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After a day of eating my feelings and trying to put off the inevitable, i decided to make this post. I know a lot of you guys have already made posts about this, but i just couldn't bring myself to read them all, so i apologise if i basically repeat what you've said.
The saddest thing about all of this i think, is that we kind of all knew that MCR were going to end, or at least go on hiatus for a while. But (idk about you guys, but at least i felt that) no one was really expecting this. I thought that Gerard was going to focus on comic books for a while, Frank and Dewees were doing Death Spells, Mikey was (hopefully) going to sort his relationships out and Ray was going to carry on being a social enigma (srsly, he never tells us what he's doing). I know they are all doing those things and i'm happy for them, but to know that they're *never* going to be a band again. It's just depressing. (Also as someone who has never seen them live, i am particularly saddened by this). And i am aware they could reunite in 10 years, but it won't be the same.
I've been worrying about the fandom all day. I know that you guys will still continue to be in this fandom, (or at least i hope you will) the FOB hiatus has shown me how persistently fannish you all are. :) But i can't help but feel like after a month or two some of you won't want to be here anymore. And this scares me more than you know; i just got here. After two years i finally plucked up the courage to talk to all of you lovely people, and i don't want that to go to waste.
This news will most likely hit my creativity hard in terms of writing, but i haven't been writing much anyway, so it's pretty much a moot point. I'm just not ready for this; for such a change in fandom. I'm still struggling through irl things at the moment and for my main and (pretty much) only fandom to get hit as hard as this; it's going to be pretty horrible.
But as ever we're all going through this together. I have hugs for all of you if you need them and we'll all be fine if we keep going.
So, yeah. Those are my thoughts. Now i'm going to eat a plate of garlic bread whilst my parents sing drunkenly to Barry White downstairs. What is my life?
xoxo
The saddest thing about all of this i think, is that we kind of all knew that MCR were going to end, or at least go on hiatus for a while. But (idk about you guys, but at least i felt that) no one was really expecting this. I thought that Gerard was going to focus on comic books for a while, Frank and Dewees were doing Death Spells, Mikey was (hopefully) going to sort his relationships out and Ray was going to carry on being a social enigma (srsly, he never tells us what he's doing). I know they are all doing those things and i'm happy for them, but to know that they're *never* going to be a band again. It's just depressing. (Also as someone who has never seen them live, i am particularly saddened by this). And i am aware they could reunite in 10 years, but it won't be the same.
I've been worrying about the fandom all day. I know that you guys will still continue to be in this fandom, (or at least i hope you will) the FOB hiatus has shown me how persistently fannish you all are. :) But i can't help but feel like after a month or two some of you won't want to be here anymore. And this scares me more than you know; i just got here. After two years i finally plucked up the courage to talk to all of you lovely people, and i don't want that to go to waste.
This news will most likely hit my creativity hard in terms of writing, but i haven't been writing much anyway, so it's pretty much a moot point. I'm just not ready for this; for such a change in fandom. I'm still struggling through irl things at the moment and for my main and (pretty much) only fandom to get hit as hard as this; it's going to be pretty horrible.
But as ever we're all going through this together. I have hugs for all of you if you need them and we'll all be fine if we keep going.
So, yeah. Those are my thoughts. Now i'm going to eat a plate of garlic bread whilst my parents sing drunkenly to Barry White downstairs. What is my life?
xoxo
