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mrs-weasley-reid · 1 month

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Escape Is Mandatory

platonic Spencer Reid x geniusbau!reader | part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Summary: prison changed Spencer, and along with it were a couple of horrible choices bau!reader refused to tolerate, hence a threat to their years of friendship. But all of it disappeared as soon as an unsub threatened your life.

Warning: details of death, violence, and infidelity; curse word(s)

A/N: I can't believe it has been over a year since I posted this mini-series (me just disappearing out of nowhere, lol). This draft has been sitting for a year. I never published it because it felt boring (I still do, somehow), but I wanted to celebrate the series reaching a year old HAHA! Anywaysss, as usual, this might be heavy, so be mindful when reading. It's not my gif; credits to the owner :)

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Luther Gerard grinned maniacally, leaning against his seat, "Let me guess... sister? Oh, but she's too pretty to be related to you." His cuffed hand caressed your picture on the table, "Lover, perhaps?"

Spencer's jaw clenched, "Where. Is. She?" His palms were itchy, breathing steadily as he kept them flat on the table.

This unsub was unlike any other serial killer he had encountered. Luther Gerard, age 38, is an average plumber but one hell of a genius, almost as dangerously intelligent as Spencer, with 186 IQ.

Spencer would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was terrified to the bone. Because this time, the unsub had 83.248% outsmarting him, and the victim was you.

"Anyone wanna hear how I picked her up?" Luther glanced at the two-sided mirror, chuckling, "I'll take the silence as a yes."

He looked at Spencer straight in his eyes, "It was dim, but not too much. She was 40 feet away from the precinct entrance... 15 from you. She looked pretty mad when she turned her back, but she looked so hurt walking away. I can remember her tears. Oh, they were sweet and just a little salty. She knew I was there for her. She was going to scream for you. But what can I say? She was a second too slow. I was going to get your attention but she looked so good unconscious in my arms."

"You sick son of a bitch—"

It took Luke, Matt, and three police officers to hold Spencer back. His face was red, and Luke swore he was breathing fire. His knuckles were white as he grabbed Luke's shirt and a bit of the skin on Matt's arm.

Spencer escaped from being pinned by five people with minimal struggle, grabbing Luther's collar to the point of suffocation. "Where the hell is she?! Tell me where!"

Luther laughed out loud, watching as Spencer crumbled into an angry mess. "Listen here, Dr. Reid... you can be a point smarter than me as long as you can, but she will always be two points dumber than me. She'll die in that fucking warehouse."

Emily barged into the interrogation room, "Reid." She gestured at Matt to take him out of the room, leaving Luke to get the answers they'd been looking for the past five hours.

Spencer aggressively shrugged Matt's hands on his shoulders, "I can walk," His voice grew a little softer than seconds ago, but his tone still crunched with anger.

As soon as the door shut, Spencer turned to Emily, "She's dying out there."

"You're not the only one who's worried. She's our friend, too, you know. But we won't find her if you let your emotions take over you." Emily took a deep breath, giving him a concerned look.

Spencer ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm not worried. I'm scared." He dropped his head, letting a cruel sigh pass his shivering lips.

Despite his attempt to reinsert himself in the interrogation room, Emily forbade him from coming in contact with the unsub for the rest of the evening. So, he stood next to JJ in the conference room, trying to save you in the best way he knew how: geographic profiling.

"I should've known," Spencer mumbled under his breath.

JJ turned to him, "Did you find something?" She scanned the board in front of them, hoping that she'd see what Spencer was seeing.

Spencer loosened his tie, "The victims. The location. I should've figured it out the moment we briefed about the case. It should've clicked." He guiltily looked at JJ, "I should've kept her safe."

"Spence," JJ spoke motherly. "None of us knew she was the target. You have to know that none of this is your fault." She gave him a kind look, something he knew well to differ whether it was out of pity or genuine compassion.

"But it is my fault..." He averted his eyes from her. He couldn't bear to look at anyone in their eyes, much less the thought of yours, filled with tears from his stupidity.

JJ's eyebrows gently knitted, "Did something happen the last time you saw her?"

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2 days ago...

The afternoon's fifth hour barely struck, yet the sky was already dark. The lampposts around the precinct were enough light to at least keep you and Spencer from tripping.

None of you have said a word for the past three minutes. You even missed Emily's nod. Both of you were too occupied to care. You: with the obscene sight you just witnessed and the burning itch to smack the back of his head. Spencer: with whatever internal conflict he was going through after coming back from prison, he refused to talk to anyone about.

With every step away from the might as well named crime scene, your lips slowly unfastened. Spencer had barely clicked the SUV's key when you began.

"She's married."

"She's unhappily married."

Your eyebrows clashed, "That's not an excuse, Reid. Your wrinkly brain knows that."

"Can't you just mind your own business?" Spencer rolled his eyes, treating your conversation lighter than you wanted him to.

"I would have if only you did," You looked at him with utter disbelief. No amount of blinking would erase the sight forever etched in the back of your curse of a photographic memory. "Her unhappy marriage was her business. That was her and her husband's business."

Spencer was growing impatient with you. The signs were easy to catch. His knotted forehead. Thoughtless glare. Clenched hands deep in his pockets. An obvious Spencer-is-pissed-at-you special tell.

He straightened his back, "I was just helping her out."

"Holy shit—" You scoffed a baffled chuckle, "Are you hearing yourself? Adultery and sympathy are not the same, Reid. What the hell has gotten into your head?"

Ordinary people wouldn't have cared. Luke and Matt would disagree and judge Spencer's stupid choices but would've kept their mouths shut. Emily and David would spit a bit of advice on how morally wrong he was, but they would have minded their own business for the most part. Tara would've been disgusted but refused to get herself involved. JJ and Penelope would have been utterly disappointed and angry at him, but they wouldn't have missed a chance to make up with him.

You, however, felt nauseatingly repugnant. Years of friendship felt like a thin layer of ice loudly breaking. He knew most of your uninteresting and failed romance. How often has he lent you a back to bury your face on? The number of times he's caught not two but four of your short-term lovers shamelessly cheating. He knew well enough, too much even.

"You know what I think?" He chuckled evilly. And you knew then he was aiming for your throat. "I think you're just jealous because you don't have the aptitude to get over your dead boyfriend."

Your jaw dropped. You half-expected him to say those words, but it still surprised you. It still stung. Your tears were fighting to flow, but you had enough self-respect to not do it before him, not with his shitty attitude, at least.

You gripped the hem of your blazer, "You're a jerk. That's what you are." You took a sharp breath, biting the overflowing ache on your chest. "Come back when you've got something for the case."

A second didn't pass after you turned your back on him, and the tears immediately trailed down your face. You walked out of the parking lot as fast as you could. Crying in front of your childhood classmates felt more gratifying than in front of Spencer.

Wiping the unwanted tears from your cheeks, your feet came to a halt without warning. Something about the fifteen-foot distance from Spencer's back and the forty-foot gap from the entrance to the precinct left you terrifyingly vulnerable.

Your gears began turning.

Victims were awfully close to your build.

You're in your hometown.

And it clicked a second too late.

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"Spence!" JJ gently shook Spencer back to reality. As soon as she knew he was back down to earth, she immediately spoke, "They found another body—"

Spencer flew out of the door before JJ could even finish speaking. He went to Luke, who was on his way to one of the SUVs. "Where?" He asked in a rush. His heart was beating right in his ear. A series of negative thoughts filled his head.

Luke had a few seconds to tell Spencer where the said body was but quickly interrupted Spencer's thoughts. "We don't know anything yet, Reid."

"But what if it's her?" Spencer snapped. He had little patience for anyone. All he knew was how important it was to see a body that's not you.

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"Fuck!" You cried in a shattered voice.

Tears flowed nonstop down your face, along with your own blood dripping from the top of your horribly bandaged head. Luther Gerard was evil enough to let you bleed slowly to death.

Unbeknownst to him, you were the most stubborn person in the entire BAU team. You bled your way out of the place he locked you in, cursing the pain off your chest.

You have been loosening the barbwire wrapped around your feet with your bare hands for the past hour. Your hands and your feet had gotten skinned off from the sharp metal.

Hope was on your side, though, as you felt your left foot painfully slide off the wrap. You cried out in joy, holding your ankles tight as if the pain would immediately dissipate.

You wiped your tears off your face, smearing blood from your palm onto your skin. You laughed, already delirious from lack of blood. "I'm going to break your neck once I find you. Then I'll beat the hell out of Reid for taking his goddamn time."

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Spencer felt relief wash over him as soon as he glanced at the lifeless woman being pulled out of the creek. It may have been messed up that he was thankful a different woman died, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

He and Luke drove back to the precinct with a little less tense chests. They may not have found you, but the fact that you weren't the body they found meant one thing. You were still alive. That's all that mattered.

"We'll find her," Luke broke the silence between them, glancing at Spencer from his peripheral. "She's stubborn. She won't let anyone hurt her without punching back. She's probably on her way back to the precinct." He attempted to lighten the mood.

Spencer took a deep breath, "She better be." He looked outside of the car, biting his lower lip. "She has to escape wherever she is. It's mandatory. I'm not letting her die without finishing our argument."

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It's been two days of searching every nook and cranny of your little hometown, but the team hasn't gotten anywhere in finding you.

Each member was exhausted, especially Spencer. He hasn't gotten a wink of sleep. He couldn't even if he tried to.

They were running out of ideas. But like every single cases the BAU team had, you knew how to turn things around. Their wake snapped up as gasps echoed in the entire precinct.

The team rushed to see the commotion and almost burst into tears as soon as they saw you.

"Oh my god..." JJ whimpered under her breath as she clasped her mouth.

You stood there by the entrance, bloodied up and half-conscious. You held the door's handle tight, painting it with your dirty blood as it kept you up on your feet. They could barely recognize your face from the mixture of blood and dirt on your face.

Despite your pitiful, bloodied state, you managed to show them your temper. "You better have caught that bastard." You growled weakly.

Your body was shaking from exhaustion. Just as you slipped out of consciousness, Spencer rushed to catch your body.

Tara called for a medic while Emily went to your aid. Luke and Matt went straight to work things out and give Gerard the worst news he's ever going to receive: it turns out you weren't as dumb as he wanted you to be.

Spencer gently wiped your face with his sleeve. He didn't care if it was his favorite shirt. All he cared about was how his best friend stubbornly stayed alive.

When Emily sat next to him to keep you off the floor, she saw just how much your friendship meant to Spencer. She squeezed his shoulder, "She's back safe with us, Reid. She'll be alright."

Her words prompted Spencer's sobs, tears trickling onto your face in hopes that it would wash the hell you went through for the past days. He quickly wiped them off, though. He knew well enough how you'd react to his 'filthy tears' coming in contact with your skin.

"Yeah, you better clean it off," You mumbled with your eyes closed, gripping the hem of his cardigan vest. You couldn't let yourself pass out, knowing you had a severe wound on your head.

Spencer choked a laugh, "Took you long enough. I thought I would have to save your ass." He sniffed as he let the paramedics transfer you onto a crash cart.

You scoffed, turning into a short series of coughs. "Just admit it. You can't figure things out without my brain power. Your brain's getting smooth, Reid. Prodigy no more."

The team couldn't help but roll their eyes at you and Spencer's banter, bouncing back faster than your recovery. Although they hated to admit it, they preferred the two of you that way rather than apart.

"I'm glad you're safe..." Spencer's voice became softer. Somehow, he couldn't stop himself from tearing up. This was the second time he'd cried nonstop. The first time being the love of his life's death.

He was glad this time wasn't due to someone important's death. He didn't know how he'd handle it if the person he could always rely on would leave him of this world.

As you were dragged into the ambulance, you gave all the rest of your strength to glare at Spencer. "Don't think you're off the record. After I deal with Gerard, you're next."

"Is it mandatory?" He sarcastically stated, jumping into the ambulance the moment you were settled in. He couldn't bear to leave you out of his sight.

#ssa spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #cm #criminalminds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid x self insert #fem!reader #dr spencer reid #platonic #spencer x reader #spencerreid

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docgold13 · 6 months

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Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Pamela Isley

Doctor Pamela Lillian Isley was a gifted botanist who led a secret life as the eco-terrorist known as Poison Ivy. After earning her doctorate in botany from Gotham University, Isley took a position at the cosmetics firm, Chez Gerard. Although her job was to work in the development of new fragrances, Isley used the facility to generate botanical compounds that had numerous and powerful effects on humans. Her skill with experimental botany extended to the point that she was able to create mind-controlling and paralyzing toxins as well as rapidly growing super-plants that obeyed her mental commands.

Isley was incensed when an area containing many rare species of plant-life was razed so to make way for the construction of Stonegate Penitentiary. She pledged vengeance against those responsible, specifically District Attorney Harvey Dent. Isley arranged a meeting with Dent and, using her mind-controlling toxin, caused him to fall madly in love with her. Although they had only known each other a week, Dent proposed marriage to her. Soon thereafter, Dent was stricken with a strange illness and fell into a deep comatose state.

Suspecting a link between Dent’s condition and Dr. Isley, Batman investigated the matter and tracked Isley down to her conservatory sanctuary. There Isley revealed herself as Poison Ivy, complete with a costume and various weaponized plants. Ivy almost bested Batman, yet was forced to surrender when Batman threatened to destroy a unique breed of rose that she had been keeping safe.

Isley offered Batman the cure for Dent and he allowed her to keep the rose which she cared for whilst confined in Stonegate Penitentiary.

Actress Diane Pershing provided the voice for Pamela Isley with he villainess first appearing in the ninth episode of the first season of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘Pretty Poison.’

#batman the animated series #Batman #Poison Ivy #Pamela Isley #Diane Pershing #cut-out #paper art #Dc Comics

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wildissylupus · 6 months

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Can you tell me if there's anything on Reyes when you finish the book?

No pressure, dude.

I was hoping for him to have his own profile like Jack.

Oh, of there is a lot.

I honestly don't think I can cover it all but here are the things that stuck with me;

Reyes mother was a social worker and his farther owned a grocery store, they both died during the Crisis, which hit Reyes pretty hard.

Reyes actually wasn't a police officer but a detective for the LAPD (I really like this change cause him being a regular police officer always sat weirdly with me)

While a lot of SEP soldiers hazed Jack on his high number, Reyes himself never did, believing that Jack would be one of the best soldiers to come out of the program.

The only reason Reyes agreed for Aroura's ascension to happen at the Shambali monastery was because it was a good tactical decision, that same reason is why he refused to let Mina do test runs, as he didn't want Anubis to find out that they were planning on making Omnics sentient.

He was met with a bit of backlash when he brought Cassidy in, not because Cassidy was an ex-criminal, but because Cassidy was a minor.

For awhile Blackwatch was basically just Reyes, Gerard and Cassidy going on stealth missions, the less legal missions, such as interfering with legal affairs with no government clearance, were referred to as "vacations".

Reyes offered Genji the Blackwatch job while Genji was in recovery, something that Angela actively disagreed with and it caused her to refuse to work with Blackwatch. This ended up leading to Reyes hiring Moira.

Speaking of which, Moira was hired after Cassidy was transferred to work with Liao.

That's all the stuff that stuck with me but there is a lot more information.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #gabriel reyes #ow reaper #overwatch reaper

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oldmemoria · 7 months

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caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

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carelesscatastrophe · 1 year

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New Beginnings

Pairing: M x Fab, Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: nothing but a little angst, it's a smooth transition into writing again and it's mostly plot build-up. This will probably be multiple parts if this goes over well. (Oh and one f-bomb)

Word count: about 1600

You were a new wolf, having just triggered your curse. Moving to a town that you thought would offer you a fresh start as a supernatural being, you seemed to be mistaken as you met the light-eyed, suspicious hybrid who would do anything and everything to keep his family safe from what he deemed to be a potential threat

You were looking to start a new chapter in your life as a bright, twenty-something-year-old woman. Sometimes it didn’t really seem possible- not with everything that had happened. You had triggered your curse. It seemed like it was just yesterday when you were at that bar on a drab corner of the streets of New York. He came at you quickly, with anger, and you just reacted. You never meant to hurt him- and yet when push came to shove he had underestimated you. He hit his head and even though you called an ambulance as soon you came to your senses, he passed away on his way to the hospital. You claimed self-defense; he already had a record. You got off.

You knew what you were even though you had been adopted by a nice, normal family as a child. You remembered enough before you had been given away to know what was coming on the night of the next full moon. You also knew there was a supernaturally infested town in Louisiana, and so that is where you went. You knew of the powerful family that lived there, and the surrogate son. You knew there was some mix of a daughter, as well as a coven of witches. Just because you knew of it all didn’t mean you knew what anybody looked like, but you were sure that you’d be able to just tell- I mean there must be some supernatural radar- right?

Fine, you really had no idea what you were doing.

You managed to get a cute little apartment in the French Quarter, and you were happy about it because, at any point of the day, there was music, art, and laughter. The atmosphere was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and you hadn’t seen one supernatural being the entire week you’d been there so far. That didn’t mean they hadn’t spotted you though. Marcel Gerard always knew when somebody new moved into town. He had seen you more than once and had a litter of day walkers keep tabs on you. He knew that one could never be too safe when something new moved into his town. Not after everything.

Being new to the town, you had googled “events near me” on your laptop to see if there was anything you could attend. You wanted to keep a low profile but you certainly didn’t want to be lonely forever. There were so many options, but you chose to go to an art exhibit for an unknown artist. If they were unknown, they had to be good to be shown regardless of their anonymity. That’s where you were on Saturday evening, five days before your first full moon. The art was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but admire all of the work adorning the walls. You were so caught up in the painterly strokes that you didn’t notice the gentleman creeping up to your side until he was practically hovering over you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”, you murmured to the man beside you without looking at him. He hummed in response, prompting you to look toward him. “Not much of a conversationalist, I see. That’s okay, I usually talk enough for two.”, you joked. The man beside you was attractive, to say the least. He had pretty eyes and the slightest curve to his nose. Not to mention your biggest weakness, the soft curls. Gosh, he was pretty. “It’s lovely”, he confirmed, and you were shocked to hear the English twang in his voice. It wasn’t what you expected, and it only made him more attractive. You breathed out an awkward sigh, before mustering your best-extroverted impression, “I’m Y/N”. He squinted his eyes at you in the slightest- almost unnoticeable way, before offering you a smile. “Klaus”, he returned. There was a familiarity to the man that you couldn’t put your finger on. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Klaus”, you smiled, before glancing back at the work you were admiring minutes before. He was analyzing you once you had looked away. He knew what you were, and yet, he could tell that you had absolutely no idea who- or what- he was. Even if you had no idea who he was, he couldn’t be too safe. Anybody could have compelled you to be there, doing their bidding. You could be there to harm his child and his family.

The next time you looked at him, you couldn’t look away. “Who are you, and why are you in my city?”. His pupils dilated, and his brows furrowed. The tone of his voice dropped into one of hostility, and that’s when it clicked for you. This man was trying to compel you, and he had said it was his city. His city… Bingo. The powerful, eternally immortal family you had done minimal research on. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you knew he could hear it. He could see the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead, and he definitely noticed you twisting the ring on your index finger. You didn’t know enough about vampires to know if they could tell if you were lying, so you chose to tell the truth. Oddly, it seemed like the safer option rather than pretending to be compelled. You figured that would get you killed. Swallowing the ball in your throat, you dropped your eyes downwards. “I’m- uh- well I’m on vervain”, you confessed and within a second you were behind the gallery in the dimly lit lighting. He was watching you cautiously, inquisitively. “You didn’t choose to lie, a brave move, Darling”, he said condescendingly, and at this point, there wasn’t a single bone in your body that would have allowed you to make eye contact. You were going to die a week into your new chapter.

Swallowing again, you blinked back any of your fearful tears before clearing your throat, “Look, I just moved here okay? My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I really did not mean to come anywhere I didn’t belong. It’s just- um”, your voice caught in your throat. You hadn’t told anybody what you had done to that man yet, only the cops knew. He took a step closer to you and you put up your hands in surrender- God, you weren’t cut out for this life. “I- I triggered my curse okay? And, fuck. I don’t know what you want me to say so that you don’t kill me right now but I just heard this town had lots of people like me and I don’t know anybody else who is like me. Really- I- I just thought that maybe I would be safer here, but clearly, it’s not very safe and I haven’t even shifted yet and I’m already so scared so can you just get it over with if that’s what you’re going to do anyway?”. It all came out so fast, you always did that when you were nervous.

He hung onto every word you said, listening to the racing of your heart to detect any dishonesty. You were being sincere. “Well I wasn’t planning to bloody kill you behind my art exhibit!”, he snapped, which honestly offered you little relief. His art exhibit? You wanted to comment on it, but you were just so scared. Not two weeks ago you were just the everyday human, and now you’re face to face with a man that fuelled nightmares. He was still watching you, he could sense your fear. You were young, experiencing something completely unknown to you. A breath of innocence despite the blood on your hands that had triggered the curse. Your heart was beating like that of a hummingbird, and you looked so small- trembling close to the corner he had backed you into. He wasn’t going to kill you, but he also wasn’t going to let you out of his sight until he knew for sure you would not be a danger to his family. He considered his choices, knock you unconscious and take you home with him, dragging you kicking and screaming. Though, he doubted you would put up much of a fight given how scared you already were. “Come with me.”, he practically ordered, causing your eyes to snap up to his- but his back was already turned, leading the way to wherever he was taking you.

You followed, at first. Cautiously creeping behind him as if he was going to explode and douse you with the flames of his past aggression. Once you were out of the little backlit corner you had been in, you made the snap decision to run. You didn’t make it far before he was right in front of you- bewildering you once again with the inhuman speed and looking even more terrifying now that there was a fire dancing behind his eyes. “Wrong choice, little wolf”, he muttered, before grabbing onto your wrist tightly and practically dragging you behind him. This time, you couldn’t help but let a few tears out as he grabbed onto you, hoisting you up. Within mere moments you were in what you imagined to be the inside of a castle. What have you gotten yourself into?

#klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #marcel gerard #tvdu

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sovereign-skyy · 2 months

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Mutual acquired :3

Btw what's that equation in your profile banner?

He looks so happy I love him!

The equation is actually a very cool one, it's a pretty fundamental part of Chaos Theory! It's called Rish's Equation of Uncertainty (named after Gerard Bernard Rish who was a very influential figure in the development of Chaos Theory (he's also Dutch like me and I think that's pretty cool)) and it describes the effect of the certainty of some action occurring on the uncertainty of another action also occurring.

Im not very good at explaining it but Veritasium actually made a very good video about it! It's about 12 minutes long and very easy to understand if you wanna learn more about it!

#ask sovereign #from sirbrahms

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violet-is-under-ur-bed1 · 8 months

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intro -_-

INTRODUCTION!!!! :3

Hello!!! I'm Z but I go by other names like violet, Vicky, V. My pronouns are they/them or she/her!!

I'm bisexual and extremely sleep deprived!!

THINGS I < 3!!

•Mcr, ptv, sws, p!atd, cobra starship, underoath, all time low, we the kings, s3rl, the academy is.., cute is what we aim for (+ more)

•creepypasta (hyperfixation)

•ouran host club

•mlp 2010!!

•animal jam

•msp / Webkinz

• bugs

•invader zim

•ryan ross (me)

•Patrick stump

•pete wentz

•vic fuen(tits)

•tony perry

•gerard way (my girlfriend💗💗💗)

•ray toro (me)

•mikey way and frank iero (my wife's)

•absolute nerd 4 star wars (don't worry I don't rant abt it)

•scott pilgrim

•wattpad, reddit, ao3, tumblr addict

•twilight / vampire diaries

•skeleanimals

•weird mustache obsession

•random 2000s enthusiast

•sharks

•toki doki

• Twilight & Fluttershy (+ pinkie pie) luver

• batman

•pokemon

•i shit myself so hard whenever I see smut (no hate to people who read smut💗)

•monster high

•a literal fashionista

•Comics! (I luv DC)

•My littlest pet shop

•i love head cannons 💗💗 (there so funny for no reason?!??)

•Im pretty quiet in general but when you get to know me I literally won't shut up

•i love horror movies (sci-fi, but not originals idk how to feel abt them yet)

• leon kennedy and carlos😻😻😻

• i love video games (all i talk about)

• micheal cera

YOUTUBERS

•Kurtis Conner

•nickisnotgreen

•drew gooden

•Jarvis Johnson

•RAVON and LARRAY

•courtreezy

•izzzyzzz

•film cooper

•Chad Chad

•Sinjin drowning

•Jake Webber

•Johnnie Guilbert

•funkyfrogbait

•vereena

•dorisxchi

•flamingo

•Jordan Adika

•Martin

•Jenny Nicholson

DNI!😡😡💪💪🔥💯‼️

•Dream smp (dream pls dont touch me)

•pedos (🔞DONT TOUCH ME IM A MINOR🔞)

•Pro Shippers (some of you are okay but half of you ship minors and adults together)

Socials!!! :D

•reddit: nyancathybrid

•discord: i_am_the_2nd_kurtis_fan6743

•wattpad: Nyancat1234355445

•tiktok: violetmustdiex_x

•roblox: Rottonfinger

•spacehey: https://spacehey.com/profile?id= 1903654

urm.. anygay..

Q/A common questions!!

*"What's your favorite color?"* turquoise (Nuh uh)

*"What's your favorite drink and food?"* blood im a vampire

*"what is your favorite band?"* mcr😈😈🍆🙏💯‼️

*"What is your favorite type of flower?*" idk

*"If you could marry anyone you want, who would it be?"* urm no I have plmy pookies

*"What is your hair color?"* brown but I would like to dye it black and turquoise (nuh uh)

#creepypasta #pierce the veil #emo #Mark my freaking worms!!#Spotify

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killjoyhistory · 1 year

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“Stay Tuned…”: A Follow-Up

girlautomatic:

Alright, boys and girls, here is what we’ve come up with so far, loosely organized by channel and then a MISC section for everything else. I know this whole thing might not add up to any super-special mystery, but it’s fun to talk about, no? And, as one of the commenters brought up, Gerard did say he wanted it to be something fun.

So! What’s been guessed at so far:

Channel 0: I’m referring to the blank yellow channel that appears to be off, but still shows some kind of signal. It’s like the “home” channel.

RFDD: Looks like your standard issue NTSC Test Pattern or Test Card, down to that annoying single high-pitched beeeeeeeeeeee… No idea what the acronym/abbreviation might mean, though.

BLND: Screen also looks like a Test Card, but more in the style of the Indian Style Test Card, except it’s got a smiling mouse-like creature that appears to have a bullet hole through the head. (I could be wrong?) Tumblr User Leedek suggested that BLND might stand for “Bland”, as in elevator music. The song is likely in the bossa nova style (and decidedly not that bland) but nobody’s been able to figure out what the name of it is yet. It also appears to start out loud but progressively fade as the song continues.

WKIL: Thermal imaging of a man seen from the profile view. If you stay on this screen long enough, the man will change various colors, eventually looping back to the starting point. There’s also a lot of static noise going on, but underneath it one can ear the sound of a drumbeat similar to “Cemetery Drive”, along with possibly the sound of horns or someone singing. User Clarev raised the question that perhaps it has to do with announcing the arrival of a new drummer. Personally, I think it’s more about announcing their return to their more punkish roots after the huge theatrical performance that was The Black Parade. It could be both. It could be nothing. Who knows? Also, no idea what the acronym/abbreviation might mean.

KLSK: Leedek suggested that perhaps this stands for “Classic”, and it rather makes sense. The screen features what is either a radioactive symbol or one of those old-school recording reels. It’s also got “KLSK” written on one of the yellow “rays” while the other two look either muddy or bloody. Also, I feel kind of old for knowing this (though I’m only 23), but the song playing is America’s “A Horse with no Name”. It’s actually a pretty cool jam.

HRBT: Another Test Card screen! I’ve got no similarity equivalent for this one, although I did think for a while that it looked a bit like Test Card F. (If you’ve seen the British show Life on Mars, you might recognize the girl and doll in the middle.) They don’t really look that much alike, though… A couple of you suggested that this abbreviation is for “Heartbeat”, especially since it features what appears to be a lifeline barely visible in the middle of the Test Card, and the beeping sounded perhaps like a heart monitor. Others of you suggested that it probably wasn’t a heart monitor, since that would be so 2006. XD I initially thought it might’ve been Morse Code, but I quickly tossed that out when it only produced gibberish. My history of spending time in hospitals says it does sound familiar, especially since real electrocardiograms (aka, heart monitors) tend not to sound the way they do on TV. (No patient would be able to sleep if they did!) It makes me think of those machines that measure pulse, blood pressure and the body’s oxygen level. The name of it escapes me right now.

MISC: User Eric Lee pointed out that the counters go up to 59 and then restart. Does that mean it’s a clock? (There was also a comment about Halloween, but I didn’t quite understand the connection. I’m sorry. D:) There’s also the fact that the counters are counting up, at various speeds, as opposed to counting down to something. There’s also still the acronym/abbreviation of PTTP on the bottom…

Questions: - What exactly is the machine? Is it a portable television? A radio? Some futuristic alien scanner? - Why are they delighting in melting our brains? - Has anyone thought of scouring the internet to see if any side sites have popped up? I remember during The Great TBP Mystery of 2006, that in addition to the main MCR site, there was a side site for The Black Parade that was all sorts of weird for a while. (It’s since gone down completely, along with the creepy variation that was just a dead flatline around the time that The Black Parade is Dead! came out. Maybe there’s something hiding out there? I’ve got the Disqus comment app enabled, and it has OpenID, so you can probably sign in with your Tumblr. (Plus, it offers more word/character space! :D) Don’t pay too much attention to the question at the end of this long post; I just needed a way to enable answers again for those more comfortable using that. (But if you get the reference, you win an internet cookie.) ETA: I was skimming other Tumblr posts and found this take on the WKIL channel from user Wind-Addiction: WKIL - a very strange one: there’s a heatscan-looking image of the silhouette of a man’s head along with a bar of colors. the man changes colors/heats up and cools down over the course of a few minutes. someone suggested the cooling of the body means he’s dead. someone said that the channel is the name of an old pirate radio station called WeKill from the 80s. another said the man was alfred Hitchcock. idk. audio is radio static fading in and out, beeps, possibly some music in the background, which would confirm the pirate radio theory.

You can read the full post here. Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Some of this information is now outdated, but it still offers a great description of the mysterious transmitter and the different images and recordings. It’s also a perfect example of the mystery and scrutiny that defined the beginning of the DD era.

#mcr website

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ratkingpoe · 7 months

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Eh, I have to re-learn how to use Tumblr, it's been so long. How do I show the internet my smut and egregious fan-service? Anyway, this is Wonderwall Gerard Way in his vintage cheerleader outfit.

Story time under the cut.

Storytime: My long-term partner and I met on a dating site. I used the site every once in a while, but the scene left a bad taste in my mouth after I was catfished/ghosted. Nothing crazy, he never showed up to the meeting spot, never messaged me again. After that, I stopped using the site for several months but left my profile active. In cleaning up my e-mails, I noticed the dating site was still sending me notifications about private messages. Looking to delete the account, I went to the site and noticed the messages I had in my inbox were pretty cringe and stereotypical so I resigned to not open anymore.

But one caught my eye at the last second, a username including 'MCR' and I was curious, so I opened that message to ask if MCR was indeed My Chemical Romance. That person has been my partner for the last 10 years and it's wild how such a small detail changed my life. In fact, the name was a username he rarely used! So crazy.

My Chemical Romance had been broken up for years at that point but we'd systematically reminisce about the heydays. When the return was announced, we flocked to get tickets, even using multiple devices but we couldn't secure them in time. Super bummed, we were still excited that our favourite band was back. Then covid hit and fucked everything up. The fortunate turn of events; more dates were announced.

I remember making coffee that morning with all our devices lined up and ready. When the tickets went live we joined as many queues as possible in the states we thought we could travel to. Before we knew it, we had secured 3 different tour dates in 3 different states, but we'd make it work!

Our time with the band started in Tennessee, and in a bittersweet way, it was the best show of the 3. The new tour has an insect theme, of sorts, so, every show opened with the 'Swarm' logo and a deep rumbling insect sound effect. Already pumped, as Gerard stepped out on stage, lights still down, I had no idea. In fact, I thought the person was with sound check at first. Suddenly, lights go up, and the bright green and white material finally made sense. Through the screams of the crowd, gasps of 'outfit', 'skirt' and 'cheerleader' were heard and I was shook. Highly unexpected but so right in all the right ways. I love this artist. What an insane and wonderful experience.

#gerard way #my chemical romance #mcr gerard #skirt #cheerleader #mcr #mcr fanart #vintage

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starmaniamania · 1 year

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Starmania/Tycoon

I found some old articles about the Tycoon project that I thought you would appreciate, @wildishmazz! There's not really anything comprehensive but I think it shows a little bit of how it went down.

As soon as July 1990, the Daily Mail wrote : "Master song writer Tim Rice is behind a new £1.5m rock opera that will open in London in the spring. He has translated and adapted Starmania - sweeping score by Michel Berger and original lyrics by Luc Plamondon - based on a French show about a Donald Trump-type tycoon who wants his corporation to control the globe."

Back then it said he already had a producer (David Land) and director (Frank Dunlop) lined up, but obviously nothing came of it. Meanwhile Plamondon and Berger had moved on to "La légende de Jimmy."

Then in Nov 1992 a Globe & Mail profile of Plamondon explains that the songs had been shown at a showcase at Andrew Lloyd Webber's estate (I put a long segment under the cut.)

And then in 1994 Plamondon gives a press conference saying he's "close to selling the production rights" to Tycoon (again??)

The whole thing is pretty much a mess, but also it sounds to me like Rice basically single-handedly revised a bunch of the show to be what he thought would be palatable to an English-speaking audience, which meant sanitizing it a lot. (Also apparently he's a Thatcher-admiring pro-Brexit Conservative, which does sort of make sense when you see what kind of changes he made tbh.)

And then when the show didn't actually get made in the UK but came back to Paris as the once-a-week English version, they changed some of the songs again to fit them as-is into the Furey staging.

It's not fully clear of course, but that's what I think after reading about it!

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Image maker and breaker - Ron Conlogue - The Globe & Mail, Nov 7, 1992

ON the first weekend in September, theatre producers from around the world gathered in a converted church on composer Andrew Lloyd Webber's estate in Sydmonton, England, to hear runthroughs of promising new musicals. One was Webber's own forthcoming show, Sunset Boulevard. The other was a Canadian musical called Tycoon.

Its author, Luc Plamondon, sat nervously in the darkness and contemplated the English-speaking world he hopes to conquer. The denim- clad, 50-year-old Montreal lyricist is already a celebrity throughout the French-speaking world. His musical, Starmania (Tycoon in English) has played four times in Montreal and Paris, including one run in Paris that lasted for three years.

As a parolier, he has written important lyrics for Quebec stars like Diane Dufresne and French ones like Diane Tell. Composers who have set his songs to music include Claude-Michel Schoenberg, who wrote Les Miserables. Singers who have recorded him include Petula Clark and, improbably, actor Gerard Depardieu. And he has yet another musical, Sand et les romantiques, which opened at the Paris Opera last week.

But this resonant Quebec voice fades to silence wherever English is spoken. "The Americans won't listen if it's in French," he says with rare chagrin. "Their ears are stopped up." His words will have to be carried into the anglophone world by others.

These others won't be nobodies. Plamondon's first release in English, The World Is Stone, is sung by Cyndi Lauper and has already reached the top 10 in England. Tycoon has been translated by Tim Rice, the author of Evita and Jesus Christ, Superstar. Twelve of its songs were recently released as an album in England, sung by the likes of Tom Jones, Nina Hagen, Ronnie Spector and Peter Kingsbery. The potential rewards are great, but nonetheless it is a painful thing for a lyricist to entrust his words to others.

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In this remarkable November, with Sand et les romantiques playingat the Paris Opera, La Legende de Jimmy set to open in Montreal, and negotiations continuing toward a possible production of Tycoon in London's West End next year, Plamondon can hardly keep his hands on everything.

Of all these projects, Tycoon seems to excite him the most. It's hard for English-speakers to grasp, but the dominance of English pop music is so total that writers in other languages feel that they are missing the party. Even if their own party includes 60 million French speakers. "If you don't sing in English," says Plamondon disconsolately, "you can only sing in your own country."

Enter Tim Rice.

It was in 1988 that Rice, on the advice of a friend, went to see Starmania, then the hit of Paris. "It's not easy to hear rock lyrics in another language," he recalls over the phone from London, "but I could look around and see what was happening to the audience. They were ecstatic."

Rice's hit shows, written before his rupture with Lloyd Webber, are in the past now. On his own he did Chess, which did not succeed. Suddenly, he found himself looking at "a dynamic show with an amazing number of strong songs."

Plamondon was, to put it mildly, flattered by Rice's proposal to translate the show. He hesitated when told that the title Starmania would sound banal in English, but acceded to the change to Tycoon. And as a lyricist, he understood that Rice could not translate word-for-word into English. Musically, it can't work. "Of course he re-conceived the songs and put his own mark on them," says Plamondon. "I was honoured by that." And he is tickled that the project has at least got Rice and Lloyd Webber having lunch together.

But there is one more problem. English-language pop, for a number of reasons which mostly read "American," is homogenized and timid beside French music. Plamondon, who once wrote a sardonic song called Disneyland, knows it. He has watched his friend Celine Dion agree to sing a monotonous range of songs ("love, love, love, it's all so standardized") as the price of breaking into the American market. By contrast, she recently recorded an album of Plamondon songs whose titanic display of voice and passion eclipses her English albums altogether. "I hope the people who like her in English once in a while will listen to her in French," he says wistfully.

He expresses no such reservations about Tycoon, of course. But listening to the album, I couldn't help but notice that Rice had deleted the bits he didn't think an English-speaking audience would listen to: the sex symbol doesn't talk about men masturbating on her photograph, for example; and the businessman who wants to be an artist seems to have lost his poetic edge.

And Rice is also concerned about the story being set in the future. "Our scene is not very kind to shows set in the future," he says nervously. "We've got to make sure we get it right."

Getting it right, making it work may mean losing what makes Plamondon Plamondon. The song of Monopolis, from Starmania, foreshadows a world where there is no room for different voices:

From New York to Tokyo / Same thing everywhere / We take the same metro / To the same empty square / Single file, right there / Who can think of the sun / When the neon flares / And the radio blares / And we all dance the same / Day is gray, night is blue

But in the end it will not really matter what happens to Plamondon in English. The essence of what he is and does happens in French.

#starmania canon #luc plamondon #tim rice #tycoon #meta #in the press

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siyeonjisoo · 2 years

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Seeing MCR in concert has been something I dreamed about when I first found the band in 2006/7 (It was some time in that school year, 5th grade). My mom would listen to the Welcome to the Black Parade album in the car and the song Blood played once and I knew I was hooked on them for life. But I was too young to get to see them whenever they toured. They would go to places too far away to go to shows with my mom who liked them. And on dates that didn’t work for my other mom to go with me, even though she didn’t like them. (Yes, I have 2 moms. One is into the emo scene and has the biggest crush on Amy Lee. The other is a country music head but able to chaperon me to events as a kid.) So I waited and waited until the day I would be an adult and they would still be touring and I could finally see them! And then, one spring day in my junior year of high school, they announced they were disbanding. And until very recently, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would never see them live. When they announced this current tour, the tickets sold out before I could get tickets. And then the tour kept getting postponed with Covid so I thought it would eventually get canceled. But then, a miracle happened. It didn’t get canceled. And I was able to buy a resale ticket. A dream quite literally 16+ years in the making got to come true last night. And what a dream it was.

For the openers, we had different bands than the night before, apparently. Homeless Gospel Choir was up first. I wasn’t really into them, their lyrics were pretty basic and repetitive, though, so they got people singing along pretty easily. I also disapprove of the image they had up on the screens during their performance, it included a modified version of a racist flag that made me cringe. And they introduced like 3 out of 4 songs they played as “this is a protest song!” and the one they didn’t was a love song. Coolest thing that happened was they brought out Frank Iero to sing one of these protest songs with them and DUDE HE IS SO SMOL. People told me this but he is for real so much tinier than I thought.

Next up was Midtown. I am loosely familiar with their music so it was kinda cool to see them. I hadn’t done any research into who was opening before they came on stage so both of these groups were a complete surprise for me. The singer kept teasing about how his kids were in the crowd and he was trying to find them. They were in my section at the time (left after they finished their set) and screaming their heads off to get his attention and he still couldn’t find them until the folks in the pit noticed them and all pointed. And then he monologed a bit about how “we didn’t wanna come on this tour because now our kids are gonna think we’re cool”. They seem like fun and chill folks to be in a band fandom for. They also got the crowd to crouch down to jump on the beat and there were like 20 people resolutely standing there straight-faced and not even looking around, still standing up in the middle of this otherwise crouched down pit which was kinda awkward looking.

And then. Then it was time. See, I knew that Gerard had dressed up in one of their lil fits the previous night so I was worried I wouldn’t get a fun outfit but the glittery gold suit jacket? Was perfect. I probably would have combusted if I had gotten an outfit that showed off his legs so that is for the better. I was in a solid side-view position but perfectly even with where they would all stand if they came to the edges of the stage so I got very clear views of their profiles. Also, my phone is rude and takes really high quality while zoomed all the way in videos but potato quality pictures? I do not understand and need someone better with cameras/phones to help me see if that’s a settings thing I can fix.....

I started to hyperventilate a bit and cry when they came on stage and started Foundations. That was time for tears number one of the night but nowhere near the last. I’d brought my Dreamcatcher lightstick and set it to white, hoping to match to the colors of the stage lighting as best I could throughout the show, but the person standing next to me complained that the white was too bright and the only color they were okay with was the blue so I had a blue light over in section 17 the whole show, showing off my attempts at wotagei cuz I am nothing if not idol trash. Emo to Kpop pipeline baby!

I was on the side of the stage where Frank and Mikey usually hang out and Mikey kept walking over to the stairs to get onto the stage to try and interact with our section. It was blocked by equipment on the stage for everyone else, I think, so it was like a personal show lmao. That man is more attractive than it is fair.......that or I just generally have a thing for bassists....Either way, he is very nice to look at lmao.

The setlist has been different for every show so the only guaranteed thing that I knew was the first song would be Foundations of Decay. I was really hoping for a few Danger Days songs because that’s my favorite album. So getting Na Na Na, Summertime, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/, and Planetary (GO!) on this setlist was everything my heart could have asked for. I cried all through Summertime because I think that’s like in my top 3 favorite MCR songs. I screamed my heart out all through House of Wolves. Something about that song makes me wish I could do metal screaming vocals, I don’t know why.

I read that this was the first time that Planetary (GO!) was performed since 2012 which was awesome! That song is such a perfect pump-up song, one of my go-tos when I need to physically pump myself up. I’m certain that every single person in that stadium was jumping during the chorus and it was so beautiful.

I cried again during Welcome to the Black Parade (obviously) and Skylines and Turnstiles. These are the two most iconic MCR songs I think. I would give my firstborn to be able to experience listening to either of these songs again for the first time. And that experience pales to what it felt like live. If there is any song that the whole crowd knows all the words to, it's gotta be Black Parade and I just felt so at home and hugged by the voices of everyone who was there. It was indescribably wonderful. And Skylines and Turnstiles was much the same. I felt a connectedness to everyone there and the members on stage.

Bury Me In Black was I think the only song I don’t know the words to at all so I took a video of part of it. I tried to zoom in on close enough to be able to see Ray cuz he didn’t move around at all, he stuck on his side of the stage. But he stepped backward and I couldn’t see him anymore but then Mikey kept walking out of frame and then JUMPING back in. Quite literally.

It all happened in such a blur that I barely remember anything that Gerard said in their comments to the crowd but here are a few things I do remember. During I wanna say Helena? Someone in the pit threw a still half-full can of beer on the stage and it almost hit Gerard’s little tech set-up and he was very cutely complaining about it after the fact. And then, apparently, Kerang put out a review of their Riot Fest show that has since been edited to not include a diss at how MCR kept pausing their set to tell the crowd to back up and how it was “ruining the flow” of their set. Which Gerard had, apparently, read before this got removed from the article so they had a little moment of “someone said we don’t have any flow” and OMG this is the most New Jersey I have ever heard them sound. Like they don’t have much of an accent beyond generic north east atlantic I think but he sounded full NJ and it was the funniest.

Frank’s full family was in attendance it seems. We spotted his dad before the show started and then his wife and kids were in the backstage area that was next to my section so we could see them. His kids came out in front of the stage (between stage and barricade) to watch for a few songs and one of them was filming on their phone and good lord that’s the best fancam video from the tour, I’m certain, but we will never get to see it unless Frank posts it himself. They were very enthusiastically enjoying the music and when Frank saw them, he looked really happy too. It was sweet and made me glad I was on the side where I was to see that.

His kids went backstage again and the whole band left the stage for a minute or two. I thought about sitting at this point until they came back but by the time I’d decided to, they were coming back. They seriously played 17 songs with minimal breaks between songs and then were off stage for just a few minutes. The stamina these guys all have is amazing. They came back with Vampires Will Never Hurt You which is one of the songs that makes me go ABSOLUTELY crazy. Any energy I physically had left was exerted in this song. I was really hoping (even though I doubted it) that they would play Vampire Money right after that but instead, we got a super rare edition COVER. It was a cover of the Sid Vicious cover of Frank Sinatra’s My Way. My body recognized it but it took until the chorus for my brain to realize it at which point the glitzy gold suit made sense.

This concert felt like a love letter to NJ. I think I saw someone else say that on TikTok and I agree wholeheartedly. I’m never more happy and grateful and proud to be from NJ than when we talk about the musicians that are from here. Coincidentally, so many of my favorites come from here and I’m very grateful for that fact.

After My Way, the show was over. I stumbled out of the venue and started hyperventilating on the way back to Penn Station. To the random person who stopped me to compliment my shirt, you don’t know this but I think you helped pull me back to reality just enough to keep from having a panic attack on the middle of the streets in Newark so thank you very very much. Didn’t need my map to get to Penn cuz pretty much the whole stadium was going there too which prompted a person there to say the funniest thing of the night when I walked past them “Oh my gosh, it’s a horde of emos coming at me!”. Made me laugh really hard.

All in all, this was a truly magical time. I think this is as close to a religious experience as my atheist ass is ever gonna get. I am so fucking glad they decided to come back and tour again. I am even more fucking glad I got a ticket to see them. I cried at least eight times that day - before, during, and after the show. And I’m crying again now thinking about it. Shoutout to me back in 06, be glad your mom’s got good taste and shares it with you! I’m now even more excited for WWYF when I get to see them again!!

#mcr #my chrmical romance #newark day 2 #concert write up #ori does thing's

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caitiesith · 2 years

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Top 10 Blorbos

Dearest @akinari-kashihara asked me to talk about my top ten blorbos, so it's time for me to dust off the Tumblr and immediately have some regrets.

10. Kyoya from Ouran High School Host Club

J. Michael Tatum is a PROBLEM for me. Dark hair edgy boi, would kill, serious dubcon/noncon energy, screw the rules I have money.

9. Impmon/Beelzemon

They're both the same people, one is just brat mode and the other is his biker boi greyscale Tinder profile mode. I love them both too much. They hit all the boxes for men I love:

Have killed before and will kill again

Strong likelihood to murder me and then feel bad about it

Big emo feelings

Fluffy hair

Cute/hot voices respectively (badaboom Impmon is cute but please no badaboom in the bedroom)

Literal rat bastard men

Leather. Yes.

Bitey

Motorbikes and guns. YES.

WINGS WINGS WINGS

yes I am in the monsterfucker club

8. Xiao from Genshin Impact

Angsty demon boi with chronic pain, a lengthy legacy of doing lots of murders very well, an eating disorder, no self-esteem. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I don't care who you ship him with - Venti is a fav, but Lumine/Aether/Albedo/Zhongli/anyone is good)

7. Shadow the Hedgehog

Edgy hedgy with a gun, a tendency for martyrdom, and murder in his heart. My type was set from a young age.

Do I want to fuck the hedgehog man? No. But I do think he and his blue rival should smooch.

6. Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance

SOFT SAD QUEER BOI WITH PROBLEMS AND LONG HAIR AND A SUPER CUTE ACCENT

5. Sebastian Michaelis

Pretty hair hot accent murder in his heart and definitely bi. Could never be into me but that's honestly not what this list is about. The pattern continues.

J. Michael Tatum is a PROBLEM for me. Dark hair edgy boi, would kill, serious dubcon/noncon energy, screw the rules I have money.

4. The Tenth Doctor

Cute accent, soft fluffy hair, manic energy, angst like whoa, has killed before would kill again, desperately pining for his beyond-saving rival and childhood bestie, 10/10 love this bi disaster.

3. John Reese and Root - Person of Interest

Disaster bi John Reese is absolutely convinced he's straight and this is hilarious to everyone else in the room, and everyone watching him. He's a mess. Such murder in his heart, and such sad boy energy.

Can't mention the Person of Interest leading m/m couple without the equally iconic f/f couple that is Shaw and Root. GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Two ladies with murder in their heart and lust clawing inside of their ribs.

Person of Interest is an amazing show with lots of topical storytelling but what matters most to me is its unmatched raw queer power.

2. Unknown from Mystic Messenger

I could talk about how much I adore Zen, good boy with a motorbike and soft long hair and painful self-awareness. Or I could talk about 707, disaster cross-dressing depressed hacker extraordinaire, so many problems, so much aching awareness of what lies beyond the fourth wall. But all roads would eventually lead to Unknown: a broken shell of a man whose affection could turn to violence at any moment, whose middle name might as well be dubcon, with a tragic past and problem a tragic future. He is my type. There's no denying it.

1. Xue Yang

He's here. My love. My beloved. My hyperfixation. XUE YANG, EVERYBODY.

He is. A mess. I love him. SO MUCH. He is a trashy bastard man and I love him. He would absolutely canonically fuck your mum but hello I am RIGHT HERE.

I have spent so many words on this man that none are left in my brain for this post. Please, sir, stab me. You don't even have to feel bad about it after it's fine.

#xue yang #mdzs #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #person of interest #poi #mysme #unknown #shaw #root #shaw/root

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2022 Serie A Preview: Udinese

Last Year's Finish: 12th

Predicted Finish: 11th

Odds of Winning Serie A: 750 to 1 via OddsChecker

Prospects:

In recent years, Udinese fans have become increasingly frustrated with their owners, the Pozzo family, feeling they put more of their focus and resources into EPL side, Watford. Truth is, they probably do. Hilariously enough, following Watford's relegation from the Premier League, the Friulani are again their highest-profile club, but are still ultimately a scouting and selling side content with mid-table safety. The days of Udinese qualifying for Europe seem to be gone, as there’s a distinct lack of stability at the club's management level.

Last season coach Luca Gotti was fired in December and replaced by his assistant Gabriele Cioffi, who in turn has now moved on to Verona. In comes Andrea Sottil, a former defender who is still beloved in these parts, but in his first ever Serie A management role.

As ever, the big names have been sold at huge profits, like Nahuel Molina’s move to Atletico Madrid, while few expect Gerard Deulofeu or Destiny Udogie to hang around for long. At the very least, Udinese did receive some good news when Nehuen Perez made his loan move permanent and Roberto Pereyra should be more of a key figure after shaking off his injury woes, but the target remains Serie A survival and little else

Transfers:

Not much, but what has been done isn't exactly great. Nahuel Molina is going to Atletico, Stryger Larson to Trabzonspor, and Coulibably (not that one) left to Salernitana. Left-back Destiny Udogie made the leap from Hellas, but he won't be long for this club that treats talent as a commodity. He'll be gone by next year, and they'll get considerably more than the $18.7 million they paid for him. Most importantly, Gerard Deulofeu is a constant source of transfer conjecture and rumor and he isn't long for the side; best suited for a mid-table EPL or La Liga side if we are being honest.

One To Watch:

Deulofeu. The Spaniard has found a new lease of life in Udine and had seemed for much of the summer close to a Napoli move. It hasn't panned out for one reason or another, but Deulofeu is pretty much gone by January. For Udinese? That would suck. You can understate how much of a loss it would be as the 28-year-old scored 13 goals in 34 Serie A appearances last season, and is one of the few truly exciting figures in the squad who can create something out of nothing and get the fans on their feet. Either as a centre-forward or in a supporting role for Beto, Deulofeu is the creative spark, the talisman and the only person on the team currently worth spending money to buy a ticket to watch. For that reason, the notoriously money-hungry Pozzo family will probably sell him below-value and preach to their fans that they were doing it to "re-invest in the squad" while continuing to finish 11th or 12th. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Outlook:

They're in the sweet spot of mediocrity. Not bad enough to go down, but not good enough to really compete for European competition. They'll be competitive and perhaps get a few shocking wins, they'll build up the transfer value of some of their stars, and then inevitably sell one of those stars to Juventus, Napoli or Atalanta when they're close to challenging for a European competition spot in January. It's gospel.

#udinese #gerard deulofeu #serie a preview #serie a #calcio

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