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friendly reminder that the back up vocals in cemetery drive during āsinging songs that make you slit your wristsā is gerard just repeating over and over again ādonāt do itā and the stripped version makes that clear
"kris doesn't like us!!!" speak for yourself they literally made me a cage just for me
being crammed into small places is human soul enrichment. it;s like a cage for a hamster
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okay everyone cash in your reblogs for this post now because im gonna make it unrebloggable on its 1 year anniversary (dec 9th). have fun w it <3
I saw that Salt Route AU thing, and I gotta say you guys arenāt going nearly far enough with it.
Like, yeah, as a dream the creator had, I can see why it would be haunting and striking, but if you were to actually do a Weird Route with Spamton in Noelleās role, Spamton wouldnāt be just a meek submissive who just went along naively with whatever Kris (you) wanted.Ā
Like, imagine a Salt Route with Spamtonās canon personality.Ā
Spamton is, at first, thrilled that Kris is helping him, just like he is in-game. He goes along gleefully with you because he has an allyāor maybe even a friendāfor the first time in God knows how long.Ā
Even the eliminating his fellow Darkeners in the name ofĀ āgetting strongerā would give him a thrill. Donāt forget, this is the same guy who sells you the Thorn Ring in the canon Weird Route. What makes you think heād object to murder?Ā
And these are the very same Darkeners that rejected him, so he could even view it as a twisted form of retribution. Take the moment where he kills the Addison, for instance. Why wouldnāt he be positively giddy at being given the go-ahead by Kris, to finally be strong enough to hurt the people who hurt him? He would be elated.
Orā¦soā¦heā¦thinksā¦
Somewhere along the way, he realizes just how tight a grip you (Kris) has on him. That he isnāt he one making these calls to [kill or be killed], he isnāt the one calling the shots, itās you deciding everything and controlling him. And he realizes heās been made into a puppet all over again, except itās not the Voice on the phone pulling the strings, itās Kris (you), the kid standing right next to him, the kid he thought (in some twisted way) was his friend.
Thatās what drives him to despair. Not the killing but the fact that youāre the one making him do it. And when he tries to resist you (like Noelle does in the Weird Route) and realizes he has no choice but to obey, thatās when he regrets the horrible things heās done. In the most twisted case of reverse psychology ever, he now desperately longs to take back the things you told him to do, and even feels sickened at his earlier glee. Because when he crashes down from the emotional high of that sweet, sweet [Revenge Sauce], he realizes that not even his own emotions are safe from your influences. Even what he feels is determined by you.
And when he realizes the Lightener he thought was giving him his freedom has essentially enslaved him, thatās when he just breaks. And at some point, his demeanor changes from railing against you to worshipping you, praying to you like he did to the machine in the basement. He goes full-circle, and you become his new voice, his new heaven.
Essentially, in this route, he replaces his old god, the Voice on the phone, with a new one, the Voice in his ear.
And this time, no oneās ever hanging up.
EDIT:
I have written a fan fic based on this post. Links are below:
Archive of Our Own link is here. FanFiction.net link is here.
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mikey way is stronger than any us marine because if i was in a band with my big brother who i grew up with and every night he was saying shit like this song is about getting fucked in the ass this song is about sucking dick for cocaine this song is about the time i took a ride in a guys iroc and got totally fucking pregnant i'll suck your dick again instead of i'll kiss your lips again big difference between me and david cassidy is i suck way more dick than that guy life is but a dream for the dead and i can't stop sucking off every single guy that i see i would not wait for the haunted mansion we are all living in to drive me to the brink of insanity to consider quitting the band
One of the most important things about mcr, and what makes mcr so awesome, is that not one single member is cool. Not one of them! They are all so fucking lame and weird.
Gerard gets asked about his artistic inspirations and he goes on a rant about Joan of Arc and squid. In lotms he had a perfect replica of some Lord of the Rings sword in his room and a notebook labeled 'Star Wars Notes'. There's literally too much to list.
Mikey is a shivery chihuahua of a human being who got more ass than anyone else in the band and got his first bass by stealing it from Gerard's ex and used to tuck his hair under his glasses and stalked his favorite band up and down the east coast. After he got famous he would invite random dudes he met of WoW to his real life house. His favorite book is IT, and as someone else who's favorite book is IT, that's not a hallmark of a well adjusted human being. He got asked for a joke in an interview and the best he came up with was "a man walks into a bar... and says ouch! :)"
Frank dropped out of a psychology program at rutgers to live in a van with 2 dudes who didn't shower. He's a perpetual motion machine of a man who said in some interview that when he got bored on tour he started reading the hotel shampoo and toothpaste ingredients list for something to do. He posted his whole ass on instagram and cries after shows. He wrote a song inflammatory enough to get the secret service on his ass and his dad drummed on tour for kiss and was maybe the last person to speak to John Lennon.
People like to act like Ray's the normal, well adjusted, cool one. He carried a spider-man action figure with him for like a year. He collected PokƩmon plushies well into his 20s. He went to fucking film school and got an alfred hitchcock tattoo and made a movie abt a guy who ate eggs and went insane. We all saw the mr. Pea(Nuts) thing he posted like last week. We've all seen the pictures with James Dewees.
All four of them had an interview with a porn mag and wouldnt shut up about dnd. They wouldn't write a song for twilight but they did for Yo Gabba Gabba. None of them are cool and they don't care and that's the whole fucking point.
the worst thing about gerard and geoff's friendship is that i genuinely believe that they will casually say the most fucked up stuff to each other and not bat an eye.
like this gnarly ass quote from gerard's interview with nylon guys in may 2010. this is probably just a tuesday when you talk to your cosmically fated tragic narrative foil on a regular basis