I'm Letting This Whole Event Affect Me More Than It Should But I'm Kinda Crying At Reading This Now

Aww kewl :D

I also just listened to Welcome to the Black Parade lol

MakeDamnSure: Taking Back Sunday

Headfirst for Halos - Live at Starland Ballroom: My Chemical Romance

Knives and Pens: Black Veil Brides

Circles: Pierce the Veil

@roughbuddy @chelseaaaasmile @anglptera @clownosaurus @arkhams-princess

List 5 songs you like to listen to, then publish this and send this ask to the last 5 people in your notifs 🎶

ok then! :3

The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You - My chem

The Sharpest Lives- my chem :3

DESTROYA- my chem (no not because of the moaning)

Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In! -will wood

FIRE4FUN - Jhariah

since I’d rather not go into peoples asks who most likely have never even interacted with me, I’ll @ them! @forgivemeiamoldbutstillachild @joey-regrets-nothing @artiepoison @barton-n-bishop @give-them-hell

LET’S FREAKING GOOO :D

Tysm to @butterfrogsayshi for the files!!!

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can we recreate mishapocalypse but with a gerard way pfp on march 22nd to summon MCR5 pretty pretty please

I nominate this to be the chosen pfp but up for other suggestions

Random Life Things and Stuff #2

was listening to danger days. now have the urge to do the following in that exact order:

-Cut my hair and dye it bright purple and neon green or some shit

-Poorly cut the sleeves off of my MCR shirts

-Cover the world in paint bombs

-Set the paint on fire, so now the world is on fire

-raid a bunch of McDonalds' (is there a correct plural form?) for the Happy Meal toys

-Hijack a helicopter, and rain down all the Happy Meal toys while blasting Danger Days

-Let the aliens discover our dear planet, which is now on fire and covered in Happy Meal toys

-Let them shoot me up with a bunch of cool looking lasers from their UFOs

-Die in one huge fucking laser blast, as my reign of chaos goes out in glory

Thank you for this information that nobody needed and have a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is

Why I'm bitches: I've now made it my daily thing to show my friend pictures of Gee everyday and be like, "Hey guys daily pictures of my wife he's so beautiful <3". But it's okay though because he agrees with me and is now trying to steal my wife. Despite being a homosexual.

Bitches will say "I miss my wife" and then show you a picture of Gerard Way

HELP I was watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade and there was a Wednesday float and those MOTHERFUCKERS started playing Welcome to the Black Parade and I physically reacted like dude I didn’t think getting g-noted by the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade would be on my 2024 bingo card but alright

Happy Thanksgiving :D

repost this if you were a fan of three cheers for sweet revenge before the deluxe version comes out

OKAY SOME ACTUAL ANGEL ON YOUTUBE UPLOADED THE WHOLE ALBUM THANK GOD AND OMG I'M DYING IT'S SO AHHH I'M HEARING THINGS THAT I COULDN'T HEAR BEFORE I AM SHAKINGGGGGGGGG SPECIFICALLY THIS ONE PART IN I'M NOT OKAY WHICH I COULD ONLY EVER HEAR WHEN I SANG THE SONG ON ROCK BAND 3 AND I'M LOSING MY SHIT OH M GOD THEY ADDED THE TRANSITION FOR GHOST OF YOU RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.

I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”

I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.

The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”

Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.

The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”

I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.

Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.

It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.

I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.

She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)

We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?

My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.

So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.