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#Artist Mikey is very important to me ok??

sattosugu · 2 years

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Hi Luna! Questions 1 and 7 for the Tokyorev ask game? ^u^

Thank you so much for sending in some questions Zebra!! You are just the sweetest. I hope your week is going well and you and your family are staying safe! Ok on with the questions. I'll try and not ramble a lot but one of these questions is going to be a bit long lol sorry.

𝟬𝟭. which gang is your favorite?

My favorite gang from TR is Toman. I've always felt drawn into the Toman plot or scenes because of what they represent. A Family, to me do they. Mikey is such an awesome leader and one of my favorite characters in the whole series. He treats his members like a family and he is such a caring person to Toman. He is also very strong and he is loyal, meaning he protects what is important to him. Draken is like the big brother to the group, Mitsuya is the care taker (basically making sure that Toman members look good in amazing outfits he creates). I'm sorry that I can't discuss about all of the other members of Toman without making this a very long paragraph but I hope you know what I am trying to say lol. All of the main Toman members give something to Toman could be smarts, loyalty etc. ^^

𝟬𝟳. what is your favorite manga panel?

This is a very tough question, tbh I love most of the spread panels in TR. Wakui-san is such an amazing artist that I can literally pick any spread panel and say it's my favorite but my all time favorite panel is this one:

This panel is just amazing! I was screaming when this happened, because after what happened in the manga. SPOILERS underneath the cut ^^

You would assume that Mikey wouldn't return after Emma's death and like he looked so sad and defeated by that and I was basically crying over that as well but once this happened I was crying and cheering. It's one of the moments where I can't wait to see it in the anime because it just looks so iconic and so cool.

#amazing mutuals #thank you so much for sending in this!#I love answering questions about TR so much.#long post #tokyo revengers

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lolnotactive · 3 years

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tokyorev actorau!rambles (excuse any typos bye)

actor!mikey is always checking on his co-stars after filming a fight scene. ‘i didn’t hit you did i?’ is definitely something he always says.

i can honestly imagine the tokyorev cast being very fucking funny… i feel like actor!mitsuya always laughs during a serious scene (same with actor!takemichi like he could just be filming a scene where he is supposed be getting beat up or crying and just die laughing)

actors that forget their lines the most have to be baji, chifuyu, draken (emma stays laughing her ass off at him) … i think actor!kazutora is always asking the director if he can help with camera because it looks fun “wait, can i help with this scene?” he says while running off set.

what baji, chifuyu and draken do/say when they forget their lines

baji - i think he’ll look directly at the camera with a certain face and everyone will just know and start laughing at him “don’t laugh at me!” he says while laughing at himself.

chifuyu - “fuck” i think he says that a lot especially when he forgets his lines and he definitely over-exaggerates it a lot but not in a bad way more in a funny dramatic way.

draken - he can’t be serious, i think he stumbles over his words and covers his mouth with his hand to start giggling about it so he would definitely be like “i am so sorry” while dying of laughter.

all of them find dying scenes funny, they mess up the scenes by saying something cringy other than lines or making a funny face while there supposed to be seriously dead in the scene.

um … baji & chifuyu really do be bestfriends on set and on the show, they are always play fighting and ruining eachothers scenes on purpose “oh—i’m sorry was i in your shot?” and they definitely end up having a bunch of interviews together (when the whole cast has an interview together it is definitely chaotic and most of them can’t sit still).

actor!naoto makes fun of his serious look

actor!hanma has a spritz bottle laugh that ends up literally killing everyone during a scene

actor!hina doesn’t forget her lines but her placements during a scene everyone (especially takemichi) has to remind her “hina your supposed to be over here” and she’s just like “oh-“ like she’ll being doing a scene and end up doing a certain hand movement or gesture she isn’t supposed to do but they end up going with it anyways AND she definitely makes fun of the death scenes and laughs when takemichi has to film a crying scene with her and he’s just like “are you laughing at my tears again?”

actors!peh & pah have to always be running off somewhere, literally no one can ever find them when it’s there turn to film…

actor!kisaki is always defending his character tbh and whenever someone tries to get on him about it he is like “ok but didn’t you character do *insert random thing that can be held against them* though”. i also feel like he is always fucking with the props (baji too! he definitely breaks something and is like “aw shit” cause he knows he is gonna get in trouble)

actor!mitsuya IS LIKE TOM HOLLAND THAT ONE TIME … lemme just show you WATCH. actor!hakkai gets on him about it all them time like “dude you are gonna get fired STOP” and he is definitely the one to have to watch him on interviews

actor!sanzu is always fucking up his makeup by accident and always has to go back to the makeup trailer like “yeah… it smeared again” (he pisses the makeup artist off THEY KNOW HE DOESNT MEAN TO THOUGH) like he’ll wipe his face with his hand and forget he has on important makeup

actors!emma and draken are always making fun of each other and i do feel like they would be the ones to actually end up dating in real life

actor!senju is hyper and is always running around on set, i think actor!wakasa laughs a lot during scenes and enjoys his lollipops (a real life sweetheart though)…

actor!taiju has to swear he isn’t mean to his fans “don’t be afraid to talk to me guys”ANDDDD is a real life sweetheart

actors!hakkai and yuzuha give off real sibling energy though … they embody it so well (they are definitely best friends in real life and always being seen at events together)

actors!mikey and draken are bestfriends irl also and they are always being seen together ON set and OFF set, always eating and having long drawn conversations, their trailers are across from eachothers… (also with baji and chifuyu and kazutora they are always in one of the others trailer tbh)

actor!ran does his own braids tbh, always fucking up props and always laughing

actor!rindou definitely pulls pranks (he just looks suspicious) with his co-star baji (you already know his ass be pulling pranks) and i think draken be pulling them too especially on mikey and he just be like “bro…” definitely be beating they ass fr MIKEY IS DEFINITELY THE MOM OF EVERYONE LOL

actors!smiley and angry are brothers in real life of course and definitely pop up a lot in the bloopers together … literally always getting in trouble, always in one of their co-stars trailer, always missing with pah & peh lol (OH AND angry can’t be serious for nothing… especially when filming them crying scenes)

they all get on eachothers nerves, they all LOVE there fans like they love to piss yall off (mostly .. BAJI, mitsuya, draken, emma & hina (loves to piss yall off TOGETHER) and chifuyu and SANZU (he is always fw yall PLS)

actor!hanma claims he dating all his fans when he gets asked who is he dating “literally my fans” (mikey, baji, mistuya and chifuyu too)

LASTLY when the whole cast has to do a table read they are just as invested as WE are … complaining, coming for eachother, laughing and definitely crying at the scenes they have to later film… yall they have so much fun together, the whole cast is more like a big ass friend group.

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lastknownstatus-alive · 2 years

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Hi ! If I may for your Ace Attorney AU I think that April should be Larry and Casey should be Franziska. April could be a "crime magnet" that always end up as a witness and can't keep her job because of it. I know that it's a shame because we can't have sibling Donnie and April like that but hey Larry has knew Miles as long as Phoenix so April and Donnie can still be childhood friend/adopted sibling in this ! Beside Casey personality fit well with Franziska and something interesting can be done with her relationship with Draxum ! And maybe even Splinter if she had know him before his murder ? Or through Donnie's stories of him 🤔.

Anyway feel free to not take into account my opinion on this, it's your AU after all. Though I wanted to share that I think that the rottmnt fandom deserve a fic were the turtles are important witness to a murder, someone is wrongfully arested and Phoenix is the defense attorney. Just thinking about how the boys would probably wound up April into testimony in their stead only for her to be discovered. About how she has to explain herself and tell she'll bring out the true witnesses if they keep an audiences to a minimal and the one present has to vow silence on what they'll discover. Then the boys arrive. All hail Chaos. After some panic people are like "you know everyday in the court of law is already so goddamn weird, this might as well happen ?" and calm down. Then Ralph, Leo, Donnie and Mikey proceed to be your average crazy AA witness (and I see them just testimony together because at this there's mutant in this court people don't care anymore 😂) but they actually provide very useful information. What between Ralph straightforwardness, Leo ability to detect anytging suspicious quicly, Donnie knowledge in technology and Mikey artistic eyes I think they would make very good and useful witness to solve a case. Just thinking about all this make me smile 😄.

Anyway I had forgot about that crossover but now it live rent free in my head again so thank you 😁 !

omg someone else knows enough about ace attorney that the post i made isn't just complete, utter nonsense-

GAH you're right about casey being fran and april probably being larry lmao - "shame this means we can't have april/donnie siblinghood stuff" FDHHDJ THIS FEELS LIKE I'M BEING CALLED OUT because YEAH...i know in my heart that casey fits better as fran bc it kinda aligns with her need to prove herself worthy but. that means i don't get april constantly calling donnie her Little Brother and it just severely annoying him cause it's just, well, True

i like that idea of just april being super unfortunate and just has to be defended constantly (though hm. too bad i don't think she quite fits the Maya role in this scenario lol), so larry does kinda make sense for her. and OH for the 4th case...april as a clutch witness to help her oldest friend out, even though he's so dickish now;; for the games i do see larry/miles/phoenix as the bff trio so perhaps this is better

casey and donnie's relationship i feel would be kinda different from miles/fran relationship since i don't really get any sibling vibes - maybe more like rivals to friends and dealing with all the trauma caused by draxum by the end of the trilogy, or something. casey knowing splinter through donnie if he opens up to her later on would be nice too - maybe a little through draxum badmouthing him as well? this is a mess but idc

ok ok so wait for your thoughts it's like - april is the fake witness then after a turn of events it's revealed she's (like every other witness) lying on the stand to protect her boys. boys come in - man what if Nobody bats an eye and it's because one of them is like "we're cosplayers :)", and everyone immediately forgives this except phoenix - and it's a mess and they're all terrible at being good witnesses bc they're teenagers who've never stepped inside a courtroom ever. they'd all have such sick breakdown animations my god

and ofc phoenix wins but it's after he gets like. repeatedly threatened by a 14 year old with a magic sword. every so often leo make a portal just to smack his face from the defendant's stand if he screws up.

#mar thinks a shitton #(this is a MESS-)#ask #rottmnt #turt lawyer au #long post

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rpf-bat · 4 years

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Celebrate The End Of Things With Cheap Champagne

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: @sirloin-steaks requested a Frank story based on the song “New Year’s Day” by Taylor Swift.

It’s December 31st, 2006, and My Chemical Romance are ringing in the New Year, performing live in Times Square. Frank invites you to come out, and see the show. But, an after-party at the band’s hotel, takes a turn, that nobody saw coming.

Trigger warning for substance abuse.

You stood on the deck of the ferry boat, watching the bright lights of New York City draw closer and closer. You used to take this ferry every day, from your hometown in New Jersey, to your job in Manhattan. But, that seemed like so long ago now.

Once upon a time, your friend and former coworker, Gerard, would catch the morning ferry with you. But, after the September 11th attacks, he’d quit his job at your company, and started a band. His decision had puzzled you at first. But, the first time you saw My Chemical Romance perform live, you had understood.

That was also the night that you met Frank. His guitar playing was electric, and you told him as much, after the band finished their set. It had been at some shitty dive bar - the only venues that would take them at the time. But, he’d told you that night, that he, and Gee, and the guys, were going to make it to the big time. You’d admired his ambition, and the two of you became fast friends. And he’d been right.

Now, four years later, My Chemical Romance was one of the biggest bands in the country. Their album, The Black Parade, had just dropped two months ago, debuting at #2 on the Billboard charts. They had gotten popular enough, to receive a prestigious offer. Ryan Seacrest had asked them to play New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, tonight, in Times Square!

Millions of Americans tuned in every New Year’s Eve, to see the concert broadcast, and watch the ball drop at midnight. It was crazy to you, that your dorky friends from back home in New Jersey, had gotten “big” enough to perform alongside glitzy pop stars, like Christina Aguilera.

You were so psyched for them. It would also be the first time you had seen them in a while. Frank was the only one of the guys who still technically lived in New Jersey. When he was home, and off the road, he would come over to your house all the time, to watch movies, or play video games, just like in the old days. But, the last time that had happened, had been months ago. He, and the rest of the band, had been traveling around nonstop, doing radio and TV interviews, to promote the new album. In February, they were supposed to embark on a world tour.

“But after tonight’s show, we’ll have a little bit of time off, before the tour starts,” Frank had told you excitedly on the phone, yesterday afternoon, when he’d invited you to the gig. “I really hope we get to spend more time together, Y/N. I missed you.”

You had missed him, too - more than words could describe. Your heart ached whenever you drove past his house, knowing that he wasn’t in it. You had things you wanted to say to him tonight - things you’d been waiting to tell him for a long time.

Your heart hammered as you stepped off the ferry, and began walking towards Time Square. The streets were packed with people, all rushing towards the same place you were. You knew some New Yorkers had started camping out at three o’clock in the afternoon, to get the best seats. If Frank hadn’t sent you a VIP pass in the mail, you’d surely have ended up in the way back of the crowd, nowhere close to the stage.

You showed your pass to the security personnel, who were looking through peoples’ bags at a checkpoint, near the entrance to the Square. They waved you through to a special designated area, in the front row, for friends and family of the performers. You were pretty sure the kid on your left was the fourth Jonas Brother. You felt remarkably out of place.

But, then your phone beeped, alerting you that you had a text. A smile crossed your face, when you realized it was from Frank.

We r about 2 head onstage, he said. I will see you after our set, I promise! There’s nobody I’d rather ring in 2007 with :)

You heard the crowd start screaming, and your head whipped around, as you watched the announcer stroll onto the stage.

“Please welcome our next musical guest - My! Chemical! Romaaaaance!”

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Their performance was amazing. They were one of a dozen artists performing tonight, so they only got to do three songs, before they had to get offstage and make room for the next act (Gwen Stefani, apparently). But, they put their whole hearts into those three tracks. Frank was jumping around like a maniac with his guitar, despite the freezing cold. Ray even had a pair of “2007” sunglasses on.

You screamed for them, like every other girl in the crowd. At this point, you thought with a frown, there’s probably ten thousand people, with a crush on the same man, that I’ve been pining for since 2002.

...Then again, you considered, the ten thousand other girls, don’t have backstage passes.

Your frown disappeared, when you walked backstage, and a pair of arms immediately circled you.

“Y/N!” Frank grinned. “Thank you so much for coming out and seeing us tonight!”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you grinned, hugging your friend back. “You were amazing.”

“Thank you,” Frank said sincerely, releasing you from his grip. “Are you ready to get out of this cold?”

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Back to the hotel,” he explained. “Ray’s not feeling so good.”

“Oh, no,” you frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Hi, Y/N!” Ray greeted, waving at you with one hand, while he pulled a tissue from his pocket, with the other. He blew his nose loudly. “....Sorry,” he muttered. “How are you?”

“It’s okay!” you assured him. “I’m fine...I’m sorry you’re not doing so well, though. You sound awful.”

“It’s this East Coast weather,” he shrugged, throwing the tissue in a nearby wastebasket. “I hate doing outdoor shows, in the wintertime.”

“You sounded great onstage,” you reassured him. “Nobody could even tell you were sick.”

“The dorky sunglasses conceal how puffy his eyes are,” Frank confessed. “Poor guy didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“Well, hopefully, I’ll sleep better tonight,” Ray chucked. “We’ve got two rooms at the Knickerbocker Hotel - one for me and Mikey, and one for Frank and Gerard.”

“Speaking of which,” you asked, “where is Gerard?”

“Here I am!” chuckled a voice behind you, and you turned and saw your old friend Gerard, beaming at you. “Sorry, I was busy calling our cab. It’s so good to see you, Y/N! Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me!” you smiled back. “I’m really proud of you guys, getting to be part of such a major event.”

“Oh, it’s surreal,” Gerard confessed. “I used to come up here with my mom and dad, and Mikey, every New Year’s Eve, to watch the show live. I never thought I’d be in the show.”

“We’re really lucky,” Mikey smiled, appearing beside Gerard, with a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Ooh, where’d you get that?” Frank asked.

“They’re giving them out to all the VIPs,” Mikey explained. “Would you like one, Y/N?”

“I don’t think I qualify as a Very Important Person,” you confessed.

“Nonsense,” Frank shook his head. “You’re very important to me.”

“Yeah,” Mikey nodded. “You’ve been good friends with all of us for a long time. You can have whatever you want.”

“No time for that,” Gerard shook his head. “Our cab’s here.”

“C’mon,” Frank said, lacing his fingers with yours. “We have to go out through a secret exit, so that the fans don’t mob us.”

“Oh, shit, really?” you chuckled. “I feel like a secret agent.”

“Our lives have gotten so weird, honestly,” Gerard confessed. “I’m kinda glad that we’re gonna put some distance, between us and these crowds.”

“Yeah, it’ll just be five of us, once we get to the hotel,” Mikey nodded. “Well...four. Ray is gonna go to sleep in our room, as soon we get there. But, the rest of us can party in Frankie and Gee’s room til midnight.”

“Or later,” Frank grinned mischievously.

You smiled at your four oldest friends. “I can’t wait.”

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“Ok, question,” you asked uncertainly, staring at the yellow cab in front of you. “How are we gonna fit five people in there?”

“It’s gonna be a tight squeeze,” Frank chuckled.

“Well, hey, we’ve managed to fit in smaller places before, right?” Gerard pointed out.

“True,” Ray laughed. “Remember when we were traveling around New Jersey, in our shitty little van?”

“We were all practically right on top of each other,” Mikey recalled.

When the band had first started, you had gone with them, on weekend trips, to play a gig, in the next town over. You’d squished between the boys, somehow, and helped them carry their equipment into the venue. Watching them rock the faces off the local kids, had been so much fun.

But, as time went on, they started getting offers to play at clubs across state lines. Day trips turned into months-long tours. You couldn’t commit to that - unlike Gerard, you still had a day job. And so, you started seeing the guys less and less. Then they’d gotten a record deal - and everything had gotten even more complicated.

“That was….a long time ago,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” Frank said wistfully. “I wish we had the chance to do that again.”

“Well, now, most of the time, we don’t have to squish,” Ray pointed out. “We have a nice, roomy tour bus, with bunks and everything.”

“You’ve come a long way,” you smiled weakly.

You were quiet as you piled into the car. As the taxi started driving down the street, you stared out at the night sky, and the city lights flying by. Suddenly, Frank gently touched your hand, making you turn, and face him.

“Hey,” he said quietly, giving your hand a squeeze, “are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Tonight’s supposed to be a party, remember?” he teased. “So, try and smile for me, okay?”

“I’ll try,” you promised. It was far easier to smile, with him around.

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You could tell as soon as you walked into the lobby, that this was a five star hotel. A crystal chandelier, cast a soft glow over the pristine decor.

“We already got our room keys earlier,” Gerard explained. “So, we can go ahead up.”

You nodded, and followed him and the guys to the elevator.

“I think I’m gonna crash as soon as we get upstairs,” Ray confessed, sniffling into his tissue again.

“I don’t blame you,” you said sympathetically. The elevator dinged, as you arrived at your floor.

“Since I won’t see you guys until tomorrow,” Ray sighed, “Happy New Year, alright?”

“Happy New Year, Ray,” you waved, as you watched him unlock his hotel room door, and head inside. “Feel better soon!”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Ray wheezed, closing the door behind him.

“Alright, let’s head into our room,” Frank grinned, opening the door to the adjoining room. “What do you want to do first?”

“Let’s turn the TV on,” Mikey suggested, immediately looking for the remote. “I wanna see the other performances. They’re still broadcasting live right now.”

“Oh, true,” you nodded. “We can still watch the ball drop tonight, on this flat screen!”

“I wanna look at the room service menu,” Gerard grinned. “Y/N, you can have anything you want. Just let me know.”

“Thanks, Gee,” you grinned. “Should we get champagne to toast with, at midnight?”

“I’ll get it for you three,” Gerard shrugged. “For me? I guess I’ll order a club soda. If they put it in a fancy glass, I can still clink it with yours when the clock strikes twelve.”

“Yeah, that works,” Frank agreed. “Looks almost the same.”

You frowned. That’s right, you remembered. Gerard is about two and a half years sober now.

You remembered going to see them, at their Englishtown show, during Warped Tour ‘04. Gerard had been a mess. You hadn’t seen him in two or three months, and you were shocked how much he’d deteriorated. You’d felt helpless. If you’d had more time, maybe you could have talked some sense into him. But, the very next day, he had to get back on his bus, and head to another gig, in Pennsylvania.

Frank had called you on the phone, maybe a week later, and told you Gerard had decided to get clean, on his own. You didn’t know how, or why. You didn’t know fifty percent, of what went on in your friends’ heads anymore.

“.....Y/N?” Frank called, his voice stunning you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you blinked. “Did you say something?”

“Yeah, I said I’m going out to the balcony, to have a smoke,” Frank replied. “I asked you if you wanted to come with me?”

“Oh….yeah, sure,” you nodded, and followed him out. “Got a light?”

“Here,” Frank said, pulling a lighter out of his pocket, and handing it to you.

You took a pack of Marlboros out of your purse, and lit one. “Thanks,” you said, handing it back.

Frank lit his own cigarette, and took a drag. You glanced over at him as you inhaled the nicotine, watching how the cool night breeze tousled his hair.

“I thought you said on the phone, that you were trying to quit,” Frank raised an eyebrow.

“I should,” you sighed, exhaling smoke. “I know it’s bad for me.”

“Sorry for being a bad influence,” Frank laughed. “I know I got no room to talk.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shrugged, taking another puff. “I guess I’m just stressed tonight.”

“About what?” Frank asked, looking at you curiously.

“It’s stupid,” you mumbled.

“Tell me,” Frank insisted, taking his free hand in yours again. Your heart raced at his casual touch.

“I just…,” you sighed, unsure how to begin. “I never see you guys anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Frank frowned.

“No, don’t be,” you shook your head. “I’m being selfish. I should be happy for you, right? It’s a good thing, that the band has gotten so successful, that you have fans in practically every city in the world, that want to see you.”

“Yeah, they get to see me,” Frank groaned. “But, I don’t get to see my friends, or family - any of the people I love most - for months at a time.”

The people he loves most. Your face reddened. Did you really fit into that category?

“After tonight,” you asked, “how long will you be in town?”

“The first night of the tour is February 22nd,” Frank explained. “The gig’s in New Hampshire, so we’ll be flying out the night before.”

“So we have….slightly less than two months, to spend time together,” you calculated. “And after that, the next time you’ll be in my neck of the woods is…?”

“Bamboozle Festival,” Frank replied. “That’s in May.”

“Wow,” you frowned. “Are you playing all three days of the festival, or…?”

“Nah, just one,” Frank said sheepishly. “We’ll be in Jersey for a night….the very next day, we’ll be playing a gig in fuckin’ Maine.”

“The fun never stops, I guess,” you deadpanned.

“I mean, it is fun,” Frank admitted. “I love being a musician. Playing my guitar, onstage, is all I’ve wanted to do, my entire life.”

“Yeah, it’s your dream,” you said quickly, “that’s why I should just shut up, and let you…”

“You don’t have to shut up,” Frank interrupted. “Y/N, I want you to tell me how you feel.”

“How do I feel, Frank?” you repeated, your emotions starting to get the best of you. “I feel like I don’t even know my friends at all anymore! I don’t want you to turn into a stranger, whose laugh I could recognize anywhere. I’m still working the same dead end job I had the day I met you….but your life has completely changed. You’re gone 80% of the year, and yeah, I know you text or call me whenever you can, but when I’m not there face to face, I still miss so much of your life! You used to be just….a guy next door, that I could listen to records and smoke with. Now you’re some….millionaire rock star. That coat you’ve got on right now is probably worth more than my first car, and you’ve probably got girls in every town, throwing their panties at you…”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t look twice at any of those girls,” Frank said, looking you in the eye, “if a certain someone, told me, that she wanted me to be hers, and hers alone.”

A certain someone….? you gasped. Did he mean…?

“Hey!” a voice interrupted, and you jumped, as the sliding glass door slid open, and Gerard stepped onto the balcony. “There you guys are!”

“H-hey,” you stammered, taken aback.

“Everything alright?” Gerard asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” Frank mumbled, not looking at you at all, as he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. “What did you need?”

“We’ve got about five minutes til midnight,” Gerard smiled. “Figured you guys would want to come back inside, so we can count down the last seconds of 2006 together.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you blinked. “Did room service already bring up the champagne flutes?”

“Yeah, they’re ready to go,” Gerard nodded. “....Wait. Where’s Mikey?”

“We thought he was with you,” Frank said, looking confused.

“No,” Gerard shook his head. “I went to the bathroom, and when I came back out, he was gone. If he’s not on the balcony with you guys, where did he go?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Maybe he went to his and Ray’s room?”

“Oh, yeah, that would make sense,” Gerard nodded. “Let’s go get him.”

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Gerard knocked loudly on the hotel room door.

“Come on, Mikey!” he called. “We got three minutes til midnight, you’re gonna miss the ball drop, dude!”

The door swung open, but instead of Mikey, a sleepy-looking Ray answered.

“Mikey’s not in here,” Ray said with a yawn. “It’s just me.”

“Oh, sorry for waking you up, man,” Gerard apologized.

“Wait,” Frank realized. “If he’s not in either hotel room, then, where is he?”

“Maybe he went to go get ice?” Ray suggested.

“Or maybe he went downstairs, to ask the front desk guy something,” you guessed.

“Let’s split up,” Frank suggested. “You guys go down the hall and see if he’s by the ice machine. Y/N and I will look for him downstairs.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” Gerard agreed. “Hopefully we’ll find him before the end of the year!”

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“This elevator’s taking too long to get up here,” Frank said impatiently, hitting the down-arrow button a second time.

“Wanna just take the stairs?” you suggested.

“Works for me,” Frank shrugged.

You followed him into the stairwell, your heart still pounding from the conversation on the balcony. What would have happened, you wondered, if Gerard hadn’t walked in when he did?

Frank kept his eyes on the flight of stairs in front of you, not saying a word, as you walked past the sign, indicating that you were now on the second floor.

“Maybe he didn’t go this wa...oh, fuck,” Frank gasped, coming to a sudden stop.

Your blood froze, when you saw what he was looking at. Mikey’s unconscious body, lay sprawled across the bottom steps. He was face down….he didn’t even look like he was breathing.

“Mikey, oh my god!” You ran to his side, flipping him over, so that you could see his face. “Frank, we have to help him!”

The bassist looked deathly pale, and his lips had turned a horrifying shade of blue. You felt for a pulse. It was there, but it was disturbingly weak.

“Come on, Mikey, wake up!” you pleaded, shaking his shoulders. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with him?!”

“I think he’s overdosing,” Frank realized, kneeling by your side.

“On what?!” you gasped.

“On whatever he went downstairs, to pick up from his dealer,” Frank growled. “Goddamnit! We need to call 911.”

“Mikey!” a familiar voice called, and Gerard and Ray burst into the stairwell.

“Oh, god!” Gerard gasped, when he saw his brother, lying eerily still in your arms.

“I’m trying to wake him up!” you explained. “It’s not working...fuck, what do I do?”

“He needs a doctor,” Ray realized, whipping out his cell phone. “....Hello? Yes, we’re having an emergency…...the Knickerbocker Hotel….umm, Six Times Square….please hurry….my friend isn’t breathing…”

You shook Mikey’s shoulders again. His eyes fluttered open, but his pupils were like pinpricks. He gasped and choked, like he couldn’t get air into his lungs.

“Come on, Mikey, hang in there!” you begged. Oh god, what if he died?!

You could see the headlines now. World Tour Canceled After Bassist’s Hospitalization. You’d wanted more time with Frank….but not like this, damnit!

Since when did your oldest friend’s kid brother do smack?!

I really don’t know anything about them anymore, you realized, tears clouding your vision as you listened to him wheeze. Minutes felt like hours.

“Out of the way!” called an unfamiliar voice, and you gaped as two paramedics dragged a stretcher down the stairs.

“Ma’am, we need to move him,” a uniformed woman barked. “Time is of the essence.”

You let the EMT scoop Mikey up, and load him onto the gurney.

“What did he take?” the second paramedic asked.

“I….I don’t know,” you stammered. “We just found him like this.”

“Ma’am,” the man pressed, “we’re not here to judge anybody. But, any information you have, can help us figure out what antidote he needs…”

“Here,” Frank said. “I found this next to his body.”

He handed the paramedic a needle. Oh, god.

“I see,” the paramedic nodded grimly. “Judith! Get this man two milligrams of naloxone, stat!”

“Is….is he gonna be okay?!” Gerard gasped, tears in his eyes. “That’s my baby brother….”

“We’re going to try our best to save him, sir,” the female paramedic (Judith) promised. “We need to move him to the hospital, as soon as possible.”

“We’re only going to be able to fit two extra people in the ambulance,” the male paramedic warned. “Who’s going?”

“Me,” Gerard said immediately. “He’s my family!”

“Who else?” the paramedic demanded. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Mikey gasped for air on the gurney, his face growing bluer by the minute.

“I’ll go,” Ray decided. “Frank, you stay here with Y/N, okay?”

“O-okay,” Frank stammered. You clung to him,shaking, as you watched the paramedics drag your friend out of the hallway, to the ambulance waiting outside.

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“.....Happy New Year!” the oblivious voice of Ryan Seacrest rang out from the television screen, as you walked back into the hotel room, wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

Confetti was falling in Times Square, as the credits rolled. You’d missed the countdown. There had been no toast, no midnight kiss (although perhaps, the latter had been foolish to even hope for.)

“This wasn’t how 2007 was supposed to start,” Frank sobbed, sinking down onto the bed. “Fuck!”

“H-he’s gonna be okay,” you stammered. “The doctors are gonna save his life…”

“You don’t know that!” Frank cried, kicking a bottle of Dom Perignon off the coffee table. It shattered, sending broken glass and alcohol all over the floor.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N,” Frank apologized, kneeling to pick up the shards. “I shouldn’t have done that…”

“Ssh, stop, you’re gonna cut yourself,” you warned, grabbing his hands. “We can clean that up later, okay? I understand that you’re only lashing out, because you’re scared…”

“Of course I’m scared,” Frank wept, burying his head in your shoulder. “That’s one of my best friends.”

“He’s my friend, too,” you said softly, stroking Frank’s hair. “I’m scared, too, but there’s nothing we can do now, but pray.”

You sat down on the bed, and Frank sat with you, still sobbing into your shirt. You were choking back tears yourself.

“I….I didn’t know he was doing that stuff,” you said guiltily. “I’m never around you guys anymore….I….”

“I didn’t realize the extent of the problem, either,” Frank confessed. “And I’m with the kid almost every day. I should’ve noticed, but I was too self absorbed, doing my own dumb shit…”

“Ssh, it’s not your fault, Frankie,” you soothed. “We got him, to the people that can help him. That’s all we can do.”

“It doesn’t feel like enough,” Frank sniffed, still clinging to you tightly.

“No,” you agreed, your heart aching, “it doesn’t.”

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You woke the next morning, to the feeling of warmth against your side. Your eyes fluttered open, and you realized that Frank was sleeping next to you. What?!

Your cheeks reddened as you stared at his sleeping face, so close to your own. “...Frank? Why are you…?”

Reality filtered back into your head, slowly, as you recalled the events of the previous night. Oh god….Mikey!

Was he okay? You still didn’t know. You and Frank had sat beside each other on the hotel room bed, crying, clinging to each other for comfort. You supposed you had fallen asleep like that.

“.....Huh?” Frank groaned sleepily. “Y/N…?”

He shot up, jerking away from you, almost as soon as he realized, that your bodies were touching. “I...I’m sorry!”

“N-no, it’s fine…” you stammered.

“Fuck….I need to check my messages,” Frank realized, groping for his cell phone on the bedside table. He sat up,and put his feet on the floor. “Owww!”

“What’s wrong?” you gasped.

“I just stepped on a shard of the bottle I broke last night...fuck!” Frank swore.

“Oh no,” you winced. “Is it bleeding?”

“No, it’s just cut a little,” Frank shook his head.

“Do you want me to call the front desk,” you offered, “and see if they can bring up some Band-Aids?”

“No, it’s not that serious,” Frank insisted, opening his flip phone. His eyes widened, as he clicked through his inbox. “Oh….oh, thank god…”

“What?” you demanded.

“Ray texted me, around like two in the morning,” Frank explained. “He said Mikey’s gonna make it. The doctors were able to reverse the overdose in time, and he’s gonna make a full recovery.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” you cried, tearing up from sheer relief. You had been so scared, that Ray’s text, would say that Mikey hadn’t survived. He’s gonna be okay. He’s alive.

Frank, however, didn’t share your grateful smile.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I’m sorry that you had to see that, last night,” Frank frowned. “We ruined your New Year’s Eve.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shook your head. “I’m glad I was there, to help you find him. I wouldn’t have wanted you to go through this alone.”

“I hate to ask you for even more help,” Frank grimaced, “but, we need to clean this shit up.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, leaning down to help him pick up the glass shards. “It wouldn’t be fair, to leave it for the hotel staff to pick up.”

“Some bands dig trashing hotel rooms,” Frank sighed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom, to mop up the puddle of champagne. “Not me, though. I feel bad, making a mess, that some housekeeper is gonna have to deal with.”

He’s a kind person, you thought to yourself, as you carefully placed the pieces of bottle into a waste basket. Not everyone would take the time to do this, after the night we had.

“Shit, look at this,” Frank sighed, pointing down at the hardwood floor. “Nobody blew out the stupid scented candle, that Housekeeping lit before we checked in, to make the place smell pretty. Now, there’s dried wax all over the floorboards.”

“You had bigger things to worry about last night,” you reminded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice the candle was still burning, with everything else going on. I would’ve reminded you to put it out.”

“That’s not your job,” Frank said, pulling a guitar pick from his pocket. He tried to use it to scrape some of the wax up, but it didn’t seem to want to budge. “None of this is your job.”

“What do you mean?” you blinked.

“You said last night, that you don’t see us for months at a time,” Frank reasoned, scraping harder with his pick. “And then...last night, you finally see us again, and this happens.”

“You couldn’t have predicted something like that,” you assured him.

“We complicate your life, Y/N,” Frank frowned. “I complicate your life. You don’t need this fucking drama. The best thing I could for you, is probably just leave you alone. Stop inviting you to see us when we’re in town. I’ve grown apart from a lot of friends since I left New Jersey. Why can’t I just let this relationship go, too?”

“I don’t want you to do that!” you protested. “Frank, our friendship is really important to me. I would be miserable if you suddenly stopped inviting me to hang out.”

“I don’t just want to hang out with you,” Frank mumbled. “I want more than that.”

“....Huh?” you cocked your head.

“But it’s not fair, for me to ask you for that,” Frank signed. “Not when I know damn well, that I’m about to spend the majority of 2007, hundreds of miles away from you.”

“Ask me for what?” you demanded. You suddenly remembered the words, he had spoken to you on the balcony, before your night had gone straight to hell.

“I wouldn’t look twice, at any of those girls, if a certain someone, told me, that she wanted me to be hers, and hers alone.”

“Nothing,” Frank murmured, picking fruitlessly at the wax on the floor again. “It’s stupid. Ignore me.”

“I won’t ignore it,” you insisted. “Frank, what were you going to ask me?”

Frank looked at his shoes.

You sat down on the floor next to him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “....Frank?”

“I was going to ask you...to be mine,” Frank confessed.

You gasped, audibly. No way….he really felt the same way about you, that you did about him?!

“But, it’s not right, for me to ask you, to make that commitment to me!” Frank said miserably. “Not when I’m just gonna disappear on you again. And...you saw, last night, what my life has turned into. What my band has turned into. I’m a mess….why would you want to be with someone like me?”

“Frankie, I love you,” you said plainly. Now that you knew he returned your feelings, there was no point in hiding it anymore. “I’ve loved you for years.”

He raised his head to look at you. His hazel eyes, swimming with tears again, stared into yours. “You….you mean that?”

“Yes,” you said emotionally. “I’ve been in love with you for so long….but, you’re a famous rock star now. I’m still just an art school dropout. You can do so much better than me.”

“Funny,” Frank chuckled bitterly, “I was about to say the same thing, about you.”

“Frank, there isn’t anybody better than you,” you sighed, and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into a searing kiss.

His lips met yours, hesitant at first, but then suddenly you were toppling to the floor, as he pressed himself against you, with four years worth of buried desire.

Life was so short. You realized that now.

His hands tangled into your hair as he kissed you over and over. “Be mine,” he gasped, coming up for air. “Please be mine, Y/N….even if it fucks up everything…”

“Frankie, it’s okay,” you assured him, as you gazed up at him tenderly. “I don’t care if you’re gone a hundred nights. You’re worth waiting for. Just promise me, that when you do finally come home, I can….have you.”

“Oh, you can have me any way you want me,” Frank breathed, leaning down to kiss you passionately again. “I won’t touch anyone else while I’m away on tour….nobody else is as beautiful as you. You’re the only one that I want.”

“You’re the only one that I want, too, Frankie,” you promised him, claiming his mouth once again. “I want you every day. Not just when you’re the toast of the town. Not just when times are good. I want to be there with you, through the bad times, too. I want to help you when you’re scared, or even when something fucked up happens, like last night... because I love you. I’ll stay with you, no matter what….even when it’s hard, or it’s wrong, or you’re making mistakes. I don’t care. I just want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you, too, Y/N,” Frank vowed, kissing your eyes, your nose, your mouth. It was like he couldn’t get enough. “You’re the woman I choose….because, hey, there might be lots of women who’d love to be my New Year’s Eve kiss. But, you’re the only woman I know, who would stick by my side, helping me clean up bottles on New Year’s Day.”

#frank iero x reader #frank iero imagine #substance abuse tw

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ourangeloftrash · 4 years

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ok so i'm aware most people don't care what so e v e r but i thought i'd start on a reclist that i can like rb occasionally and all that

longer/multichaptered fics

Ad Astra (f/g/g, scifi, gerard is a pining idiot, some awesome worldbuilding, full on lgbt rep even outside of the main pairing)

Secondhand Smoke (ray/mikey and background lindsey/gerard, high school au, really great characterization and a great plot. heed the archive warnings, there's a scene involving homophobic violence)

Something Supernatural (gerard/frank/bert, angel/demon verse with frank being g and bert's relationship counselor and falling for them. lots of good polypining)

All's Fair In Love And Comic Books (f/g/g, this one is just amazingly nerdy, lots of pining gerard and some oblivious frank (and grant being wonderfully all knowing), really hot smut scenes)

The Devil's Furnace (f/g/g, horror porn?? ridiculously hot especially if you happen to be a huge horror fan like i am, not to mention this fic has a STELLAR cast of side characters)

Coffee in the morning, milk at night (frank/gerard, futuristic au with lots of amazing sex, and again a great cast of side characters, if a smaller one than devil's furnace. @hangmansradio always writes stellar fics, expect more of them on this list.)

Ain't Nobody Gonna Love You Like The Devil Do (frank/gerard, demon!g and catholic teen!frank, amazing writing style and imagery, and g is hot as hell, if terrifying)

Untamed (frank/gerard, a/b/o, probably one of the hottest fics i've ever read. the importance of consent in this fic is amazing)

Public Enemy (frank/gerard, 1930s criminal/cop verse, i'm seriously overdue a reread for this one but it's amazing)

Unholyverse (everyone and their mother has read this one, but my religion fascinated ass feels the need to rec it, it's seriously so good.)

A Lovely Apparition (frank/gerard, crossdressing, the 1790s, a nice touch of pining, what's not to love? the first fic i read in this fandom, so it's special to me in that way too)

Old Scars/Future Hearts (f/g/g, i'm overdue a reread on this one too, so i can't give the best summary of it, but it's definitely one to read for fans of the ship, if you're okay with everything the tags and summary warn for)

From Grace (frank/gerard, guardian angel au, major tw for a suicide attempt and self harm in this one, it's not an easy read, and definitely not for everyone. the relationship in it is amazing, though, and if you're able to read it safely, it's worth your time for sure.)

G.U.Y. (Guy Under You) (frank/gerard, office au, powerplay, so basically everything good in life. Hangmans_Radio has done it again people! this one is more a lengthy one shot than a long fic, but i feel it has just enough plot and all to count! gerard in this is just fucking wonderful, he's such an ass but so cute at the same time.)

Out of the game (frank/gerard, this one has a big age gap, legal, but def not everyone's thing. i personally adore this fic, and gerard's characterization is a big selling point for me that's definitely gotten me to reread it.)

Buy Handmade (frank/gerard, this fic and its sequel are everything cheesy-but-sweet that the world always needs)

Crosstown (frank/gerard, some old-fashioned bandom genderfuck fic with great relationship dynamics to boot)

Some girls are built for speed (frank/gerard, roller derby au with crossdressing frank, and a good helping of old bandom cheesiness. found this one the time i worked my way backwards through the chem tag on ao3, don't regret reading it at all.)

Becoming Joan (frank/gerard, this one is definitely the best not!fic i've ever read. frank's relationship with gender/presentation in this fic is absolutely AMAZING to read, and the notfic style conveys the emotions so well instead of just seeming cheesy-in-a-bad-way)

Speak The Speech, I Pray You (frank/gerard, shakespearean style playwright!g au, a hearty helping of crossdressing, what's not to love? the wording and style in this fic is phenomenal, a lot of periodfic doesn't sell the time period through dialogue half as well as this one does. this was the second fic in this fandom i read if i recall correctly?)

To Cast Turpentine Kisses (frank/gerard, this one's a heavily kinky teacher/student not!fic, which won't be for everyone, that's for sure. kind of cheesy, but in that amazing and still well written 2009 bandom way that i love personally.)

Doll Parts (frank/gerard, model!gerard au. this one's a heavy, angsty mess, and can maybe be a bit melodramatic, but the style of it makes me love it loads still.)

shorter fics/oneshots/oneshot series

Gentle Sin & Wasteland, Baby! (frank/gerard, guardian angel au, these are both pure porn, but it's damn good porn.)

High Fashion (frank/gerard, yet another amazingly done old bandom fic with a nice helping of crossdressing, are you noticing a pattern yet?)

Tattoo Erotica (frank/gerard, masochist frank getting turned on by his hot tattoo artist and they fuck. shameless smut but damn good smut.)

Price Of Pretty (frank/gerard, this one is super kinky and super hot. definitely impact play heavy, so not everyone's thing, but definitely mine.)

she's my missus and i'm her man (frank/gerard, girl!frank, the relationship in this one is just perfect, and the 50s husband-and-wife roleplay dynamic is one i'd like to see in other fics)

A Room Full Of Mirrors (frank/gerard, vampire!gerard, this one is pure fluff and i love it to death. undeath?)

Vanity & Beauty (frank/gerard, frank is very feminine in this which i know isn't a lot of my followers cup of tea, but i love these too much to not rec them. this author's writing style is just gorgeous as hell.)

Die, My Darling (frank/gerard, 1920s assassin au, more crossdressing frank, but again, i love this one and the dynamic it presents too much to not recommend it.)

Desperate Little Thing (frank/gerard, puppy play and sub frank. frank is such a good boy in this and it's so cute-hot i love him sm)

Domino (f/g/g, surprise sub g! the relationship dynamics in this one are so good, and frank is a little shit. i might just die if this ever gets a follow up.)

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#mieles's rambles #recs #long post

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wonderland-irwin · 4 years

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Michael.

Holy shit man. Look, when I was fourteen, and it was November 20, I decided that it would be a good idea to wear this god awful plaid shirt I had in honour of you. I went to jazz band, and stood in the sixth spot (because we had four trumpet parts and six spots) and I tried to be punk rock and kick ass, but my music teacher was an asshole and probably made me feel like shit.

But it was Michael’s birthday, and I was wearing a plaid in his honour and all would be ok.

***

Michael, I truly love you. In all honesty I don’t say it enough, but I do. I love you with all my heart.

To the moon if you will.

See I was exceptionally broken at the time your band came into my life, and this quote “real bands save fans, real fans save bands” was etched into my memory, and there it would forever stay. I was so hopelessly broken, that I decided to test this weird band called 5 Seconds of Summer, and see if they were there for me.

And they were. You were. For the past five and a half years you have been beside me, forever saving me. I will be eternally greatful.

***

Michael. Gordon. Clifford.

I remember the first time I ever saw you. You startled me. With your spunky coloured hair and your piercings and your tattoos. You were weird and different. At the time you were extrodinarily loud, and you were this punk ass man.

It was a completely different look to the other artists I had liked up until that point, (I would like to say I was in a constant state of a music crisis of liking crappy music (except 5SOS) up until last year) and I was intrigued by who you were.

Because although you were that spunky loud man, you are also a sweetheart and extremely soft hearted and kind and funny, and you squish your face up when you giggle that makes me smile.

And it truly was this point when I realized that you can’t judge a book by its cover. Because you were this punk ass man, who was absolutely wonderful. It changed my perception of people.

***

In 2015 I received my first guitar. It was for my fifteenth birthday, and I named him Moose, because he reminded me of maple flavoured fudge.

The first song I learnt was Jet Black Heart.

It connected me to 5 Seconds of Summer in a way I could not even imagine. Now not only did I hear the music and feel the music, but I had become a part of the music.

Everything about Moose, is about you Michael.

***

I will never forget the way you looked at us Michael. With the pale blue light on you. The way the rest of the stage was dark, and you just watched us. We screamed and we yelled and we cheered. We were giving you our hearts.

I remember I was crying. I was sobbing uncontrollably because I couldn’t process that you were real. That this experience was real and that you were right in front of me. That we were finally together safe and sound and that all would be all right.

You began the song then. And I cried some more.

***

I would like to think I have great mental health, but I know in my heart and soul that it is kind of shitty. That I have durastic mood swings, taking me high up where I’m on top of the world, then dropping me so fast and sudden that I land flat on my back, gasping and choking for air. That I go from happy to sad to happy again in a matter of mere seconds, and how that can be scary.

Sometimes I’m depressed or anxious. Sometimes I pick at my skin or at my nails, and sometimes I choke on air. Sometimes I shake. I shake so violently that I get scared, and the fear shakes me more.

Mental health is important they say. But sometimes I feel so utterly alone in how it’s doing. Then I remember that people I look up to have shared parts of their stories and shared their voices too.

And one of them is you Michael.

***

I thought being in the barrier in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere Toronto would be the closest I would ever get to you. I sang and laughed, giving you my heart and soul. It had been too long, Michael. Two and a half years and it was too long. I missed you.

Then the unthinkable happened, and this September I won passes to see you in an exclusive show. Something that my younger self, and self now could have only dreamed of.

And as you were leaving, you gave the girl in front of me a hug. I remember my eyes widening, shock taking over as I didn’t know what to do or how to react. It was the sweetest moment to have witnessed. And when you left, you looked me in the eye and said three simple words “see you later”.

And I was frozen and shocked, but I responded with a goodbye, and euphoria took me over. You will never know how dear I keep that memory. I relive it everyday. It was pure magic, and I want to say thank you.

***

Michael it’s November 20 again, so it’s time for me to say Happy Birthday Mikey. I do love you so. I have so much more I want to tell you, but some things are meant to be secret, so for now they will remain between us. Is that okay?

One day I promise to share, but for now they are ours, where they will be the most special.

Anyways, I would like to wish you a very happy birthday. I hope it’s filled with love and joy, and that you are surrounded by the people (and doggies) whom you love, and love you most.

Thank you for everything you’ve given me, Michael.

To the moon,

***

#5sos #michaelclifford #happy birthday #happy birthday mikey

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nevergenders · 7 years

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okok i really like mcrs songs but i highkey dont know anyone other than gerard who r the other good Boys

okok i can do you a good answer for this one!!

sorry mobile users this is gonna be long a bit

(i found all the pictures in google or posted by the guys themselves)

ok so i know you already know who gerard is but let me introduce you to him a bit better

this is gerard, as you already know. married to lynz way of mindless self indulgence, father of bandit way, and brother to mikey way. he was the artsy mastermind of the group. he sang, of course, and was really the one to put the emo aesthetic into mcr. he did comic books before he did music, has a huge man-crush on morrissey, and used to be the king of emo twitter until he suddenly stopped tweeting last summer. i highly recommend searching up his old tweets. he’s had too many hair styles to count, is a Huge Fuckin Nerd, and loves pancakes and cats. after mcr, he released one album by himself (hesitant alien) and toured with it. after that, he has stated he’s been working on more music, but it seems that lately comics have been his #1 focus. he’s some DC series with some other writers and artists, like doom patrol, shade the changing girl, and cave carson has a cybernetic eye. he had an alcoholism problem toward the beginning of the band, and stopped cold turkey at the end of summer of 2004. he deals with chronic depression.

mikey way. brother to gerard way, husband of kristin colby way, huge hockey fan. he played the bass for mcr and was definitely the quietest member even though he was definitely more outgoing than gerard. people like to disregard him most of the time because they think he’s not that important to the band, but he was definitely the emotional rope that held the band together. he learned bass by being in mcr. he has major stage fright. he dealt with drug addiction for a long time, and finally went to rehab after mcr broke up and successfully came out sober. his issues tend to be buried in bandom bc people talk about gerard’s alcoholism more frequently. he released an ep and a full length record with electric century after mcr, and has kind of become friends with the band waterparks. idk much about that though. also, fun fact, he came up with mcr’s name when reading irvine welsh.

ray toro is mostly known as being the musical mastermind in mcr. husband of cristina toro, and he has a son but i don’t think he’s ever told us his name. he is incredibly talented at playing guitar, with lots of technical skills. despite this, ray toro’s solo album after mcr broke up didn’t involve lots of guitar solos or riffs - it’s very laid back and soft and emotional (the album is called remember the laughter). he loves iron maiden with a passion. he went to high school with gerard and was known before mcr to be one of the best guitarists in new jersey. people like to ignore ray, too (and it’s likely assumed it’s because people don’t find him as attractive as gerard and frank, which i think is utter bullshit imo), even though he was just as vital to the band as all of the other members. i love him v much and i really don’t think he gets the credit he deserves.

finally, frank iero. husband of jamia iero, father of lily, cherry and miles iero. he’s been in too many fucking bands bands to count (i am a graveyard, pencey prep, mcr, blood nuns, death spells, leathermouth, frnkiero andthe cellabration, frank iero and the patience. so 8 i guess)[edit: apparently i missed a few:Hybrid, Sector 12, the Pole Smokin’ Five, Give Up the Ghost, Reggie and the Full Effect, and Love Cats (a cover band of The Cure). so that makes it 14]. he played guitar for mcr. he had a much more punk playing style than ray, who was more technical, so it didn’t really make sense that they’d be in the same band together. but, as you’ve heard, their guitar parts are AMAZING. frank can come up with stuff ray could never think of, and vice versa. that makes mcr’s sound really versatile and unique and UGH its so good lmao sorry haha. he will tour and play as many shows as he can until his body no longer lets him, that’s the kind of person he is. during the beginning of mcr he used shows to just let everything go, he was a fucking energizer bunny you know? and then he started getting more anxiety and stomach problems (he has a lot of fuckin health and stomach problems) and it was harder for him to be so energetic on stage, but he would still leave everything he had on the stage. i’m realizing that i’m writing way too much about frank iero but i can’t seem to stop? people will try to tell you otherwise but his last name is pronounced eye-ear-oh. got it? get it? good. he and the patience were in an accident in australia in 2016, but they have recovered and are now on the road again.

and here i am editing in yet another addition that i forgot to include: during like 2009 or something, frank had like a myspace account or smth? and he went under the name F.T.Willz and he wrote lots of poetry and everyone knew it was him but he kept denying it. i highly recommend looking up f t willz

i didn’t include any of their drummers bc i either don’t know much about them or they’re a piece of shit (cough cough bob bryar)

and there you have it! way more than you need to know about mcr. ta dahhhh this is probably too much information and you’re not gonna read all of it oops

#long post #oops #scopo #anon

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radiovideobelfast · 6 years

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(Music): Ammoye - ‘As Long as You Love Me’

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Even in a world of musical anomalies, Ammoye is that rarest of things: a powerful female singer/songwriter in reggae, a genre that makes prevailingly male hip-hop seem wildly progressive by comparison.

If Ammoye’s story started and ended there, it would be riveting. That her life and by extension, her dazzling original music and unerringly upbeat worldview is the outcome of tremendous victory over adversity makes Ammoye a performer who both inspires and entertains.

“It’s imperative that feminine energy be represented in reggae,” Ammoye confirms. “We have a voice and we need to be heard just as much as males. It's very important. The imbalance is unfortunate and I am determined to change it.”

Only a fool would bet against her. Yet Ammoye — four times nominated for a Juno Award and the winner of the 2015 Reggae Exclusive Recognition Awards who counts musical greats Ziggy Marley, Freddie McGregor, Beenie Man, Sean Paul, Sly Dunbar and Steven "Lenky" Marsden among her contemporaries — is too versatile to rest in one category.

Indeed,asthesingermakesclearonherextraordinaryandsprawlingnewalbum,T heLightwhichincludes the thoroughly irresistible, keyboard-goosed smash “Sorry,” Ammoye is as comfortable singing dancehall, gospel, soul, and R&B as she is soaring above an ace reggae groove. Need a solid dose of sunshine and positivity?SimplylookintoT heLight.

“I wouldn't wish the struggles in my life on anybody,” Ammoye says with disarming candour, recalling her upbringing in small-town Jamaica where she and her two siblings lived with her large extended family on very limited means.

“Because of the foundation laid by my grandmother, who raised us with my grandfather when my mom relocated to Canada to improve her life, I was able to endure and to overcome allobstacles. I refused to be a victim and I used all the bad experiences I went through to push myself harder to become more and greater than any of my circumstances.

“My grandmother taught me to trust my inner voice,” Ammoye adds, “and it has been my saving grace over all my conscious years so far.”

OnT heLight,slice-of-lifetracksliketheslow-churning“Don’tCountMeOut”andthevaguelypsychedelic “Guns Off The Street” vividly document some of the travails that dogged Ammoye’s early years, including (but not limited to) violence, poverty, and political turf wars.

But it’s also clear that Ammoye — who lists Lauryn Hill, Grace Jones, Sade, Tina Turner, and Erykah Badu as kindred spirits — sculpted hardship into strength, unearthing the constructive from the destructive and using music to reflect it all. As such, it’s impossible to hear The Light and not feel electrified. “I work harder now for everything I want to accomplish because of all that I've been through,” she says. “I know not to take anything for granted because a lot of people simply don't have the opportunities that I have now.”

In addition to family, Ammoye found strength and solace singing in her local church choir in hometown Clarendon, Jamaica. After choir practice, she would regale the neighbourhood with her latest songs and poems from the top of the mango tree in her backyard.

In her late teens, reuniting with her mother brought Ammoye to Toronto. She quickly established herself in the community by forming the Sisters in Christ church group and the Voices of the Underground Artist movement, leading to further involvement and collaborations in Toronto’s vibrant music scene. Over the past several years, Ammoye has been consistently performing at high-profile events and festivals around the world, including the 150,000-attendee EXIT festival in Serbia.

The opportunity to sing at major festivals and shows on fourcontinents has afforded Ammoye the blessing of sharing the stage with before-mentioned marquee artists as well as with Chronixx, Romain Virgo, Chris Martin, Tarrus Riley, Barrington Levy, and fellow Toronto-based Jamaican transplant Exco Levi,to just name a few.

The 2017 Juno nomination for the hit “Sorry” (she was also nominated in 2013 and 2014) came on the heelsofAmmoye’sofficiallyreleaseddebutmixtapeE ntertheWarriorresswhichshowcasedaneclectic mix of new and unreleased tracks, compiled with Kingston production powerhouse Natural High Music. ThispeekintoAmmoye’sheartandsoulwasjustatasteofwhatisrevealedonT heLightwhichfeatures collaborations with top Jamaican reggae talent including legends Sly Dunbar and Lenky Marsden, acclaimed songwriter Mikey Bennett, and Donovan Germain of Penthouse Records and Natural High Music.

Ammoye’s formative years are never far from her music. “After doing our homework and after church on Sundays, my grandmother would allow us to watch our little black and white TV. I’d daydream about how I wanted to sing my songs like the people in these musicals we were watching.

“After the shows, I would run down to the backyard and climb up the mango tree and make up songs I was hearing in my head, then sing them out to the birds and animals. I couldn't wait to grow up and show my grandmother all that I was intending to do with my life.”

And while Ammoye’s grandmother sadly succumbed to cancer at age 61, her influence on her enormously talented granddaughter lives on.

“Forme,T heLightisacalltoaction,”Ammoyesays.“Myintentistotravelacrosstheglobespreadingmy light through my music and bringing awareness that it's OK to change things up and do things differently, to see each other differently, and to come from a place of love and understanding without judgment. “That's the message and energy I want people to take away from my album. If that happens, then it’s a success.”

#music #belfast #reggae

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rpf-bat · 7 years

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Dance Alone To The Tune Of Your Death

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Summary: Request fic for @chloethebinch. “I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is Frank's friend and he suggests that she could be Helena in the music video and he gets a huge crush on her in the Helena dress?”

The dance studio at your college's fine arts building was empty, except for you. You weren't surprised. It was past midnight. What other student besides you was crazy enough to be pirouetting at this hour?

Maybe other people would think it was weird, but, when you were stressed, dancing always calmed you down. You slid on your ballet slippers, tying the ribbons tightly so they wouldn't slip down your ankles. You put a CD onto the stereo and hit play. A normal ballerina would have used classical music. To be honest, you should probably be using the soundtrack to Swan Lake, since you were going to be performing in your school's production of that ballet later this year. Instead, for some reason, all you wanted to dance to was your friend Frank's post-hardcore band, My Chemical Romance.

Frank had dropped out of college to be MCR's rhythm guitarist full time. At the time, you were worried he was making a mistake (and, of course, sad that he wouldn't be your classmate anymore). But, his decision seemed to have paid off. His band had been signed to a major label, and last summer, they'd traveled the country as part of Warped Tour. Part of you wondered if Frank was going to forget all about you now that he was getting rich and famous.

Don't worry about that right now, you told yourself. Just dance.

You pointed your toes and began a spin as the opening notes of 'Helena', the first track on the CD, began to play. You did a demi-plie as you let the sound of Frank's wild instrumentals wash over you. The vocalist, Gerard, was great, too, but when you listened to MCR, your focus was always on Frank. Maybe it was because you had a bit of a crush on him.

So do ten thousand other girls, at this point, you frowned, and threw yourself harder into the dance to distract yourself from your negative thoughts. You whirled and twirled across the floor to every song on the album, and by the time the last track concluded, you were panting, brow streaked with sweat.

You froze, and gasped, when you heard the sound of someone clapping.

Who the hell is in here?! you wondered, turning around in shock. Your jaw dropped when you saw Frank Iero standing there in the doorway, grinning at you.

"Frank?!" you gaped. "When did you get into town?"

"We just got back from tour," Frank explained, "so I had to come and see you."

"But, how did you know I'd be here?" you wondered. You nervously tucked a sweat-drenched strand of hair behind your ear. Great. First time Frank sees you in months, and you're in your grimy workout leotard.

"Cuz I know you," Frank laughed. "I went by your dorm, and you weren't there, so I figured this was the only other place you'd be."

"It's good to see you again," you said, stepping closer and giving your old friend a hug.

"Good to see you, too, Y/N," Frank said into your ear. "I missed you."

You blushed and pulled away.

"Your dancing's gotten better," Frank complimented.

"Oh, no, I still need lots of practice," you shook your head humbly.

"No, I mean it, you're really talented," Frank insisted. "Actually, that's part of what I came here to talk to you about."

"What do you mean?" you asked, puzzled, as you sat down on the floor and took a swig from your water bottle.

"You know my band's song 'Helena', right?" Frank asked, sitting down beside you.

"Yeah, it's my favorite song on your new album," you nodded.

"Well, the label's decided we need to make a music video for it," Frank explained.

"Wow, so this will be your second big-budget video shoot, right?" you replied, remembering how crazy it had been when you saw Frank - your Frank - on MTV last September when the video for 'I'm Not Okay' came out.

"Yeah, it's nothing like the dinky little video shoot we did with Eyeball, back in Jersey, for 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You'," Frank compared. You still remembered the day Frank and the guys shot that video. It was a couple years ago now, but it felt like more.

"So, what's the concept for the new video?" you asked curiously.

"It's a funeral scene," Frank revealed. "We're all there to bury Helena."

"That's going to give me deja vu of the real funeral," you frowned. 'Helena', was, of course, named after Gerard and Mikey's grandma, who had died several months prior. You'd accompanied Frank to the memorial service, to support the Way brothers. It had been such a sad day.

"Me, too," Frank admitted sadly. "But, the video director said he doesn't want Helena to be played by an old lady, like the real Elena Way was when she passed."

"For real?" you blinked, surprised.

"Yeah, he says if it's a young person, it's more emotional," Frank shrugged. "The idea is that, during the video, she'll open her eyes, and get out of the coffin, and start dancing towards the door, like her spirit is leaving for the afterlife."

"That sounds beautiful," you whispered, impressed. "I'll watch the video when it comes out, for sure."

"About that," Frank said, a smirk crossing his face. "I don't want you to watch it."

"What?" you said, confused. "Why not?"

"I want you to be in it," Frank declared.

"What?!" you gasped.

"I want you to play Helena," Frank clarified.

"There's no way!" you cried. "Frank, I'm just a student. This is a for-real music video, that's going to cost tons of money to make, and be on TV, and everything. You need to hire a pro. I'm sure any experienced dancer from, like, the New York City Ballet company, for instance, would love a chance to work with....."

"But, I don't want somebody from the New York City Ballet," Frank interrupted with a smile. "I want you."

"Why?" you argued. "I know how important the song is to Gerard and Mikey. I mean, it's about their grandma. If I screwed up a role that important....."

"I already talked to Gerard and Mikey," Frank assured you. "They don't think you're going to screw up. They want you in the video, too. And after seeing you dance tonight, I'm sure it's the right decision. Please, Y/N, will you do this for me?"

You looked at Frank for a moment, uncertain. His eyes were pleading.

".....Ok," you decided, heart pounding. "I'll do it." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

The day of the video shoot finally came. You had to let all your professors know you'd be missing a week of classes, and reserve a plane ticket to Los Angeles. But, when you drove from the airport to the church where 'Helena' was being filmed, Frank was there on the steps to greet you.

"Are you ready for today?" he asked, hugging you in greeting.

"I'm nervous, to be honest," you confessed when you pulled away.

"You can do it," Frank assured you. "I believe in you, Y/N. Come on, let me introduce you to the director."

The director, Mark Webb, and the choreographer, Michael Rooney, were polite and friendly to you. There were several other dancers milling about, but Mark explained that you were the one the camera would primarily be focusing on. Your heart thumped anxiously, but you reminded yourself that you'd been practicing your dance routine for weeks. You could do this.

"You'll need to get changed into your costume soon," Michael suggested, handing you a garment bag. You took it and went into the church's bathroom to get changed.

Your costume was a black and red dress. It was sleeveless, which made you a little self-conscious, because you didn't usually wear outfits that bared your shoulders. Plus, it showed a little more cleavage than you were used to. Not a lot - it was supposed to be a burial shroud, after all - but enough to make you yank up the top of the dress, a little embarrassed, as you exited the bathroom.

"Whoa," a familiar voice gasped as you entered the chapel. You turned and saw Frank, dressed in his own costume: a three-piece suit, with a fedora that made him look a bit like a Mafia boss.

"Whoa, what?" you asked shyly, still fidgeting with your dress.

"Whoa, you look gorgeous," Frank said, eyes panning over you slowly. He'd never stared at you like this before.

"Th-thank you," you blushed, not sure what to make of this unusual attention. "You look nice, too."

"Well, I....." Frank wasn't able to finish his statement, because suddenly the makeup artist Mark had hired walked over to you.

"Your makeup's going to take a while, so we should get started, Y/N," the woman told you. "We've got to make you look nice and dead."

"Isn't that an oxymoron?" you laughed.

"I'm sure you'll be the nicest-looking dead girl I've seen," Frank joked. "Um, I guess I'll talk to you later, Y/N."

"Right," you agreed, and headed towards the makeup chair. You wondered why your face was flushing. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

It felt extremely weird to climb into the coffin near the pulpit. You lay still, eyes closed, doing your best corpse impression. The camera man stood over you, leaning over your prone body so he could capture the shot of your eyes opening.

"Cut," the director called. You sat up and looked over at him. Had you done something wrong?

"Y/N, that was very good," Mark complimented, to your surprise. "Before we film your dance, we're going to try and get some shots of the band playing, alright?"

"Alright," you shrugged. You propped your elbows up on the coffin lid as you sat and watched Frank and the other band members pretend to play their instruments. Even though it was just a fascimile of the real thing, Frank was putting so much heart into it, like he always did. You'd always admired his energetic playing style.

"Cut," the director called again. "Gerard, loving the emotion you're giving the camera, alright? Ray, Mikey, you're doing good, too. But, Frank, I need you to look at the camera for me, please."

"I was," Frank argued.

"No, you weren't," Mark disagreed.

"Dude, he's right," Gerard admitted, crossing his arms. "Your acting was good, but you kept looking over at Y/N the whole time."

"I-I did not!" Frank denied, turning crimson.

"Frank, we need you to focus," the director advised. "You can talk to your girlfriend after we're done filming this scene."

"Y/N, uh, she....she's not my girlfriend," Frank stammered. He wasn't usually a stutterer. Why would he be acting like this?

"Oh?" Mark blinked. "Well, my mistake. Let's take it from the top." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

Eventually, the guys wrapped up the scene focusing on them. It was time for your dance. The song played from a stereo in the background, to set the mood and help you sync your steps with the beat. You were nervous. You didn't want to mess up, and make the whole camera crew start over with a new take.

But, then, you thought of what Frank had told you when you got here this morning: You can do it. I believe in you.

Summoning your nerve, you opened your eyes, climbed out of the coffin, and began to dance towards the pews. You resisted tears when you thought of the symbolism of your movements - when you tilted and grasped at the 'funeral attendees', it was meant to be Helena wistfully reaching towards her loved ones, who were mourning her. You glanced at the band. Gerard looked emotional, too. But, Frank was just staring at you, looking completely riveted. The unguarded adoration in his eyes surprised you, and you almost stopped moving.

Could Frank.....like you?

There wasn't time to process this. Knowing that the cameras were trained on you, you continued the dance, taking care not to forget any steps. When you were done, everyone in the church clapped. You flushed, feeling proud of yourself for pulling off such a complicated routine. And you were going to be on national TV!

"Y/N, that was amazing," Frank said, running over to you as soon as the director yelled cut.

"Thank you," you smiled. "You, uh, you looked like you were enjoying it."

Frank's expression changed, and now he looked embarassed. "You were looking over at me?"

"I'm always looking at you," you confessed.

"Y/N....." Frank asked quietly, not wanting the rest of the video's cast to hear. "Do you like me?"

"I mean, of course I like you," you mumbled. "We've been friends for years."

"You know what I meant, Y/N," Frank said, looking at you seriously.

Your face reddened. "Why are you asking me this, Frank?"

"Because I realized today that I like you back," Frank admitted, and, suddenly, he was kissing you, in front of his band, the camera crew, God, and everybody. You were embarrassed by this large audience, but you didn't resist. You'd wanted this for so long, and it was even better than you'd imagined.

"Yes," you said breathlessly when Frank pulled away at last. "Helena likes you very much."

#frank iero x reader #frank iero imagine #helena

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