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monopoly and moar boys

Last night was the most INTENSE Monopoly game of my ENTIRE LIFE. FIVE HOURS. SHOUTING, SUICIDE, STRIPPERS AND TROPHY ~~BOYS~~ WIVES. It was awesome. A++, would play again.

Unfortunately, I was sitting half on a matress on the floor, so my lower back and tailbone are KILLING ME NOW, plus I had ballroom dance this morning, with rumba and HIP ACTION OW. But now I'm back in my room, and it's time for...more picspam! (Very Gerard-heavy)

Great start, Gerard! Love the...tinsel?

Hat over the eyes always makes me drool.

YES. This is my NUMBER ONE VERY FAVORITE picture of Patrick EVER. I need dom!Patrick.

Look at all of their little faces

I'm happy when you're happy!

HAT. And SHIRT. And FACE.

I really dig the composition of this, as well as Ryan's slinky hips.

Another super-duper fave. I dig dead!Brendon, what can I say? (Oh god, Zombiesex plotbunnies!)

I know it's part of the stageshow and all, but I just heart how he's all "Agh! GIRLPARTS! DO NOT WANT!"

I want glasses like this. (His hairline looks really receded here)

FACE. (I said it was a recurring theme)

He's just such an adorable puppy!

Caressing! And rosevest! So cute!

Not cute. Hot.

Dorkasses!

Sleepy snugglings! ~~Gryffindor scarf!~~

Oh Ryan, face.

Happy Ryan!face!

I covet that coat (not to mention what's in it...)

Hey look! When he's not busy being a dorkass, hotass, or fondling Frank, sometimes Gerard sings (just, you know, once in a while)!

Serious!face. I really like that blue with his skintone (wear more color, Gerard!)

I...I don't even know.

ROCKGOD. I'm really into TBP uniforms, I dunno.

GERARD WILL KILL YOU...

...WITH CUTE <3

~~DON'T EVER~~ GET NEW PANTS, GERARD!

EEHEE, GERARD!

LITTLE FINGERS!

This is my favorite hair, I think.

MOUTH! But I actually really liked the white, too (in the minority, I know).

Just look at the curve of his jaw! (I AM RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY ABOUT YOU, GERARD, STOP BEING SO AWESOME)

Rocky Horror shirt! (I'M KIDDING GERARD, NEVER STOP!)

NEVER EVER.

EVER.

*flail*

Oh god. The hair in the eyes just MAKES IT.

This looks rather manip-ish, but it's pretty, so I don't care.

BOYFRIENDS.

ANGSTY HOMELESS BOYFRIENDS.

Everytime I think he can't be any more adorable...

*DIES*

You can tell he's serious! He's got his interview!hands!

I...erm...I really like that vest.

...

Yay for ties?

More interview!hands.

Oh hai there, priest!kink, how've you been?

Yeah, I'm good too.

SO MANY HEARTS.

C'mon boys, we may accept eyefuckery from Brendon and Ryan, but we know you can do better.

Oh hush, Gerard.

That's right, go cry to your ~~sister~~ Mikeyway.

This one isn't great for Mikeyway, because adorable as he is, Gerard is just ETHEREALLY PRETTY in this shot.

Tambourine! (Gerard + Spencer + Tambourines?? Y/Y???)

Look! Skintone! STUBBLE!!

This pic was actually my very first introduction to Gerard outside of music vids, back when I was trolling around on Green Day message boards ~~I AM NOT ASHAMED, STOP JUDGING ME!~~ I was all "Wow, the scary guy with the droopy hair looks kinda sweet" Ah, younger self, you had so much to learn.

Pretteh!

Oh no, the SUNGLASSES!

I'm normally not a huge fan of screencaps, but...CUTE.

JON WALKER HAS CRAZY SEX ~~WITH GERARD~~ HAIR. Also, MORE LIPBITING PLZ!

Thank you, Patrick. (I secretly love him best when he's more red-heady.)

Just kidding! I love him best when he's a lounge singer who's ~~taking me~~ going to prom!

LOVE THIS PIC. Just, his EYES, and his HAIR, and somehow both SO PRETTY and REAL BOY.

Semi-creepy awkward smile time!

This is like, an almost-gangsta face. Nice try, Gerard, go ask Gabe for help.

...forget I said anything. You're very good at what you do, honey.

I agree with that shirt.

A tiny part of my brain is going "NOM PETE," but most of it is going "PUPPY!!" Less than three, Hemmy.

Cool.

Mmm...guitarhotness and FIRE. I like FIRE.

MORE ~~COWBELL~~ TAMBOURINE! (Shit, I made that joke last time. Ah well, too bad.)

I don't know who that guy is, but Spencer could power the Eastern Seaboard with that smile.

What is it with bandboys and dorkass sunglasses? There should be a study done. FOR SCIENCE.

Never stops being funny and adorkable.

I love that everyone is Goth Model-y and sexiful in their BP uniforms, and Bob's all "O HAI, I HAS TERRIBLE INFECTIONS TRYIN' TO EAT MAH BRAINZ" (And you know Gerard's all "BRAINZ?!" And Mikey and Frankie have to be like "NOT FOR YOU, GERARD! BOB NEEDS HIS BRAINZ!" And then there's pouting. ~~I DON'T EVEN KNOW~~)

Agh, so much angsty!pretty

I think Bob is awesome, but he doesn't usually make me go "GUH." ... *point point point* GUH.

REAL SUBTLE, BRENDON.

I approve of: Spencer's jacket (even the weird feathery thing), Ryan and Brendon's jackets, Brendon's FACE
I do not approve of: Jon Walker's Pimpstache (Just, no.)

Mmmmmm.

I want Mikeyway's coat, gloves, glasses. He looks so sweet with his ~~not!~~boyfriend.

This looked RAWKED majorly for Frank.

I cannot take seriousy anyone who talks to me about guitarsex without mentioning Frank. BENDY.

How so pretty? No, really, HOW?

Look, priest!kink is back! And he brought friends!

*WAVES*

FRECKLES. And god, his eyes are SO GORGEOUS.

OTP, in blue. (Where is the bandom Smurfs AU? Who's Smurfette? We'd have to have a Survivor for the various bandom bicycles.)

I'm so sorry I don't have more pictures of you, Mikeyway! I do love you! I promise!

Frank latches onto Gerard! Gerard grabs for Mikey! OT3!

I love how Gerard looks like he just has EXPANSES of pale flesh exposed, since everyone else is covered practically ankle to chin.

I haven't seen this hair very much, but I like it a lot.

HIS HANDS, THEY DO THINGS TO ME.

If someone asked me to compile a list of pictures you'd have to look at to "get Gerard," this would be pretty high up.

WE LIKE TREES ~~No really, it's not like we lurk in basements or anything!~~

Gerard, why so feline? Ray, why so...er....

THERE IS NO INCEST IN BANDOM! NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG!

Seriously, Gerard, do you wear pants until they ROT OFF? (Bet he does.)

Painfully pretty! Great colors.

NOM.

SO MUCH SHINY HAIR

Haven't seen you for a while, JWalk. Lookin' sharp.

I lied, I totally want these glasses.

Pouty face! TUMMY!

Don't smirk at me, Jon Walker! ~~It makes me melty~~

Their FACES are just CLASSIC. And I cannot stop staring at how TINY Ryan is, in his entire self.

Okay, my fingers kinda hurt from capslocking, and I still have real writing to do...so, the last installment of bandspam will be forthcoming. Hope this brings a smile <3

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"Nothing--" Brian sounds incredulous, but he cuts off to glare at Frank. "Did you do this to him?"

Frank shifts his weight between his hips and raises his chin, the bratty part of him drawn out. "Yeah, I did." And he begged for it he adds mentally, because as bratty as he feels, he doesn't want to get kicked out or reported.

Brian is about to say something else, kill Frank maybe, when Gerard cuts in. "Yeah. He did. And I asked him to," he says, looking Brian in the eye, trying to explain without actually having to explain. He doesn't want Brian to think Frank did it to him without his permission, like he's under Frank's command or his captive or something.

Brian has his I do not approve face on. "Gerard. It's..." He sighs and squeezes the bridge of his nose like he's trying to stave off a headache. "It's really not safe, Gerard." Not with him is unspoken but obvious.

Frank scowls. "Hey. I take perfectly good care of him. Bandaged him up good, didn't I?"

Brian gives him a dark look, because as much as he'd like to think it was all Gerard's idea, the news has acquainted him with certain of Frank's predilections and he knows it's definitely partly his idea, too.

"Brian, it's okay. I'm fine," Gerard points out, trying to keep the two of them from starting an argument. "I know what I'm doing."

"And so do I," Frank puts in, with his lip curled a little and tone not just a little snide.

Brian folds his arms, definitely parental. "That's what I'm worried about. Even if Gerard asks for it, how do I know I'm not going to come in here one morning and find him sliced up?" He wants to trust Frank, and to an extent, he does. But he also remembers how broken Gerard was, and the last thing he needs is some controlling murderer drawing him into some obsessive thing.

Gerard sighs, scratching at his newly-short hair, frustrated. "I--you're not, okay?" He doesn't know how to get Brian to trust Frank, doesn't know the right thing to say here. So instead, he says, "And I'm not sure about the 'one morning' thing. It isn't safe for you for us to stay here too long." He's not sure if Brian can help them figure out what to do (how to get a car, because Frank's right, they could do much better moving on their own).

Brian leans against the doorframe, expression changing from "I'm concerned about your wellbeing" serious to "We're adults who are planning" serious. That's a great thing about Brian--he's always ready to focus on the situation closest at hand. "Yeah? Where are you guys planning to go next?"

"We're not sure." Frank scrubs a hand across his face. "But we were hoping you might be able to help hook us up with a car."

Brian stares, much in the same way that Gerard did when Frank first suggested it. "A car," he says, tone disbelieving. "I don't have one lying around to give you, you know that." He can see the logic in it, but he's getting stuck in the practical details--namely, where are they going to come up with the money for one?

Gerard looks down at the ground, biting his lip. "We know," he says, after a moment. "But we need to get one."

Brian gives him a look that's strikingly reminiscent of the ones he would always give Gerard when he'd start going off and rambling about how he was going to start a band and it was gonna be so fucking awesome, man, seriously. The "yeah, sure, and how are you making that happen, Gerard?" look. "There are probably plenty for sale, but how are you planning to afford it?"

Frank looks to Gerard for confirmation, then back to Brian. "We thought we might ask Mikey."

Brian looks sharply at Gerard. "Was this your idea or his?" When Gerard says, in a quiet voice, "Mine," Brian almost chokes on air. He knows Gerard's serious about the idea if it's something that could even possibly get Mikey in trouble and he still wants to go through with it.

"Do you want Mikey to get himself arrested for helping you?" he asks, incredulous.

Gerard flinches and mutters, "We wouldn't have to talk to him directly," but he doesn't sound like he believes it.

"You're going to get your brother thrown in jail, Gerard. This isn't like you." Brian doesn't actually say 'are you willing to sacrifice your brother to keep your boyfriend safe?' but he doesn't have to.

Frank bumps Gerard with his hip--if they don't believe in their plan, how will Brian ever be able to? "We could do a phone tag--you call someone who calls someone who calls Mikey. Everyone knows he knows everybody, the cops aren't going to care about some random scene kid."

Gerard doesn't say anything, looking down, arms wrapped around himself protectively, and he feels sick. He doesn't want to do anything to hurt Mikey. Nothing. He just doesn't know what to do, and in the past he always went to Mikey when he needed help.

Brian pauses, considering Frank's offer. "What would we do if they made a connection when the random scene kid asks for help getting a car? They aren't stupid, Frank. You should know that." Even so, the plan has merit--but it risks Mikey, and for that he has no idea if Gerard will actually want to go through with it.

Actually, Frank thinks the police are dumber than anyone he's ever known since they actually believe Gerard is capable of everything (or anything) Frank did, even after talking to him. He could maybe see how a photo could make them think Gee was the psychokiller, but after having a conversation with him? Little old ladies in the street knew that Gerard was sweet at the core.

But he isn't actually looking for a confrontation, so he exhales, and the last vestiges of brattiness are gone, left only with cool calculation. "I realize it's a risk. If there was anyone else we could go to for help, you know we would. I'd never want someone Gerard cares about to get hurt. But you and Mikey are pretty much all we've got."

Brian isn't sure he buys the line from Frank. No matter what Gerard may feel about the man, the idea of Frank actually mustering up enough human emotion to really care about Gerard is still almost laughable to him. He's seen the pictures of what Frank has done, seen how uncaring he seems about it, like it doesn't even bother him. Even so, he has to acknowledge that Frank's being logical.

"I can see what I can do," he says finally, looking at Gerard. "Hey. Are you okay with that?" Gerard is still staring at the floor, but he nods tightly.

"I--fine, do it. Just try to keep anything from happening to Mikey."

"I'll try." Brian straightens, business completed. "You guys want breakfast, or lunch or something? Food."

Frank takes the opportunity to inch a little closer to Gerard and slip a hand around his waist to rest his palm on Gerard's hip. He really honestly hates seeing Gerard upset--no idea why, since unhappy people have never inspired more than annoyance or (at the most) mild intrigue in him, but Gerard. Gerard he thinks should smile always. He squeezes and waits for Gerard to answer; it doesn't matter to him, he'll just choose whatever Gerard wants anyway.

Gerard finally looks up and glances at Frank and then at Brian. "... Yeah, okay," he says, letting out a heavy breath. Brian looks at Frank's hand on Gerard's waist and very pointedly doesn't say anything, walking down to the kitchen with them behind him.

"I'm gonna see who I can call," he explains before walking off into another room. Gerard moves forward into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and peering inside. "What do you want?" he asks, shifting the food inside.

Frank comes to stand behind him for a better look--he'd really like to wrap his arms around his waist, plaster himself up against his back and just enjoy the warmth, but after the tension with Brian, he doesn't want to push his luck--and make a small face even though Gerard can't see. "I dunno. I'll just have some of whatever you want."

((Just got my nails painted...typing not so good))

Gerard glances over his shoulder at Frank. "I'm pretty sure you don't want ham, dude," he says, dry. He pulls out a bag of sliced ham and a loaf of bread, grabbing a jar of peanut butter for Frank. "Could you get a knife?" he asks and then abruptly flushes, remembering in graphic detail the last time he asked Frank for a knife (so to speak).

((It appears to be fine? *shrug*))

Frank makes another face at the ham. "Oh good, cut up dead animal parts, where can I sign up?" He wanders over to Brian's drawers and snoops through a colander and spoons before finding the knife drawer. When he turns back to see Gerard blushing he arches his eyebrows. "Did I miss something?"

((It's just taking me a long time to type...))

"Nothing," Gerard says, too quickly, and his traitorous eyes dart down to the (hidden) bandage on his chest. He grabs two pieces of bread and assembles himself a sandwich, trying to make it so his mouth is full if Frank tries to ask him further questions on the matter. It's not something he expected, exactly, the association with any kind of knives with Frank cutting on him, and it's a little embarrassing.

((Ah. *pats*))

Frank opens the peanut butter and sniffs it speculatively, then checks the label before starting the spread it on his bread. It's more than a little comforting to have food that isn't fried or packaged, and it feels strange that he should be rejoicing eating sandwiches with Gerard--that seems to be most of what they did back at the apartment. He takes a bite, still wondering what Gerard is so flustered about, but has to groan his appreciation. "Fucking excellent peanut butter."

((They're mostly dry now, back to my speedy self :D))

"Good," Gerard says around a mouthful of ham sandwich, and he turns around as he hears Brian enter the kitchen again.

Brian's eyes are wide and disbelieving, staring at the cordless phone as he puts it back onto its holder like he's expecting it to leap out and bite him. Finally, just as Gerard is about to ask him what the hell happened, he manages, "Your brother is starting to scare me, Gerard." At Gerard's bewildered look, he supplies, "Someone's going to be dropping a car off here in about a half hour. How the hell he convinced someone to give you a car in less than ten minutes I have no idea."

Frank's eyes light up and, he can't wait to actually finish chewing his mouthful before exclaiming, "Fuck! Man, Mikey is the best."

"So it seems," Brian said, still a little slow and more than worried. He looks back at Gerard. "Any ideas how he managed to pull this off? I know he knows practically every scene kid from here to Chicago, but still."

Gerard shrugs, swallowing his mouthful. "He's Mikey?" And then, because Brian doesn't seem particularly satisfied with that answer (it gains him a frustrated look, at least), he continues, "I don't know, but with everyone he knows, someone had to have owned him a favor or something."

"He's amazing." Frank is thrilled, and whatever Gerard and Brian are worried about can wait because they're going to have a car! "Seriously, if I ever like, get cleared or something? I'm totally going to kiss him." He pauses and considers Gerard. "Well, I'll totally have you kiss him for me."

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