“And Suffer All The Angels, This Purifying Flame” -House Of Wolves Version 2 Demo, My Chemical Romance

it is missing dan hours (4/?)

some fabulous killjoys

anyone else remember being a child and seeing the very neat handwriting of other little girls and somehow knowing that you were a different genre of person than they were

Gerard: I want to see my little boy

Mikey, carrying Frank: Here he comes

Frank, squirming: I'm NOT little!

So....the post of me talking about Dan with a beard got 10 notes. So...now I’ll show you some of bearded Dan, in all his glory. It may not look good to you, but I personally think it looks PHENOMENAL on him.

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To be honest, I feel like it kind of ( KIND OF ) suits him? Just a small bit. It doesn’t completely change the way he looks when he smiles or anything, it’s almost like a fluffy add on. If you don’t like it, that’s fine, I get that. Please don’t send hate lol I just think this is really cool~ 💕

alright, count me in

MCR return setlist is perfection 👌

publicity stunts

by Trojie

Relationships: Frank/Gerard Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance Words: 6,278 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: The record company thinks a few plausibly-deniable rumours about Gerard and Frank dating would be good PR, but of course, they’re not contractually obligated to sleep together or anything. Ahahah.

Rec: Fake Dating is not one of my staple tropes, Secret Relationship, however, absolutely is one of my favorites! And the combination is fantastic. Frank and Gerard fake-but-actually-for-real dating is so good! This fic has everything: It’s funny, it’s fluffy, it’s sweet. There is a tiny bit of angst. It’s super well-written. I love it. Absolutely a feel-good read.

A masterpost of incorrect MCR quotes

Frank: I may be short but that still doesn’t mean you won’t face the wrath of god.

Ray: We lost a lot of good bread that day..

Ray: And several human lives.

Bob: Gerard, be frank. Do you like me?

Gerard: How can I be Frank if I’m Gerard?

Bob: *screams internally*

Mikey: If I die, my funeral is gonna be the biggest party and you’re all invited.

Gerard: “If”?

Frank: Great, the one party I’m invited to and he might not even die.

Gerard: what if the G in gif is silent

Lindsey, on the other side of the bed: go to sleep

Gerard: what gif I don’t want to

Lindsey: fuck you

Mikey: The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.

Ray: Well, you made a lot of people nervous.

Gerard: So? That’s because they’re a bunch of bitch-ass white boys.

Ray: I hate to break it to you, Gee, but you’re a bitch-ass white boy too.

Frank: if spiders were the size of cats, would they be less scary or more scary? On the one hand, they wouldn’t get into your house so easily, but once they’re in there, ohhh boy. ohhhhhhhhh boy.

Party Posion: Hey, Hey, cut the music!

Party Posion: So one of you left a ice cube on the ground and now my sock is wet. *cocking ray gun* Which one of you is gonna die?

Jet Star: How do you just eat with a dead guy laying there?

Fun Ghoul: What, am I supposed to share?

Gerard: Would you like a cup of coffee?

Mikey: Sure, sounds nice-

Gerard: Get me one too.

Mikey: *looks into the camera*

Bob: Every time I talk with you people it gets more and more absurd!

Frank: You say “you people” like you’re not part of the family. Well I got news for you. You’re already on the Christmas card.

Frank: Gee, you’re like a angel with no wings.

Gerard: So a person.

Korse: What do they call you?

Party Posion: They call me Johnny two-guns, on account of my two guns. What about you?

Korse: Johnny fifty-guns.

Party Posion: fuck you.

some dude: So. The fabulous four. I thought you were a myth.

Kobra Kid: Well you were mythtaken.

Mikey: Remember that time you dared me to lick the swing set?

Gerard: No, I said, “Michael, don’t you dare lick the swing set,” then you said, “Don’t tell me what to do, Way” then you licked the swing set.

Jet Star: It’s time for bed.

Missile Kid, holding a teddy bear up: Mr. Snuffles says I can stay up as long as I want, and that you need to DIE

Jet Star: *crouches down*

Jet Star: Mr. Snuffles, what the hell

Party Posion: Listen up, you little shits.

Party Posion: Not you, Missile. You’re a angel and we’re glad you’re here.

Mikey: Who the fuck-

Ray: Language.

Mikey: Whom the fuck-

Ray: NO

Gerard: What do you want to eat?

Frank’s internal monologue: THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT.

Frank: a bagel.

Frank’s internal monologue: NOOO

Frank: two bagels!

Lindsey, a deck of tarot cards on the table before her: I will now tell your fortune.

Jamia: Cool

Lindsey: why is every card death, what the fuck, I don’t even own that many death cards

Jamia: Figures.

Gerard: My work here is done.

Jamia: But you didn’t even do anything!

Gerard: *steps into the shadows*