InsaneJournal

Current mood:	awake
Current music:	my chemical romance - famous last words
Entry tags:	frank is hot and also tiny, gerard way saves lives, my chemcial romance, picspam

i'm not okay.
We got tipped out at the coffee shop today, and I may have spent a good third of my meagre earnings on a My Chemical Romance poster, like the thirteen year-old girl I secretly am.

It's just. I love My Chemical Romance. Love. They are beautiful and angry and honest and I want to take all of them home with me.

But. If we assume for a moment that I didn't already love them like burning, well. It only would've been a matter of time, because I would've had no defence whatsoever against The Black Parade.



Dude. MARCHING BAND UNIFORMS.

I have a bullet-proof kink regarding flak jackets. No, really. It's die-hard.

I really enjoy bandom fics set on tour, or fics where the characters spend large amounts of time in their van/on their bus, and that's nothing but self-indulgent nostalgia. They remind me of the years I wasted tooling around the Great American Countryside with all my worldly possessions in a duffel bag and a snare drum for a pillow. I miss that. I miss everything about it. Well, almost everything -- I don't miss the way a charter bus bathroom can stink so effortlessly, and I don't miss living off Doritos and Cup-O-Noodle -- but my point remains. And now I have pictures of one of my most favourite bands ever wearing single side-stripe pants and flak jackets.

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Here, have a picture of Gerard Way with his hand down his pants:



Also, this is what Gerard looks like with his tongue in Frank Iero's mouth:



Or, we could talk about that time Frank humped Gerard's face.



While I have you here, I threw my name in the hat at the Feedback Meme.