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The Smashing Pumpkins: Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness (1995)

No but seriously imagine it:

You’re seeing fall out boy on a concert. Everyone is having a great time. Fall out boy seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Partick says. All of a sudden P!ATD come out and start singing “this is gospel.” When Brendon gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing… “When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band.” Lights flash everywhere, and you see FOB singing “this is gospel” along with P!ATD, while MCR is singing “Black parade”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

heritage-post

date of origin: September 18th, 2015

youngveins

‘that time brendon had a black eye so ryan drew one on to match him’ scans / my edit

murraysiskind-deactivated202406

Scientists: Eating refined sugar is not healthy

Me: whatetever

Bigfoot knowledge haver on Destination America: If you eat too much refined sugar it limits your psionic capacity and can prevent you from putting out the energies you need to attract a bigfoot into your area. This can seriously lower your chance of having an encounter

Me: Oh fuck...

anothersuperstition

the demolition lovers, inspired by and directly based off of gustav klimt’s ‘the kiss’

nearlybitches

RIP Panic(!) at the Disco, 2004- July 6th, 2009. Short life, but 2 phenomenal albums. Thank you Ryan Ross and Jon Walker.

plugsandmusic

fangsup-cobrastyle

I made a UQuiz that’s all lyrics omg. So if you’re like me and you actually like the lyrics questions, check it out!

Pick some emo lyrics, and I’ll assign you an emo band to listen to!

https://uquiz.com/UZu9Ic

gnawrl

nice, i had grand theft autumn playing the moment i got fob lol

obsidian-sphere

The 1922 German release poster for Nosferatu.

maryolive

IMPORTANT!! do you pronounce beloved as be-lov-ed or be-loved?

#be-lov-ed

lake-shark

the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.