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maren | 28 | they/he | em cee art pool boy at the honeythispodcast

[honeythispodcast]

WE ARE BACK FROM THE DEAD

Rising like the bloody corpse of your favorite vocalist after they've been stabbed and stabbed and stabbed by a clown, Honey This Podcast makes its triumphant return!!!! As we discuss at the outset, this episode is a bit cobbled together with some reflections on the tour from mid-August as well as some thoughts on fascism from before the tour even launched (terrible audio included!) but we've got some insights and wild predictions that did not come true that we think you'll quite enjoy.

Topics include: The Boston Incident, super lame cancer like from the My Chemical Romance song, Ticketmaster in our fucking crosshairs, CLOWNS, My Chemical Cryptography, us not knowing Charlie Saxton's name yet (sorry Charlie), tricking 25,000 people into watching performance art, fascism as an alluring aesthetic, Dr.Strangelove and good satire, ballgown wishful thinking, LIZA MINELLI, military drag, new music wishful thinking, how everything is the Cold War, democratizing the barricade experience, and our ardent demands for a limp clown.

love u guys so glad to be back!!!

[gerardtweets]

[cordspaghetti]

strange happenings on the brain

[miss-mollys-ballet-blog]

Gerard Way being the quintessential older brother to Mikey during the B set at Wembley, July 10th, 2026.

[trashthemorgue]

desert stars

[girlstunts]

[ambulancelivedebut]

oh so they can just play ambulance now. okay.

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

IS HONEY ON THE MENU NOW ??

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

ohhh they know they sounded good as shittttt in london THIS RULES

[tasteofchaos2005]

A SECOND HONEY THIS MIRROR HAS HIT THE TOWERS

[gerardwaysbob]

THE AMOUNT OF PILLS IM TAKING COUNTERACTS THE BOOZE IM DRINKING AND THIS VANITY IM BREAKING LETS ME LIVE MY LIFE LIKE THIS AND WELL I FIND IT HARD TO STAYYY WITH THE WORDS YOU SAYYY OH BABY LET ME INNNNN OH BABY LET ME INNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

[butiknowiloatheyou]

pick up the phone ray toro!!!!

[theaterard]

its so funny seeing gerard and frank’s different ideas of fan service/ public displays of sexual method acting. because frank’s is “i just jumped this man like a rabid animal and tongued him a little”

and gerard’s is like “the doctor feeds me pills that make me love her. the guards force me over the podium while the Eye calls out to me like a father.”

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

It’s weird what people consider exercise. I remember I’ve seen like, people post data about how many steps people get and it said though it excluded steps from work. Or when I was at a doctor and they were asking about my level of activity and specifically wanted to know if I was like you know, going to a gym, going on runs or walks, biking, and I said I was mainly active through my work which was being a janitor and they didnt consider that to be physical activity like sheer amount of steps, carrying things, pushing things, running around, etc didnt mean anything because after that I didnt then go on a bike ride or go to the gym. I even tried to explain the amount of activity and exertion that went into the work but it didnt seem to matter.

Was just thinking of that bcuz I was just doing some gardening and It’s a lot of work carrying around pots and bags of dirt and digging in the hot sun.

[mychemicalraymance]

[lestatbf]

oh god she's realizing its all falling apart

[lestatbf]

this is very sweet unfortunately this post is about suicide clowns

[lestatbf]

[infectiouspiss]

b stage <3

[slowlikehoney1996]

If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

James Baldwin, Nothing Personal