#I never had a comic book phase but when I was an emo band nerd obsessed w mcr in high school I bought and read all of Gerard ways comics

[cantofworms]

To me karl dislikers are the same as dream antis; you just don't like him as a person, and that's okay. Why are you obsessing over someone you don't like? If you don't like them, just don't pay attention to them. It's wierd.

+"karl hasn't positively interacted with him!" Means NOTHING. Like, yeah, bad also hadnt "positively interacted with him" until like vidcon BECAUSE ITS WEIRD TO TALK ABOUT OTHER CCs! Like you just don't talk about other ccs unless you're telling a story or something! And dream just doesn't really post anything that's "reactable" like it's just so nothingburger it's wild what people can misconstrue. And so pointless

On a more positive note! I am OVER THE WALL about the comic!!! I am so happy to see it and one day own it/them! And im happy for karl that he got to live out what i can imagine being a fantasy for him with the cartoon nerd he is! + banter lives on + kwt are friends + karl is a cutie + ratio

BASED i love u anon🫶🏻

[transmascfrankiero]

okay so this should actually say convention center HILTON lobby sorry my bad

i was 14, attending comic con with my mom, my best friend at the time, and her mom. bestie and i were both balls deep in our mach one emo phase and while we both LOVED mcr they were more my band than hers. (she was more into patd and wanted ryan ross to raw her in the WORST way.) anyway after a long day or getting body checked by unwashed adult male nerds in the convention halls, we snuck out of our room after our moms fell asleep and got up to Shenanigans because we were unsupervised in a hotel for the first time in our sheltered lives. we got wired on coke zero and sour skittles purchased from the hall vending machine and just ran around the hotel, which was not out of place behavior because there were all sorts of people also just kinda wandering, in and out of cosplay, drinking and playing nintendo and stuff

eventually we had to pee but we didn’t want to go back to our room because our moms would wake up and we’d be Busted because we probably weren’t supposed to galavant around in the wee hours of the morning by ourselves lmao so we went to the lobby instead, walked around a corner and WHAM there was my biggest hero and adolescent object of affection, holding a disposable coffee cup and sitting cross-legged in an armchair, talking to a small group of other people sitting normally on other padded fancy hotel furnishings about i can’t even remember what because my entire nervous system was busy shutting down (probably comic books if i had to take a stab)

literally froze in place. i think i stopped breathing. my best friend didn’t see him at first and thought i was having a caffeine induced panic attack until i sort of mutely gestured and she finally spotted him and dragged me back around the corner to have a Mutual Silent Meltdown. it never occurred to us that he might be just around??? hanging out??? especially not at Fucking Three in the Morning or whatever stupid time. i was like. adamant that i didn’t want to go out there because i was so Mortified by the possibility Gerard Arthur Way would acknowledge my unworthy existence somehow. but the bathrooms were on the other side of the lobby and my bladder was about to explode so it was either Traverse the Unknown or pee my pants right there, and the only thing worse than gerard seeing me at all was gerard seeing me Post Pants Pissing, so we psyched each other up like we were gonna run out on the field at homecoming or something and went back out

i was so hyper aware of where he was sitting that the instant i rounded the corner again my focus locked onto that spot like a guided fuckin missile, and at that same moment he happened to look up, and we made Full Eye Contact. i panicked even more than previously. you could have roasted a marshmallow on my face. my pleas for death on the spot went unanswered by god or any other deity. gerard, no doubt accepting the Starstruck and Terrified look on my face as par for the course when spotted by teenage girls dressed for a funeral despite it being at least 80 degrees out, did the thing where he widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows but didn’t actually smile, and gave a sort of awkward little wave with his coffee cup. i waved back. he returned to his conversation, and i all but sprinted into the bathroom with my best friend, where we Flipped the Fuck Out complete with hushed screaming and jumping around grabbing each other

when we came out again he and the people he was talking to were walking off to the patio. idk if he left after that night but we didn’t see him again the rest of the weekend and i rode that high for WEEKS, the end

OH THESE ASKS REMIND ME I GOTTA TELL YOU many moons ago i ran into gerard in the lobby of the san diego convention center comic con at like. three in the morning and it was Weird for both of us

HELLO??? did you throw up i would have Fully Puked like WHY was he up that late at comicon?? why were YOU?? did you talk to him?? i would have like turned around and Bolted idk if i could handle actually seeing him in a context where i'm not like Prepared and had time to psych myself up what the FUCK dude