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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Frank steps forward, though remains slightly behind Gerard--Gerard has, unsurprisingly, always had better luck gaining trust than Frank ever did. The kids already seem to be opening at least a little to him (and are entirely unphased by his outfit) and Frank doesn't want to jeapordize it with what was once described to him as his "frantic aura."

"Do you remember where you last saw them?" Ask the questions, get the answers, and get out. The longer they hang around here, the more attached Gerard is liable to get. Frank knows him--he gets broken up over sad-looking kittens in pet stores; what would he do with a real live sick boy?

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The kid--Alex--looks warily at Frank, because he's had to develop pretty good instincts to survive this long, and there's something about Frank that just feels off. But the sooner he answers the questions, the sooner they can be left in peace. He's worried sick (sick, ha!) about Nate but he really, really isn't interested in getting outsiders involved.

"I think..." He hesitates, trying to remember. "I know they said they were gonna disappear for a while but they said they weren't going that far. I know they're not in any of the warehouses. Um. There's this old factory around here, you know, maybe..."

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"Which way?" Ryland, the tallest of them, waves a long arm in towards the left, where Frank remembers two more warehouse--the factory must be past them.

Nate hacks again, and Alex tightens his arm around him again. Frank looks between the trio and the look on Gerard's face, and sighs. "Thanks for the tip. You guys need anything, for him?" The kid really doesn't look so good, and though Frank honestly doesn't care, he can at least pretend.

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Ryland has a moment of vulnerability where he's ready to yell, "Yes, damn it, we need to get him some medicine or just... something!" but he pushes it away as best as he can. He doesn't want to accept help from them, and maybe that's childish, but he really can't bring himself to care.

"It's not like you would have anything," he points out, shrugging, wrapping himself around Nate a little tighter like a human blanket.

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Frank resists rolling his eyes. "Not on me, no. But you helped us, and we could do you a favor." God, he hopes that he's earning some brownie points with Gerard for this, or maybe making up some karma (though he has no illusions that helping a sick streetkid is going to wipe his slate).

Ryland's still scowling, but Alex starts to look a little hesitant, considering.

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Alex is never going to hear the end of it from Ryland if something goes wrong, but he's desperate at this point. He's afraid if Nate gets any sicker he'll die and he doesn't even want to think about that.

"Please," he manages, voice low. His tone is nothing if not humiliated but at this point he's stopped caring.

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Gerard gives Frank a look, obviously doubting his intentions (which, yeah) and his ability to really help. Don't jerk these kids around.

"What do you need? I have some cash--" because that's a great idea, giving cash to homeless kids, but even if he doesn't feel quite like everyone else does, he can still see that Alex and Ryland are devoted to Nate. Everything they have is going to go into protecting him "--and I might have a place you could stay. Warmer than this."

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At that Gerard gives Frank a hard stare, because they don't even have an actual 'place' anymore. If he's going to say Pete's Gerard is going to have to go into a lecture about making assumptions.

But Alex perks up at the mention of a place, trying to ignore Ryland's "And you'd let us stay someplace just for giving you directions? What else would we have to do?" It's sharp, and it sounds like they have been jerked around a lot in this respect.

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He can feel Gerard's eyes on him, but he shakes it off. Pete has proven a fondness for streetkids, and if he says no, Frank's pretty sure he has enough cash squirreled away that he could set them up in a shitty apartment for a month or two. At the very worst...there's always Gabe; he used to complain to Frank about being "so lonely, Frankie, always so lonely" in a way that was really way less creepy than anything else he said.

"Dude," Frank can't deny that he bristles a little at Ryland's half-veiled accusation, "I'm not going to, like, make you suck me off or something, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not a creep." Not like that, at least.

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"That kind of thing being part of the terms is why we're living in a place like this," Alex explains, shrugging. "So if it's not..." and he wonders why he still gets a bad vibe from Frank, if he's not like that. "where is it?" He tries not to sound too eager, but the idea of a warm bed is the stuff of fantasies.

Gerard, for the most part, is mentally chanting Not Pete's not Pete's not Pete's not Pete's. He has a sneaking suspicion that's what Frank's going to say anyway.

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"A friend," Frank hedges a little, because he's not quite reckless enough to give out Pete's address without even mentioning that some ragamuffins might be showing up outside his door. "I have to talk to him first, but I'm sure he'll be fine with it. If not, I'll work something out. I'm persuasive." He grins. "It's a gift."

Now that he thinks about it, he's sure Gabe would really like these boys. He's equally sure that Gerard would not approve, so the situation might require a little more delicate handling than he first thought.

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Gerard sighs, but doesn't say anything, and it's hard not to want to break in and point out all the reasons why it won't work.

But Alex and Ryland both look cautiously hopeful, and Gerard can't bring himself to bring up the problems with the arrangement when they've both practically got puppy-eyes going. He still has some heart.

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"We're going to go find the boys," Frank adjusts his glasses and glances at Gerard. He's doing a pretty good job of hiding it, but Frank can see the disapproval in his eyes. "Will you still be here?"

Ryland gives him a flat look that leaves no room to doubt how stupid Ryland thinks he is. Frank holds his hands up and grabs for Gerard's elbow to leave.

((G'night ♥ ))

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Gerard turns and leaves with him, not bothering to creep quietly out since, after all, they already know he's here.

Once outside of the warehouse, he looks around for the old factory, finally spotting it. It's far enough that it looks like it's part of a model city, made of plastic.

"C'mon." He points to it and hopes Frank can see it, what with the glasses and all.

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The walk is long, and Gerard doesn't seem to be in a very talkative mood. Frank hates the silence, but can't think of anything to say that wouldn't just be an obvious attempt to start a conversation.

He reaches up and slides the glasses down a little further on his nose so he can look over them and get a better look at the line of buildings.

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"Can you see it?" Gerard asks hesitantly, watching Frank adjust his glasses. He's never been in the old factory, never even really seen it, and he's going to have to point out to Frank at some point that it's going to be full of cramped spaces and probably spiders. Not that he wants to be the brave one, but Frank's going to notice whether he says anything or not.

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"Think so." It's a difficult to pick much out--all the buildings around here are basically the same grayscale giants. Age and decay, two things he'd really rather avoid. He's not the type to keep body parts in his basement or anythng; the point at which things start becoming something dusted and wasted, he loses interest--there's no more spark, no more excitement. And on a less philosophical note, spiders. "Fuck, I hate these places."

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"Sorry," Gerard offers, really not sure of what else to say. He's never been bothered by small spaces or spiders--considering his room when he was growing up, he's surprised the thought of a place full of them doesn't make him nostalgic.

By the time they get to the entrance of the factory, though, Gerard is having doubts of his own. It's creepy, and not in a good way; he likes horror movies, sure, but he's never really had the desire to be in one.

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Frank bites his lip as they approach. It's stupid to be scared, he knows. There are so many more sensible things to be scared of (psycho killers, for example) but everyone's got to have something, and this is his. It's funny in the dark way, because no matter how scary he is, Gerard is a hundred times braver.

"Well." It's dark in there, windows so dusted over so it must be dark even when the sun is out. "I guess." Not even inside, and losing the ability to speak in full sentences. Not a good sign.

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"Guess what?" Gerard glances over at him, and he's the one to step into the doorway first, because he knows Frank isn't the braver one right now.

"Let's just get this over with." He grits his teeth and looks in, letting his eyes get adjusted to the darkness.

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When they step into the darkness, Frank wonders for one wild moment if Gerard would smack him (or laugh at him) if he asked to hold hands, then remembers that he needs his hands in case he has to stab any of the giant tarantulas that are probably lurking around in here.

His eyes adjust eventually, but it's horribly dark. He takes the glasses off and slip them into his pocket, but he still can't see much more than the hazy shapes of abandoned equipment. If the boys are here (please, let them be here) there are more hiding places than Frank can count. Factoring in the darkness (and probability of killer spiders), they've picked a great place.

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Every step they take shakes up dust, and Gerard is walking carefully, but his footsteps are echoing on the cement floor. He's pretty sure he just heard a rat. Great.

He can barely see anything past his hands and the white clouds of his breath. How are we going to find them? He looks behind him at Frank, hoping he has a plan.

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Frank's trying to remember how he thought it was a good idea to come back to Chicago and go traipsing around abandoned buildings looking for angry homeless kids without a flashlight. There's really no way he can think of to find them, and in the echoing dark, it's not like the boys don't know they're here. If the boys are here at all.

He's about to just give up and call something out when he hears more and faster footfalls behind them. He manages to get his hand into his pocket and wrapped around his knife before there's the blunt end of something pressed into his back and "What the fuck are you doing here?" hissed in his ear. Gerard, as far as he can guess from the startled little sound, is getting much the same by way of hospitality.

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Gerard freezes; there's something pressing into his back as well, but the voice is eerily familiar.

"Brendon?" he manages, eyes wide. Since Frank hasn't moved to help him, he's guessing Spencer or Jon's found Frank.

He tries to breathe, heart beating lightning-fast.

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((Also, much as I hate to go off in the middle of plotty-bits, I stayed up all night last night and thus I think I'm going to bed before I fall asleep on my keyboard. Night! <3)