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 would be a little offended that Gerard doesn't think he can charm a couple scruffy kids into going with him (it was kind of what he did. Not kids, but they should be easier to convince, right?) but he knows it would be easier with Gerard. People just trust him, and really, they should.

"How many of these precious ragamuffins are there?" Pete asks, because, much as he'd like to, he can't exactly shove six kids in here and ask Patrick to ignore them.

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"Three," Gerard says simply, lifting the mug to his lips to drink the last of his coffee. He's still tired, and it can't be even ten in the morning yet, and he is so not equipped for this kind of thing. He's going to have to go out disguised even more this time, and for that he's probably going to need Pete's help.

"What makeup do you have other than eyeliner?" he asks, hoping Pete has something else. In daylight he can't pass for a girl in just that.

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"Um." Pete flicks through his memories, back to his last girlfriend (who didn't like the wide-eyed worship Pete invariably got from the thin, pretty boys he spent most of his time with). She had stormed out in enough of a rush that he figures she probably left her make-up kit in the bathroom. Patrick probably shoved it under the sink so he wouldn't have to look at it (Patrick's thoughtful like that.) "I think I have some, check under the sink?"

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"Okay," Gerard says, setting his mug down on the counter in the kitchen before trudging off to the bathroom. He's still tired and the caffeine from the coffee hasn't really kicked in yet. He yawns as he goes.

After a while of fumbling around under the sink (and why the hell is there a pair of pants under there? He's not sure he wants to know.) he finds a small zipped-up case that turns out to be pretty much exactly what he's looking for.

"Thanks," he calls.

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"No problem," Pete calls back. He turns to look at Frank, eyes serious again. Frank's cupping the still warm mug in his hands, and he doesn't look up before speaking.

"If you're going to give me a talk about keeping him safe, don't bother." I've heard it all before, and it won't help.

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"No, I know." Pete says, but he doesn't sound like he believes it. He'd feel better if he at least knew what--who they were going to be hunting down. For the moment, though, he knows he has to concentrate on figuring out where he can fit three more people in his house.

And Gerard is still in the bathroom, carefully applying makeup, trying to accentuate the girlier features of his face. He's not going to think about what will happen if what they're going to do doesn't work.

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Frank gets up to put the empty mugs back in the kitchen--he can at least play the role of polite guest, if he's going to be dumping more people into Pete's space with barely any warning and little hope for any payment for services rendered--and doesn't really want to go back to Pete and his looks, so he wanders back to the bathroom to check in on Gerard's progress.

"How's the beautifying going?"

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"Pretty well," Gerard responds without looking over, leaning toward the mirror, mouth open as he applies his eyeliner. He's wearing lipstick and improbably enough, it's subtle enough that it doesn't look rediculous on him.

It's a good look on him, actually.

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God, Frank thought that Gerard in a skirt was going to be his new favorite mental image, but now he's just getting more and more to add. It's like fetish Christmas.

There's something undeniably graceful about the way Gerard moves as he applies it, like sketching across his face, and Frank might like to watch this for maybe forever. But they have work to do, (possible) murderers to track down, and when Gerard is finished, it's time to go.

((Heading to bed, test in the morning D: ♥ ))

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Gerard puts the eyeliner down and turns to Frank. "I think this will work," he says, hopefully, shooting a last glance at himself in the mirror. He grins a little at his reflection. Fuck, he should do this more often.

He straightens his skirt and walks out, hoping Pete doesn't see him before they leave. "C'mon," he murmurs to Frank, a little urgently.

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Frank hurries with him past the living room, understanding that Gerard doesn't need any more of Pete's ribbing. They manage to get to the hallway only a few poorly warbled bars into "Dude Looks Like A Lady." He pulls the glasses out of his pocket (thankfully they didn't get crushed in his sleep) and slides them on while they go down the stairs.

The streets are busier during the day than they were last night, but no one seems to be paying them much attention.

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Gerard sticks close to Frank, walking quickly. He's focused on one thing--getting to the boys and getting back. Frank can be more at ease since he hasn't had his picture on the news for weeks on end, but all it would take for him is to be recognised by one person. He doesn't think he looks that much like himself, but who knows?

"Are we there yet?" he mutters nervously, shooting a glance at Frank. It can't be far, can it?

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"Let's swing by the warehouses and send the boys back to Pete." Ideally, everything will be squared away before they head out; if things go the way Frank wants to them to with Brent, it will be safer for everyone involved if he and Gerard can just split.

The warehouses aren't quite as intimidating in the daylight, but they're still eerie.

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Gerard nods, and they keep walking, rounding corners and circling around like they did the first time, even though they probably don't need to. They arrive within minutes, and Gerard kind of doesn't want to be the first one to go in, this time.

"After you?" he says, hesitantly, because hey, he's gone first the rest of the times, and if there's something horrible in there he doesn't want to be the one that finds it (not that he thinks there will be)

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Frank goes, and the sunlight filtering in through tiny windows at the top is hazy, leaving long stretches of shadows. Past a stack of crates, and Frank has the sudden thought that they could have left. If they thought Gerard and Frank were lowlifes, why wouldn't they move to where they couldn't be found?

He's about to turn and mention this to Gerard when Alex is suddenly in front of them.

"You came back. Shit."

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"Yeah," Gerard says, coming up behind Frank. "We've got a place for you to stay."

"No way," comes a disbelieving voice--Ryland's, Gerard recognises. He looks torn somewhere between disbelief and cautious hope.

"Yeah. Come on," and Gerard motions for them to follow him, hoping they aren't going to hesitate and have to be dragged along.

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The boys don't move. Ryland shifts his weight, folding his arms. "Is this for real?"

"Completely and totally real," Frank rolls his eyes, ready to be done with this. "Probably even mostly legal. No catches, no pimps, no drugs, nothing."

"You aren't going to, like, kill us and dump us somewhere?"

Frank could give a whole spiel about his personal morality, or the warmth in his heart, but he just says "No." And Ryland nods and gestures at Alex to go get Nate.

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Gerard tries to look reassuring but mostly manages worried as Alex comes back with Nate, one arm under his to support him. Nate looks worse than when they left, and he takes a moment before he can stand on his feet.

"Come on," Alex says, urgently, and it's pretty clear they need to get Nate back to Pete's before he has to, like, pass out or something.

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They lead the boys out of the warehouse, and all of them squint in the daylight--Nate makes a pained sound, and jesus, this kid is sick. He hopes Pete has at least some kind of painkillers lying around his house (which is a pretty strong possiblity).

Their little pack gets more looks on the way back--Ryland and Alex each have an arm slung around Nate, helping him stay upright. It's a struggle to get up the stairs to Pete's apartment, but the door is still unlocked when they finally reach it.

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They're a little loud getting in, because Nate pretty much collapses onto the couch as soon as he sees it and Ryland and Alex crowd around him, trying to make sure he's okay. They end up knocking into some of the clutter on the floor and just making a general racket.

Pete comes in, and it's testament to how much he's used to the bizzare that he barely looks surprised. He's not entirely sure what to say, though.

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"Um, hey." Pete scratches at the tattoos on his arm. "You must be the kids. Well, I hope you are. I really don't have room for three more kids if you're not. I'm Pete."

Ryland eyes him, apparently still not convinced that Frank and Gerard haven't sold them into something. Whatever he sees--possibly that Pete's pretty small and would probably not be too hard to overpower (which isn't necessarily true. Gerard has seen Pete fight off guys twice his size, two at a time)--he accepts it. "I'm Ryland. This is Alex, and Nate."

Pete nods and goes up on his toes to see better over the back of the couch, looking down at Nate. "He okay?"

He gets better treatment than Frank and Gerard did with similar questions--Alex looks up and says "We don't really know what's wrong with him."

Frank's twitching by now to just get out of here--it's claustrophobic. But he's not sure if he can bring Gerard along to Brent's, not with what he's planning.

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Pete frowns, concerned. "Do you need me to get him something? I've got, like, painkillers and that kind of thing." He's no doctor, but he suspects Nate probably needs more than he's got in his medicine cabinet--actually, he's not even sure if he can get what Nate needs outside of a hospital.

Gerard looks over at Frank, cautious. "What's the plan?" he murmurs, glad at least for the moment to be within the (relatively safe) confines of Pete's house. In theory, he knows, they should wait a while and then try to find Brent, but Frank probably has ideas of his own on the matter.

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"Uh, yeah," Alex looks down at Nate, coughing again. "We haven't had anything for him, so anything would probably be better than now." Pete nods and disappears back to rifle through the medicine cabinet.

"We should probably wait to go looking until it gets a little darker," Frank replies, keeping his voice low even though everyone is clearly distracted. Give himself some time to think of an excuse to go alone. "Maybe we can go plan in Pete's again, while they get situated out here?"

Alex and Ryland exchange looks, and Ryland clears his throat. "Thanks. For this. It's...the information probably isn't worth this."

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Gerard smiles at him, expression nothing if not fond. "Except it is. We couldn't have gotten it from anyone else." It is a little much, if he let himself think about it, but he likes helping them.

He shifts slightly, turning a little toward Frank, voice low. "Alright. We probably shouldn't leave too late, though. It doesn't sound like it's that close."

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((Good night! Yeah, I have school in the morning, too... and I have to be up in like four hours. Oh well. Good luck on the test, anyway. ♥))