Showing posts with label MCRX. Show all posts
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MCRXSHIT


was this really necessary? didn't we suffer enough already? like, seriously, what did they think was gonna happen? this is like divorced parents telling you "we have something very special planned two months from now! it involves Disneyland...!", and you're all like "family vacation? ou, em, gee! mom and dad are getting back together!", and then it turns out you're the only one going to Disney because your parents actually want to enjoy their solo life without you being in the middle 24/7. happy birthday, kids.

i can almost hear Gerard over the phone with the marketing team, like "for fucks sake, just tell them we ain't getting back together so they don't hassle me at SDCC... i don't have time for this shit". and Frank staring at his phone screen like "da fuhk they asking me for? i haven't talk to Gerard in four years. stupid my chem marketing team are ruining my Death Spells tour promo... Jamiaaaaaaaa, why is this happening to me?! haven't i suffered enough?!", we got you beau, we got you. Mikey just being emo as fuck 'cause he never quite got over it. and Ray just being his awesome self: unfazed.

i mean, wasn't it easier to just say: "hey guys! given TBP's 10th anniversary is coming up, we decided to keep taking your money after death and release a special edition with never before seen (or heard! hahaha, we're so funny) material, including two extra seconds of silence before the hidden track "Blood" and a (almost) 10-year-old sketch of the black parade Gerard did on toilet paper (limited edition only!). enjoy.
p.s.: we don't give a shit if TBP was released on October, we're gonna celebrate the 9 years and 11 months of its release because we're so fabulous... muah, muah, kiss, kiss, xoxo."

well fuck you. fuck you hard.


(oh, and in case you couldn't tell: yes, i'm angry. do i have the right? probably not. am i gonna still be mad? you fucking bet i will. stupid fucking fuckers. marketing fucking people playing with fan's fucking feelings, fucking mother fuckers dickfaces!)

If you're listening to this... you're the Resistance.-

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MCRX

it all began when both official MCR's facebook and twitter changed their profile pics to this:



oh, and in case we weren't freaking out enough, they also changed the cover photo:


oh, oh, oh! there's also a video, to reinforce, you know?


ok. so... WHAT. i'm freaking OUT! like, my anxiety level was in between 500 and 1000 because of a final i've got coming up, but now it's like 9000! my heart is in fucking overdrive, my stomach is about to fall off my butt and i have a huge grin on my face like somehow i'm sure they're coming back.
man, i wish they are. the most popular conspiracy (?) says it's over The Black Parade's ten year anniversary. you know? for the X and all that. but why September? I mean, TBP was released October, 23rd, so if they're doing a special package or ten year anniversary merch or whatever the fuck i'm gonna end up spending all my money in, why set it out to SEPTEMBER, 23rd? i'm over thinking this, obviously, but in my little black MCR-to-the-end-fan of a heart i'm still hoping they get back together...
p.s.: i'm pretty sure September, twenty-something 2001 is when the band became the band. or at least when Gee first picked up the phone and called Ray... so maybe it's a 15 year anniversary... sweet, but doesn't explain de X... oh, well, all that's left is waiting.

If you're listening to this... you're the Resistance.-

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