Picspam: Mikey Way edition
So, photobucket is being a giant pain in my ass, so I'm trying flickr. I don't know. It's kind of clunky when it comes to making picspams, but maybe I'll get used to it.
Ugh. I can't. I know I'm not on Tumblr right now, but for fucking serious, I can't. I don't even. I hate his fucking beautiful face.
It always kind of freaks me out how Gerard looks seventeen years old here. But then I just look at pretty greaser!Mikey in his Rick Springfield muscle shirt and everything's okay again.
Hi, pretty vampire/dark elf/beautifully sad human being, hi. You're pretty.
The Black Parade was an extremely attractive time for Mikey. Like, okay, pretty much everything past puberty was an extremely attractive time for Mikey, but this is when he went from pretty to omfgtakemenowsohot.
I just like him with his head bowed.
How does he manage to pull off sexy as fuck and sweet puppy dog at the same time? I suspect magic.
Awww, I love little always-drunk fauxhawk!Mikey.
I'm not kidding when I say that I'm pretty sure he was trying to make his hair look like a Klingon Bird of Prey.
And congratulations on your 30s, sir.
Scientific fact.
Every Mikey picspam needs this picture. Because of reasons. Pretty, Gabe and Mikey shaped reasons.
Okay, fine, I know he's in his 20s here, but this is high school Mikey in my head.
So pretty. Jesus.
No, seriously, Mikey, your 30s have been very, very good to you.
Somebody's going to write me a famous!actor!Mikey au, right? Like, he starts off in a band but then one of his friends offers him fifty bucks and dinner every night if he'll be in this movie he's trying to make and Mikey's like, "Yeah, whatever, fifty bucks is fifty bucks and I'm not doing anything this week." And he thinks nothing of it only then it ends up, like, sweeping the Independent Spirit Awards and all of a sudden Mikey has to be in Santa Monica because he's nominated for Best Supporting Male which he doesn't win, thank God. He's pissing himself enough being nominated in the same fucking category with actual fucking actors who are, like, geniuses -- Willem Defoe and Gary motherfucking Oldman for fuck's sake! So he's so fucking relieved he doesn't win and also, he's totally way too drunk to make it from his seat to the stage without weaving really obviously. And then he just, like, stays in California and keeps acting because, yeah, he was going to be in a band, but that wasn't going anywhere and acting's really cool and he's kind of good at it and he really likes being able to be somebody else instead of having to be himself all the time.
His mouth is totally the perfect little cupid's bow. Like, if you painted that in crimson, he'd be the envy of every flapper ever.
And again I say, the Black Parade was a great era for him.
So, I posted this on Tumblr with a caption like, "Too bad he's so unattractive and has such stumpy little legs." And people got pissed because they thought I was serious. It's called verbal irony, people, and you're going to need to know what it is to pass your AP English exam.
I don't even really like vampire fic, but this really makes me want decadent vampire!Mikey fic.
Aww, so presh.
This would be werewolf!Mikey. Obviously.
I used to have that same haircut.
And now I'm wondering why I never write Mikey as a dom. I should get on that. Giggity.
I love blonde!Mikey just as much as all his other looks. Plus, the fact that his signature bass is silver glitter with racing stripes fills my heart with joy.
And back to greaser!Mikey rocking it out in Vermont. You can tell me that he didn't start standing like that because he was always so drunk on stage that this was the only way he could stand without falling over, but I won't believe you.
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Ugh. I can't. I know I'm not on Tumblr right now, but for fucking serious, I can't. I don't even. I hate his fucking beautiful face.
It always kind of freaks me out how Gerard looks seventeen years old here. But then I just look at pretty greaser!Mikey in his Rick Springfield muscle shirt and everything's okay again.
Hi, pretty vampire/dark elf/beautifully sad human being, hi. You're pretty.
The Black Parade was an extremely attractive time for Mikey. Like, okay, pretty much everything past puberty was an extremely attractive time for Mikey, but this is when he went from pretty to omfgtakemenowsohot.
I just like him with his head bowed.
How does he manage to pull off sexy as fuck and sweet puppy dog at the same time? I suspect magic.
Awww, I love little always-drunk fauxhawk!Mikey.
I'm not kidding when I say that I'm pretty sure he was trying to make his hair look like a Klingon Bird of Prey.
And congratulations on your 30s, sir.
Scientific fact.
Every Mikey picspam needs this picture. Because of reasons. Pretty, Gabe and Mikey shaped reasons.
Okay, fine, I know he's in his 20s here, but this is high school Mikey in my head.
So pretty. Jesus.
No, seriously, Mikey, your 30s have been very, very good to you.
Somebody's going to write me a famous!actor!Mikey au, right? Like, he starts off in a band but then one of his friends offers him fifty bucks and dinner every night if he'll be in this movie he's trying to make and Mikey's like, "Yeah, whatever, fifty bucks is fifty bucks and I'm not doing anything this week." And he thinks nothing of it only then it ends up, like, sweeping the Independent Spirit Awards and all of a sudden Mikey has to be in Santa Monica because he's nominated for Best Supporting Male which he doesn't win, thank God. He's pissing himself enough being nominated in the same fucking category with actual fucking actors who are, like, geniuses -- Willem Defoe and Gary motherfucking Oldman for fuck's sake! So he's so fucking relieved he doesn't win and also, he's totally way too drunk to make it from his seat to the stage without weaving really obviously. And then he just, like, stays in California and keeps acting because, yeah, he was going to be in a band, but that wasn't going anywhere and acting's really cool and he's kind of good at it and he really likes being able to be somebody else instead of having to be himself all the time.
His mouth is totally the perfect little cupid's bow. Like, if you painted that in crimson, he'd be the envy of every flapper ever.
And again I say, the Black Parade was a great era for him.
So, I posted this on Tumblr with a caption like, "Too bad he's so unattractive and has such stumpy little legs." And people got pissed because they thought I was serious. It's called verbal irony, people, and you're going to need to know what it is to pass your AP English exam.
I don't even really like vampire fic, but this really makes me want decadent vampire!Mikey fic.
Aww, so presh.
This would be werewolf!Mikey. Obviously.
I used to have that same haircut.
And now I'm wondering why I never write Mikey as a dom. I should get on that. Giggity.
I love blonde!Mikey just as much as all his other looks. Plus, the fact that his signature bass is silver glitter with racing stripes fills my heart with joy.
And back to greaser!Mikey rocking it out in Vermont. You can tell me that he didn't start standing like that because he was always so drunk on stage that this was the only way he could stand without falling over, but I won't believe you.
This entry was originally posted at http://janesays.dreamwidth.org/19528.html. Comment wherever you'd like.