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cuccoway · 16 days

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This song has been on repeat all day, but like SPECIFICALLY the part where it goes like

“TO GET BACK IN HER RARARMMSSS”

like gerard hits that hard r and its great

#my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #mikey way #frank iero #ray toro #mcr5 #the b sides #my way home is through you #Spotify

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sister-2-sleep · 4 months

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You know when Gerard does the bark/growl thing in My Way Home Is Through You. I love that

#please let someone know what I'm talking about #i love that shit #my chemical romance #mcr #mcr5 #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #my way home is through you

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glittergroovy · 3 months

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My Way Home Is Through You - MCR

#for light mode #my chemical romance #gif warning #mcr lyrics #mcr #glitter text #lyrics #my way home is through you #album: the black parade #purple #bloggif.com #45px #book antiqua bold italic #book antiqua font #they're gonna medicate your lives #flashing lights

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saintmichale · 11 months

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Tragic affair is available now 🖤 awake and unafraid

#mcr #tragic affair #mcr eras zine #the black parade #my way home is through you #my chemical romance #gerard way #my chem #my art #digital art

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black-parade-bsides-daily · 7 days

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Word: 5/?? Song: My Way Home Is Through You

#my chemical romance #the black parade #the black parade b sides #my way home is through you

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fuckingwhateverdude · 1 year

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my way home is through you

#does this hit i literally cant tell #the song does regardless but-#my art #my art tag #mcr #mcr art #my way home is through you #my chemical romance #collage #collage art #mixed media #mixed medium #the black parade

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future-crab · 1 year

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Sorry I can’t I’ve got plans. Yeah I’m gonna take off all my skin, tear apart all of my insides. You know how it goes.

#mcr #my way home is through you #mcr shitpost #my chemical romance #the black parade

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halloween-holly-leaves · 16 days

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Reasons why My Way Home Is Through You represents HOLLYLEAF WARRIORS!!!!!

PLZ READ IF U CAN!!! THIS TOOK ME A LOT OF TIME, EFFORT, AND THOUGHT!!! /NF!!

WARRIORS SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Gonna take off all my skin

Tear apart all of my insides

When they rifle in

Mom and Dad think you'll be saved

This paragraph could refer to Hollyleaf's depression, loneliness, and insanity. Her anger and sadness could lead her to feel this way (Gonna take off all my skin / Tear apart all of my insides). "Mom and Dad think you'll be saved" refers to Hollyleaf finding out Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight weren't her parents, saying that they (specifically Squirrelflight) cannot redeem themselves for their lying, secrecy, and betrayal.

They never had the time

They gonna medicate your lives

You were always born a crime

We salute you in your grave

This whole paragraph refers to all of her parental trauma. "You were always born a crime" refers to how she is biologically half-clan. Her dedication to the warrior code makes her feel like a fraud after finding this out, or, as MCR would say it, she feels her existence is a 'crime' against the code. "We salute you in your grave" is sarcasm in this sense. "In your grave" is speaking to how Hollyleaf's parents are dead to her after she finds out it was all a ruse. "We salute you" is sarcasm, saying that Squirrelflight thinks lying to her "child" was smart, but really gave her trauma, and the lyric line is referring to how Hollyleaf could never forgive Squirrelflight for that.

Can't find my way home

This line refers to how she ran away to the tunnels and lost herself in her feelings and insanity. She feels she can't find the feeling in her heart to ever want to go back to ThunderClan because of all that has happened to her there.

But it's through you and I know

Hollyleaf would need to work out her feelings with her parents, her siblings, the prophecy, everything. She needs to process her trauma before she can ever go back.

What I'll do

Just to get back in her arms

Hollyleaf desperately wants to go back to childhood when she was happy and believed the lies in bliss. She just wants joy again, and not the guilt of the murder of Ashfur or the anger and hatred she now has toward her parents. "Her arms" is referring to Squirrelflight's "motherly" love that she enjoyed before finding out it was all fake.

Can't find the way

Can't find the way yay yay yay yay

Hollyleaf could never find it in her heart to ever return to ThunderClan, let alone forgive her parents or the prophecy. She was led to believe throughout her life that she was the third cat in the prophecy, and she was a pureblood ThunderClan cat with her two "loving parents". She could never begin to forgive anyone for the lies fed to her that she believed.

C'mon, Angel, don't you cry

Hollyleaf tries to stay strong and believe that she has made the right choices and that it was never her fault. But deep down in her heart, her TRUE belief is that she brought this all upon herself because of her actions, and that she doesn't deserve to cry, because that would make her selfish, unworthy, and weak. All she truly wants is love, acceptance, calmness, and happiness.

TYSM FOR READING!!!! THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I LOVE YAPPING ABT HOLLYLEAF YAY

(also these are not all of the lyrics, I felt some of them didn't completely agree with her character and/or I couldn't really explain how it did agree with her well.)

#a little bit of self-projection or wutevr but yeah...😼/nav/silly #hey guys can you tell i really like hollyleaf #wc hollyleaf #warriors hollyleaf #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats #wc #my chemical romance #my way home is through you #yapping

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theinternetisaweboflies · 3 months

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Gates to Heck Chapter Five

Teru had been trudging along the raised bunds of the rice paddy for what felt like at least a half a kilometer, but the fields that stretched out ahead of him seemed infinite. The only light came from the stars overhead, which were shining brightly without the city’s light pollution. He must have teleported all the way to Furikake Village, the agricultural municipality north of Seasoning City, near the border of Flavor Prefecture.

“Good evening, Kaijin,” the voice came from directly behind him, “or should I say Hanazawa-kun?”

Teru whipped around to see a man standing a couple of bunds down, his feet dry, and his smile ominous.

“Your aura was too depleted to track until now. I only felt it for a moment, but I would know it anywhere. Do you really not recognize me?”

Teru laughed because he really hadn't until then. Final Dog had been the last target in his anti-terrorist speedrun, and by the night he confronted them, he was running on nothing but fumes and canned coffee. There had been too many auras swirling together into a rat king of raw energy for Teru to recognize one he hadn’t encountered since he was ten years old.

"Well, to be entirely fair, my head was in a bucket for most of our introduction,” said Teru.

Teru hadn't learned how to waterboard someone from Saturday morning anime. He had learned it the hard way, in his own cramped apartment bathroom, while a man who called himself Shiro-san asked Teru if he knew any other espers.

Shiro-san didn't believe him when he said no.

Shiro-san hadn’t been part of the Fab Five or even the Seventh Division’s upper echelon. He was just some unscarred member of middle-management that Teru had never seen again.

“You bailed before the Seventh Division went down, huh?” asked Teru. “Did you get fired, or did you just feel like they couldn’t help you reach your full potential as a sadistic asshole?”

“I could see the writing on the wall,” said Shiro-san.

“Pretty sure that was blood,” said Teru, inspecting his chipped nail polish.

“The Seventh Division’s leadership was too weak,” said Shiro-san. “Ishiguro couldn't even put a brat like you in timeout.”

Teru didn’t think he could talk his way out of this one. He wasn’t Reigen. He just needed to keep Shiro-san talking long enough to come up with a plan. There was no way he had enough energy for another teleport. He was pretty sure if he tried to put up a barrier right now it would be about as strong as a Pringle.

Teru had been in better shape when he was ten years old, and he’d still lost that fight.

Shiro-san had used Teru’s own T-shirt and bath bucket to waterboard him. He hung Teru by his ankles with telekinesis, pulled the collar of his Sailor Moon T-shirt down (or up, from Teru’s point of view) until it covered his nose, and doused his face with water.

It went up his nose. Teru let out a reflexive gasp and let in even more water. It felt like he’d inhaled hydrochloric acid instead. Everything between his nasal cavity and his lungs was searing with a pain unlike he had ever experienced.

The third time Shiro-san pulled back the T-shirt for an interrogation break, Teru had bitten down as hard as he could. Shiro-san had been using his hands, because his powers were occupied with the restraints, and he wasn’t a skilled enough esper to multitask. Teru tasted blood before he had to unclench and hack it up, along with what felt like a liter of water.

Shiro-san released him. Teru lashed out with an uncoordinated blast of energy and bugged the fuck out of there, booking it to his closest bolthole. He didn’t go back to his apartment for over a month.

“I seem to recall giving you some trouble too,” said Teru.

Shiro-san flipped him off, and Teru saw the stump of an index finger that he had bitten in half four years ago.

He hadn’t been able to eat raw carrots for years after that. Thank god for broccoli or Teru would probably have scurvy by now.

Teru laughed airily. “Final Dog’s leadership doesn’t seem to be much of an improvement.”

Shiro-san did not laugh. He clicked his tongue in a way that suggested he had been involved in Final Dog’s leadership. “Well, you know what they say: Third time’s the charm.”

“So that’s when I’ll stop you for good?”

Now he laughed. “What makes you think you’ll live that long?”

So much for keeping him talking.

“I would have killed you already,” said Shiro-san, “but I think you deserve to suffer a little bit first.”

“Is this like a kink of yours?”

“I don’t want to waste time with your government watchdog sniffing around for me,” said Shiro-san. “So the question is: How to hurt you as much as possible in the least amount of time?”

Teru could already feel his heart rate ramp up at the simple implication that there might be something worse than waterboarding. He tried to mitigate the panic by taking deep breaths. While he still could.

“I think it would only be fair if you lost at least a finger,” said Shiro-san. “but I know from experience that adrenaline numbs the pain, and you won’t be alive long enough for it to wear off.”

“Are you still hung up on that?” asked Teru. “Sorry. I thought you were jealous of the Scars.”

Shiro-san snapped his fingers, or what was left of them. “I’ve got it! I’ll tell you a story.”

“Why don’t we ta- Huh?”

Teru couldn’t believe it. Shiro-san was actually going to do a villain monologue. Probably about his tragic backstory.

“I’m going to tell you a story about a little boy and a big organization.”

Shiro san gestured when he talked, but it was always with his right hand, like he was trying to draw attention to the missing finger. It was a cheap intimidation tactic that probably worked better on someone who hadn’t bitten it off.

“The organization was looking for psychics. This was before they had to keep a low profile, so they could recruit publicly. They put up flyers and went door to door, inviting people to join their noble cause. They didn’t find many psychics that way, but even normies could prove useful with a little… help. One day, they knocked on the door of a very nice couple with a very naughty son.”

The panic had gone, or at least it had gone somewhere far away. Everything seemed very far away, even Shiro-san, who was still talking.

“The couple didn’t care much about the organization’s agenda, but they were interested in its psychic training program. The couple ended up changing their minds, but by then the little boy had caught the organization’s attention.”

Sometimes Teru wondered how Claw found out about him, but he had always assumed it was his fault. After all, Shigeo slipped under their radar by barely using his powers. It was Teru’s dependence on his powers for everything from skipping rope to making friends that had attracted the attention of the terrorists who targeted him for most of his formative years. That was what he got for showing off.

It made sense.

So did Shiro-san’s story.

Shiro-san clapped his hands. “Okay! Looks like that did the trick. Goodbye, Hanazawa-kun.”

Teru’s feet were pulled out from under him. He tried to catch himself, but his arms were pinned tightly to his side by psychic restraints that he was still too weak to break.

He couldn’t go through this again. It was still the most painful thing he had ever experienced, his second-most recurring nightmare after choking out Shigeo. Teru still couldn’t shower for more than fifteen minutes without having to do some serious breathing exercises afterwards, which would have torpedoed his haircare routine if it weren’t for leave-in conditioner.

Teru had attempted to replicate Shiro-san’s torture technique when he helped Shigeo storm Claw’s Seventh Division to save Outoto-kun.

An eye for an eye. That was what Teru told himself, but he hadn’t been able to go through with it. He ended up dunking Terada’s head in a bucket a couple of times, never for more than a few seconds, and never with a cloth over his face. Terada had been able to hold his breath. It was still torture, but it wasn’t waterboarding.

It was, however, a much faster way to kill someone if that was the desired result.

It was also easier to keep your hands clear if they happened to be a biter.

Shiro-san lowered Teru face first into the dirty water of the rice paddy. Teru tried to turn his head, but no matter how much he craned his neck, the water still covered his mouth. This time there were no questions. There was no reprieve. The water was less than ten centimeters deep, and Teru was going to drown in it.

#not sure how i feel about this chapter #but you can't have comfort without the hurt #cw waterboarding #btw my playlist for these last two chapters was #my way home is through you #by mcr #on repeat #mp100 #terumob #terumob fanfic #mp100 fanfic

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v4mp1r1c3-m1k3y · 4 months

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dude i love every song from the mad gear and missile kid ep, and i love my way home is through you

#mcr #mcr posting #my chemical fucking romance #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my way home is through you #mad gear and missile kid

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pyromaniac9 · 3 months

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#my chemical romance #mcr #songs #my chemical romance songs #mcr songs #spotify #favorite songs #the end #dead #the sharpest lives #i don't love you #im not okay i promise #headfirst for halos #heaven help us #my way home is through you #kill all your friends

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gh0stfaquerie · 7 months

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is it just me or is my way home is through you like so underrated because like that song slaps so unbelievably hard and I feel like I never hear people talking about it

#this is probably just me #justice for my way home is through you #mcr #my chemical romance #my way home is through you

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sonperior · 2 years

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