Hi!! So I'm finally getting around to making an intro post! I'll link any updates on Party at the End of the World here since this will be pinned to the top.
†· Most recent Party at the End of the World update
†· My ao3
†· About: My name's Aspen (she/they, 20), and I'm an English Lit major currently experiencing frequent visits from the Ao3 author's curse.
†· Favorite Band: My Chemical Romance
†· Other artists/bands: Green Day, Ice Nine Kills, FOB, MIW, Chappell Roan, Billy Joel, Deftones, Queen, Nirvana, David Bowie, Seb Lowe, Sibylle Baier, The Smiths, The Twilight Sad, and anything 1920s–40s!
†· Main Fandoms: My Chemical Romance, Percy Jackson, Dead Poets Society, but I'm in others as well! These are just the ones I'm most active in
†· Movies: Dead Poets Society, Pride & Prejudice (2005), To Kill a Mockingbird (Gregory Peck loml 🩵), Spider-Man (2002), The Amazing Spider-Man (2012), LOTR, 28 Days Later, Silence of the Lambs, American Psycho, Night of the Living Dead (1968), Donnie Darko, The Crow
†· Series: Supernatural, School Spirits, TWD, Downton Abbey, BBC Merlin, TUA
†· Books: Percy Jackson + Heros of Olympus, The Secret History, The Cather in the Rye, If We Were Villains, Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, Divine Rivals. I'm always looking for book recs though!! 🩵
Between-songs transcript - Glasgow, Scotland (4 July 2026)
The recordings for Liverpool disappointed me so I took matters into my own hands. Under the cut 🙏
[before disappear]
[Gerard]: Ha! Ha! Ha! Haha! Ha… Glasgow, how are you? It’s lovely to be here tonight with you. We are the 52nd regiment of The Black Parade, we’re very happy to be here. Over here, we have the Draag National Auxiliary Band, a red telephone, some wheat, and the man of the hour, the most handsome man, voted 27 times in Draagred Magazine, and the reason we’re here today, please, put your hands together, and make some noise for His Grand Immortal Dictator. We thank you. My parents thank you. Now, shall we continue?
[before sharpest lives]
[Gerard]: Oh goodie! Oh good. Blood.
[before i dont love you] [elexecution]
[Gerard]: Ladies and gentlemen! When you all came in here today, you received a gift: a sign. One side says yea! Look at all of that yea. One side says nay! Look at all that… nay. So what we’re gonna do here is hold an election. These fine people over up on that podium right there, right between our Grand Immortal Dictator and then another important looking navy-black stand over there, right, we have elections in Draag, and they work really well, so. These are the candidates that decided to run against His Grand Immortal Dictator. What’s their platform? I don’t know. But it’s up to you to decide if we vote them in or if we keep and remain our Grand Immortal Dictator. Keep our dictator, y’know? I’m bending this up. Alright. So. Let’s find out. What do you think? [resets music] [laughs] [stops music] Spice… sp—sp—spice bag. Alright. Now. Who wants to elect these individuals? Give me a yea. I think they want a clean environment, something like that. Right—wow, that’s a lot of votes for them. Okay. Now, um, who wants to keep our Grand Immortal Dictator? Let me see. Yeah, that’s a lot of them. Alright, well, they didn’t win, but there’s a consolation prize, let’s show them what they won. Roll! Ready! Aim! Fire! That was the best election yet, I thought. What’d you guys think? Now get them the fuck out of here. Wave goodbye as they carry them away.
[during mama][dagger verse]
[Gerard]: Hello! How are you? Are you feeling better? Looking quite well? Well, it’s nice to see you. We’re here tonight to share you something… shh.
[introducing Marianne]
[Gerard]: Marianne! Thank you so much for gracing us with your presence tonight, Marianne. We’re sure glad to see you. Are you guys glad to see Marianne? She’s so nice. We’re gonna count her in, ya? We’re gonna practice, and then we’re gonna count her, and she’s gonna sing this part of it, it’s something—it’s something we do. It goes like this, what I’ll do is say, I said one—two—and then you go, one—two—three—four. Let’s, uh, let’s practice. I said one—two. Now, let’s do it for real. But with conviction. Are you ready?
[before disenchanted]
[Projection guy]: Our time has come. The button pressed, and a new act has meaning. A single word repeats across the stars, and then our hearts: greatness. Then comes a time when all must ask, what cost to hide? What loss so great, to scrawl our names in sand? Or chisel them in concrete? Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight to all.
[before famous last words]
[Gerard]: The clock… the clock is ticking. The clock is ticking.
B stage
[before bury me in black]
[Gerard]: We’re My Chemical Romance from New Jersey.
[before nanana]
[Gerard]: Hell yeah. [laughs] Thank you! Fuck yeah! Fuckin’ Scotland, man! Really excited to be back here. We are. We’re really excited. Believe it or not, I don’t know. I don’t know they’d have any reason to doubt it. It’s fucking sick here. Fucking, King Tut’s, Barrowlands, fucking, sick pit in the back of Barrowlands, roped off, puke on the floor. Fantastic! Always a good time here. Oh yeah, I had a special request tonight, on the um—it’s my request, on the set, but, it’s, like, way at the end, so I don’t wanna explain the whole reason for it now. I’ll—I’ll do that later. But, please, make some noise, for one of Mikey Way’s favourite bands, he turned me onto them, this band called Idlewild. And, I have really—just—amazing memories of Mikey Way blasting this in the car and driving around, we’d listen to it together before we even had a band, so. We wanna—it’s a great honour that we got to play with them today, so, Idlewild, thank you so much. Please make some noise for Jarrod Alexander and Jamie Muhoberac. Two guys, been with us a long time. And for the Draag National Auxiliary Band, make some noise for Clarice Jensen, Kayleigh Goldsworthy, and Tucker Rule. We wanna thank our cast. And we wanna thank our crew, even more than usual, we always like to thank them. But they worked really hard today, and this was not easy, so thank you guys so fucking much. I think they’ve been up since 3AM, so, we really, really fucking appreciate them. They’re the best anyway. And there’s two people here, Grant and Kristan Morrison. You know anything about Danger Days, you know Grant. Played—played the pale bad guy, Korse. Bit of a dandy, is how he created him. And, uh, that was a real fucking [indistinct][idk wtf he said] so, to you guys. Cheers. What we we g—oh, wow! That—this worked out so good with what we’re playing next!
[before ghost of you]
[Gerard]: Spooky times, you know? Spooky times! [trilling noises][more trilling noises] you guys love this box. [noisebox noises] we’re gonna play you a song off Revenge. Revenge! Y—you’re gonna wanna light it up. Not light up, light it up. This song is called ‘The Ghost of You’.
[before not okay]
[Gerard]: Alright, what the fuck is a spice bag? We’ve been talking about it all day on stage, even The Black Parade was talking about it. He’s gonna tell me, I think. I can’t—tell you—that—that’s not a real answer. Somebody, uh, somebody on stage during soundcheck, uh, they—they had a theory that it was—that it involved chicken, somehow. Chicken in a bag. Is that right? Those spice bag people they’re w—they’re watching me. The f—the fucking spice bag people are watching me! I don’t know, I don’t know. Maybe one day we’ll find out. Do you think? [to no Scotland no party chant] Is there a song for spice bags that you’re singing? Is that what that song is? So you’re saying it’s—it’s about hot dogs? Seven Nation Army? That’s what it sounds like, right? That’s Seven Nation Army? [laughs] Everybody’s like, yo, just fucking play the song. [laughs] Let’s do it! Woohoo!
[before Ambulance]
[Gerard]: Yo, fuck, that smells good! Whatever that is! Oh, is that—is that what it is? No Scotland No Party? Jay [name] our sound guy passed a note all the way from front of house. To Greg, who found it. So what does that mean? You don’t have Scotland, there’s no fucking party? Hell yeah. Um, so uh, we’re gonna play you guys a song we’ve never played before, and, uh, it’s off Conventional Weapons, and, hold on. My hands are sticky, too, so— okay. Um, yeah, I don’t know—I don’t know which one of the EPs it was off of, but this song—the second one, Frank knows, I think he sequenced them, this song is called ‘Ambulance’.
[before sorrows]
[Gerard]: Thank you guys! That’s pretty cool. Thank you guys! [booping noises] [noisebox noises] Let’s go! This songs off the first record! It’s called ‘Our Lady of Sorrows’.
[before helena]
[Gerard]: Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla! Ra ra ra ra la la la! La la la la la la! La la la la? Ooh…
before Vampires]
[Gerard]: This is the song I requested. I don’t remember where we played, it was small, and, uh, we were in some kind of van with a wooden floor, and, afterwards, there was just some kids asking us to sign stuff, and, uh, I encountered a young man with blond hair, who asked me to sign—still, to this day, the strangest thing I ever signed, which was a fucking wooden stake to kill a vampire with. Looking at it now, not that strange, still pretty cool. The coolest, in fact, so I wanted to end tonight with this one, my favourite My Chemical Romance song.
I have this bad thing where when I read or see something, even for the briefest moment, I can remember most of what it says. This does not bode well when I accidentally see spoilers.
If I were incredibly rich, I’d print out every fic from AO3 to create a library where people could come and read them. That way, even if internet disappears, fanfiction won't + there will be shelves for every tag and every ship. In the basement, there will be y/n stories for the daring
I also wrote my ex-best friend in as a character, so I guess I have to kill him off now if I decide to continue it (I'm not). A lot of the characters, if not all, were based on someone I knew at the time ;-;
