Mcr And Fob Are Both Amazing Bands But Something Thats So Funny To Me Is That The Mcr Fandom Is So Lyric

mcr and fob are both amazing bands but something that’s so funny to me is that the mcr fandom is so lyric oriented, if you go to a concert everyone knows the words and can psychoanalyze them, then on the other end of the spectrum most people at fob concerts are probably singing the littlest pet shop theme song cause we don’t actually know what Patrick Stump saying but it’s okay cause it sounds cool

PLEASE READ THE ASH HOUSE! It’s a beautifully written horror/mystery surrounding a chronically ill boy who gets sent to a facility to recover, it’s wildly underrated and there’s not a dull moment. It’s genuinely my favorite book.

If you like post dystopia, action, superheros and well written romance (not queer, unfortunately) I’d highly recommend the renegades trilogy by Marisa Meyer, the main character is extremely well written and it’s such an exciting book.

I have so many reccs though, but these are the two that really stood out to me as stuff everyone needs to read, less niche than some of my other favorites.

what’s your favourite book and why should I read it? (please put answer in tags)

I feel like I’m on a fever dream episode of icarly that I was kidnapped onto. also my organs hurt and I’m shitting glitter.

mcr fan listens to 1d for the first time lets see how this goes

“being kind is free” yeah so is being a bastard

u wanna start a band??

hell yeah I do

Imposter syndrome

a jack of all trades is a master of none

I’m too multifaceted to commit to just one

but can the jack be a perfectionist too?

always trying to learn skills that he can never use

you chose your three subjects and I’ll learn from home

imperfect knowledge is all I’ve ever known

I’ll tell you about it, but not for very long

I’ll demonstrate with my only partially learnt song

I’m barely here, I am right on the cusp

I’m good at a lot but I’m not great at much

I can paint portraits but my hands still shake

the details are lost when they are what is at stake

so I’m the odd one out, so I’m the black sheep

I don’t make much sense,

I’m starting to loose sleep

I don’t fit into boxes, I can’t make my own

I am lost in the grey space, the unknown is my home

I don’t know who I am

I’m not sure if I’m nothing

I can’t do that much, I try to do something

look at my art

Look what I’ve done

“there’s plenty of potential that is wasted on this one”

some more poetry for you guys!! I wrote this drenched in rain after sneaking out my window at 3am, not my best work but pretty raw.