through fortune & flame

stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day

guess what post just got read aloud in poetry club tonite by an unknowing club member as I watched on in terror

sylvia is a nurse she makes gerard call her doctor because she likes ittttt

not to sound crazy about it but ive never stopped thinking about ray getting the band to stargaze while driving across the desert + so many characters in lltbp looking up at the sky in moments of melancholy and reflection... rays fingerprints are all over gerards creation because of course they are

okay but what DO casual mcr fans who haven’t been following the tour make of the moment when the giant ominous vaguely-Soviet orb spits out a puppet and everyone cheers?

first band to ever go tip to tip on a gurney

holy shit she just ripped out his fucking heart

theyre not on yet. @ mamdani do something