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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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"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.

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"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."

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"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.)

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"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.

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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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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."

((Guess who got this entire fic into one Word document? :D))

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Frank scowls good-naturedly. "Hey, I've got plenty of hope." He sidles a little closer to lean against the counter next to Gerard, just in case he needs to catch him. Not because he wants to be closer or anything girly like that. "The hell did you even need a fake name for anyway?"

((OMG SO IMPRESSED. How long is this beast?))

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Gerard goes a little red. "Mikey and I were making them up one day in case we, like, ever became spies or something and needed secret identities. I don't know, it was a while ago." It's a fond memory, though, throwing names back and forth, each worse than the last, until everything they came up with made them sound like characters from bad sci-fi.

((One hundred sixty pages, 77,777 words. For serious. This thing is a beast of epic proportions.))

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Frank coos and reaches out to pat Gerard's cheek. "That's so precious. Little Ways." He laughs when Gerard squirms away and rests his head on his fists. "No, seriously, that's kinda cute. You should tell me more, maybe we can switch it up, do some kinky roleplaying." He offers Gerard his most lascivious wink.

((...dayum. We kinda own. We should post some))

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Gerard snorts before he can stop himself. "First it's cute and then you want to turn it into kinky roleplaying? I don't know, Frank, sometimes I wonder about you," he says, grinning. "Let's see-- there was Terry Awa, and..." It's hard to remember them all, after all these years.

((... Yeah, considering it's getting longer as we speak. (literally) though it is going to be a bitch to go through and edit since it's so long))

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Frank barks out a laugh. "Nice, man. Though you know, for us, kinky roleplaying would be like, pretending we were to guys who thought that fucking with the lights on was wild." He leans in to kiss below Gerard's ear, then pet his hair back, feeling the old urge to tuck Gerard's bangs behind his ear. "We're the stuff kinky roleplaying is made of, baby."

((Yess. We could do it in chunks? Like, ten pages at a time?))

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Gerard grins at him, arching his neck a little to give Frank more access. His brain helpfully points out that he's just had a night having a serial killer drink his blood and... yeah, Frank has a point. He murmurs, "I don't know, we might've gone past that. Like, the stuff people wish they could roleplay but aren't quite twisted enough to do. I'm pretty good at twisted."

((Yeah, that'd probably be easiest. Want to split up the chunks?))

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"Good point." Frank nibbles a little then, because they don't have to ride buses anymore and why not celebrate that with some nice marks? He smiles slow against the skin and nuzzles the crease of Gerard's neck and shoulder. "You sure are. I'm kinda twisted myself, if you hadn't noticed."

((Sure...are we going to leave the beginning how it is or flesh it out more [together/separately?])

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Gerard makes an appreciative noise, tipping his head back further. "Mmm, really? I had no idea, Frankie. None at all." He grins, but gets startled back when he hears the sound of a car horn.

"That's probably whoever it is," Brian calls from wherever he's gotten off to--the living room, probably. "I have to give them a ride back since they're leaving the car here. Are you going to get out on the road right away or can I save my goodbyes for later?"

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Gerard makes an appreciative noise, tipping his head back further. "Mmm, really? I had no idea, Frankie. None at all." He grins, but gets startled back when he hears the sound of a car horn.

"That's probably whoever it is," Brian calls from wherever he's gotten off to--the living room, probably. "I have to give them a ride back since they're leaving the car here. Are you going to get out on the road right away or can I save my goodbyes for later?"

((I wouldn't mind fleshing it out a little someplace... though it's probably doomed to get really, really, really long. Parts in particular--the beginning, such as an actual intro bit and some of Frank and Gerard in their apartment. And at Mikey's/Pete's for the first time (gods, I'm signing on to another 20,000 words here, aren't I?). And maybe the actual whole Frank going to town on Brent thing.))

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Frank bites his lip and looks to Gerard. He's ready to go whenever, and is itching to get on the road. But Gerard's the one with real history here, with Brian, so it should be his choice. He rocks back on his heels a little, though, already a little twitchy.

((Oh god, this is kind of the longest thing ever. Would you want to split up the fleshing parts and go our separate ways, or fic it out together? (BRENT YAY TORTUREPORN \o/)))

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Gerard looks at Frank for a moment before saying, low, "I don't want to stick around any longer than we have to." The less chance they have to get Brian in trouble (e.g. the less time they stay) the better. "Brian," he calls, "we're gonna go now, I think."

((Yeah, kind of pretty much. And it's up to you. I don't really know how we'd split them up... if you want to, though, sure. *totally the doormat of the two of us* (AND I WAS TRYING TO THINK OF A NOT CREEPY WAY TO SAY THAT, YES. OH WELL. APPARENTLY I FORGET I DON'T NEED TO WORRY IN THAT DEPARTMENT.)))

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Brian looks sad for the briefest moment before he's coming forward to pull Gerard into a tight hug. "Watch out for yourself, man." Without releasing him, Brian looks over at Frank with cold eyes. "And you better fucking take care of him."

Frank just nods, quick and serious.

((It is proper that you're a doormat, little Ryro-subsitute. I think we should at least try to do them together...it's faster and more fun (FOR ME AT LEAST.)(AND LIKE YOU WILL EVER BE THE CREEPY ONE WHEN YOU'RE HANGING OUT WITH ME.)))

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Brian gives Gerard one more squeeze before he's grabbing his coat and rushing out the door, calling "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Gerard looks to Frank, biting his lip. "So," he says, "Should we get our stuff?"

((I would be a terrible Ryan, though. I'm not monotone enough at all. And I am in full support of doing them together =D (DUDE NO I AM TERRIBLE AT WRITING THINGS ON MY OWN)(AND I'M PRETTY SURE MY REACTION TO FRANK CUTTING BRENT INTO LITTLE BITS BEING *WANT* CLASSIFIES AS CREEPY, TBH.)))

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Frank nods, and it's a little slow because Brian is gone and they're actually doing this. It doesn't take long for him to shove his knives back into his duffel, and Gerard really doesn't have much more than he does--though he's also taking care of the food. "You set?"

((Yay! I'm going to bed now, but MORE LATER. (I never said you WEREN'T creepy, but if some mysterious third party decided to look and go "hmm, lets see which one of these girls is creepier" I don't think any fingers are going to immediately point at you \o/)))

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Gerard pushes down the clothes at the top of his duffel and turns back to Frank. "Yeah, I think." He looks around, checking to see if he's left anything, but he's not expecting to find much. They're lucky if they have three shirts apiece to their name, any more. "C'mon."

((=D (and okay, so you might win the creepy award. Maaaybe. Oh well. It's the Pete-esque factor, isn't it?)))