#gerard skull makeup

[theautismcorner]

I cannot look at pictures of Gerard in skull makeup without immediately thinking of Ghost,; this picture specifically reminds me of young Papa Nihil

[squaric-acid]

Rewatching PotO (2004) in 2024

~ A needless commentary. Please note that I first watched this movie seven years ago, in 2017. ~

I like the Wizard of Oz thing they do by having the prologue scene in black and white.

Is the Madam Giry in the prologue supposed to be Meg or her mother, it is unclear.

The costumes are decidedly not bad for a piece of historical fiction made in the early 2000’s.

I adore the chaos and attention to detail of the establishing shots of the Opera Populaire during a rehearsal.

All the costumes in this movie are good except for Christine’s during Point of No Return, like what the fuck was that.

I like that Raoul is introduced in person during the rehearsal scene and that Christine gives us some background on their relationship. Her saying they were childhood sweethearts makes the set up of their love story stronger, like they both obviously still harbored feelings for each other during the interim of their childhood and the events of PotO. In the stage production this is less obvious.

Was it really necessary to have the new managers make lecherous comments about Meg and Christine?

Emmy Rossum is very stiff during Think of Me, in contrast to the scene of her dancing just prior where she is very expressive. I’m not sure what to make of this, it’s only an observation. I want her earrings from this scene though.

The Phantom’s lack of a hat makes his head look small and Gerard Butler does not have a small head.

You can tell that the theatre they are in isn’t actually very big.

The dubbing does not sync well to the mouths of the actors.

Meg Giry is adorable.

Christine’s dress during Think of Me looks suspiciously like a wedding dress.

How can you not ship Christine and Raoul in this movie? They’re so cute together.

Not the slow-mo of the candles blowing out.

The arms holding the candelabra are weird, like icky weird, and remind me of the Haunted Mansion.

I do have to admit that Gerard Butler in that cape is really something, he does look good as the Phantom, even without the hat during Phantom of the Opera. I appreciate the electric guitar during that scene too.

It’s not subtle that they used the same archway more than once. And what happens to the horse, where did he go?

Erik’s lair really gives Pirates of the Caribbean ride vibes.

Was the dramatic cape removal necessary?

Why does he just leave her sitting in the boat?

RAMIN KARIMLOO WAS GUSTAVE DAAÉ?!?!!!! And I was supposed to find about this on my own?!?!

Gerard Butler as the Phantom is peak early 2000’s pathetic sad boy.

The dubbing continues to be bad which really impedes the impact of Music of the Night. The blocking isn’t bad though so I’ll focus on that.

Bro, not the mannequin! And the way he sets her in the swan? Hilariously creepy.

The scene of Meg discovering the passage behind the mirror is so interesting to me. What a great piece of character exploration! I wonder how much this version of Meg knows about the Phantom and inner workings of the opera house, surely she isn’t blind to her mother’s association with the Opera Ghost.

Madam Giry demonstrating the use of lasso was a girl boss moment.

How on earth did he not feel Christine prying at the mask?

I wish they would’ve used more drastic makeup and prosthesis for the Phantom’s deformity. Or at least let the camera focus on it for a tiny bit longer. We get basically nothing of it in this scene.

I forgot that they cut back to the black and white of the prologue (a continuation of it).

Just how much is 20,000 francs in 1870 worth today?

Those skull wax seals are cool.

Was the mooning of Carlotta necessary? Funny though

Minnie Driver is hilarious. The Prima Donna scene is fantastic.

Erik doing dastardly deeds in his fancy clothes is iconique.

Where is the musical cue for “Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?”?! It sounds like an announcement at a train station!

Where on earth was Buquet to have seen the Phantom standing near the chandelier?

Only in the movies does cutting back and forth between the ballet from act three and the Phantom chasing Buquet around the flies really work. It makes the scene much more tense but is also amusing because we seen the Phantom doing stunts in his fancy clothes.

They really wanted to make this into a movie musical but did a poor job of integrating the music into the action of the movie.

I love the set design in this movie if nothing else.

If anything Gerard Butler’s Phantom has the least awful face of any rendition of the Phantom.

I can’t imagine this movie being made today, it would be an auto tune nightmare.

What is it about well-dressed pathetic sad boys of the early 2000’s variety?

You can’t fault Gerard Butler’s acting when he cries into the rose.

I take it back, why was the dramatic run so popular? It looks ridiculous.

I love Christine’s dress for the Masquerade scene. And Raoul looks dashing too.

The silver and gold fan choreography is neat. I also especially appreciate that only Christine and the Phantom are wearing shades of red.

Where are the fics of the Phantom and Madam Giry as children? That’s the story I want to hear.

Raoul sleeping, obviously on guard, outside the ballet dormitories is so endearing.

Showing that the Phantom knocks out the guard and is the one to take Christine to the graveyard closes the plot hole about how he knew she would go there. And it demonstrated just how obsessive he is about her.

I don’t know a lot about how funerary monuments worked in the 1800’s but how could the Daaé’s afford such a mausoleum?

The reprise of Angel of Music was very good. Excellent use of lighting.

The Phantom jumping down from the roof of the mausoleum is rather ruined by the fact his cape flipped over his head and he had to put it right.

The fight scene wasn’t the most coherent but it wasn’t outrageous either. I like the skull shaped guard on the Phantom’s sword.

Erik saying “let it be war upon you both” is undercut by the fact he didn’t say that it would be war between him and the managers earlier.

They cut back to Raoul coming up with his plan to ensnare the Phantom after the scene in the cemetery. I think it’s narratively out of place given the events of the scene of the graveyard. Christine’s lament, Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, which both about her missing her father and about gathering the courage to bid goodbye to her angel of music. Which Christine felt she had to do because of the plan Raoul came up with.

Christine’s protestations about Raoul’s plan being spoken rather than sung works well in my opinion. But there’s a certain angst to how hysterical Christine sounds in the stage production.

Seriously, the Don Juan costume for Christine sucks.

The reveal in the stage production was better. They mention the hood of cloak in the song, the hood hides the fact that it’s so obviously not Piangi, anyone with eyes would’ve been able to see it wasn’t the same guy.

The background dancers, lol.

All the shots cutting to Madam Giry lowkey make it seem like she was secretly in love with the Phantom.

They could’ve made Point of No Return more tense.

Why does the Phantom’s wig look so bad before Christine pulls off his mask?

Now his disfigurement actually looks appropriate.

Madam Giry literally brought him to the opera house and he went willingly, the Phantom calling it a prison isn’t super accurate.

Erik has too much hair in this version. But props to Gerard Butler for killing it in the final scene in the Phantom’s Lair.

I like the detail that the cut on Raoul’s arm starts bleeding again due to all the action. It looks weirdly real though so maybe it was unintentional. I have not seen any behind the scenes footage to confirm this.

Why is Meg at the forefront of the mob? Why was she so interested in the mask? Is it supposed to be a hint about Love Never Dies? There is too much focus on Meg and Madam Giry’s involvement with the Phantom to just be as it is explained.

I adore the implication of the rose at Christine’s grave. Perhaps the most emotionally impactful moment in the whole movie.

7/10

Love the costumes and the aesthetics. The final scene at Christine’s grave was a very nice extra bit. Not as good as the stage production but enjoyable. The acting seemed a bit stiff and underwhelming but lots of movies from the early 2000’s were. I prefer the 25th anniversary performance but who doesn’t?

I can’t speak to how it compares to the book because I haven’t read it (I will sometime)

[vulpinesaint]

scrolling through the tumblr dashboard glancing at an art piece featuring a sort of round-faced and sickly-looking character with short black hair and skull makeup surrounded by religious imagery and playing "is this harrowhark nonagesimus or gerard way"

[myrammmortal]

Chapter 18, we had you know what with you know who at you know where. We all came.

AN: I SED STUP FLAMMING! if u do den ur a fuken prep! fangz 2 raven 4 da help n stuf. u rok! n ur nut a prep. fangz for muh sewter! ps da oder eson dumbeldor swor is koz he trin 2 be gofik so der!

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I woke up the next day in my bed. I walked out of it and put on some clothes. (Editors note: this was another long paragraph on outfits and honestly, I'm getting tired of it. Paul is not going to wear makeup unless it's hilarious and this time it just wasn't. Overly detailed descriptions will still be here but not this one)

(Da night before Richard and I rent back to the skull (geddit skull koz im goffik n I like deth. NOOOO Who would've guessed!?). Till chased Vlodemort away. We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black and the broom-stuff was blood-red. There was lace all over it. Richard had a black Mercedes Benz boom. We went back to our rooms and we had you-know-what to a Linkin Park song.)

Well anyway I went down to the Grate Hall. There all da walls were painted black and da tables were black too. But you fould see that there was pink pant underneath the black pant. And there were pastors of poser bands everywhere, like Ashlee Simpson and the Backstreet Boys. It smelled like cheese

“WTF!” I shouted going to sit next to Frau Schneider and Willow. Frau Schneider was wearing a black leather mini with a t-shirt, black fishnets and black pointy boots. Willow was wearing a long gothic blak dress with blood red writing that was all lacy and came up to your thighs and black boots and fishnets. Vampire, Oliver and Richard came. We started to talk about who was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong. The boys joined in cause they were bi.

“Those guys are so fucking hot.” Oliver was saying as suddenly a gothic old man with a black beard and everything came. He was the same one who had chassed away Vlodemort yesterday. He had normal tan skin but he was wearing white foundation and he had died his hare black.

“……………….TILL?1!” we all gasped.

“WTF?” I shouted angrily. “I thought he was just wearing that to scare Volsemort!”

“Hello everyone.” he said happily. “As u can see I gave the room a makeover. Whjat do u fink about it?”

Everyone from the poser table in Gryiffindoor started to cheer. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted and shook our heads. We couldn’t believe what a poser he was!1.

“BTW you can call me Till.” HE CALLED AS WE LEFT to our classes.

“What a fucking poser!” Richard shouted angrily as we we to Transfomation. We were holding hands. Vampire looked really jealous. I could see him crying blood in a gothic way (geddit, way lik Gerard) but I didn’t say anything. “I bet he’s havin a mid-life crisis!” Willow shouted.

I was so fucking angry. 

[honkshoolizzie]

gerard way was proposing to lynz and me and a few friends were waiting in the wings bc we were all besties w him. after he proposed he burst into the room we were hiding in wearing sans undertale makeup and a red hoodie and he announced "we're having a baby!" and grabbed my hands and pulled me up from the floor and gave me a massive hug and oh my god i was so nice i need a gway hug

my friend asked me to do literally one thing (dont put the raven skull onto the human skeleton barbie doll) bc it would summon her or something but i got super close to doing it before another friend stopped me

my roommates exroommate showed up at our dorm for an unplanned sleepover and we were like "oh we dont really have room in here its rly cramped w the 2 of us already we're sorry :(" and while we were explaining our other friend showed up for a sleepover that we actually planned with her and it was rly awkward

[gwotd-described]

[image description: a photo of Gerard Way from the knees up. He’s wearing faded black jeans, a black shirt, a black leather jacket with white stripes at the hem and at the cuffs, as well as black skeleton gloves. He has skull makeup covering his face, and he’s leaning his right hand on a microphone attached to its stand. /end image description]

today is thursday, april 13, 2023. work extra hard today and enjoy your gerard way of the day.

[party-lemon]

The concept of My Chemical Romance is so insane.

Here we have four nerds from Nowhere, New Jersey that are talented in so many ways but are all mostly shut-ins. One was born on Halloween, two are brothers, and the last one is fantastic at guitar but will play literally anything just to be in a band.

And then things happen and these greasy little nobodies release their first record, which is rough sounding and full of screaming and just sometimes so bad sounding, that it's good.

And then another couple years pass and these same greasy little nobodies make another record; a concept album about a man killing a thousand evil souls to be with the woman he loves. They change their look to red and black attire and the lead singer wears paper white foundation and red eyeshadow and the same, smelly black suit at every show. They get tangled up with another band and the two lead singers have some reckless romance and nobody knows what really happened but something did. And, through it all, this band makes it and is on covers of magazines, covered in blood and dressed in black.

And THEN these guys make another record; another concept album, this time about a cancer patient and his reflections on life and death. They recorded this in a literal haunted mansion where every member of the band had encounters with supposed ghosts. The lead singer had literal night terrors while sleeping in this mansion. And it was a long and grueling process to make this record but then it was released and it was their most successful record to date. The entire band dressed up as some Victorian marching band members and actually performed as the very thing they created; "The Black Parade." They make a music video where they set the set of a previous music video on fire and during this, the lead singer and the drummer are injured. And the lead singer and the rhythm guitarist start making out on stage, making people believe something else is going on between them. And it's all so dramatic and theatrical and then the lead singer makes it sound like it's their last album.

But THEN, a few years later, they make another concept album, this time about rebels in the desert who walk around in colorful clothes and give a middle finger to the government and drive fast and live recklessly. This album is so different from all their other ones and yet so similar, because it still has that underlying theme of impending death, it's just masked by color. And the band dresses up as the characters they created, again. The lead singer dyes their hair bright red and wears chemical burn looking makeup. Afterward, they release a short "album," ten songs released in five parts. And everything is so vibrant and fun and then it ends.

They release a last song. "Fake Your Death." Seems like an odd thing to title a song after the break up of a band. After the death of something so intense and great, something that made people feel less alone and realize that it's okay to not fit in. Something that saved lives.

Theories are made, in hope that, someday, this band, this idea, would come back because, even though it may have left some people feeling better than before, there's still so many people that feel lost.

And then, six and a half years after they left, they come back, bursting with the same amount of energy, as if they never left. And then, not long after they come back from the dead, leaving cryptic, witchcraft-esque videos in their wake, the world goes to shit and their plans get thrown out the window, leaving us and them in waiting. Waiting for shows that some of us have waited our whole lives to see.

It's kind of unreal, the story of this band. Some of it sounds made up. Maybe it's nothing special to most but it sure as hell is to us.

[jacqueling35]

Happy Halloween from me and my Black Parade Gerard Way costume 💀🎃🏴🖤

[decimateddreams]

ABDNDHEVDHEVFJRBFI I FOUND PICS OF SKULL MAKEUP TBP GERARD ON MY PHONE

YOUR BELOVED

[unintentional-edgelord]

HEEEEEE'S HERE

BEHOLD

I did traditional art because I got SO sick if trying to outline on my phone

Plus bonus quick sketch that snowballed: Team "Our Eyeliner is Better Than Yours"

Details re the outfits and makeup below the cut!!

I had real trouble giving Prometheus a coherent colour scheme - so I decided to use purples and golds as the main splashes of colour and keep the rest simple!

He's got a real rock'n'roll vibe due to the boots but I also got inspired by Black Parade-era Gerard Way with giving him the tie - he's also got a little skull-shaped tie pin! His jacket is a nice crisp material but the inside is lined and there's a flame pattern on the lining; there are press studs where it crosses over up top. The chains are attached to the gloves, but clipped onto his belt for extra pizzazz. Pants I envision would be either linen or cotton and the boots are 100% leather, baby!

Close up of them because good LORD did I go ham on these boots:

Purple laces and stitching, with three gold chains per boot as a feature over the laces.

As for their makeup, I wanted to give Pandora something that matched @shinysamurott9 's dress colours (hope it's okay I took some creative license with the dress!) so I envisioned Pandora would have a wine red eye look with gold highlights, gold highlighter and matching lipstick:

Still haven't gotten the hang of makeup with pencil yet.

As for Prometheus, I envision this dumbass accidentally did his normal red eyeliner out of habit and realised it didn't match.

So started again and made the twins run STUPID late.

So he went for a purple and black smoked out look with the normal double wing I give him. On top of that, I saw this really cool black lip gloss on insta, so I figured that would match. Come on, there's no WAY this goth bitch who calls himself The Grim Reaper wouldn't wear a black lip:

It's definitely quite a Motley Crüe/W.A.S.P./Falling In Reverse kinda vibe for this guy!

I also like to imagine he and Pan went earring shopping together and coordinated their looks for colours.

Three more bonus sketches:

1. Trying to hash out the design

2: Sketch of the twins together

3. "Is this tie silk? You scrub up alright, Reaper boy."

"Getting real bold there, Hunter girl. Not bad yourself."

(C'mon, I couldn't resist.)

Prairie got a fancy dress in the Audio dramas, I feel like the others deserve one too.

I was actually inspired by this post with the Phantom Thieves in masquerade outfits, they're really good designs and I wanted to do something similar with the ZX characters.

It's been a fun idea tbh, plus a good exercise in outfit design and posing with Ashe in particular. That's an area I think I really need to work on so with Ashe I wanted to try and draw a less stiff pose. I based it on Eunie's pose from her concept art. I feel like a confident pose like that really suits Ashe.

[pixelated-pogues]

Savior (j.m)

Request: heyy i was wondering if you could maybe write a jj X reader where rafe tries to hurt you/ kidnap you and jj saves you. i love your writing by the way!!! Pairing: JJ x reader Summary: Rafe gets a little too comfortable at Midsummers and JJ cuts in to take care of his girl. Warnings: Cursing, foul play

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You stare at your reflection in the mirror with a neutral expression, taking in every seamless detail of your makeup, your hair that was curled in pinned to perfection, and the lilac satin dress that contrasts nicely with your sun-kissed skin. You look good, you mentally admit as you finish the look with your favorite lipgloss, but midsummers is your least favorite event of the year and there's something inside of you telling you that this year will not be an exception.

Maybe it's the endless sea of kooks pooling together in one place, trying to one-up each others accomplishments and outfits, or maybe it's the way that your parents always unapologetically try showing you off to the parents of the islands upcoming rich assholes that they'd love for you to end up with. Either way, you cannot stand it.

"Why are you looking at yourself like that?" Sarah's voice questions as she comes into the view of the mirror behind you. Her arms wrap over your shoulders in a loose hug while her eyes meet the reflection of your own, a curious expression adorning her face at the sight of the slight pout on your lips. "You look stunning." You smile fondly at your best friend, but release a gentle sigh in response, gazing back at the mirror again.

"Yeah," you agree, handing her the flower crown resting on your vanity so that she can fasten it into your hair with bobby pins. "I just wish it wasn't a kook requirement to attend tonight. I'd much rather be on the dock with the boys." Sarah nods in understanding, softly placing the crown on your head and getting to work with the pins.

"You'd rather be at the dock with JJ," she corrects, her voice slightly muffled by the bobby pins clasped between her lips. "I get it, I'd be lying to you if I told you that that isn't where I'd rather be myself, but it's one night, Y/n. One night to get dolled up, steal expensive wine, and act like we give a shit about business plans and college visits to appease the older generation on the island. It'll be over before we know it. Plus, John B told me that the boys are going to be there to help Heyward with catering so we can hover around them when everything else is too boring. So, turn the frown into a smile and help me put my crown on, Gerard is going to be here with the car in thirty minutes and you know how Rose gets about pictures."

You roll your eyes at her words but move so she can take your spot on the small bench. You mindlessly situate her crown on her head and get to work.

"I swear to God, if she makes me take pictures with Rafe again this year I'm going to combust," you state, rolling your eyes at the memory of her forcing you and Rafe to act like a couple last year. "When will she get it into her thick skull that that's never going to happen?" Sarah giggles at your genuine annoyance, knowing fully well how you feel about her brother.

"But Y/n, you guys will have the cutest babies," she gushes, manically giggling when you shove her shoulder to keep her from saying anything else. "I cannot wait to be a grandmother to the hottest babies on the island one day." Your eyes roll into the back of your head at her words, momentarily flashing back to the conversation Rose had with the photographer last year.

"Some nerve she has," you sneer, fastening the last pin into her hair. "God, I'd rather die than imagine getting close enough to Rafe for him to even think he has a chance of getting me pregnant. The audacity that that women has." Sarah stands up, giggling at your dramatic antics but wordlessly agreeing with everything you said. "I still can't believe she said that right in front of us."

"She's got a mind of her own," Sarah agrees, taking a look at her final look in the full length mirror by her bed. You watch her silently for a few moments before she's dragging you to stand next to her, slinging her arm over your shoulder in the process. "We look hot, babe." You're rolling your eyes at her statement, but nod in agreement.

"I hate to admit it, but you're right. Lord, keep the boys from getting into any violent altercations with rich boys that don't know how to keep their eyes to themselves," you jokingly pray, locking your hands together in front of you while you stare up at the ceiling.

"Please," Sarah seconds, grabbing her phone off of her bed to snap a few photos for her instagram story. You take several pictures together, your poses growing more and more goofy with every photo. It isn't long before Rose comes knocking on the door insisting that it's time for photos, earning a knowing glance from the two of you.

"Y/n, your parents are nearly here so you'll be taking photos with them as well. We'll all be riding together this year because your usual driver cancelled last minute," Rose fills the two of you in as you walk down the stairs to meet the rest of the Cameron family.

"Oh joy," you smile at her with a sarcastic undertone, cringing when Sarah's elbow sharply crashes into your ribcage as a way to tell you to cut it out. "Thanks for the update Rose." You stick your tongue out at Sarah as your feet hit the bottom of the steps, your focus shifting to Ward as the rest of the family comes into view.

"You look beautiful girls," he coos, pressing a soft kiss against Sarah's forehead, before giving me a small hug. "You'll surely capture the attention of the whole island when you walk in."

Sounds like a dream, you want to spout off but refrain this time, knowing that you'll have both the Cameron's and your family on your back for being too mouthy. So instead, you shoot him a tight-lipped smile, slightly tightening your hold on Sarah's arm for support. She squeezes yours back, shooting you a reassuring smile before all of you head outside for photos.

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"You look hot, Y/n," Rafe's voice wafts into your ear, his breath fanning down your neck due to how close he is to you. The interaction sends negative chills crawling down your spine while you try to hold your smile for the camera in front of the two of you. Rose had, in fact, forced the two of you to take pictures together again this year, which you couldn't protest to due to your mother basically shoving you into his arms upon Rose's request. "Way too hot to be spending all your time with Maybank."

You rip yourself away from his grasp with a tight glare as soon as the photographer announces that he's got plenty of couples pictures. "Way too hot for you to think you have any inkling of a chance with me after all the shit you've pulled with my friends," you spit, resisting the urge to give him the finger.

"Oh come on Y/n, the entire island knows that we're destined to be together. It's only a matter of time before that lowlife ends up in jail and you're crawling to me to be with the one that really deserves you," he presses, his voice low as he trails closely behind you, gripping your arm so that you'll look at him.

"Don't flatter yourself, Cameron. I'd rather drink bleach than end up with you," you sneer, tearing your arm from his grasp, feeling accomplished by the way his ego physically takes a hit at your words. With that, you're linking arms with Sarah and skipping to the limo without a second glance at Rafe.

To: JJ This thing hasn't even started and I'm already ready to go home. I'll see you in Kooklandia, handsome.

From JJ: I just know I'm going to melt at how good you look when you get here. Keep your chin up, I can't wait to hug you.

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As soon as you arrived at Midsummers, you'd barely been able to share a glance with JJ before you were whisked away by your parents to socialize with business partners and family members. Now you're two hours into pointless socializing, your feet are aching from your heels, and JJ's nowhere in sight. You had managed to sneak a few glasses of wine in the process, which has you feeling light and airy, swaying to the elegant Jazz music playing through the speakers the lawn.

"Mom, I'm going to go find JJ," you inform her, mentally praying that she doesn't have any objections to your statement, but before she can respond you feel someones hands resting on the small of your back, a vaguely familiar cologne wafting into your nose.

"Y/n, what do you say we catch a dance? It looks like you need a break," Rafe proposed, leaning so close to you that his lips brush against your ear, sending an uneasy shiver down your spine. You open your mouth to object, but your mom beats you to it.

"That sounds like a lovely idea, Rafe," she gushes, the wine in her system mixed with the toxic midsummers atmosphere making it easy for her to ignore your clear discomfort to give the rest of the islands rich assholes what they want. "It'll be just like when you two were young, dancing at your very first midsummers. You can spend time with your friends after the party, Y/n. Now go, you two."

You silently curse your mom as Rafe whisks you away to the dance floor, making a point to grab another glass of wine on the way. Your eyes scan the crowd, itching to find JJ, Sarah, or anyone else in the friend group in hopes that they'd see what Rafe was up to and cut in so you didn't have to deal with it, but to no avail.

"Oh come on, Y/n, I can't be that bad," Rafe murmurs, pulling your hips against his with slight force. "Besides, I've seen the way you look at me when no one else is around. You can cut the hard to get act, I know you want me."

You scoff at his words, making a point to take a long drag from the glass in your hands. "God, you really are dense Rafe. The cocaine must be getting to you because if I even spare you a glance, and that's a big if, it's nothing more than out of malice and disgust. I wouldn't want you if we were the last two people on earth," you sneer, wincing when his grip tightens enough that his fingers dig into your hips painfully.

"You better watch the way you're talking to me, sweetheart. You and I both know that I've got your parents wrapped around my finger, one word from me and they'll kick your broke boyfriends ass to the curb so fast that he won't know what hit him," he threatens, dipping his head so that only you can hear his hushed tone. You push against his chest in an attempt to break free from the harsh grip he has on your body to no avail.

"Pulling the parent card to try and get your way? That's pathetically low Rafe, even for you," you chuckle, wincing when his grip tightens even further, surely leaving a bruise. In another attempt to jerk out of his arms, he jerks you even further, sending the dainty wine glass in your hands shattering against the concrete below your feet. You yelp at the noise, jumping at the glass that splatters against the soft skin of your feet, taking notice of the looks you'd gotten from those surrounding you.

"Sorry, she's a little tipsy," Rafe chuckles lightly to the surrounding couples, shooting them a lighthearted smile. "I told her to lay off the wine, but she wouldn't listen." His smile drops as soon as his attention turns back to you, a look of annoyance replacing his features. "You better watch it, Y/n."

"Let me go, Rafe," you demand, wriggling against his embrace in another attempt to break free. The pressure of his fingers against your body forcing anxious tears to prick at the back of your eyes, your movements becoming more drastic. "Let go-" You're town away from his grasp before the words finish rolling off of your tongue, a glimpse of dirty blonde locks coming into view.

"Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on my girl Cameron?" JJ barks, shooting the older boy an icy glare while securing you in his own embrace. You fist the front of his button-down shirt, focusing on steadying your erratic breaths while the two stand tall, puffing their chests out.

"Look at that," Rafe laughs humorously, inching closer to the two of you. "The dirty pogue comes to save his pathetic little slut, how swee-"

Just like that, JJ's launching himself at Rafe, his fist colliding against his jaw with a sickening noise as you stumble backwards, getting caught in someone else's embrace to keep you from hitting the ground due to the momentum of JJ's movements. Gasps errupt in the crowd as Rafe falls to the floor, dragging JJ down with him, each of them throwing a mess of punches.

"Shit," John B's voice sounds from behind you, making your head warily snap towards him. You catch his gaze, just before he spins around in search of Pope. "Yo Pope, we have a situation." That's when he moves to drag Rafe off of JJ once Rafe finally takes the upper hand, while you watch in silence as everything around you spins. Pope comes into view then, just as Kie and Sarah are dragging you off of the ground with gentle expressions, doing a quick once over to make sure you're physically okay before ushering you towards the Twinkie with quick feet, the boys sprinting after you with security guards hot on their trail.

"JJ, what the fuck," Kie exclaims as soon as you're all throwing yourselves into the van.

"Drive, JB, drive," Pope shouts, ignoring Kie's statement, taking notice of the security rushing closer to the car.

"Shit, shit, shit," John B spews, reaching for the keys he'd dropped on the van floor in the rush to slam them into the ignition. "I'm going, I'm going." He slams the van into gear, sending the tires spinning against the stone road beneath them before you're all speeding down the road with wide eyes. Everyone's adrenaline pumping as you head towards the cut in an energized silence.

"JJ, what the fuck," Kie repeats, smacking her hand against his chest, earning a yelp from him. That's the first time you get a good look at him, your racing heart dropping at the sight of blood dripping from a gash just below his eyebrow. He ignores Kie's question and cuddles close to you, grabbing your face in his hands.

"Are you okay, baby," he questions, eyes scanning over your features for any noticeable blemishes from foul play. Your hands fall over his own, eyes filling with tears as the weight of the situation finally beats through your adrenaline. "I'm here. I've got you." He pulls you into his chest, ignoring the chatter from the rest of your friends, giving you his full attention while you melt into his embrace.

"I'm okay," you murmur, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Just startled is all. Are you okay?"

You feel JJ smile, his arms snaking around a tender spot on your hip, earning a small wince from you.

"M fine baby. Just a few cuts and bruises, nothing we haven't seen before," he promises, kissing the crown of your head.

"My parents are going to kill us," you huff, to the entire car now rather than just JJ. "I'm never going to hear the end of the fact that I was the reason the kook party of the year got ruined."

"Rafe, is the reason that the kook party of the year got ruined, JJ stepping in just sped up the process. Honestly, the party was dull anyway, I think he did everyone a favor. At least now the rich side of the island actually has something exciting to talk about," John B interjects, earning several nods of understanding.

"Looks like JJ's the hero of the island after all," Pope smiles, clapping his friend on the back. "May never be able to step foot on Figure Eight again but no one will question whether or not he knows how to liven up a party." JJ merely rolls his eyes at their statements, but smiles proudly in agreement.

"Maybe that kook will think twice about putting his hands on my girl again," he gleams, sparing a glance down at you as he nuzzles closer to you. "Sarah, I don't know how you turned out so good having to deal with that prick your entire life."

She laughs at his words, a look of understanding crossing over her face. "Rafe's always been a prime example of a person that I've never wanted to be like. He's given me a life time supply of what not to do, so I guess he's partially to thank for me being a good person."

The Pogues laugh before falling into a gentle silence for the rest of the way back to the Chateau. Nuzzled into JJ's chest, you can't help but think over the scenarios of what could've happened had JJ not stepped in or if Rafe had managed to catch you in a more secluded area in which no one would've been there to intervene. The thoughts make you more aware of the dull throb in your wrist where his hands harshly held you captive, his words echoing through your mind like the melody of a song you hate.

The car pulls up to the house a short while later, allowing everyone to clammer out into the warm night while JJ holds you back, having caught onto the fact that you haven't fully been yourself since you got in the car.

"Hey," he breathes, nudging your head so that you'll look at him. "I know everyone was joking about what happened, but they weren't the ones being manhandled by that asshole. Are you really okay?" His eyes lock on yours, searching for anything that'll give him insight on what's roaming around in your head.

The way he's looking at you and the gentleness in his tone allow the thoughts and emotions to resurface, your heart sadly lurching at the concern etched across his face. "I've been better," you admit with a sigh, fighting the tears pricking at the back of your eyes. Partially due to the adrenaline wearing off and partially due to the heavy embarrassment at the fact that there was even a scene to begin with. "I just want to go to bed. Can we do that?"

"Of course baby," he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. "Lets go inside. You head to the guest room and I'll make sure everyone knows to keep the noise down so you can rest." With that, he's helping you out of the van. His hand never leaves the small of your back as you make the short trek to the porch and into the house. You utter quiet "farewells" to everyone as you brush past them to get to the guest bedroom, wanting nothing more than to peel off the expensive dress and bask in the comfort of JJ's clothes. JJ hangs behind to talk to the Pogues for a few minutes while you get comfortable in the next room. You hear their hushed voices while sliding out of your dress, quickly replacing it with your favorite pair of sweats and one of his old t-shirts.

"I think she's okay, just really shaken up," JJ's voice barely rings through the walls as you're climbing into bed. "We're going to lie down, you guys do what you do, just keep the noise down so she can sleep. Thanks for being the getaway driver JB, I owe ya one man."

"You owe me a lot more than one with how many times I've helped get you out of shit man," you hear John B joke. "Take care of our girl." Footsteps ring through the house as you climb into bed, making sure to flip the lamp on so he can see once he gets into the room. He makes a quick stop in the bathroom to clean the blood off of his face before walking into the room; wordlessly discarding his own clothes and sliding a pair of sweatpants on before taking his spot in bed so he can wrap you in his arms again.

"Hi," he greets softly, pulling your back flush against his chest.

"Hi," you whisper, releasing a gentle hum when his hand starts running through your hair. You nuzzle into a calming silence, JJ's fingers moving from your hair to the exposed skin of your arm to trace imaginary shapes. After a few moments of quiet, you speak again. "Thank you. I didn't even know you were anywhere close enough to see what was happening, but I'm glad that you stepped in. Although I wish the shiner your going to have tomorrow could've been avoided."

"I'll gladly take a beating every day if it means you feel safe," he dismisses, his fingers pausing on the light bruise forming on your delicate skin. "Did he do this?"

"I think so," you admit, silently hating the fact that he's so concerned about one bruise when he walked out of the night with significantly more damage. "He just grabbed me a little too tight is all, it's not a big deal."

"But it is a big deal. He shouldn't have had his hands on you at all," he grumbles, tracing his fingers over the blemish. "No man should every lay a violet finger on a woman." You roll over to face him, grabbing his face in your hands so that he'll look at you.

"He shouldn't have," you agree, sending him a soft smile. "He should be able to register the years worth of "no's" that I've given him, but he can't. It doesn't matter though, at the end of the day, I'm here with you and that's all I really care about."

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A/N: This ended abruptly but we can just ignore that. This was requested forever ago and I'm finally finishing it. I hope someone enjoys <3 Taglist: @thelocalpogue @maaybanks @drewstarkey @ssjiara @bluebirdsbluebells @maebanks @poguemackin @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @outerbongs @ilovejjmaybank @marvel-writer @astrydis @hijohnd @pogueslandia @livinfullpogue @ifonlyyoucouldseeme @kookkyra @osterfield23 @milkiane

[northernxdarkness]

Yesterday in Berlin Gerard Way wore a clown suit and had skull makeup. It was the best two hours of my life. My Chemical Romance means so much to me and this was just beautiful in every way.

[anachr0nismm]

Gerry my absolute beloved <333

ID: Drawing of Gerard Keay from The Magnus Archives holding a lighter and a book. He is a tall white man with dyed black hair. He is wearing a coat with several patches (the satanist symbol, ‘ACAB’, the asexual flag, the transgender flag, the polyamorous flag and the gay man flag), a My Chemical Romance Shirt, a fishnet top, fishnet gloves, black ripped jeans, a black belt and a black spiky choker, and skull gaudges. He has many rings, and tattoos of eyes on all of his joints. His makeup is white covering his face, black lipstick and large black eyeliner going into eyelash shapes. His nails are painted black. Some lyrics to the black parade are in the background.

[shabam99]

“You might wake up and notice you’re someone you’re not.“

[foundationsofdickay]

MCR Toronto (Night One) 2022

(Also known as "No, I was not there, but I already make these recaps for my friends so why not post them here too". Warning that these are just the parts that I found most interesting, not necessarily a full summary of the shows)

Setlist:

[Image Description: the setlist for the MCR Toronto show over an image of a broken angel statue, titled Toronto Setlist. There is a drawing book with The MCR Archive written on it in the corner, next to the hashtags #MCRchive and#MCRTour. The setlist reads Foundations, Not Okay, Our Lady of Sorrows, Give Em Hell, The Ghost of You, Venom, Noise Jam/Everybody Hates the Eagles, Nanana, The World Is Ugly, Black Parade, Destroya, Teenagers, Mama, Hang Em High, House of Wolves, Headfirst for Halos, Famous Last Words, and Sleep. There is then a line followed by the songs from the encore: Helena and Kids.]

• Gerard was wearing a skeleton onesie w skeleton-esque makeup

• Mikey wore a shirt saying happy birthday to his mother in law

• Frank wore some kind of bandana or necktie thing??? he’s wearing white and blue kinda looks like some weird sailor to me but that’s more of a personal opinion

• Ray had a different shirt but I could not tell what it said. It has a skull on it though

• Gerard said something about how he doesn’t know how many people liked danger days?

• During “Not Okay” frank said “bon the fuck jour” instead of “trust me” lol

• Gerard meowed

• Once again, no vampire money :(((

• https://twitter.com/fraankensstein/status/1566637721669476352?s=21&t=bJN_D0sq-5PbNYqXBxgmrw

• Gerard sang a bit of ‘you are my sunshine’ again (he seems to typically do it right before flw)

• Drum said “back in the cage”

• https://twitter.com/copiasfavghoul/status/1566610206381015042?s=21&t=bJN_D0sq-5PbNYqXBxgmrw

• During noise jam/everybody hates the eagles, Gerard said “cause I’m her kind of girl, and she’s my kind of boy” transgenderism moment

• Someone either booed or went “woo!”and Gerard joked about it

• Destroya moans,,,,, frank iero my love,,,,

also: ray posted a funny video of him brushing the teeth of his bobble head figure on instagram so thats cool

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Oh no, @aro-ainosuke , mcr is fantastic, and Gerard Way not only looks a lot like Billy Corgan, but was also influenced by his vocal stylings a great deal. Give "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" a listen, then compare to "Vampires Will Never Hurt You" and you'll hear that influence.

At this point it's just a running joke to me that Jet's a little too into the whole MCRmy thing. So Zuko saying shit like Gerard's Black Parade era look with the strong jacket silhouette and skull-like makeup was already done in 1998 in the Ava Adore music video and Jet trying to bite back his frustration is too good to pass up