.
"Night, Gee - Gee. I love you too," I responded.
As I finished my sentence, Gerard turned around, his back now facing me. I never really liked when he'd turn his back to me. I liked him facing me. I wanted to see his face before I fell asleep.
My hand reached up and grabbed a little of his shirt, holding it tight as if he were being pulled away from me. I think holding his shirt comforts me. Thats how I fall asleep when ever he doesn't look at me. I closed my eyes and slept.
I miss holding onto his shirt. It was the only thing that made me feel safe, him being here. He's gone now, th
MCRThe only reason people hate MCR is because the entire rock genre is an easy target because it's so different. People and society are scared of what they don't understand. MCR saved my life, and continue to every day. People need to stop just looking at what's on the surface because there's always so much more. I'm 15 year old who's still here because I found a band that saved me, and what can only be called a life-changing experience with music and not the God who was supposed to help me when I called. I gave up on God when he couldn't save me but four guys from New Jersey could.MCR4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Red Thread.Red Thread.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As soon as the man upstairs moved in, I knew he was batshit crazy.
I'm not even kidding. The moment I saw him walk through the building, I thought to myself- That dude is off his rocker. Because, well, he just had that sort of look about him, if you know what I mean. If you don't, well, let me just say he had this stringy, shoulder-length, bright red hair that was so messy you would think the wind would tidy it up. And he was really pale, like, we're talking vampire pale here. And he had these huge dark circles under his eyes, only adding to the whole vampire effect.
Oh, and, of course, there was the thing he carried. Sure, he had a suitcase, and a few other bags, but clutched between the finger of his left hand was okay, I don't know if this was what it was exactly, but it looked like a spool of red thread.
And seriously. Who carries things like that around? Would it have killed him to put it in his suitcase? Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Maybe he liked sewing
Party Poison lyricsみんな！Party Poison lyrics3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Kuruma wa mantan dashi)
The car's got a full tank
(Shutsukesu ni wa bakutan tsumeteiru!)
And the bombs are in the suitcase!
(Jinsei wa mijikakute yuku michi wa kiken ka ooi)
Life is short and the roads are dangerous;
So, let's dance!
Everybody pay attention to me
I got the answer, I got the answe-er
Street walking cheetah with a capital 'G'
So get your hands up
Now get your hands up!
Hide your eyes, we're gonna shine tonight
Sub-atomic, never get the best of me
Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul;
Happy Halloween "Happy Halloween, dork." Gerard grinned, sliding fluidly into the seat next to Frank at lunch. Frank was scowling, head down so that his black and red hair fell in his face, picking at a piece of soggy lettuce on his place, smothered in salad cream.Happy Halloween3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yeah. Happy Halloween to you too, asshole." Frank muttered, continuing to play with the flimsy vegetable. He managed to unearth a small tomato, the seeds inside oozing out as if it were bleeding.
"What's up? Is ickle Frankie upset 'cause big, bad Gerard forgot to buy him a birthday present?" Gerard teased, stifling a chuckle in his sandwich.
"No. I haven't bought you one in three years. Payback."
"And the year before that you stole me one." Gerard remembered, pinching a piece of dry, grated carrot from Frank's plate and popping it in
Halloween :Frerard: The sky was a darkening grey and overcast with still, threatening clouds. A silent, quaint graveyard in New Jersey was empty on a Halloween night, untouched by vandals. Nothing had any seeming color, but a prick of red, stark even through dim fog.Halloween :Frerard:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A single man in a long coat stood vigil before a tomb stone. His fingers gently caressed three crimson roses, their petals stiff in the chill. Each one was perfect, a rose out of a movie. The young man had purposely searched through every store to find the best three. It wouldn't have mattered to most people, but he wasn't willing to settle for second best. Not for this. After all, an angel deserves a few perfect flowers.
Cold, still air made the quiet night seem darker than it really was. The occasional star peaked through the clouds, making the man feel alone and empty.
He quietly stood the roses against he tombstone he was standing before, a single tear sliding down his pale skin. The trail it left became frost,
Dear My Chemical RomanceDear My Chemical Romance:Dear My Chemical Romance2 years ago in Letters More Like This
(Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Ray, Bob and Matt)
Your music taught me:
-Life is a series of emotions; A roller coaster that you should never want to get off.
-Life is worth living.
-Never forget who you are and never let anyone change you.
-Be yourself, stay beautiful and keep it ugly.
-Dream and dream often.
-Love who you are no matter the cost.
And above all;
My Chemical Romance taught me how to cope with what life brings and what death leaves.
Though you're dead and gone, believe me your memory will carry on.
Thanks for everything,
(Killjoy Inked Rose)
Untitled.Untitled.3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He awakes lying on his back on the altar of a church.
He feels…stiff, dry, worn out, and incredibly confused. His confusion only increases when he looks to the right of him and sees another man lying on the altar beside him.
But…it isn't just any man – it is himself. But the other him…the other him looks, well, dead. And how is that even possible? His hand stretches out, fingertips skimming across the high cheekbones of his – but not his – face. The skin is waxy and cold. He is dead, and has been for a while, although the corpse must have been preserved in some way.
So then…is he a ghost? How would that work, exactly? He feels so real, more real, even, than the dead him, who is as still and artificial looking as a mannequin, scarlet hair falling over closed eyes. His own eyes flick down to the corpse's neck, where a ragged wound is, black around the edges as though burnt. Caused by…a raygun. He remembers now, with a strange sort of s
My Chemical SmileMy Chemical Smile3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Truly, the walls were a light shade of orange and green. Autumnal colors, matching the current season. But my broken mind wouldn't let me see the color. To me, the walls were bleach white, like those of a prison camp. Fitting, to how I saw the cursed place. They called it a psych ward, but I saw the truth. It was an asylum. A place for the broken and insane. Like me. The last destination before you reached the point of no return.
I had been dropped here the night my mind broke itself down. It was cold, and because I spoke next to none of the native language, we had trouble finding the right place in the vast expanse of the hospital. Finally we found something that looked promising. A stretcher with arm and leg straps. In my broken, weary state, I assumed they were meant for me, so I hid behind my mother like a child afraid of a nearing sto
My Chemical Romance QuotesMy Chemical Romance Quotes:My Chemical Romance Quotes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Frank Iero Quotes:
Frankie: Eww is that a bug?
Fan 1: No, I think it's a sharpie mark.
Frankie: It is a bug.
Fan 2: No, actually it is a bug. I sorta smushed it by accident and it stayed on the picture.
Frankie: That's gross (circles bug and write eww on paper).
It's about a girl and a guy and they both die....no wait...she doesn't die....he just THINKS she's dead.....
We actually wanted to do this in OUR church...but uh... we don't GO there anymore....
Popsicles should be the new black, that way everyone would have one!
I would date Gerard.
Homophobia is gay.
Yeah, I have fired a gun and I loved it.
I can't imagine any other bands having better kids than ours, and if they do at least I know our kids can beat up their kids.
We just have to watch Mikey and make sure he doesn't put anymore forks in the toaster.
If you don't lis