whenever they sang helena and i got to do the call and response in person i could feel the decades of tradition stretching out behind us, holding us tight. tethering us to the past and out into the future.
sometimes you’re a teenager hearing helena live on your cd player and gerard from 10 years ago asks you to respond so you sing back, and sometimes you’re an adult with gerard way 4 feet from your face and you sing WOAAAHHHH back to him with all your heart because he asked you to, just like he did on that old recording. and some day. we’ll both be older once again. and we’ll do the exact same thing
“He’s so extraordinarily striking-looking onscreen. You look at shots of him and you think, ‘My God, it’s so beautifully lit,’ and they go, ‘No, we haven’t started lighting yet.’ That’s just Cillian. He brings his own light”- Helen McCrory talking about Cillian Murphy.
What if they came back loving? What if they came back in love. What if the necromancy worked and you cheated death and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted, but now they love you in a way they never did before and you cannot know if that is because they finally know the lengths you are willing to go for them, or because something in this deathless magic bound their soul to yours to guide them home and it left them no. choice.
my toxic trait is thinking i could survive the byron-shelley friend group however. i think it would be much simpler than whatever i have been doing for the last 5 years
like i can swim so rescuing shelley from his biweekly drowning wouldn’t be a problem but imagine byron on instagram. a24 horror
