Great job on coming back normal buddy!
this too
now picture the character powerless and afraid and losing all hope
what’s the point of giving your character severe trauma if it doesn’t make them an asshole to work with. not in a cute way. they should be a fucking cunt. they have to make problems on purpose. they have to lash out at their friends without even being provoked, just because they’re having a bad day and they want to hurt someone to cope with it. on purpose. they have to want to hurt someone on purpose. they can regret it later, but they can’t just say something mean on accident, it has to be calculated and cruel and so, so intentional.
gerard, flipping through a worn $200 notebook: okay so frankie tonight i'm gonna slit your throat and you'll die but you'll come back straight away and you'll be like *takes hit of strawberry vape* super shocked that you're alive and you'll be looking at us like you can't believe we're real maybe like we're gods or something y'know like we've opened your eyes to something beautiful. anyway what flavour fake blood do you want?
frank, harder than he's ever been in his life: ok
gerard, suddenly very serious: ray honey i have it in here that you're going to throw up when you walk on stage, i need you to come try these fake vomit recipes i think the soup and beans looks the best but it tastes kinda bad... do you think you could vomit for real?
gerard way: good morning, dear, time for our monthly tumblr briefing
mcr social media intern: alright so they popped off with the hot hot chicken lore. just absolutely ran with it
gw: hahaha yes i thought they would
mcrsmi: they immediately started saying hot hot chicken is staffed with mev clones
gw: what's mev again?
mcrsmi: most exalted vocalist. the chicken is also actually mev meat
gw: oh my how fun
mcrsmi: so people are coming up with anecdotes that the mev staff is often emotionally unstable
gw: i suppose that tracks
mcrsmi: some have latched on to the idea that mev clones jerk off onto their fries and call it ranch dressing
gw: *wide-eyed pause*
mcrsmi: do you fw with that
gw: do I what?
mcrsmi: do you fuck with that. do you like it
gw: oh I fuck about it immensely, yes
mcrsmi: im not a fan but only because im allergic to cum.
gw: *silence*
mcrsmi: oh so you're ok with your clones making their own brand of ranch dressing with a terrible taste but not with me oversharing?
gw: no I just got distracted thinking about other... bodily fluids
mcrsmi: oh vomit?
gw: you know about that huh
mcrsmi: not only you tweeted about it 15 years ago-
gw: *sighs* of course people remember that
mcrsmi: yeah the screenshots get passed around frequently. but also. does the name xboyherox ring a bell
gw: *squinting suspiciously* yes?
mcrsmi: someone found your and mikey's whole posting history from about 1998
gw: *eyes glazing over*
mcrsmi: ma'am?
gw: all of it?
mcrsmi: all of it.
gw: *deranged smile* EXCELLENT
mcrsmi: huh
gw: *writing furiously on notepad* ok see you next week *runs off*
mcrsmi: *opening ao3 on phone* this is the best job ever
getting lost in evil pervert fantasy warmly smiling and gently shutting my eyes in such a way that onlookers would assume I am reminiscing my favourite Christmas past
we can threaten violence against frank iero as much as we want but it genuinely makes me weepy how much he loves us. he tries so so hard to make every date feel special let’s all die
