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happiest of birthdays to the man who almost didn’t let my chemical romance get called my chemical romance because he wanted to be sure they were worthy

i don’t even have a sense of humor anymore all i know is make abstract text posts about my chemical romance

i feel like as a frank stan i don’t make fun of him nearly as much as i could be... but at the same time what can i say?

mans is my height

we’re both from jersey can’t use that

i also scream and play guitar

so... haha he’s a scorpio?

AAAAAAAAAAA

bullets is a pumpkin spice latte change my mind

as it turns out, i am actually my chemical romance’s second biggest simp bc kerrang! will forever be in first place

good evening i’m bawling at this ! i always interpreted it as like ...’ if all they want is to kill the idol, to kill the mask, let them. die with the mask on. let them get what they think they want, because being a killjoy has nothing to do with the mask you wear, it’s the spirit of revolution that lives on well past your final breath.’

ok i said i was gonna say a thing so here’s me saying it even tho i’ll probably say it all wrong BUT ANYWAY

The interpretation of Traffic Report is all in the inflection. The saying “Die with your mask on if you’ve got to” in fact implies that the killjoy way, the norm if you will, is to die WITHOUT your mask on. Which only makes sense.

If you know you’re on a halohead mission, you take that thing off. You have nothing left to hide, nothing left to lose. You show your true face, one last act of defiance before you go down in laserfire and glory.

In Traffic Report, Dr D isn’t saying you better die with your mask on. He’s saying if death comes too quick for you to get your mask off, it’s okay.

“Die with your mask on — if you’ve got to.”

That’s why the four weren’t wearing their masks on the Sing mission. They already knew it was their last.

Reblog if you are 100% okay with a transgender person correcting you if you accidentally misgender them or use their dead name.

my chemical romance fans see approximately seven pixels bouncing around on their screen and go

‘wow doesn’t frank look great here?’

just remembered the existential crisis i forgot i was having

time to listen to drugstore perfume