average mcr interview is like
interviewer: so what’s your guys favorite place to eat out at?
ray: i really like red robin’s. love their robin burgers!
frank: under this fascist government there’s no where safe to eat. (cup o noodle)
gerard: 🚬 🚬 🚬 uhhhm… hmmm.. well that’s a tough one.. hmmm . 🚬 yknow i think that like. well really the best place for US to eat out yknow as a band of fucked up normal guys who do gay shit is like an olive garden… 🚬 they’re really free over there… you can get breadsticks and nobody asks who you are or where you’re going… they never ask what your pro-
mikey: i fucking love eating dude like straight up i’ll eat anywhere
build up build up overflowing, running, screaming, gasping, choking they can’t save you so stop calling cancer seething, senseless bleeding “3 2 1, now start the screaming” red alert, don’t speak, keep silent or i’ll it’s all black now, nothing’s breathing, moving, shaking father, i have sinned, believe me, the roaming hellhounds sure can’t tree me and now i’m waiting, watching, praying, please don’t […] ellipsis pause breathe it’s not what you see, it’s how you see it the mind is a weapon use it
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@appsa
the concept and idea of “you can always start trying to be a better person” is extremely important to me both in media and irl and i continue to be deeply deeply disturbed by the trend on this site pushing that these ideas in media are bad writing or even morally reprehensible
because theyd rather someone stay terrible or just straight up die than become a better person
from a compassionate point of view it’s deeply distressing and from a pragmatic point of view it’s outright frustrating
it’s fucked up.
Faggot fall is upon all
i eated all the faggpts....
I haven’t posted about MCR in a hot minute but I do wanna say something about Bob. No, he wasn’t a good person. No, you don’t have to suddenly like him because he’s gone. But you can still acknowledge that he was in an awful situation and that it is a horrible way to be found and that whatever happened to him must’ve been a scary way to go. My heart goes out to his friends and family because this is a horrible, traumatizing thing to learn happened a loved one - especially after you haven’t heard anything from them for nearly a month. You can have some compassion while not excusing Bob’s actions.
﹙he/they/it . BPD + DID + AUDHD + ANXIETY . i luv mcr nd msi﹚
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