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," Brian begins, and it's in his (disturbingly fatherly) 'we need to talk' voice. He's been watching the interchange cautiously, and even if Gerard now seems to trust Frank again, he doesn't.

When Gerard looks up at him, he gives Gerard a meaningful look of 'let Frank go, we need to talk', but Gerard shakes his head. "It's fine, Brian." And all Brian can do at that is sigh and put his head in his hands.

((Alrighty then))

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Frank has the childish impulse to stick his tongue out at Brian. Ha ha, he likes me best. He contents himself with kissing him lightly when he pulls back and flashing Brian a smile.

Brian pinches the bridge of his nose. "Touching as this is, there's still a dead teenager in Chicago and Pete wants answers."

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Gerard glances at Frank, and then back at Brian, frowning. "Has he gotten anything out of the other three yet? I don't think I ever saw them go anywhere without each other." He's hoping there's a simple solution to this, one that will placate Brian so he doesn't decide to call the police.

The problem is, he doesn't know if there's going to be one. They might even have to call in the police, which would probably be bad for all parties concerned.

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"He's having a hard time tracking them down. They don't trust him anymore, seems that Ryan was the one who really liked him and the others blame him."

Frank looks over at Gerard, the concern etched in his face, and sighs. He wants to do something for Gerard, and it's obvious that this means something, even if Frank doesn't really understand. "We could go back. Lend a hand?"

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Gerard hesitates for a moment. On one hand, Ryan did help them and he feels a little horrible at the thought of not helping to find his killer. On the other, he really doesn't want to get himself (or Frank, for that matter) caught.

"Do the police already know about it?" He looks at Brian and then at Frank, hoping Frank understands his worry.

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Brian shakes his head. "Pete's trying to keep it quiet for a while. All four of them were tagged for vandalism, arson, petty theft, it's not like even Pete can just waltz into a police station without getting asked some serious questions." He scowls a little. "And it's not like the cops care about another dead street kid."

Frank nods and smiles at Gerard, a little too bright for the subject matter. "Your choice, Gee. Whatever you want, I'm there."

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Gerard frowns a little at Brian's comment (they should care) but he nods. "We should. I don't know how much we can do, but..." He's trying to debate how much one can do without going outside too much--not much, he's guessing, but it'd make him feel better even just being there.

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"I'm good at finding people," Frank offers, squeezing Gerard's shoulder in what he hopes is a soothing manner. He's not particularly worried about the safety of the boys, but if they can track down whoever did kill Ryan, he's pretty sure that would earn him a free-kill pass from Gerard, and his fingers have been itching for a knife.

((Jumpcut?))

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Gerard raises an eyebrow at Frank's 'I'm good at finding people', hoping he's good at finding them rather than, say, finding them to kill them, but he keeps his mouth shut.

He nods again. "I hope so."

((Sure. Also, sorry about the giant break, I had to get some stuff from the store))

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They couldn't expect a very warm reception when they finally got back to Chicago, but even hopes for "chilly" went out the door when Pete opened it.

"If you are at all responsible for Ryan," he growls, shoving an accusing finger under Frank's nose still halfway into the hallway, "I will fucking end you."

"I'm not," Frank hisses, pushing Pete's finger away and moving past him into the apartment. "I'm here to help, you dick."

((No prob, I was watching my show ^_^))

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Gerard nods to Pete on the way into the apartment, looking around like he's trying to regain a feel for the place. They weren't here long, maybe a month or so, but it's familiar to him still.

He turns back to Pete, who is still watching Frank like a hawk. "When was the last time you saw the other three?"

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"I dunno," Pete scrubs a hand across his face. His eyes are raccooned, with smudged eyeliner on top of dark purple bags, "a week ago? Maybe two? I was trying to figure out why I hadn't been able to find them, they always just showed up when I needed them. And then they found him." His voice breaks a little bit on the last word, and even though Frank doesn't entirely understand what he's feeling, he can sympathize. Ryan was Pete's favorite, an apprentice with his own merry little band of misfits.

"Pete? Are there people?" Patrick's voice is heard from one of the other rooms and Pete swears under his breath.

"I gotta pack you away, Gerard, I'm sorry. It's been hard enough convincing Patrick that yeah, it sure is a crazy coincidence that that guy who hung out here for a while looked kinda like that whacked out killer." He gestures towards his room and calls back to Patrick, "It's our boy Frankie come home to our loving bosom." Frank can hear Patrick's combined snicker and sigh.

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Gerard snorts a little at that, but nods at Pete. He gets it, for the most part, but it's a little frustrating to be creeping around all the time.

"We came to see if there was anything we could do. He..." Gerard's tone goes quiet, smiling sadly. "He helped us out a lot, it's the least we can do. If there's anything..."

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"Yeah, yeah, eternal devotion, move your ass." The promise of their help seems to have perked Pete up closer to his usual self, and he waves Gerard away before wrapping his arm around Frank's shoulders and steering him back to head off Patrick.

"Hey man, how's the roadtrip?" Patrick offers a hand that Frank takes with a grin.

"Really great. Good times, you and Pete should try it out sometime."

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Gerard laughs, grateful to have cheered Pete up at least a little (he looks bad, tired and sick) and goes to find Frank, which really is more like just following Pete. Whether Patrick has caught on to the fact that they aren't just similar to the people in the news or not remains to be seen, and he's not sure he wants to find out. He likes Patrick.

"So, what do we do?" It's directed a little at Pete and a little at Frank, but they're right next to each other so it really doesn't matter which it is.

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"We have to find the others," Frank says, and looks for a reaction from Pete, who shrugs, drooping a little again.

"No clue. I've done everything I can think of to find them. They just...disappeared."

"We'll find them." Frank sounds confident and he glances out the window. "We should probably wait until it's dark." Pete nods.

"Yeah, that's always when I had the easiest time tracking them down."

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Gerard looks out with Frank as though he's expecting to see them walking down the street. He's not, it's barely five, but it'll be dark soon enough. He's trying not to think about wandering around in the dark--he'd only admit it under torture, but he's still a tiny bit afraid of the dark. But Frank will be there, so it'll be fine.

"The sun should be going down at around eight, I think," he says, thoughtfully, trying to remember the places that the four boys usually stayed. "There was that one old abandoned warehouse they hung out in; we could try it first since it's only about a mile away."

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Frank nods his agreement. "We'll leave from here later. We should make a plan." He glances over Pete's shoulder to where Patrick is on the couch. He's got his headphones in, but Frank's still wary. "Somewhere more secluded, maybe?"

"Oh shit, yeah," Pete shakes his head like coming out of a dream and jerks his thumb in the general direction of the back of the apartment. "My room should be good. I can't go out tonight, it'd be suspicious. I'll just make myself distracting." He's halfway to the couch when he turns with a little of the old Pete glint in his eyes. "Don't fuck with my shit." And he's leaping over the back and plastering himself against Patrick (who, to his credit, seems monumentally uninterested).

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Patrick barely blinks as Pete plasters himself all over him (he's a little too used to it), and Gerard rolls his eyes and starts toward the back of the apartment. He can't remember if he's ever been in Pete's room (he doesn't think so) but it should work while they figure out what to do.

"Come on." He motions to Frank, who's still looking out the window, and starts to mentally go over how they're going to be able to travel around in the dark without arousing suspicion and/or being recognised. He's got nothing yet and it's more than a little worrying.

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Frank follows obediently back into Pete's room. It's, well, a lot like Pete. Pretty messy, kind of gross, stacks of CDs and laundry. Frank wrinkles his nose a little when he nudges a dirty T-shirt off the corner of the bed--it's not like he has delicate sensibilities to be offended, but is it so wrong not to be into other people's dirty clothes?

"We should check the warehouses, anywhere abandoned," he keeps track on his fingers while he talks. "Ask around a little."

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"Who are we going to ask?" Gerard points out, sitting down on Pete's bed with little regard to the mess--he's seen worse (been worse). He gets distracted by a CD on the bed and starts reading the back, smiling a little. "Mikey liked this one," he informs Frank offhandedly, before setting it back down. They've got planning to do.

"And how are we going to not get caught? Disguises? Black ski masks and hope no one thinks we're going to rob them?"

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"We just talk to people." Frank shrugs. "We should be alright if we stay out of crowds, and most of the people we'll be talking to don't spend a lot of time in front of the tv."

He leans back and dares a sideways glance at Gerard. He wrinkles his nose, teasing. "Of course, you could always slap on some lipstick, I'm sure some angry ex left a skirt around. I know you like that."

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Gerard gives him an amused smirk. "I bet you'd like that. And I wouldn't be surprised if Pete had one or two of his own." He's actually kind of considering it--Frank hasn't been the one with his picture in the news, he has, and he knows he can pull it off, skirt or no.

"Actually, that might be a good idea."

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((PS: Just posted my AU. Readplz? I am so NEEDY))

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