Jul 11
I have no words.
what did we all just collectively witness
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I have no words.
what did we all just collectively witness
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Mikey’s fuckin ready is barely there but it is
fuck????
Alright last thing before I yeet my phone across the room so I can go to bed:
FRANKLIN CHRISTOPHER IERO THE THIRD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT B-STAGE SETLIST
hiii i'm trying to catch up on things that happened at the last show + saw your rb of the post that's like "you're pretty sure it's you but it's weak it's broken and it's covered in gasoline" - what was the context of that in the show???? i'm seeing in the notes that it was a lyric change somewhere but no one's saying what song it was in lol (if you don't feel like answering this no worries hope ur having a very mcr day!)
it's not lyrics, it's part of the narrator's dialogue before famous last words! I haven't seen last night's show yet but on the surface it doesn't seems like there was any difference to me
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I FUCKING PREDICTED THIS ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS PLAY VAMPIRE MONEY NOW
“You disgust me.” twistedfortune/Valjean @ Tholomyès; honestly any version of both of them could go this way but double vampires would be fun
@reverdies
“I…” The way Tholomyès’ mouth opened and closed lent him a certain resemblance to a fish out of water. When he recovered his voice, it was dripping with self-pity, “I didn’t want this.” He adjusted his jacket in a pale imitation of righteous indignation. “I didn’t want any of this!”
Not that anyone had asked. No one ever asked. Tholomyès hung his head with a sigh. Even he had to concede his performance was less than convincing. He and Valjean both knew he had earned his damnation. To hell with it all. “…I miss the sun.”