ੈ✩‧₊˚ I like art, making things, music, mcr, fob, ptv, etc. I also like horror movies, physical media, and trying new things :)
⋆ ˚｡⋆ I plan to use this blog to practice writing, as I’ve only ever written academically. Constructive criticism is encouraged, just don’t be an ass about it.
⇒ Fandoms to pick from: just mcr for now
⋆ ˚｡⋆ I will write: headcanons, drabbles, one shots, ships, x reader, mlm, wlw, mlw, gn reader, suggestive things, smut is also on the table, it just might be a bit short till I get into it.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ I won’t write: dead dove, noncon, underage/large age gaps. I don’t have many limits, so request whatever/whoever and I’ll write what I’m comfortable with.
˙⋆✮: ̗̀➛ I don’t really have a DNF, but just don’t be a bigot, an asshole, or a weirdo and we should be fine
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Listen to me. Now that mcr is a band again and touring they think everyone will just forget about hesitant alien and forget about millions. They want you to forget about the lyrics to millions. They want you to forget about you don’t understand we don’t hold hands. They want you to forget about and while we’re laying on the floor my mouth is sore i’m keeping score a million reasons but i need a million more. They want you to forget about you believe in love i believe in faith. You cannot forget about millions. Takes you by the shoulders. Look into my eyes you cannot forget about millions. They can’t make you forget
My name is Ramy, I’m 22 years old from northern Gaza, and I am the oldest brother of four younger brothers and one little sister who rely on me completely. Our home was destroyed during the war, and since then we have been living in a fragile tent with no safety, no stability, and often not enough food. I’ve searched everywhere for work to support my family, but I simply cannot find a job 💔
Every day, I watch my younger siblings grow weaker from hunger and exhaustion. Even our dog, who has always been part of our family, has lost so much weight because I can no longer provide food for him either. The hardest moments are at night when my siblings ask me when life will become normal again, and I have no answer except patience and prayer.
My name is Ramy. I am 22 years old, from northern Gaza, and I am the oldest brother in my family. I have four younger brothers and one littl
I am not asking for luxury — only a chance to protect my family and restore a little dignity to our lives. Any support, no matter how small, can help provide food, medicine, and hope for my brothers and sister 🙏🤍 Even sharing our story means the world to us.
My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.
Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺
We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔
The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.
Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.
This is our donation link.
Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔
My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
Here is mcr's entire set from their May 10, 2026 Welcome to Rockville performance. Credit is appreciated if you use the footage for gifs or anything else!
shaving ur entire body for an mcr concert just doesnt work as a concept. instead u should be growing out ur hair especially the bush and u can even put it in a nice braid. if gerard way knew about ur bush braid then u would be invited backstage where ud meet lindsey who saw u from across the stadium and really liked ur vibes.
the only thing you really have to understand about geoff rickly is that he was created in a lab to be your weird as fuck eccentric high school english teacher who is mercilessly mocked and psychologically tortured by most of the class because he’s a very easy target but dearly adored by the kids who are about to figure out they’re trans because he is also deeply lovable and has a face you could come out to. and he was one semester away from becoming exactly this when the universe took a left turn and he accidentally became a rockstar who influenced the direction of an entire subculture of music. and ever since then the universe has been trying to make up for this little mishap by punishing him with a series of misfortunes almost poetic in their magnitude. he IS the tragic postmodern protagonist he should be trying to critically analyse with bunch of unenthusaistic sixteen-year-olds who only know how to deal with their unfortunate crush on him by bullying him.
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
Donation link
I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Ma… Thistle Path needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
