EEEEEEE.
I JUST SAW FALL OUT BOY LIVE, YOU GUYS.
YOU GUYS, PATRICK MOTHERFUCKING STUMP. LIKE, SERIOUSLY -- DUDE WAS ROCKING OUT.
I cannot get over how hot he was! Like, seriously, crazy hot. I just loved every second of his movement. And oh my god, Trohman! Trohman! He was an insane man in all the best and hottest ways. Seriously, he was sex with a 'fro of GLORY.
Also -- ANDY. SHIRTLESS, MUSCLED, DRUM-GOD ANDY HURLEY. At the end of their set, when all the rest of the boys were off the stage, Andy just casually saunters out from behind his drum kit and tosses his sticks at the crowd, looking like a HOTASS. Seriously, he was distracting hot. I was pretty much staring moonily at Patrick the whole time, watchin Troh when he came into my line of sight -- but Andy's awe-inspiring shoulders kept on drawing my attention toward the drums. Which, hey, hotness -- I'm not gonna argue. But then Patrick would jam a little harder and I would be forced to make DOLPHIN NOISES you have NO IDEA.
Those boys!
And then there was Pete -- Pete looked a little like a hobo? Um? He was also seeming sort of tired. When he went and leaned on Patrick during "hearts and wrists intact," my heart hurt a little bit. I could be imagining this, but it seemed sort of. I don't know. Sort of pantomimed? He wasn't exactly off his game, he was just CLEARLY the person with the least energy on stage. His banter was hilarious, though -- he seemed deeply skeptical of the whole jingle jam project. Which, to be fair, so was I -- Lifehouse, Jordan Sparks and Avril Lavigne are not exactly my ideal scene, you know? There wasn't even a mosh pit.
Some choice paraphrases:
"So, Houston, do you want the good news or the bad news first?" *everyone shouts good news* "Okay, bad news. Bad news is I broke my foot two weeks ago. Good news is I have enough Valium to last me a year." Oh, my heart. Peter. Peter.
"So, are you excited to see Avril Lavigne?" *the high pitched cry of a bazillion or so teeny boppers* "Yeah. Us too." He was hilariously sardonic -- I burst out laughing. The least sincere thing I've heard him say ever, which is funny, because baby doll? You are dating Ashlee Simpson.
At the very end of the show, he went "stage diving." Which consisted of stripping off his hoodie (his tattoos? smokin') and handing his bass to a tech and then having one of his security guards carry him to the first row of seats. The kids were slapping at his hands, touching him, like he was a prophet -- it was actually a little weird? But that's okay! I'm okay with Pete Wentz, Punk Rock Messiah. (Second coming of Jesus AU y/n/you are going to hell?)
Some of my favorite bits were the little things. I love the way Patrick stamps his foot. I love the way when, at one point, he dropped his guitar his hand INSTANTLY went behind his back (what a weird quirk, love, but that's cool! own it!). I like how he would throw his head to the side after every phrase for one of the song, keeping the beat with his whole body. I loved when he started acting out little bits of the lyrics. I ESPECIALLY LOVED WHEN HE DID THAT BY HOLDING OUT HIS ARM TOWARD PETE DURING THAT LINE IN SATURDAY, "PETE AND I." Is that normal? Because I about died.
I also adored the little high five before they started! Boys! Oh, boys!
For things you don't care about, everyone else was pretty uninteresting. Jordan Sparks was a good entertainer for her age and I left two songs into Avril Lavigne, trying not to weep. Her songs offend me they are so dumb. Her guitarist was wearing that orange Ziggy Stardust shirt that both I and Patrick have, though, so. I stared at him until I convinced the person I was with to leave.
In conclusion, PATRICK STUMP.
YOU GUYS, PATRICK MOTHERFUCKING STUMP. LIKE, SERIOUSLY -- DUDE WAS ROCKING OUT.
I cannot get over how hot he was! Like, seriously, crazy hot. I just loved every second of his movement. And oh my god, Trohman! Trohman! He was an insane man in all the best and hottest ways. Seriously, he was sex with a 'fro of GLORY.
Also -- ANDY. SHIRTLESS, MUSCLED, DRUM-GOD ANDY HURLEY. At the end of their set, when all the rest of the boys were off the stage, Andy just casually saunters out from behind his drum kit and tosses his sticks at the crowd, looking like a HOTASS. Seriously, he was distracting hot. I was pretty much staring moonily at Patrick the whole time, watchin Troh when he came into my line of sight -- but Andy's awe-inspiring shoulders kept on drawing my attention toward the drums. Which, hey, hotness -- I'm not gonna argue. But then Patrick would jam a little harder and I would be forced to make DOLPHIN NOISES you have NO IDEA.
Those boys!
And then there was Pete -- Pete looked a little like a hobo? Um? He was also seeming sort of tired. When he went and leaned on Patrick during "hearts and wrists intact," my heart hurt a little bit. I could be imagining this, but it seemed sort of. I don't know. Sort of pantomimed? He wasn't exactly off his game, he was just CLEARLY the person with the least energy on stage. His banter was hilarious, though -- he seemed deeply skeptical of the whole jingle jam project. Which, to be fair, so was I -- Lifehouse, Jordan Sparks and Avril Lavigne are not exactly my ideal scene, you know? There wasn't even a mosh pit.
Some choice paraphrases:
"So, Houston, do you want the good news or the bad news first?" *everyone shouts good news* "Okay, bad news. Bad news is I broke my foot two weeks ago. Good news is I have enough Valium to last me a year." Oh, my heart. Peter. Peter.
"So, are you excited to see Avril Lavigne?" *the high pitched cry of a bazillion or so teeny boppers* "Yeah. Us too." He was hilariously sardonic -- I burst out laughing. The least sincere thing I've heard him say ever, which is funny, because baby doll? You are dating Ashlee Simpson.
At the very end of the show, he went "stage diving." Which consisted of stripping off his hoodie (his tattoos? smokin') and handing his bass to a tech and then having one of his security guards carry him to the first row of seats. The kids were slapping at his hands, touching him, like he was a prophet -- it was actually a little weird? But that's okay! I'm okay with Pete Wentz, Punk Rock Messiah. (Second coming of Jesus AU y/n/you are going to hell?)
Some of my favorite bits were the little things. I love the way Patrick stamps his foot. I love the way when, at one point, he dropped his guitar his hand INSTANTLY went behind his back (what a weird quirk, love, but that's cool! own it!). I like how he would throw his head to the side after every phrase for one of the song, keeping the beat with his whole body. I loved when he started acting out little bits of the lyrics. I ESPECIALLY LOVED WHEN HE DID THAT BY HOLDING OUT HIS ARM TOWARD PETE DURING THAT LINE IN SATURDAY, "PETE AND I." Is that normal? Because I about died.
I also adored the little high five before they started! Boys! Oh, boys!
For things you don't care about, everyone else was pretty uninteresting. Jordan Sparks was a good entertainer for her age and I left two songs into Avril Lavigne, trying not to weep. Her songs offend me they are so dumb. Her guitarist was wearing that orange Ziggy Stardust shirt that both I and Patrick have, though, so. I stared at him until I convinced the person I was with to leave.
In conclusion, PATRICK STUMP.