Science of MCR

It's obvious they were beautiful young boys with great on-stage chrisma and energy, alongside with powerful music, meaningful lyrics and a theatrical appearance, but what is it that makes them march throught the Internet, 16 years later?

[spoiler]Nostalgia[/spoiler]

absolutely

Also falling out of main stream andhaving less noise about them, which means you can look at their work more objectively without the hype you realize it's actually really good, like Black Parade is genuinely a good album

The fact that Three Cheers For Revenge was made. Also Gerad Way is THE husbandu.

nostalgic millennials

i love them

I love you can I get your contact info? I know it's early but I REALLY REALLY love you user.

The only right answer

>you will never hug Gerad Way and have him talk to you about your first menstruation for the preparation of taking your virginity as he sings you love songs so it doesn't hurt during your first time
why is the world so unfair

idk maybe they actually made good stuff

I'm a 20 y/o non-American and I found out about them literally a month ago, never heard a song before. The first thing I saw was Famous Last Words and I watched it with my mouth open, I don't even remember blinking. I never came across a band that is so alternative and pop at the same time. They are loud but harmonious and have all the right assets.
I was really confused why Sup Forums shits on them, but I realized that they just come across as too young so maybe people don't get them as seriously as they would if they were a bit more 'masculine' or whatever.

their guitarist is a monster

what kind.of fantasies do you have user

which one? they are both insane guitarists but Frank Iero is a beast on stage, even as a solo artist

Frank Iero! I was trying to play the solo to You Know What they Do to Guys Like us In Prison and I almost cried from frustration.

The good kind that should fucking happen
>you will never have your butt raided by gerad way as he tells you "you know what we do to guys like you in prison"
it's fucking bullshit user

07764lonely

baby pls why are you playing hard to get?

Frank was late. Again. And he wished he had some sort of hardcore reason for it, one that would fit his image. Everybody saw Frank as this cool, reckless and probably really ignorant dude, which, admittedly, had its pros and cons. His friends saw him like this and celebrated him like a hero for it. The girls saw him like this and adored him for it. His parents also did, and they ignored him for it, most of the time. And, last and yes, definitely least, his teachers also did. And they hated him for it. And Frank hated them back. Which is why Frank was impressed with himself for actually making an effort to hurry along the corridor leading to the classroom instead of spending a chill day at home.

Usually, Frank wouldn’t give a shit. He probably would have stayed in bed to watch some crappy TV show, jerk off, maybe go out to meet some of his friends later. So what if his teachers got mad, what if his fucking parents got informed, or even the principal? What if Frank was given lots of extra homework or detention? He had other, way more important things to do, and wasn’t doing shit only because teachers wanted him to. Frank was seventeen, that was almost eighteen, and therefore he was independent. He didn’t need other adults to tell him what to do to become something in life because he already was something.

Instead of a “hardcore reason”, the actual issue why he was about to turn up late for the third time this week (and it was only Thursday) was because his alarm clock wasn’t working. It just wouldn’t ring anymore, and each morning Frank would wake up more than half an hour late, then phone an unemployed friend, waking him too in the process, and ask for a ride to school. Luckily he could find a merciful soul every day and get to school sort of in time, nobody had ever made a big deal out of him turning up 10 minutes later than he was supposed to. Riding the car instead of the bus did save some time. Today, however, he had overslept an entire hour. Which is why he had basically skipped the entire first period and was about to interrupt the second – English Literature with Mr. Way.

Mr. Way, to say the least, was an asshole. He was arrogant and way too smart to be so fucking good-looking, and he was smug, and the worst about him was that he was aware of the fact that all girls pined for him, and he enjoyed it a lot. Hell, even Frank thought he was handsome, and Frank wasn’t gay, for fuck sake. Mr. Way always made those stupid ass jokes nobody really found funny – nobody could be able to find them funny because Mr. Way’s humor was lame. as. hell. Yet all the girls would laugh whenever he said something in that stupid, presumably supposed to sound charming voice, and his eyes would dart around the classroom expectantly to see if anyone got his super clever pun or reference.

Frank shoved his thoughts about how stupid Mr. Way actually was aside when he reached the classroom, knowing he would have enough time to silently rant about him the next 40 minutes, and opened the door. As expected, all students’ eyes were on him and Frank found himself smirking at the attention. He greeted his friends with a short gesture of his hand and went to sit at his desk, not bothering to look up at Mr. Way who had stopped speaking when Frank had entered.

Frank threw his shit on the desk, crossed his fingers behind his neck and closed his eyes, imagining he was somewhere else. A club with hot chicks, or at a concert, or-

“Frank.”

His eyes shot open and he stared at Mr. Way, who suddenly wasn’t at his desk anymore, but right the fuck in front of him, his face so close to Frank’s that he could see the small blood vessels in his eyes, the thin hairs between his eyebrows, feel his surprisingly minty breath on his face. How could he even lean forward that far? He had to be bent over the desk like some whore, and Frank found himself oddly entertained at the thought of Mr. Way bending over desks. Or, bending over in general.

“What?” he huffed out, hoping his roughness would make his teacher go away.

“I was asking how your family celebrates Thanksgiving, Frank. Do you visit your relatives, or do your relatives come to visit you?”

The class giggled, of course, they did, and Frank found himself confused. And angry at himself, because he’d let himself be confused.

“You… what?”

Mr. Way rolled his eyes and huffed, finally standing upright again and giving Frank his personal space back. Thank fuck. “I want to know what made you turn up late, and an apology, obviously. What else would I want from you after you turn up almost half an hour late to my lesson?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow.

Frank groaned and raked a hand through his hair as he desperately tried to come up with a good excuse. Like, an exciting excuse. One that wouldn’t make him admit he had overslept, because that was just… lame.

“Well?” Mr. Way asked when Frank didn’t say anything.

“Why do you care?” Frank spat defensively.

“I will say this again, but only because I’m your teacher and I’m getting paid to get some knowledge into clueless people’s brains like yours. This is my lesson. You are my student. I have the right to know why you didn’t manage to make it on time, clearly you must agree. Or do you have any questions I didn’t consider?”

And there was it again, the smugness in his stupid, way too smooth voice. Frank felt the strong urge to shove his fist into his teacher’s mouth to make him stop talking to him like Frank was fucking scum or something, but instead he dug his fingers into his hair and forced a bittersweet smile onto his face, knowing it would probably, hopefully, make Mr. Way furious to see he could also play his little game. “Oh, there are lots of things you didn’t consider,” Frank started, enjoying the surprised expression on his teacher’s face. “For example, let me think… I don’t care. I don’t care who you are, or what you think you need to teach me because you sure as hell don’t know anything that could catch my interest.”

“Your grades show that, Frank,” Mr. Way stated with a smirk, then turned around and relaxedly walked back to his desk at the front. Frank was almost too busy staring at the way his ass moved in those black, and honestly way too tight pants, to notice all his classmates gazing at him. Almost. But once he had noticed, all he had to do was shrug and smirk and they looked away, some of them appeased, some critical about his behavior.

They are like music whores, that's why. 2006-2008 emo shit. Afterwards - trancecore or something like that, which was popular in those times. Black parade is an awesome album, which ruined by emo lyrics.

but why are ypu posting this

Because i want to and i'll continue doing so

MCR's first album was actually pretty good. It was pure, unadulterated emo. These guys were also one of the first few bands to get super popular through the internet. They were pretty big on myspace IIRC. That's probably why their image and fanbase alienated so many people. I originally stopped listening to them because of their cancerous fanbase.

I wonder what happened to all those emofags from the 2000s. Some of my friends from high school that listened to MCR listen to Twenty One Pilots and The Front Bottoms now.

>hey guys MCR makes good music, not that I like it, in fact I hate it, but man that's a quality album, I would know too since I've been listening to it for the last ten years, but man what a buncha fags amirite! Only major fags would listen to this fag music yuck! Not me though, I listen to cool music on Sup Forums because I'm sophisticated and intelligent

This thread is fucking hilarious. Just admit it you faggots, you still unironically enjoy the teen-girl pop that enraptured you in your teens.

skip to the sex bit

>twenty one pilots
Does Sup Forums really enjoy that typical pop? I don't have anything against them, it just means they are gonna be played everyday everywhere you go. I just can't consider pop music good cause of that

He could feel his teacher’s movements becoming erratic as he kept panting and groaning behind Frank. Unexpectedly he pulled out of his ass quickly, making Frank mewl at the sudden loss, then his hand was in Frank’s hair and yanking him up just to push him down onto the floor by his shoulders. Frank went without thinking about it and ended up kneeling in front of Mr. Way. He looked up to see his cock right above him, getting pumped furiously, its tip pointed towards Frank’s mouth. His teacher’s face was red and sweaty, he was biting his lip as strained moans slipped from his lips. Frank’s tired cock gave a twitch at the sight and he opened his mouth by instinct. That’s what the girls in the porn he liked to watch did most of the time when guys were about to come on their faces, so he figured Mr. Way would enjoy it, too. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as his teacher’s noises grew more desperate and needy, and suddenly Frank wanted to taste him so bad. He wanted to feel his cum on his tongue and swallow it all down to be the good boy Mr. Way wanted him to be, he wanted to make up for his terrible behavior.

“Better fucking close your eyes-” Mr. Way breathed out. Frank had barely time to follow his orders before he could hear him groan especially loudly, and then something hot and sticky landed on his cheek. And his chin and his eyebrow, Frank opened his mouth wider to be able to catch some of it. The next spurt landed on Frank’s nose and then, finally, he could feel a thick drop on his lip, and his tongue.

“God, you look so fucking hot. Stay just like that. Don’t move,” he could hear Mr. Way moan out. He opened his eyes quickly, his mouth still open and the unfamiliar taste slowly spreading over his tongue. It was bitter and not what he had expected at all, but it was good. He wanted more.

He watched as Mr. Way got a phone out of the pants he had never taken off and realized he was about to take a picture of him like this. Frank panicked but Mr. Way just shook his head with a fond smile, and before Frank could even close his mouth he had already snapped a photo.

“Okay, now swallow. And suck my cock clean, little whore, you want it all, don’t you?”

Frank nodded and closed his mouth with a sigh, then finally swallowed his teacher’s cum. Hesitantly he opened his mouth again when Mr. Way was nudging his wet tip against his lips. Frank took his slowly softening member into his mouth and sucked him dry, his tongue licking over the slit to gather it all. He saw Mr. Way take another picture of him with his dick in his mouth. It made him feel exposed and used, but to his own surprise, he liked it. With a smirk, he pulled off gently and looked up at his teacher expectantly.

"Definitely gonna use that later." Mr. Way stuffed his phone back in his pocket and tucked himself back in his pants with a groan. “Okay, I will untie you now, but only if you are a good boy, okay? No attacking your teacher, no running away and telling lies about him raping you. Do you understand?” he asked him, staring down at him with an intense gaze that made Frank’s stomach tingle.

He nodded and hurried to answer. “Yes, Mr. Way.”

This thrrad is actually 90% people who actually enjoy MCR

nice thank i cumed pants

“That means you won’t tell your parents,” he continued strictly. “Or the police. Or your friends. Or another teacher, or a stranger you just met. Nobody. Don’t even write it down somewhere. It’ll be our secret. If you don’t tell anybody, I will keep the photos I just took to myself. But if you do, these photos will go public. And trust me, you look more than consenting in them. You look like the hungry little whore you really are, Frank. You wouldn’t want your mom to see that, hm? Your dad?”

“No, sir,” Frank said in hushed tones, hoping he would sound sincere. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“You better not.” Mr. Way pulled him up by his shirt and spun him around so quickly Frank felt dizzy again. Then he felt him loosen the tie around his wrists. The blood shot back into his hands and he flexed his fingers gratefully, groaning at the feeling.

“Here.” He handed him the tie and a tissue so he could wipe the cum off his face, then went over to the door to unlock it. “Remember, nobody. Okay?”

“Nobody,” Frank repeated as he pulled his pants up. He suddenly felt weirdly empty looking into his teacher's almost emotionless face. Silently, and with a heavy heart, he got dressed and went over to his bag that had fallen to the floor when Mr. Way had tackled Frank. He grabbed it and looked up at Mr. Way insecurely, watching him walk back to his desk to gather his own bag for a moment with his bottom lip between his teeth.

“What?” Mr. Way barked. He had thrown his bag over his shoulder and went back to the door when Frank merely shrugged.

“Mr. Way, wait,” Frank suddenly burst out. His teacher turned around and eyed Frank in surprise, but the student could sense impatience in his face.

“Yeah?”
:O

“You...” Frank started, stepping closer. He didn’t know what he wanted to say, just anything that would make the awful empty feeling inside of him go away. His ass hurt when he moved, his cheeks but also inside. He hissed quietly. “You… just took my virginity.”

Mr. Way nodded. “I know. Do you expect me to thank you?”

“No, I-I...” Frank found himself at a loss for words. He looked at Mr. Way beggingly, hoping he would understand. But he either didn’t want to, or just really didn’t know what Frank wanted because he just kept staring at him with a frown, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Frank, I want to go home now. Say what you have to say.”

“Yes, sir.” Frank shuffled closer insecurely. “Just… uh. Kiss me? I d-don’t know, I feel weird. I- I need… affection. Please.”

Mr. Way chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. “Frank, you do realize that this wasn’t about… love or anything, right? I fucked you because you deserved it. And because you’re kinda hot.”

Frank gulped but forced himself to smile and nod. “Yes, I know. Just… I feel weird. Please, sir? I need to feel… something.”

“Aw, you’re adorable. It’s funny to see all you needed was a good fuck to come to your senses, kid.” Mr. Way placed a hand on the back of Frank’s neck and pulled him up to kiss him softly. Frank mewled and reciprocated quickly, his own hands coming up to stroke Mr. Way’s shoulders hesitantly. He darted his tongue out to meet Mr. Way’s, and for a while they remained like this, moving slowly. It was short and nowhere near as passionate as the sex they had just had, but enough for the moment. Mr. Way was pulling away short after and gave Frank a weird smile before continuing to head for the door.

“Is… is this going to happen again?” Frank asked breathlessly, forcing the words out quickly before Mr. Way could open the door.

“If you're a bad boy again, Frankie,” his teacher answered after a couple of seconds. He turned around to give Frank a smirk that made his knees go weak, and Frank could only nod and stutter out a quick “Thank you.” before Mr. Way left.

Frank followed Mr. Way out of the classroom a couple of minutes later after having caught his breath and went down the corridor on shaky legs. His head was a mess, lots of endless questions were spinning around in it, doubts and assumptions. And memories that kept making him horny. Horny and embarrassed, but for some reason, Frank was okay with both. He wasn’t even worried about those pictures Mr. Way had taken of him, he knew he wouldn’t use them against Frank unless Frank would mess up. Which he promised himself he wouldn’t

was this meant for female or male audience?

>having a tiny dick

r u a gril?

pls respond

Do Americans really listen to this shit?

>dissing america
We're literally top shit right now you wish you were us you fucking poofter

ye

This, and im not even American.