The Person I Reblogged This From Deserves To Be Happy

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

I'm Scared You Guys

So I am unfortunately an American citizen (although I'm giving up that status in a few years), so I am currently going through the burning hell known as the election. I hate politics, so I obviously hate this, but I definitely do have a side which I would prefer to win. I'm not gonna say which side I want to win because this is a very chill Tumblr blog and I don't wanna bring up politics, but I still need to talk about this. No matter who wins, there will be an angry side who's gonna do bad shit. I am afraid of the aforementioned bad shit. Tomorrow will be an apocalypse. Non-Americans on Tumblr, have fun seeing the shitshow on the news tomorrow. Americans, have fun experiencing the shitshow tomorrow. Good luck to us all, because it's all gonna freaking suck.

Someone help me I cannot explain it but I love this specific dumbass hairstyle so much.

why does it make him transcend gender I need answers what is this feeling

genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat

I am too stupid to actually think of something to contribute to this theory but it does make sense to me 🤔

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE THEORY

I THINK I KNOW WHO THE OPERA WOMAN IS!!!!!!!!

so if you haven't listened to mama, or if you haven't seen the trailer titled "opera" then i suggest going and doing that first, because these will be the center of my theory, however i am going to paste images of what im talking about here, so you can get away without it.

the facts

now mama by my chem is about a soldier with a strained relationship with his mother and trying to apologize before he dies, we can glean this from these particular lines

and of course the mother feels the same way

and this line is specifically delivered with a classical singing style, you know what's a classical singing style

opera.

and this woman

looked like she was going to sing opera to the men in front of her, and her mouth made the movement, but instead we hear a distorted semi terrifying scream instead.

we also know that this city got destroyed in a war, but the question is a war with who?

now i specifically want to draw attention to the phrase "starved to death in a land of plenty"

in the words of MoonBoots4600 on reddit "Its actually a direct copy of a banner carried in the 1931 Unemployed March when families were dying despite being in the "land of the free""

(original banner)

the new tour trailer have imagery reminiscent of fascism, if this fascist government was limiting people rights, and causing the death and starvation of civilians, there would be an uprising? would there not. so i prepouse this.

the theory

i believe that the mother of the narrator in mama is actually the opera woman. the opera woman works for the government, and the son is apart of the rebellion. when the son dies this affect the rebellion strongly, and the mother must report this to the men seen in the video. the screaming is a metaphor for her grief as she tell the government what has happened, despite her neutral expression, she is angered for her son has died.

(i normally don't ask for reblogs but on this i am begging, i need people to see this and give me some second opinions. please reblog)

The gender just ain't gendering duuuuude

I wore a skirt today for the first time in a while, and the whole day, I started feeling so off. Also I was wearing my Batman shirt that's just like...tighter on the chest. And also studded belt because that thing is cool and is the love of my life. Anyways, I thought the outfit was cute this morning, but as the day went on, I felt more and more like...just really weird, like something felt wrong. And so I sat down, and I was like, "Girl why you don't feel so girl...man...". Idk how to explain it, but I felt a lot like a girl, and I hated that feeling. Now, I've never really questioned my gender identity too much, just that I'm not totally like stereotypically feminine. But today was just too much, and as soon as I got my ass home, I had to get out of those clothes. I looked in the mirror, and I felt sick seeing the fact that I had tits. Like I wanted to chop them off right then and there, they just didn't feel right to me. Immediately remembered that one time for funsies, I saved this video to my "Watch Later" playlist on YouTube about hiding your chest without a binder. I didn't feel okay until I looked in the mirror, with some shit to compress away my chest as much as possible and this men's hoodie I had, where finally, there was no shape over my chest. Also changed to baggy pants because that felt better too.

I really need to restate the fact that I've never thought too hard about whether or not I felt like a girl. I just kinda rolled with it cuz I didn't care too much. But suddenly today, I don't know if it was the clothes I was wearing, or if something in my brain just clicked. My body just feels wrong now, and I don't know what this feeling is. I know the concept of gender dysphoria, as I'm friends with trans people, and I see them online. I'm just not sure if what it is I'm feeling is gender dysphoria or what, all I know is that I hate these fucking curves on my body and I want them gone. I don't know what the hell I am, but whatever it is, I don't want it to be a girl. It just feels really wrong right now, and I know I keep using that as a phrase, but I don't know how else to explain the feeling. Whatever body I'm in right now is just not me, but I'm not currently in a position where I can do anything about that, and I feel like I'm dying when I can feel the literal weight on my chest (I say that like there's a lot there, but not really, I've never fucking measured, but there is some there), or when I look down and there's a visible shape there.

What the actual fuck is going on I hate this

ANYWAY THAT'S ALL BYEEEE

So guess who came out to their counselor/therapist lady today like 10 minutes before my session was over :D I'm so silly. She was mid-Starbucks-sip when I was like, "Oh yeah, I'm probably not straight", and she paused and was like, "What?" while trying not to choke on her Starbucks it was great. I spent those remaining 10 minutes explaining and she was like, "You need to stop dropping bombs when we're about to finish 😭". I luv her so much.

Thank you @danielhowell and @amazingphil for being the ones that I blamed when she asked how I realized this, the coming out videos literally gave me that clarity that was like, "Shit, it was not a phase". Specifically, Dan talking about the word queer and fuck labels was great because I was like, "OH MY GOD WAIT THAT'S LITERALLY ME hold up."

Also thank you to Petekey and Fall Out Boy, because I also blamed Bang The Doldrums on my realization. It was great because I had to explain the whole concept of Petekey to her in like 30 seconds

Lmao that was both stress inducing and hilarious. Technically I think my bio said it first so Tumblr was the first place I came out? Good job y'all, my counselor was the third person I told.

I'm realizing y I luv Bang the Doldrums so much??

So I went on another session of putting Bang the Doldrums on repeat and read a post about it when I just suddenly realized something. This song reminds me of my relationship with my ex. We were best friends, then we dated, then once we parted we weren't such good friends anymore. I mean, we were still best friends but something was different. And the whole part during the bridge from "The tombstones were waiting; They were half engraved; They knew it was over; Just didn't know the date" fits perfectly because we realized that this wasn't gonna last I guess. And I didn't cast a spell over the west but dude I was literally praying to the God I don't even believe in to make them think of me the same way I think of them.

There's more shit I could explain but y'all do not care and I'm just shitposting so anyway thank you for coming to my TED talk :D

I love my PE teacher

So me and my friend kept joking in our PE class about suddenly playing emo music while we were doing weights in PE. We jokingly asked our teacher last week, and her, being the awesome millenial ex-emo she is, agreed. So this week in the middle of weights my friend reminded her, and yk what she played? “Welcome To The Black Parade”. Imagine getting G-noted by your PE teacher while doing weights. I dramatically crumpled to the floor at that first note and hurt my knee. Totally worth it.

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?