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im in my schools yearbook class, which they have to list as journalism to actually get funding for it so when im not working on spreads i have to write an article to get my weekly participation grade, and so heres the first one of those :) raw text under the cut btw :o)

I Am Not Afraid to Keep On Living: A Queer Perspective On The Black Parade

By: Lachlan (thats me)

You may have heard that when I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. And he said, “Son, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the beaten, the broken, and the damned?” It’s an experience I share with everyone who has listened to My Chemical Romance’s 2006 album, The Black Parade.

MCR is well known for having a largely queer and teenaged fanbase, so it’s no wonder why so many people have been able to directly connect to the lyrics.

Many transgender people feel a connection with lyrics from the second verse of Mama, “You should’ve raised a baby girl, I should’ve been a better son.” My friend Sunny (@suns-pott), who is a trans man like me, describes their connection to the lyrics: “It really resonates with me in the way that as a trans man, I can’t be the daughter my mom expected and wanted me to be. Then the last person in my family to come out as trans got disowned so... maybe I could’ve been a better son by being born as a guy.”

I personally find the bridge from Welcome To The Black Parade heart wrenchingly empowering, “On and on, we carry through the fears / Disappointed faces of your peers / Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all / Do or die, you'll never make me / Because the world will never take my heart / Go and try, you'll never break me / We want it all, we wanna play this part / I won't explain or say I'm sorry / I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars / Give a cheer for all the broken / Listen here, because it's who we are…”

It’s quite long, but it’s extremely important to me. It’s me joining in with all of my queer siblings yelling to the world that we always be who we are and not be sorry about it, we will be unashamed in our expression, we will carry on through the hardships and persecution, we will not the world take our compassion or force us into “normality”, and just so, so, so much more.

Almost a week ago, on September 13th, I was at the Raymond James Stadium in Tampa, seeing My Chemical Romance perform. When they got to that bridge in Welcome To The Black Parade, I actually teared up. I cried. It was a surreal experience to be able to scream those lyrics in tandem with thousands of people and the band right there on stage.

Welcome To The Black Parade reminds me to keep living, to not give into despair and end it all. It reminds me that I need to keep fighting not just for myself, but for all of my trans and queer and marginalized siblings. And to carry on the memories of those who have died.

While my view most likely isn’t all that uncommon in the queer community, it’s still an extremely powerful message of acceptance and hope that we desperately need during my generation's political turmoil.

image captions:

A group of people hold up mcrtransflag’s (insta) Black Parade jacket that turns into a transgender flag outside of the Rogers Center in Ontario, Canada, before MCR’s Long Live The Black Parade Performance.

CD insert poster for MCR’s The Black Parade album.

Lead singer of MCR, Gerard Way, dressed as a cheerleader during the bands show at Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee during the 2022 Swarm Tour.

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mcr outback steak house fic posted :3

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holy shit i just reread this fic i wrote (link) and- omg its so ass. rewrite coming soon. maybe

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why does it wear the collar, if not to be owned?

to show its owner its humanity is irrelevent when not in the presence of him?

it responds to commands given only by its master.

it used to fight him - alongside people who fought him - but now it comes when he calls.

it wears the mark of ownership not granted to his other dogs, for they are wild, and it is tamed, even if just barely.

he pets it, and loves it, but only if it is loyal.

and it most always is.

it used to bare its teeth and growl at him, when first met by his touch; but angled itself for more none-the-less.

it showed loyalty to many.

to him, it showed delusion.

but what is loyalty, if not a form of delusion?

the lines are blurred for it.

it has little sense of who it was before - it knows well who it is after.

its master changed it.

yet, it also changed its master.

[miles-is-so-gay]

get ready for my upcoming fic called “jason has fucking lice”

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havent seen anyone contribute to the meagre amount of darkwood fics on ao3 since pyros video so i had to do it myself 🙄

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ehhh fuck it little snippet of something

divider by @/derelictheretic

Debauched

adj. violated; corrupted

indulging in or characterized by sensual pleasures to a degree perceived to be morally harmful; dissolute.

synonyms: animalize, debased, defiled, depraved, licentious, wanton, gone to the dogs, in the gutter

Jacob had coerced Shayne to kill the leader of the Whitetails in cold blood. He was horrified for a split second; pupils narrow and frightened - and then Jacob appeared in his peripheral. His hackles rose, but his eyes were calmer.

He efficiently dispatched of the Chosen and their Judges, all the way up to Jacob’s vantage point, and then…

He surrendered.

And now, Shayne - Hope County’s savior, their Junior Deputy, Joseph’s Lucifer of sorts – is kneeling at his boots; covered head-to-toe in the blood of his men, submitting.

Jacob lowers down and grasps the deputy’s chin in a large, scarred hand.

“What are you doing pup?”

He stares up Jacob, confused. “’M yours, only you, want- need you-”

“Ah, I see now.” The deputy perks up, relieved. “My little mutt thought he was special, didn’t he?”

The deputy’s face swarms crimson, and he looks away, but Jacob still has a strong grip on his chin. Jacob rubs over the uneven stubble on the others face, thumbs at his lips. Shayne stares wantonly up at him as he takes the digit softly into his maw, taking care to avoid it scraping against his fangs.

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to anyone thats interested in my silly flower meaning writings, um i dont think im gonna be able to post on weekendz cuz i have procrastination to do then but on weekdays i have school and i get bored so, then i write

yeah but like if people scream at me to start getting them done i can probably push em out on weekends idk lmao