monopoly and moar boys

[mwestbelle]

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 looks thoughtful for a moment, and then his eyes light up a little. "I don't think Pete's are that strong. Back when he and Mikey, you know," and he makes some sort of complicated gesture that doesn't really look like anything, "Mikey accidentally took his glasses a few times and he could barely see at all with them."

He hopes that'll work, because he can't for the life of him think of ways to make Frank look less like himself.

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"Think we should ask, or should I just grab them?" Frank tries to look at the door, but seriously, he had heard of Gerard's art school adventures and his indignant declarations that he was a damn hot girl but he really was and it was fascinating. On one hand, he still looks mostly like Gerard in a skirt, but Frank can see how if you didn't know Gerard, you wouldn't see that. Transformation.

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Gerard hesitates. "Ah... we. We should probably just grab them." If Pete's still playing distraction, he doesn't really want to screw that up by showing up to ask if they can borrow his glasses- because there very well could be questions of why they needed them and he's pretty sure that could be awkward to explain.

"I bet he's got a pair in here someplace." He looks around, but he can't see any- but then again, he's seen Pete in at least three different pairs and he has to keep at least one in his bedroom.

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Frank joins Gerard in his search, and finds a pair of thick black frames halfway under a Rolling Stone next to Pete's bed. He slides them on and smiles. They're basically reading glasses--the magnification is a little weird, but nothing he can't deal with.

"These are great." He sits back down on the bed. "I guess now we just have to wait."

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"Yeah, I guess." Gerard hunts around a little before finding an eyeliner pencil--if he's going to go for the girl thing, he might as well go all-out--under an old t-shirt. He applies it as carefully as he can, hoping it's not halfway down his face (having a mirror would be welcome, but beggars really can't be choosers) and smudges it with his thumb.

"Anything you want to bring with us?"

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"No, travel light I think." He's got a switchblade in the pocket of his hoodie, but he's not going to mention that. If all goes well, he won't need it and Gerard will never need to know.

He looks over at Gerard, thumbing his new glasses up higher on his nose, and grins. "Kiss me for good luck?"

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Gerard grins and leans over, kissing him on the lips. It's light, little more than a peck.

"Do I get one too?" he asks as he pulls back.

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"You could have more than that, if you wanted." Frank offers his dirtiest smile, but leans in to kiss Gerard--more lingering than the one he received, but nothing extreme--without waiting for an answer.

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Gerard kisses back enthusiastically, but his expression is considering.

"Much as I'd love to, we're in Pete's bedroom," he points out as he pulls back. He wants to (god does he want to) but they've already taken Pete's clothes, glasses, and makeup, and he thinks it's crossing the line, a little.

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"You think anything we could do would be grosser than what Pete does in here?" Frank teases, reaching down to skim his fingers along the soft skin at the hem of Gerard's skirt. He's perfectly willing to throw any and all morals out the window if it gets him Gerard.

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"Well, no, but it is his room," and Gerard is fighting tooth and nail with certain parts of his brain to keep being the voice of reason. It's a bad idea. It is. But he really can't help the shiver that goes through him as Frank's fingers skim across his legs.

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"We wouldn't make any mess." Frank loves playing the devil's advocate and he knows that Gerard is in the midst of an epic internal struggle. He toys a little with the hem, rolling it between his fingers so the tips still brush against Gerard's thigh. "Don't even need the bed."

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"I..." Gerard stops, and there were other objections he was going to voice, and he's going to. Once he remembers what they are. He's trying very hard to not shift forward into Frank's touches and it's not working. Fuck this, he thinks, and leans forward, catching Frank's lips with his own again.

He's just praying that Pete is still occupied and he's not going to walk in.

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Success! He leans againt Gerard, letting his hand sneak a little farther up the skirt, remembering Catholic school days (although there were actual girls in the skirts there).

((Going to magic show back ASAP!!))

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Gerard leans into him, urging Frank's hand higher, and it's a strange feeling, doing this with someone while in a skirt. It's not like he's never worn one before, but he hadn't exactly been getting any action at the time.

He wraps one arm around Frank's neck and presses closer, mouth opening, and god he hopes that Pete doesn't decide to check on them.

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Frank slides his hand up until his thumb settles in the crease of Gerard's thigh. The feeling of the skirt on the back of his hand is kind of awesome and he licks at Gerard's teeth a little, crinkling his nose happily.

((I may be disappearing again, but I may not so...we'll see o.O))

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Gerard makes a noise, high and sharp, and bites at Frank's bottom lip. His other hand rests at the waist of Frank's jeans and his thumb slips under the waistband, making little circles above his hipbone.

((Alrighty, then.))

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Frank hums a little into Gerard's mouth at the feeling of his thumb against his hip, and presses his fingertips a little harder into Gerard's thigh--not painfully so, or even as hard as Frank would have liked it.

((Not disappearing, I decided I'd rather stay with you. My friend Hil says hi.))

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Gerard lets his other fingers slide a little under Frank's waistband at that, and Frank's jeans have to be tight because it is not working as well as he thought it would and if this keeps up he's going to get a cramp in his hand. He makes a little frustrated noise and his other hand uncurls from around Frank's neck to go for the button of Frank's jeans.

((♥ ♥ also, hello to Hil!))

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Frank inhales sharply through his nose and his hips jerk involuntarily towards Gerard. "Yeah." He slides away from Gerard's mouth, tracing his lips along his cheek, and bites just under his ear as he palms him, hot and fast.

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Gerard's head tilts to the side to give Frank more access and he manages a breathless "Nngh." He manages in a few awkward, jerky motions to get the button of Frank's jeans undone and slides his hand inside, cupping Frank through his boxers.

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"Fuck." The word is barely more than an exhale of hot breath against Gerard's neck, and he has to pull back to mouthing to keep from biting too hard.

In response, he presses the heel of his hand down hard and licks a stripe from the base of Gerard's shoulder back up to his ear.

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Gerard bucks into Frank's hand, half-biting back a whimper, and his neck arches. He's trying to be as quiet as he can so that Pete doesn't hear them (because unlike Brian, Pete probably will care). He shifts his hand a little, squeezing, and bites down at the side of Frank's neck, hoping for the same kind of response he got the last time.

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Frank groans into Gerard's neck, muffling the best he can, and rolls his hips forward. He has to wrap his free hand around Gerard's waist because, goddamn, he almost falls over. Whimpering a little, he practically presses his head against his other shoulder, encouraging Gerard to continue.

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Gerard mouths his way down and bites at the juncture of neck and shoulder, hard. He feels like some kind of vampire, doing this, but he doesn't want to stop, not when Frank's making those kind of noises.