#if we're not careful we'll turn into catholics

[fancyferalfairy]

just thinking about how all the people who go crazy for viktor are just one little step away from becoming catholic

[effervescent-fool]

[earlycuntsets]

original titles for tracks on three cheers for sweet revenge"

"The final tracks for the record have been determined. They are: (in no particular order) 1. To the End 2. Give 'em Hell, Kid 3. Thank you for the Venom 4. The Ghost of You 5. I never told you what I do for a living 6. Cemetery Drive 7. Hang 'em High 8. You know what they do to guys like us in Prison 9. Helena 10. If we're not careful, We'll turn into Catholics 11. It's not a fashion statemen, it's a fucking deathwish 12. I Promise it's the last time 13. The Jetset lifestyle will kill you"

from mychemicalromance.com 2004

[egoisticqueerunderanydefinition]

"And If We're Not Careful, We'll Turn Into Alcoholics! I mean.. Catholics." is heart and mind coded and anyone who disagrees im blowing up with my sheer will

[emorbit]

if we're not careful we'll turn into catholics

[xxradzxx]

List of artists KINDA similar to ww(att) for those who really like his music and crave more of it

(Including popular(?) And some local bands)

This will be updated as I wish!! Suggestions are encouraged

Tom Lehrer

Mr. Bungle

Jhariah

Flying Raccoon Suit

A Verbal Equinox (project will wood was in pre-tapeworms)

Bear Ghost

Shayfer James

Self

Machinery of the Human Heart

More to be added !!! <3

[depresbiann]

"if we're not careful, we'll turn into catholics"

I WISH they kept that title oh my god

from @/themychemicalromancearchive on Instagram!!

[oysters-aint-for-me]

february is such a strange month in the US, holiday-wise.

we got:

Groundhog Day, when the whole country waits to see if a large rodent has a shadow, and the result predicts the weather for the next 6 weeks;

Superbowl Sunday, when the whole country cares deeply about overly produced corporate advertisements periodically interrupted by a game involving very large men passing around an improbably shaped "ball";

Valentine's Day, an appropriated pagan fertility festival turned feast day for a Catholic saint turned Hallmark Pride Month;

President's Day, when the banks and post offices and other necessities are closed because two US presidents--one who owned slaves and one who signed a proclamation to make slavery illegal, btw--happened to both be born in February a hundred years apart;

and finally,

Leap Day, a purely utilitarian day that exists because our made-up concept of a "year" with numbered "months" and "days" kept not quite aligning with whatever the solar year was doing and we couldn't figure out a better method at the time than just throwing in an extra day and today we know it doesn't really need to be like this but now we're dug in and we'll never change

[captain-mj]

Hiii I just read and love your home video fic and was wondering if you would ever do a part 2? My hearts in shambles <3 thanks for writing and have a good day!

I wasn't sure about this but then thought... why not? I love this style of story so much :)

There was a long pause afterwards. None of them really seemed to know what to do.

Quietly, as if afraid he'd break something, Ghost grabbed a tape. He turned it over in his hands to make sure it was the right one and the quietly replaced it and turned it on.

Soap scooted over, well aware that Ghost didn't like being in the middle of the people. The contact made him uncomfortable. Ghost looked grateful as he settled in next to him. Price sat in his chair on the other side.

The video started. Simon was younger again. Clearly a teen. He was helping his mom put ornaments on the tree, just tall enough to reach the top. She was beaming, but she looked tired.

The door opened and they both shrank a bit as his dad came in. Neither stopped what they were doing though.

"Never wanted him to know how tense he made us." Ghost explained after a moment. "Couldn't let him know."

Soap frowned a little as he watched them. They put an angel on the tree and his mom made a motion to pray.

"Catholic?"

"Protestant. Devout. Took us once when we were little." Ghost leaned into Soap.

Once his dad walked away, they relax and continue decorating. His mom reaches up and ruffles his hair again and Simon beamed.

"You were a mama's boy?" Gaz gasped.

"Yeah. Little bit." Ghost admitted, not sounding ashamed of it. "She was the best Mom I couldn't asked for."

Soap's heart hurt. He gently put his hand on Ghost's thigh.

Tommy came down, smoking. He offered it to Simon who took it. Their mom made a face, but she didn't reprimand them. She shook her head when Simon offered it anyway.

"Get lost boys, I have to wrap presents."

"Mum, don't you think we're a bit old?" Tommy started, despite looking 13 at the oldest. She turned around and gave him a look Soap would recognize anywhere. It was the same look Ghost gave them when they did or said something stupid. He immediately winced. "You're right Mum! We'll go upstairs."

Simon was already going up the stairs and she shook her head. "Those boys."

"Just like me right?" There was their dad again. His voice made Ghost tense.

She smiled. "Yeah, I guess so Frank." She averted her eyes and started to grab the presents from the closet. She wrapped them quietly while Frank watched.

"You spoil them."

"They're kids. It's Christmas. We have more than enough money."

"My money."

She fixed him with a glare so harsh that Soap cringed. "Well, what were you going to spend it on? Needles?"

"Don't fucking talk to me like that Mary."

Before they continued arguing, Ghost turned it off. "Wrong one."

"Ah..."

Ghost put a different one in. This one was of a concert. For the Wiggles.

Tommy and Simon stood out like sore thumbs. Being both taller than most of the parents and dressed in black clothing. Simon had eyeliner on and his hair looked different. Joseph was bouncing between them.

"Wiggles! The Wiggles!!" He bounced up and down even faster and Tommy picked him up.

"Better than the concerts we went to as a kid right Si?"

Simon smiled. "Lot cooler. Isn't that right Joseph?"

Joseph wiggled excitedly and kept yelling about it. He looked so excited and both of them looked happy to be there.

Simon took the camera and Beth stood beside Tommy. "Here to the Wiggles."

"The Wiggles!" The three of them said excitedly, squishing Joseph between them. Tommy glanced at Beth with such an overwhelming amount of love it made Soap jealous.

"You two are sickening."

"Fuck off."

"Language, Beth."

The tiny woman looked like she was going to attack him like a dog. He laughed though and kissed her, the two of them softening.

"Turn the camera off."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We got his reaction. That's all we care about."

The next video was Tommy, a baby Joseph and Simon on the couch. They looked confused.

"I found out today that they didn't want many kids movies."

Tommy shrugged. "Dad didn't like them. Plus they're lame."

Simon mirrored his shrug. "I mean... They're just movies."

"I think you guys would really like the Last Unicorn though."

"Why?" Simon asked, tilting his head.

"Just... thought you'd like it."

There was a brief crackle before showing the movie had been playing. And it was on the speech.

"I can feel this body dying all around me."

She panned the camera to Tommy who was sobbing on Simon's shoulder. Simon's mouth was open and he was staring in what could only be described as devastation.

"You boys okay?"

Tommy sobbed louder. "She... She..." Simon rubbed his back.

"It's okay, Tommy. It's alright..."

She was clearly giggling. "I'm sorry guys. I didn't... Oh dear."

" I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?"

Simon crumpled. He covered his face and was completely silent.

"Oh no! Boys!"

Simon shook his head. "That poor unicorn..." He sounded so distressed.

She looked at Joseph who clearly was sleeping. He looked peaceful.

Another crackle as the video was turned off and back on. Simon recorded Beth and Tommy sleeping on top of each other. He turned off the TV and they could see that he was wearing eye makeup.

"I fucking hate kid's movies." Simon growled as he closed the camera.

"I still fucking hate kid's movies. She showed us Bridge to Terabithia a week after that. I fucking feel for it again."

"Did you cry?"

"No."

Price shook his head. "Because you can't. Don't let him fool you."

Soap decided to be bold. "The video you walked in on."

"It came a few weeks after I got back." Ghost explained. "Tommy picked me up. I still had bandages. Stuck in that stupid hospital for four months and I still had bandages."

Soap squeezed his hand. He wanted to provide some comfort.

"He was a great little brother. Fucking Dick. But a great little brother." Ghost squeezed his hand.

Price stood up and searched. He clearly had something specific in mind and Soap wondered how many times he had watched them.

The video that came on was of a hospital. A very tired looking Beth was laying down in the bed.

"You alright?" Simon asked.

"Yeah. I'm good. They said this labor was easy. Easy." She smiled up at him.

"You know I don't think childbirth can be that bad. I was pretty young but it didn't hurt me." Simon smiled.

Beth stared at him for a minute before pinching her nose. "That was awful. This is why you're fucking single." Her shoulders were shaking as she clearly laughed.

Simon laughed and put his arm around her. "I'm glad you're okay though."

Beth hit him hard in the gut and he groaned but still smiled. "Gonna hold the baby?"

"Absolutely not."

"Come on. What are you afraid of? He doesn't have teeth."

"What if I drop him?"

Beth blinked. "You hold sniper rifles all day."

"I can't shoot a sniper rifle. And if I drop a rifle, it doesn't get brain damage."

"Hold the damn kid, Simon. You're an uncle now."

Simon did not look pleased. He didn't get to respond though because Tommy appeared with a freshly cleaned infant. Immediately he tried to hand it to Simon who pulled his hands away unsure.

"Dude. Come on."

"I've never been around babies before!"

"Neither have I! You just support the head you numpty."

Simon very awkwardly took the baby, smushing him to his chest. He grinned awkwardly.

"Did you tell him the name yet?" Beth asked.

"Joseph right? Bit of a lame name honestly." Simon didn't take his eyes off the tiny bundle.

"Joseph Simon Riley." Tommy said softly, smiling just a little.

Simon looked up before biting his lip like he was holding back tears. "Oh..."

"Thought it was only natural. If my son turned out like you... well. He wouldn't be half bad." Tommy smiled at him.

Simon cradled Joseph just a little closer to his chest and nodded. "I'd never let anything happen to you guys."

Tommy laughed. "I know, you goof."

The video continued on but it didn't seem very important all of a sudden. Ghost had turned away, hand now digging into Soap's thigh to ground himself.

"I did. I did let something happen."

"Simon." Price started.

Ghost just shook his head. "Don't worry Price. I'm fine. I'm glad I have them back."

Soap wondered if it was the videos themselves or the people in them that he was referring to.

"You okay Ghost?"

"Yeah. I will be. I'll get there."

Soap watched Ghost. He really didn't cry. But he could see the depth of grief there. He had been lucky enough to never experience it.

"You want a cup of tea?"

"Yeah. I'd love that."

[yukasyukasyukasyukas]

William Woodiam albums and songs from my favorite to my least favorite

Live versions, singles and ft.s not included as well as songs from albums that aren't on Spotify and prince ali because I'm lazy, besides for the song "...And if I did it, you deserved it" because I love that song🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁

In case I make it

Cicada days

Tomcat disposables

Half-decade hangover

Euthanasia

Against the kitchen floor

That's enough let's get you home

It's kind of a lot

Willard!

White noise

Becoming last names

You liked this (okay, computer)

Vampire reference in minor key

Big fat bitchie's blueberry pie idk what comes after

The main Character

The new normal/ the normal album

Blue velvet/ Suburbia overture

Karen, thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole whatever comes next/ Marsha, thankk you for the dialects but now I need you to leave

The moral implications of a deterministic universe feat. The Onceler/ Laplace's angel/ (and 2018 live at studio demos)

...well, better than the alternative

I lied about the apple thing/ outliars and Hippocrates

Ideas only spread because people like them, the "free market of ideas" is not a meritocracy, it's set of unhealthy coping skills and a corporate oligarchy, wake up, man! Don't let the lies dim you light! Anyways, this one is black box warrior/ BlacBoxWarrior- OKULTRA

A knee-slapping joke referring to how ending tracks on Will Wood albums are always kind of like that/ memento mori/ (and 2018 studio demos)

I/ me/ myself

Second Sight Seer/ 2econd 2ight 2eer

...And if I did it, you deserved it

And the ringmaster is pleased to introduce...

He'll use me for his needle show

We killed Amanda Palmer, Mystery solved

Bleüctipie

Doctors & dealers

Ecsta est fabula, Aplaudite!

Drugs ain't cheap in Poughkeepsie

Recurring Nightmare #432

Nüburbåtizé

Sing the Singer/songwriter song

If we're not careful, we'll turn into alcoholics. I mean... Catholics

Self-ish

Cottard's solution

Mr. Capgras encounters a secondhand vanity

The song with five names a.k.a Soapbox Tao a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists a.k.a. Neospace Government (A.K.A. you can never know)

2012

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

-ish

Dr. Sunshine is dead

Self-

Camp here and there (omg, it's CJ and CHB colors)

Your body, my temple

When somebody needs you

The rhumba of death

Venetian blind man

Under a technicolor sky

Evening announcements

Under a monochromatic sky

Afternoon announcements

Yes, to err is human, so don't be one

Good morning, campers!

Morning announcements

Welcome to camp here and there

Everything is a lot

Skeleton appreciation day in vestal, NY

Front steet

¡Aikido!

Cover this song

White knuckle jerk

6up 5oh cop-out

Chemical overreaction/ compound fracture

Jimmy's mushroom's last drink

Thermodynamics lawyer

The first step

Everything is a lot

Red moon

[eternal--returned]

So, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. . . ." Catholics get this stuff over with when they're babies. I wish Baptists did. I almost wish I could believe it was important the way a lot of people seem to, the way my father seems to. Failing that, I wish I didn't care. But I do. The idea of God is much on my mind these days. I've been paying attention to what other people believe—whether they believe, and if so what kind of God they believe in. Keith says God is just the adults' way of trying to scare you into doing what they want. He doesn't say that around Dad, but he says it. He believes in what he sees, and no matter what's in front of him, he doesn't see much. I suppose Dad would say that about me if he knew what I believe. Maybe he'd be right. But it wouldn't stop me from seeing what I see. A lot of people seem to believe in a big-daddy-God or a big-cop-God or a big-king-God. They believe in a kind of super-person. A few believe God is another word for nature. And nature turns out to mean just about anything they happen not to understand or feel in control of. Some say God is a spirit, a force, and ultimate reality. Ask seven people what all of that means and you'll get seven different answers. So what is God? Just another name for whatever makes you feel special and protected? There's a big, early-season storm blowing itself out in the Gulf of Mexico. It's bounced around the Gulf, killing people from Florida to Texas and down into Mexico. There are over 700 known dead so far. One hurricane. And how many people has it hurt? How many are going to starve later because of destroyed crops? That's nature. Is it God? Most of the dead are the street poor who have nowhere to go and who don't hear the warnings until it's too late for their feet to take them to safety. Where's safety for them anyway? Is it a sin against God to be poor? We're almost poor ourselves. There are fewer and fewer jobs among us, more of us being born, more kids growing up with nothing to look forward to. One way or another, we'll all be poor someday. The adults say things will get better, but they never have. How will God—my father's God—behave toward us when we're poor? Is there a God? If there is, does he (she? it?) care about us? Deists like Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson believed God was something that made us, then left us on our own way.

Octavia Butler ֍ Parable of the Sower (1993)

[miloeatsrocks]

:3

[gerardexplain]

If We're Not Careful, We'll Turn Into Catholics is indeed Interlude it seems

yes, i think you're right since the blog post does say it's the final tracklist! i also found this pic of an insert that comes with the vinyl that shows the title was "if we're not careful, we'll turn into alcoholics," before "alcoholics" was crossed out and replaced with "catholics" lol

[earlycuntsets]

Working titles for Three Cheers songs

"If we're not careful, we'll turn into catholics" wins me

Left is from mcr's 2004 website, right is from Howard Benson according to OP on reddit.

[kradnie]

"if we're not careful we'll turn into Catholics" <- true i am now on catholic Tumblr

the normal ones not the conservative ones at least

[celebratethebadtimes]

Still love "if we're not careful, we'll turn into catholics"

Track list and lyric sheets handwritten by Gerard Way from the Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge 2008 vinyl release 🩸 #Revenge20