this picture was taken two seconds early and I never took the second photo so it's just ,,,,,,,,,, uglie but here is my hair. it's been a year since I've dyed it purple so i decided to dye it purple again. knight bright purple motherfuckers !
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friday
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dec 26th, 2025
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7:37 PM / 19:37
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twitter
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mikey way @lexieway
Any of you coming to the show?
Josh 💕 @lexieslefthand (replying to @lexieway)
I TOOK A PLANE TO FUCKING BOSTON MASSACHUSETTS FOR YOU GUYS, YOU BETTER BE GRATEFUL FOR ME ! IVE BEEN WAITING IN THIS GODDAMN LINE FOR 13 HOURS JUST TO GET IN THE FRONT !
mikey way @lexieway
BITCH 13 HOURS??? I KNOW WE'RE PRETTY COOL TO SOME PEOPLE, BUT WE'RE NO MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE OR PARX !!
Josh 💕 @lexieslefthand
APPRECIATE ME !
mikey way @lexieway
YOU'RE FUCKING APPRECIATED MAN
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7:45 PM / 19:45
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"We're on," Mikey announced, standing up.
Everyone was dressed in a drastically different way, except for the colors. Kind of.
Mikey was dressed like a weird, gothic rapper? Very oversized black bomber jacket, a black guess jeans shirt, black high waisted ripped shorts, and black 2–inch platform combat boots. He even dyed his hair reddish–orange for today.
Raven, the exact opposite, in an red–orange sequin bomber jacket, a red–orange Cut Me Loose band tee, because narcissism, faux leather skinny jeans— (Y/N)'s jeans— and some black combat boots, which she also stole from (Y/N), and a red–orange guitar with a black pick guard.
Luna, looking like the pastel bitch she is, wore a pastel orange crop top with black high waisted jeans, some black and orange checkered low top vans, and a guitar to match Raven's exactly. That fucking pastel bitch.
Looking somewhat similar to Raven, (Y/N) had her orange–yellow leather jacket that Lexie gave her two christmases— that's a word, right?— ago, a black crop top, black booty shorts, yes, black thigh high boots, and finally, her glossy black bass, but with a marigold pick guard, because Raven loves to dress (Y/N) up as a thottie.
And finally, Mai with a black baseball tee with orange stripes on the sleeves, red–orange shorts, a red–orange tied on her right arm, one orange and one black high top converse, and the only thing she swears by, Tre Cool's signature zildjian drumsticks.
"Aren't you supposed to go out like, five minutes before us?" Mai snickered as Mikey turned around. "Oh. Right," he shrugged, turning back around, pulling his hood over his head.
As Mikey walked on stage, everyone assumed it was Raven, since he had his hood over his face, no instrument, and walked up to the center mic.
"Hey there," Mikey greeted in a deep voice, rolling up his sleeves.
The crowd of about 500 people erupted with "Hey"s, "Hi"s, "Hello"s, and "PLEASE ADOPT ME"s.
Yes, because the number one belated Christmas present your parents want is for the lead guitarist of a punk rock band to adopt their child, Mikey thought.
"I feel very uncomfortable with the way I look right now but Luna dressed me and wouldn't let me wear anything else. Anyway, some of you might know Awsten Knight from Waterparks," Mikey took a pause as the crowd erupted with mostly positive reactions. "Well anyway, him and I wrote a song as a joke a few nights ago, please dot take this seriously. Please."
I really fucking regret this, but who cares anymore? Mikey thought to himself.
Mikey ran his right hand through his purple hair as he looked backstage for a second to see Frank and Mai leaning against a wall, smirking at him.
Who's got money for all my needs
Who's got pennies to help feed me
Irresponsibility is dear to me
I piss away my money on this bourgeoisie coffee
I am a child who needs pleasing
Pacifier lost my mouth I'm screaming
Who's got something really dirty
I wanna prove myself as an adult
Who's got something really nasty
Yellowing my teeth but I don't stop
I am a child who has questions
Is the dark for adult interaction?
At thirteen I swore I'd stay pure and
Yeah these days I wish I broke my promise
Fendi Fendi Gucciiiiiiiiiiiiii
Hemi Hemi Chevyyyyyyyy
Burning burning burniiiiiing
Burning burning burniiiiiing
Fendi Fendi Gucciiiiiiiii
Hemi Hemi Chevyyyyyy
Burning burning burniiiiiing
Burning burning burniiiiiing
Design all my affliction and
Blame it all on the past
Interests something in the air between us
Keeping me here
I need this
Never ending chase for freedom
From my own picture of perfect
'Cause it's not worth it
It's not worth it, no
As the "song" ended, the crowd erupted into applause, for some reason.
"This is the worst thing I've ever done in my life, I'm very sorry," Mikey chuckled before turning around to walk off stage.
Mikey walked backstage, and Raven gave him a dirty look.
"What did I ever fucking do?" Mikey defensively asked as Raven pressed Mikey's black stratocaster guitar up to his chest, "I despise that horrid song almost as much as (Y/N) loves Mikey Way."
"Hey, we worked hard to make that song worse than it originally was!" Awsten whined.
"...Oh???" wack Mikey turned to (Y/N) as (Y/N) rolled her eyes, standing up and grabbing her bass.
"Are we gonna go on stage or not, Raven?" (Y/N) sighed as Raven stood up straight, "Yeah, let's go."
"Wait," Mikey zoomed off for a second, leaving everyone confused. About a minute and a half later, he came back, now wearing ripped black skinny jeans instead of the shorts Luna made him wear.
"Okay, lets go."
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