Stories For MCR
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: my MCR story is this.[ps, i have put this in another person's ask already, but they got offfline while i was typing it and this ones a little different cuz i dont remember exactly what i typed in the other one.]
I learned about the band back when I was 8 years old because Dead was on guitar hero. I really liked the song, and I've always been very shy about singing, yet I often found myself singing it out loud. I looked up a few other songs on youtube[all from tbp, i was not good at searching songs, and i only knew about tbp then], and i really liked them. I got the Black Parade CD for christmas when I was 9. That day when I got it, I was listening to it nonstop, including when I went to my grandparents house. While I was there listening to it on my little cd player, my uncle asked to see the case. Not thinking anything of it, I handed it to him. He looked at it, saw the explict content sticker, and started saying 'you shouldnt be listening to this crap' and things like that. I got really upset about it, especily because that cd had been making me feel good about myself since I began listening to it, and I was being told that it was crap. I told my parents, and they said to brush it off, they said that they didnt care if I listened to it, so niether should my uncle. Sadly, that didnt help. I started getting depressed and upset that my uncle was mad at me for my music choices. It got to the point that I hid the cd from myself so that I wouldnt listen to it. I didnt listen to it for over a year, and it was hell. I tried to listen to other bands, but none of them made me feel like MCR did. I had forgoten about them for a while, and I had kept feeling like something was missing. I found the CD again when I was 11. Remembering how much I had liked it back then, and not caring what others thought, I popped it into my radio and started listening, to find out that It was more amazing than I remembered. One of the missing pieces of my mind was found. Since then, I looked up the rest of the songs, and their music has helped me through a lot. Sometimes, my friends will talk crap about MCR to my face, just to make me upset, and I hate it so much. I don't think they would say that if they really knew how much they mean to me, how many times they've stopped me from hurting myself. MCR helps me believe that I AM worth it, and that the teasing and mean things people say about me dont matter. They help me through the day, and I cannot live without them. They are my savior.<3
That is my MCR story. Its not as touching or interesting as some of the others, but its Me. thank you for taking the time to read this. xo Jinxy <3
It doesn’t need to be a huge sob fest, as long as it’s yours :]
: I met gerard in '06 i believe. it was at the last show at the joe louis Arena in the winter time. i didnt have a backstage pass, and i was so bummed out when they told me i had to leave, so my mom and i waited outside with 40 other people near thethe tourbusses, after 2 hours, there was only 12 of us and our hands were getting frostbite and my mom wanted to leave, and right then, Gerard Came out with a body guard, and said he heard we were out here and that we must be freezing so he was willing to sign some things.he was my idol. and i always imagined all the things i'd say to him and how i wouldnt just be a stupid groupy fan girl, but i got close to him and stopped breathing and said "can you sign my tye?" and "can i get a hug?" And i got them both. And he smelled like Cigarettes,leather and After Shave. and i felt so infinite.It was perfect. he wasnt an asshole.It just made me adore him a bit more.
D’aw, this is my friend Alicia guys :]
: Also once when I was vsiting London I got SO many looks at my Mikey Fuckin Way shirt, one guy came up to me, pointed at it and literally shoutd 'WHAT'
Another dude started singing WTTBP at me.
Lame stories but yeah.
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: A short and nothing close to be a deep story:
Once I was at the market and MCR was on a TV. I had to control my scream, I got pale and started to shake. Everyone was looking at me, but I didn't care.
It's a lame story, but it's fun for me to remember XD