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 hesitates for a long moment, thinking, and then he gets it and the realization is like a lead brick to his gut. "You're... oh." Oh god.

"How long were you planning on..." He stops, takes a deep breath, and tries to begin again but he can't think of any way to ask what he wants to know--How long ago did you decide you were going to kill him?

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He can feel it in Gerard's voice, and he has square his shoulders and look up, meet his eyes. No hiding, no secrets--there's no point in trying to talk around it and play coy, he should have known Gerard would be able to tell.

"I don't think you want to be there," he says carefully, because Gerard knowing in the general sense isn't the same as Frank telling him how pissed he is that all he has is one lousy switchblade.

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Gerard is biting down on his lip hard enough to bleed and he swallows, hard. He doesn't want to think about what Frank is planning on doing but he can't help it.

He doubts that he'll be able to talk Frank out of it, and it's true, he doesn't want to be there, because knowing Frank's a killer and watching him do it are two completely different things.

"Yeah," he says, finally. "I'll stay." His hands are clenched and he doesn't want to stay in Pete's room, waiting for Frank to come back but it looks like that's what he's going to do.

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Frank runs his hand through his hair, just for something to do. He isn't ashamed of what he is, but he never wanted to see that look on Gerard's face. It's more than he deserves, more than he could ever expect, that Gerard is willing to look at him all, but it still hurts.

"Hey." He moves forward and pauses a body's width away. "Kiss goodbye?" He won't say what he's really thinking, for luck, but he has to know if this is a step too far for Gerard before he goes.

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Gerard hesitates again, but after a pause leans forward, dropping a light kiss onto Frank's lips. "Just..." he fumbles for the right words for a moment, before finally saying, "Come back in one piece, okay?" Gerard doesn't expect Frank to get killed, but the possibility that Brent could hurt him is definitely very real.

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Frank smiles as brightly as he can and slips out; Pete and the boys are still distracted, so he's able to get out completely unscathed, which is good. He's already thinking about what he'll do first.

So Frank finds Brent, he's totally evil, scuffling ensues. Luckily, Frank is tiny and speedy and totally used to this whole "kill or be killed" deal, and manages to subdue Brent long enough to tie him and up and then has Happy Bloody Fun Times...except it's not half as satisfying as he'd hoped it would be, because Gerard isn't there to enjoy it with him (and if Gerard were there, he wouldn't enjoy it anyway, woe). Return to Pete's apartment building where Gerard is escaping from the crush of people (Patrick is not especially pleased to find homeless people in his house, and Pete's puppydog eyes are not quite enough to keep him from bitching)?

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Gerard is sitting tucked into a corner as Frank comes in, because fuck Patrick can get scary when he's angry, and there are just too many people for too small a space. He's plenty used to loud but this is pushing it.

"You're back," he says, sounding relieved before remembering what he's back from doing and he feels a bit sick again.

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"Yeah." Frank wrinkles his nose. It's so busy in the apartment that no one else seems to have noticed his return. He rubs his arm and notices some blood under his fingernails--he shoves his hand back into his pocket as nonchalantly as he can. "You want to see if we can get up on the roof, get some air?"

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"Yeah," Gerard says, nodding, because he's ready to welcome any respite from the chaos around them. They went up on the roof a few times the last time they stayed at Pete's, and he basically still remembers the way--climbing out one of the big windows at the back of the house. On the way there, he looks over at Frank, frowning a little.

"You smell like blood," he says, quiet.

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"Oh." He obviously can't deny it--there's blood under his fingernails, probably on the soles of his shoes, and he wouldn't be surprised if he'd splattered the cuffs of his jeans. He tried his hardest to avoid it, but he hadn't had time to prepare properly, hadn't really even had time to enjoy himself. Something had been...off, and he figures it was the rush. He always liked taking his time. "Sorry."

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"No, it's..." Gerard stops, because he almost told Frank it was fine, and it isn't fine and he knows that.

They climb out onto the roof, and it's dark and largely silent, the occasional car rushing by, and Gerard closes his eyes as he sits down, savoring the quiet.

"When did you first start..." He looks over at Frank, hesitant. "You know." Frank really hasn't ever told him about this part of his life, and maybe Gerard is better off not knowing, but he still wants to.

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A small, bitter part of Frank really wants to say "What? Start what? Jogging? Yodeling?" but he knows Gerard honestly wants to hear, maybe try to understand.

He sits cross-legged next to Gerard, rubbing his knees through the worn denim of his jeans, looking off into the dark. It seems odd, suddenly, that he and Gerard have gotten so much closer over this whole ordeal and never talked about what got them both into this mess. "Um, you mean when I first knew I wanted to, or the first time I actually did?"

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Gerard shrugs. "Either," and he's quiet, but there's no denying that he's curious. He wants to know, wants to get it, because he's spent long enough being afraid of Frank for what he does. If they're going to stay together (in the sense that they're on the run together, and maybe in the other sense, too) he wants to understand it properly.

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Frank leans back, looking for what stars he can see--they seem dimmer here near the city than they were at home.

"I was fourteen and I just," he shuts his eyes, "I just knew. I don't remember, some kid in my class...no." He has to be honest. Gerard asked, and he's going to get his answer, whether he really wants it or not. "His name was Mike. And I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze, I spent so much time imagining it, you have no idea. It was better than anything." He glances at Gerard out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge how freaked out he is.

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Gerard tries to keep his face a controlled blank, because he doesn't want to let his emotions get in the way of getting it. But he's not going to say he's comfortable with the thought of Frank, barely a teenager and already wanting to choke the life out of someone.

But hearing him talk about it makes it strangely easier, in a way he can't quite figure out.

"And... when you actually did it?" He has to wonder, as he asks, if it was before he met Frank or after.

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He can tell Gerard is having some kind of internal struggle--the only time his face ever looks blank is when he doesn't want you to see what he's really feeling--but he hasn't run back down to where it's light and warm in the apartment, and that should count as a win.

He takes another breath, because even if Gerard seems to be dealing with his fantasies, real death is different. "Nineteen. After a show, some girl. It wasn't, I didn't plan it. Just...adrenaline." He remembers the thrill, and then the cold panic of what to do now, waiting for the next two weeks for the police to come and take him away. But no one came, no on knew, and he didn't stop.

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Gerard is silent for a long moment, mulling it over. Nineteen. Fuck. He's glad Frank is being up-front with him, because he's tired of there being so many issues to dance around with the two of them, but Frank killing someone at nineteen is hard to get around. He's seen pictures of Frank at nineteen, for god's sake, and he can't quite reconcile that face (wide and innocent-looking) with the thought.

"Did it ever..." he pauses again, and he's not used to being this careful with his words, or even speaking this little. "Bother you?"

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While Gerard is silent (so out of character) all Frank can do is imagine the worst, which he's not sure is so different from reality. Gerard must be disgusted with him--anyone would be, but someone as warm-hearted with Gerard, so interested in saving lives...Frank doesn't know how they've managed to hold together for so long.

And this, if he had to choose, would probably be the question he was most dreading. He tries to think of some clean, neat way to answer without lying, but in the end, he just has to look back up at the stars. "No. No, it didn't. It doesn't."

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Gerard, as a general rule, is open-minded, even past the point where people probably should be, but yeah, he's bothered. If Frank had said that it bothered him, even once, Gerard could probably get past it in his mind, but--he didn't. He doesn't hate Frank for it, doesn't know if he's even capable of hating Frank anymore, but--he has no idea what to say and Frank is going to take it the wrong way.

"Oh," he says finally. And that's all he can say. Oh.

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"Gee." He's too far away, he wants to just wrap himself around Gerard until none of it matters anymore, but he's not sure if he can bring himself to even touch his shoulder. Because Gerard might pull away, and he couldn't handle that.

But if he's expecting Gerard to take everything on faith--really, he's expecting Gerard to take everything without faith--he can offer something. He reaches out, fingers just brushing Gerard's elbow. "I can't help it. I've always been like this."

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Gerard doesn't pull away, even though for an instant he wants to. He sighs, instead resting his hand on Frank's.

"I know you can't help it, I just--Fuck, I'm sorry, Frankie." He's almost surprised at his own apology, but then, he's the one acting like an asshole after he brought it up.

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Emboldened by Gerard's acceptance of his touch, Frank scoots a little closer, gravel digging into his jeans, and rests his forehead against Gerard's shoulder.

"It's fucked up, I know." And it is--he's not insane, he knows that he doesn't think and feel the way people are supposed to.

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Gerard leans into him a little, sighing. "I know," he says gently, hand coming up to run through Frank's hair, soothing. "I guess I just don't get why, but," He pauses for a moment. "I don't know."

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"But--" he stops himself, shutting his eyes to just enjoy the feeling of Gerard's hand in his hair. "Do you have to? Get it, I mean. For--" he winces, because even in his head he sounds needy and girly "--for us?" He hates that "us," but "relationship" is even worse, and he honestly doesn't know how to classify them.

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"I'm not you, I'm never going to get it completely. So no." Gerard gives Frank a considering look and then breaks into a grin. "For 'us'?" His hand in Frank's hair becomes less soothing, turning into something suspiciously like a noogie.