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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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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."

Gerard raises an eyebrow at him, and Brian glances over at Gerard with a look on his face of wait, what? How did I miss this one?. Gerard coughs and says after a pause, "I'll... do that, then?"

"I mean," Frank waves his hands a little, because he's excited and not articulating well. "I mean, because you're his brother and you can do that. And I'm not and you're my boyfriend and it would be weird."

"I--yeah," Gerard says, still looking at Frank weirdly. "And no, Brian, not like that," he says, hastily, because Brian is fixing him with the most confused look known to man.

"So, um. We should probably figure out where we're going once it actually gets here."

"Somewhere. Anywhere." Frank sort of wishes that Brian had a pull down map on his cabinets (why he possibly would have that, Frank can't say) because he'd love to pull it down and gesture dramatically. "Pick something, Gee, I couldn't care less." They're...well, they're still on the run. They're still in hiding, but for the first time, Frank feels almost free. They don't have to rely on bus schedules anymore, they have control and it's amazing.

Gerard doesn't know where he wants to go, but now they can go wherever they want. They could just keep driving forever for all he cares. Travel in buses he's never been a fan of, but driving in cars, tiny and feeling cut-off from having to deal with the outside world, with everything inside (that no one else can see)--he's always been fond of.

"Fuck, I don't know. Let's just drive and see where we end up."

Frank grins wide, eyes bright. "That's my boy."

Brian rolls his eyes and nods towards the table. "If you're going to be leaving, you should finish your sandwiches. Travel is hungry work."

"Yeah," Gerard says, grabbing his sandwich and taking another bite of it. "Yeah, um. About that. Can we take some stuff with us?" He's not entirely sure what they're going to do when they run out of money, and he doesn't want to waste any more of it than he has to on buying food.

Brian scratches at some of the tattoos on his arms. "Yeah, sure. Help yourselves, just don't like, clean out my cabinets or anything." Technically, it's better for Brian if he just gives them food and gets them out of his place. He would never think that way of course, but looking at the scale of things, having to go grocery shopping is a little simpler than hiding a murder suspect and an acutal murderer in his space bedroom.

"Thanks," Gerard says, honestly grateful. "For everything." He's not expecting to see Brian again any time soon (if ever), and he doesn't know quite how to say goodbye, not with everything he owes Brian.

He goes through the cabinets, picking out food that looks like it'll keep (canned fruit so they don't die of malnutrition, Pop tarts for Frank, nuts, crackers) and putting it on the counter. Once the car gets here, he figures, he can just transfer it into his bag.

Frank isn't great at practical "on-the-road" things like this--never has been so great with the practicals, he cares more about the adventure and he experience than how it's all supposed to work--, so he finishes off his sandwich while he watches Gerard gathering provisions with mixed affection and bemusement.

Gerard finally decides he's found enough (he's got enough to last them a week or so) before he decides to ask Frank, before they get going, about the last snag in the plan.

"What do we do when we run out of gas money?" he asks, cautious. He has no idea if it's even occurred to Frank--for all Frank likes to seem like the one that does all the planning, Gerard's seen him be impulsive enough times that he's not sure Frank knows what they're doing.

Frank scratches the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose. "I still have money in a...different account." Because he had planned ahead (at least a little) and set up a bank account under a different identity, just in case. Just in case hadn't included Gerard back then, but he's pretty sure he's done a good job of squirreling cash away. It should last them for a while. And when it doesn't... "We can deal with that when it comes to that, okay, Gee?"

"You've got to be shitting me," Gerard says, looking at him with wide eyes. "How long have you had it?" He's starting to take back any thoughts he's had about Frank being reckless--apparently Frank can plan well better than he can.

"Uh, a couple years?" He smiles, a little sheepish and a tiny bit annoyed, because Gerard seems totally shocked and hey, give him a little credit here, okay? "When I figured out that the whole killing people thing wasn't going to just...stop. I thought I should have something, in case I ever had to disappear."

"I'm glad you did," Gerard says, still surprised. And then, because he's curious (and they've got time to kill before the car shows up anyway), "Got a good fake name?" He's come up with some in his day, each more ridiculous than the last, just names of people in bands he liked smashed together. (He's pretty sure one of them was, like, Glenn Corgan or something and god, he totally fails at fake names.)

"It's--" and he really can't help blushing, and if his blood could all just flow back to it's proper place he'd be just fine, because if Gerard doesn't know he's embarrassed he's less likely to ask questions. "Arthur Danzig." Because, c'mon, what could possibly be on Frank's mind besides Gerard and The Misfits? Even back then, it was his two favorite things combined.

Gerard starts giggling, hand gripping the side of the counter for support like he's going to fall over if he doesn't. "Oh man," he says, breathless. "And I thought my 'Glenn Corgan' shit was bad? We're hopeless, dude. Hopeless."

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