Alright, so, I'm going to give a stab at a meme. I'm aware that my journal isn't exactly frequented by a *lot* of people, but that's okay. Here's the deal
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Since that's like...your LIFE'S GOAL, I'm not surprised. I should totally find a loophole. Ehhh, I'll just use my Pete/Mikey icon on this comment instead.
“Yeah, well, fuck you too!” William stumbled back in the door, weaving across the room until he could drop dramatically onto the floor and drape himself across Gabe’s lap. “The merch girl didn’t know I was a boy when I was hitting on her,” he complained, staring up at Gabe with wide, sad eyes
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I have to be honest. I am not sure who the person on the ground is. I have been staring at this picture obsessively, but I just can't figure it out. >.
It’s been one of those days that Patrick has been a step away from strangling Pete practically since he woke up. There are times when he just gets so fucking frustrated, especially when Pete spends the whole day pulling dumbass stunts like hiding all of Patrick’s underwear in the glove compartment of the van, or giving him a cupcake iced with toothpaste, and just grinning that huge, shit-eating grin. Patrick has stayed (mostly) calm and rational all day though, even when Pete sidles up next to him while they are getting dressed and squeezes his stomach, telling him, “You’re my very favourite Lunchbox
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Pictures 1. and 2.unphoenixApril 7 2008, 07:40:33 UTC
1. “Ray! Ray, take my picture!”
Brian’s ears perked up, and he turned to see Frank waving enthusiastically at Ray, who was holding a camera up to his face, pointing it at a tree across the parking lot. When Frank called, Ray snapped the shutter and then turned towards his bandmate.
“Why would I want to see your face anymore than I do already?” he shot back, but he was smiling, joking with Frank. Brian ducked his head and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck to keep from smiling. God, he loved this band sometimes.
Frank was smirking now, fiddling with the paper cup that he held, and Brian edged a little closer, thinking, I lied, I don’t love them at all. Not when Frank is wearing that expression. Generally that particular brand of smirk meant that Brian was about to be forced to save someone-either some poor victim, or on occasion Frank, when he pissed off the wrong person. Brian was their manager, not their keeper, honestly
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Re: Pictures 1. and 2.unphoenixApril 7 2008, 07:41:46 UTC
3. It was getting to that point where Gerard was just tired of talking about The Black Parade. It was over now, anyway, and they were still getting the same ream of questions: Where did this concept come from? Gerard, why did you have the blond hair for awhile? Are you doing another concept album next? It was all of that, interspersed with, What’s Frank’s favourite colour? What kind of pajamas do you wear?Gerard didn’t really mind interviews, all in all, because he loved how much the fans loved it. It was just that sometimes he got bored. To top it off, right now he was dead tired, and hadn’t had time to get any coffee. It was hard to even keep his eyes open
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1. and 3. Out of order: short fluff fics firstunphoenixApril 8 2008, 07:44:48 UTC
1. “Ryan!”
Brendon’s voice is sharp in his ear, and Ryan nudges their shoulders together as he says, “Yeah?”
“Ryan, they are watching us through the glass.”
Rolling his eyes, Ryan replies, “You’d almost think they want to take pictures of us or something.” He’s biting back a grin though, watching Brendon make big eyes at the cameras on the other side of the window. Letting one hand slide over Brendon’s shoulders, Ryan tugs him a little bit closer, and Brendon obligingly tilts his hips into Ryan.
When Brendon leans in and whispers to him, Ryan shivers a little at the hot air blowing over his ear. Then he has to laugh, as Brendon tells him, “It’s like being in the zoo. We’re only animals in a cage to them
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And NOW 2. (which apparently got too long for LJ's liking)unphoenixApril 8 2008, 07:58:07 UTC
(I cheated a little and made this the follow-up to your very first one, though with different tense and POV. I think you will be able to forgive me.)
2. “Gabe. Gabriel. Gabby. Buddy.”
“Bill.” Gabe inclines his head politely at his friend, doing his best to shake him off his shoulder and continue on his way back towards the Fall Out Boy bus. William, however, is persistent, and hangs on tightly.
“What is your pleasure, Gabriel?” William is batting his eyes at Gabe in an ingratiating manner, and Gabe rolls his in return.
“My pleasure awaits,” he replies cryptically, flicking his tongue between his teeth. William smiles back, kissing his cheek with sloppy affection.
The smell of beer is practically rolling off of him as Will rests his face into Gabe’s neck and whines, “Gone, Gabe. It’s gone. I’m done for.” Usually Gabe is all for hanging out with drunk-William, because he is fucking hilariousLess so at the moment, though. At the moment, he is more wishing that Bill would pick a new target for the evening. Maybe Sisky
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“Vicky-T, my lovely, not now,” he says, looking pointedly at his back pocket. She rolls her eyes.
“Now,” she says, and Gabe kind of wants to cry, but he also loves his Victoria Asher, and she punches really fucking hard. So he follows her. On the way, someone calls, “Whipped,” and he turns to salute them, chagrin written all over his face.
After he has sorted out Victoria’s problem (A leg judging contest. Why do these women insist on having these things when he is trying to hurry?), he actually runs for the bus door. And down the steps. And across the parking lot to Fall Out Boy’s bus. There was possibly someone who called for him on the way, but he is a man on a mission.
Throwing open the door, he says, “Wentz, I don’t fucking care if we have to use saliva next time, but I am-fuck.”
He stops midsentence, because Pete is lying on the couch where Gabe left him (The hell? Who runs out of condoms and lube while touring anyway? Those are like…an everyday necessity. Gabe always brings lots extra, just in case.), but he’s
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and yay, apparently I have acquired psychic powers. This is always fun.
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Psychic powers are pretty amazing indeed.
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*grin* I'm totally making you write a rarepairing.
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“Ray! Ray, take my picture!”
Brian’s ears perked up, and he turned to see Frank waving enthusiastically at Ray, who was holding a camera up to his face, pointing it at a tree across the parking lot. When Frank called, Ray snapped the shutter and then turned towards his bandmate.
“Why would I want to see your face anymore than I do already?” he shot back, but he was smiling, joking with Frank. Brian ducked his head and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck to keep from smiling. God, he loved this band sometimes.
Frank was smirking now, fiddling with the paper cup that he held, and Brian edged a little closer, thinking, I lied, I don’t love them at all. Not when Frank is wearing that expression. Generally that particular brand of smirk meant that Brian was about to be forced to save someone-either some poor victim, or on occasion Frank, when he pissed off the wrong person. Brian was their manager, not their keeper, honestly ( ... )
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It was getting to that point where Gerard was just tired of talking about The Black Parade. It was over now, anyway, and they were still getting the same ream of questions: Where did this concept come from? Gerard, why did you have the blond hair for awhile? Are you doing another concept album next? It was all of that, interspersed with, What’s Frank’s favourite colour? What kind of pajamas do you wear?Gerard didn’t really mind interviews, all in all, because he loved how much the fans loved it. It was just that sometimes he got bored. To top it off, right now he was dead tired, and hadn’t had time to get any coffee. It was hard to even keep his eyes open ( ... )
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“Ryan!”
Brendon’s voice is sharp in his ear, and Ryan nudges their shoulders together as he says, “Yeah?”
“Ryan, they are watching us through the glass.”
Rolling his eyes, Ryan replies, “You’d almost think they want to take pictures of us or something.” He’s biting back a grin though, watching Brendon make big eyes at the cameras on the other side of the window. Letting one hand slide over Brendon’s shoulders, Ryan tugs him a little bit closer, and Brendon obligingly tilts his hips into Ryan.
When Brendon leans in and whispers to him, Ryan shivers a little at the hot air blowing over his ear. Then he has to laugh, as Brendon tells him, “It’s like being in the zoo. We’re only animals in a cage to them ( ... )
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“Gabe. Gabriel. Gabby. Buddy.”
“Bill.” Gabe inclines his head politely at his friend, doing his best to shake him off his shoulder and continue on his way back towards the Fall Out Boy bus. William, however, is persistent, and hangs on tightly.
“What is your pleasure, Gabriel?” William is batting his eyes at Gabe in an ingratiating manner, and Gabe rolls his in return.
“My pleasure awaits,” he replies cryptically, flicking his tongue between his teeth. William smiles back, kissing his cheek with sloppy affection.
The smell of beer is practically rolling off of him as Will rests his face into Gabe’s neck and whines, “Gone, Gabe. It’s gone. I’m done for.” Usually Gabe is all for hanging out with drunk-William, because he is fucking hilariousLess so at the moment, though. At the moment, he is more wishing that Bill would pick a new target for the evening. Maybe Sisky ( ... )
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“Now,” she says, and Gabe kind of wants to cry, but he also loves his Victoria Asher, and she punches really fucking hard. So he follows her. On the way, someone calls, “Whipped,” and he turns to salute them, chagrin written all over his face.
After he has sorted out Victoria’s problem (A leg judging contest. Why do these women insist on having these things when he is trying to hurry?), he actually runs for the bus door. And down the steps. And across the parking lot to Fall Out Boy’s bus. There was possibly someone who called for him on the way, but he is a man on a mission.
Throwing open the door, he says, “Wentz, I don’t fucking care if we have to use saliva next time, but I am-fuck.”
He stops midsentence, because Pete is lying on the couch where Gabe left him (The hell? Who runs out of condoms and lube while touring anyway? Those are like…an everyday necessity. Gabe always brings lots extra, just in case.), but he’s ( ... )
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