Inner Musings of a Fragile Mind

QUIZ! Do it for me :)

2008-11-10T21:30:11Z

TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people right now.

10. You're the co-best person in my life right now

9. You're the co-best person in my life right now

8. Your girlfriend's as quiet as you! It's so cute :D

7. You make me laugh so much and I only met you in September!

6. I want you to listen, and listen good. I'm tired of hearing about it, I'm tried of being forced to think about it, I'm tired of wanting to tell you I don't give a flying fuck, but I don't. I'm a nice girl, but even I have my limits.

5. Yesterday you made me giggle oh VALARIEEEEEEEEE HAHHAHHAH

4. You have a serious case of Awesome. NEVER GET IT CHECKED OUT!

3: I can't believe we were only a friend apart! ILY! And miss your hugs!!

2. You're amazing, awesome and I love you to pieces; you're the joint best things within one of the best things that's ever happened to me and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being my friend :)

1. You make me smile when I'm down, you make me lose the game more times than I can count just by being you, your smile is infectious and should never be not there, you're the joint best thing within one of the best things that's ever happened to me and I love you a hell of a lot :)

NINE things about yourself.

9) It's Chrissi... not Chris... not CQ... maybe Pfftr, but only in extreme cases.

8) I can be a two-faced bitch, but only when there's extreme feeling there

7) I swear too much hah

6) I'd like body modificaton to start with a lip piercing before moving onto tattoos. Lots.

5) "I don't wanna grow up... not a penny will I pinch.... I will never grow a mustache.... or a fraction of an inch..." :D

4) I love my guitar

3) Was just asked to do more tests for the possibility of dyslexia

2) Music is love and I plan to make it my life and I will succeed.

1) I'm a bit concerned about the planned amount of glowsticks for Cobra hah

EIGHT ways to win your heart.

8) Smile!

7) Make me smile! hah

6) Don't call me on my bullshit if it'll make me doubt myself, but mention it once or twice until I get the message :)

5) STARBUCKS!

4) HUGS!

3) I can't stand it when my friends are hurt, so don't bullshit around

2) Be you for me and you; let me be me for me and you

1) Listen to music

SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot.

7) The Game - MARCO!

6) Uni

5) The combination of Laila and Diane

4) Writing and how I don't have much time to do it these days

3) Ideas

2) Music

1) The culmination of my reason for being; friends and family

SIX things you do before you fall asleep.

6) Get PJs on

5) Have latte

4) Put David Attenborough on low

3) Wash/brush teeth

2) Get bag ready for morning/ignore bag because lesson is in afternoon

1) Lie on my stomach > life my legs up > took the bottom of the quilt underneath my feet > put legs back down again. :)

FIVE people who mean a lot at the moment.

5) Kim

4) Laila

3) Diane

2) Family.

1) Other friends; the candycane bunch :D

FOUR things you see right now.

4) Laptop

3) Perfume

2) Ironing board

1) Envelope containing Cobra tickets :D

THREE songs that you listen to often.

3) Fall Out Boy - Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet

2) We The Kings - Check Yes Juliet

1) Bon Jovi - These Days

TWO things you want to do before you die.

2) See Springsteen play for his home town

1) Suceed

ONE confession.

1) I'm the happiest I've ever been in ANY stage of my life, right at this moment in time. Friends, Family, Uni... It's all amazing.

I don't want to change, and you can't make me :)

Fic: I Want To Fall - Part Two

2008-09-23T17:01:32Z

RAH Lj made me cut it shorter :/

Brendon didn’t go out the following night.

William brought him sustenance, but kept him in his chambers for a full 48 hours after he returned the first night.

“We thought he killed you,” Ryan said conversationally as Brendon sat at the piano in one of the lounge rooms and by the fire place, William rolled his eyes, but chuckled when Ryan stuck out his tongue childishly.

“Not wanting to put words in his mouth,” Brendon said, never once faltering on a note. “I suspect I cut things a little close however... you know... what with coming back at five minutes to sun-up?” he grinned and Ryan cracked a small smile of his own.

“Only slightly.”

“Ryan,” William called and Ryan looked over. “Gabriel requested a visit tonight...” and Ryan’s eyes narrowed. His smile turned into a pleased grin and he slipped down from the piano top with cat-like grace before standing up straight and bowing his head in William’s direction. “Tell him I miss his visits too,” Ryan, Brendon, Mike and Adam (who were sat speaking with William) laughed and Ryan left, a spring in his step.

“May I go out tonight, Sire?” Brendon asked, eyes closed, fingers moving over the keys, feet on the foot pedals as he waited for an answer.

“Can you guarantee to be home an hour before sunrise?”

“No, but I can guarantee that I will try,” he offered and William nodded to his back before verbally agreeing.

“There are these new things,” Mike spoke up. “Called cell phones... they’re seriously useful,” he laughed and William threw a cushion at his head.

“Some of us prefer tradition, Mike,” Brendon said, finishing his piece and rising from the piano, closing the top and locking it. He walked over to William and leaned over to press a light kiss on his cheek.

“Bring me back a story,” William grinned and Brendon matched it.

“I will try, Sire,” he bowed his head and left.

True to his expectations, Brendon was cornered within half an hour of entering the centre of Chicago. It was a popular club night, so he suspected the hunters were out at full ammo. Sighing a put-upon sigh when he felt the tip of an electricity taser at his neck, he pulled away from his meal, licked the wounds closed and sent her on her way. She looked confused, put out, but a look from someone behind her sent her packing.

For his part, Brendon raised his arms out to the side and waited.

He had a hood over his head again, but this time he knew they weren’t heading to Headquarters.

“It’s a shame,” he said lightly while Pete snapped his restraints in place, Brendon not fighting at all. “Really... you two... I gave you an opening to explore and do you take it? Nope. You deny!deny!deny!!!” he laughed and was slapped for his trouble.

It made him shiver.

But he snapped his eyes open mid-shiver, catching Pete off guard and locking him in a stare. Five seconds was all it took... ridiculously simple to be fair. Being so young leaves you susceptible to a lot of things... while enthrallment is not usually one of these things, with Pete it seems to be.

“Tell Patrick to inspect the mark on my neck,” he whispered and Pete nodded once. “Grasp him from behind and hold him there. Go on...” Pete blinked slowly, eyes still glassy, and called Patrick over.

Patrick, being the trusting soul (at least with Pete) that he is, went over and inspected the bite mark William had left purposely to remain well passed his healing rate.

“Who did that?” Patrick asked, not looking up and Brendon smiled at Pete over Patrick’s bent head.

“William,” Brendon’s voice was soft and Patrick stiffened. He tried to move, but Pete was quicker and he was grasped from behind.

“PETE!” Patrick shouted, struggling, but Pete’s eyes remained on Brendon

“Prepare to snap his neck,” he said and Patrick froze as Pete’s hands moved up his arms, to his head, and held him firmly in place. “Patrick, open your eyes, or he will snap your neck.”

So Patrick slumped and opened his eyes to lock with Brendon’s... he saw the smile in Brendon’s eyes, the amusement... and allowed himself to be drawn in.

“It didn’t hurt you last time, did it?” Brendon’s voice whispered before Patrick was lost to a haze of obedience and pleasure.

An hour before sunrise, when Patrick and Pete were curled around one another, naked on the sofa, Brendon stood at the foot of the staircase and released them.

“Would you like me to stay?”his smile was teasing and Pete growled.

“Get. Out.” He said, warning... and Brendon chuckled.

“You keep bringing me back...”

“Get out or I swear-” but Brendon was already ascending the steps, one at a time at a steady pace, not fast, not slow. In no rush to leave.

“I’ll see you around baby brother,” he smirked. “And partner,” and left.

“Have you told William what you’re doing?” Brendon looked up to where Mike was sat on a ledge just outside one of the windows of the building he’d just exited.

“William knows everything about me, Mike,” he said diplomatically with a shrug and Mike smiled, jumping down to land in a crouch beside Brendon. “Besides, he asked for a story.” He looked at the door with a secret grin one last time and walked away with Mike at his side.

“Can I have a spoiler?” Brendon laughed.

“You know, if you keep kidnapping me and bringing me to secure locations... you won’t have any secure locations left,” Brendon’s tone was amused, as always, and he was predictably slapped for it.

“Open your eyes,” Pete ordered and Brendon raised an eyebrow, not opening his eyes at all.

“I won’t be your excuse baby brother,” he said with a laugh, and was slapped again.

“Open them,” Patrick said this time and in his tone Brendon could taste the beginnings of... need.

He knew it.

So he opened his eyes slowly, locking them with Pete automatically. After five seconds, Pete was completely under, eyes glazed... but Brendon could sense a spark of fight before it fizzled out and Pete’s will was gone. A sideways glance at Patrick told him he’d been mentally taking notes, judging by the narrowed, analytic expression on his face.

“You want it,” Brendon said and Patrick blinked at him. “You want him, and he wants you, but you don’t want responsibility. You think by bringing me to a quiet place ever few nights will sate your desires, let you get all your attraction out so you can concentrate on work...”

“Not completely,” Patrick admitted quietly and Brendon raised an eyebrow, moving around Pete, telling him firmly to stay put and walking towards the other man. “Yes, that’s a bonus, but we tweaked his serum to see if he could break the enth-” he stopped speaking and Brendon smirked when dark blue/green eyes met dark brown. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“But you wanted me to know...” Brendon sang lightly.

“N...no...” Patrick took a step back.

“You think this... kidnapping... this using... can occur without consequences? You think just because I’m a vampire, I don’t care if I’m used and abused?”

“We don’t abuse you.”

“I didn’t say you did, I’m asking if you think I wouldn’t care.” He backed Patrick against the wall and kept eye contact. As Patrick lost his will to Brendon, he saw the smirk on Brendon’s lips and the harsh tone of his voice as he spoke. “See you on the other side...” and he was gone.

“Leave,” Pete’s glare was hateful as he tried to bury himself in the wall.

“You’ll have to escort me to Dandy territory.” Brendon said easily as he set the broken bone in his arm himself and wrapped it.

“We’re a mile away from the border.”

“We’re in Punk territory. You’re escorting me baby brother, or I won’t release your pet... maybe I’ll tell him to go out right now while I keep you here... with no will, he couldn’t fight, he couldn’t defend himself... what do you think would happen?”

“Nothing would happen,” Pete growled, pushing himself up onto his feet and trying to get some ounce of strength back. “You MARKED him!!!” he shouted, and all Patrick did was blink up at Brendon expectantly, waiting for instruction.

“I marked him to keep any other vampire, save perhaps William, from touching him, and in return, you are escorting me to Dandy territory.” He gestured Patrick up and leaned against him before levelling a hard stare at Pete. “You wouldn’t be able to stop me taking him with me tonight,” he said and Pete cursed him to high hell. “Be quiet,” he said as he was helped to the exit. “Come on, or greet the sun with a punk smile.”

The van stopped and Pete jumped out of the driver’s side door before stalking around the back and yanking the door wide open. “Release him! Now!” Brendon, however, just smiled and petted Patrick’s bruised cheek.

“Mike!” Brendon called and no sooner had the sound ended, the vampire appeared beside Pete, startling Pete into backing up hard against the open door and wincing as his bones jarred.

“William’s been feeling you all night.”

The smile dipped from Brendon’s face. “I muted...”

“He wanted to watch, and he is your sire,” Mike said, eyes narrowed dangerously on Pete. “Come on,” he held a hand out for Brendon, and when their hands clasped, Brendon was assisted out of the van.

“Hey, Patrick...” Brendon beckoned him forward and he came, crawling until he was kneeling on the floor of the van. He released him in a blink and as the cobwebs were waved away in Patrick’s mind, Brendon leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “How does it feel to use and abuse now?” he smiled, backed away and continued to walk, watching Patrick’s face pale further and further until he went green and threw up out the back of the van.

He even refused Pete’s hand on his shoulder.

Just before Brendon disappeared, Patrick looked straight at him and shouted, “It was YOU!”

“I don’t want you going back to them,” William said two nights later and Brendon looked up from where he was sat beside the fire reading.

“It’s nearly done, sire...” he said quietly and William sighed.

“Leave it another night at least... I like you relatively unharmed lest it be by my hand and mine alone.” Brendon, for his part, smiled beautifully and nodded once, and bowed his head in acceptance before going back to his book.

“We shouldn’t be here,” Patrick said, pacing up and down the room and chewing his nails.

“Stand still would you?” Pete growled, arms folded over his chest and glaring at Mike, who was stood staring at them, looking very amused.

“You can always leave... Brendon assured you two passage here for tonight, this meeting... the doors are open...”

“No!” Patrick snapped, then his eyes widened, he blushed, and continued his pacing.

They were waiting a further five minutes when Pete straightened and Mike left the room, only to be replaced seconds later by William and Brendon.

Pete hackles were up instantly.

“Don’t even think about it,” Brendon said, eyes narrowing on Pete, who growled and stared at the floor. “Why are you here?” he asked them and Patrick glanced at Pete before opening his mouth to speak.

But Pete beat him to it.

“This stupid obsession,” he griped. “With you, what you do... Clandestine found out...” he was clearly uncomfortable with speaking. “We were out...”

“The fire at Headquarters...” William murmured to Brendon, who nodded. “So you are here because you have nowhere else to go? I find that hard to believe, Peter.”

“He has... we have places to go... out of the city... but the exits are being monitored by other factions, there’s the vampire population-”

“Brendon made you safe,” William pointed out.

“But not Pete,” Patrick added.

“Pete isn’t mine to make safe,” Brendon tipped his head towards William, who was staring at Pete intently.

“Clandestine think we’ve been compromised...”

“You have.” William’s voice was liquid and Pete’s eyes snapped to his and they stared.

“You took me, fell to me... your minds did not want to be released until I released them. Again and again you took me, again and again you fell to me... you let yourself fall to me...”

“You want to fall,” William finished and Pete shuddered, falling to his knees without losing eye contact.

“He...” Patrick hesitated slightly before he went on. “He wants to go home,” he said, and Pete flinched.

“Say it,” William demanded of Pete, but all he received was a cold stare. “You want protection, I’ll give you it, you want a home, you’ve always had one. You want Patrick? He’s yours! You want Brendon? If he offers, you will take and be grateful. You are my childe and I will not forsake you, but you. Must. Say. It.”

“Pete...” Patrick whispered, pleading and Pete’s expression was cracking.

He bit his lip hard, breaking the skin, and shook his head as much as he could.

He’d spent 50 years fighting... for it all to come to this...

He wish he’d seen it sooner.

Brendon did.

“Sire...”
Hmm...-x

Fic: I Want To Fall (PG-13)

2008-09-23T16:59:43Z

Title: I Want To Fall...
Author: ClandestineMess
Pairing: (kinda)Pete/Patrick, Pete/Patrick/Brendon
Fandom: Bandom: FOB, PATD, TAI (mentions Gabe + others)
Rating: PG-13 (If you feel its different, let me know)
Word Count: 4,188
Warning: (everything is hinted nothing explicit) forced, abuse, the using of others... etc, nothing too bad
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
A/N: A friend requested Pete/Patrick 16Candles!verse. Another friend said hot threesome action for Bden (a line taken from another fic), here is... kinda the mishmash result.
Summary:The serum has some unintentional side-effects for Pete...

Brendon would say it was a nice night, and in fact, he had said as much not half an hour before arriving at his current place of rest.

Forced rest.

The night had been nice... no clouds, the stars could be seen if you were stood at the right angle... and looking away from the glaringly harsh lights of the unsightly orange lamps dotted on every street. It made being a creature of the night fairly difficult in that... the night aspect of said title being completely over-written by light, light and yes, yet more light.

And people wonder why a vampire sticks to the places the lights can’t touch? The dark alleys, the nooks and crannies...

Most of those places were filthy, and it made Brendon shudder and tear at his clothes when he returned to the manor on a morning.

He abhorred dirt.

Most of his kind did.

Call is a species problem.

And speaking of dirt... his nose twitched and hands curled into fists before uncurling, fingers stretching delicately, deceptively innocent, before relaxing again. A noise above him told him the basement door had been opened, not that he hadn’t caught the scent of approaching filth... the noises merely confirming his suspicions.

“Trying to be quiet isn’t really working for you,” Brendon intoned, voice sounding bored through the hood that had been hastily shoved on his head before he was brought to his place of forced rest.

He snorted mentally.

As if the entire vampire world in Chicago didn’t know there ‘here’ was.

They were all told to ‘indulge’ Pete and his band of merry until William got bored.

Sadly, for Wilson at least, William was not getting bored in the slightest.

Wilson had been an unfortunate casualty in the last street battle... Travis had lost DeSashi too, Gabe lost Victoria and Ryland...

“I was under the impression you were sleeping,” a soft voice said and Brendon smirked.

“Your impressions were mistaken, it isn’t even 2am.”

“It’s ten seconds too.”

“Exactly.”

There was a lull in all talking for a few minutes as the owner of the voice moved around. Without having to strain to hear at all really, Brendon used the man’s movements to draw a semi-usable mental map and deciphered that the room was simple. Tables lining the walls, two noticeable workstations, something actually on a wall to his left...

“Will William not wonder where you are if you don’t return at dawn?” the voice asked, about two metres away and Brendon flexed his fingers in an imitation of a shrug.

“You think I answer to William?” he asked and the man snorted.

“I do not think you answer to him, I know you do. I’m not a fool, so don’t take me for one.”

“Oh, I apologise, I thought it was you who kidnapped a five century old favoured childe of the cities strongest vampire...”

“So you admit you are connected to William.”

“You didn’t ask me if I was connected to him, he is my sire, of course I am connected to him. You asked if he would wonder where I am if I did not return at dawn...”

“And...”

“I’m sure he has other... things to concern himself with...” Brendon smirked and sure enough, a second later the hood on his head was yanked off harshly and only closing his eyes at the harshness of the light in the room saved them from being sprayed with a mist of blessed water.

He sighed.

Now he was going to itch for the next five minutes without being able to scratch it.

Fantastic.

“Are you finished?” he asked patiently, not opening his eyes.

“You can open your eyes,” another voice spoke up, mildly annoyed and Brendon was slow in doing so, letting the trail up two pairs of legs, two pelvic regions, two abdomens, two torsos... until he was staring at two people... men... “Since when did we torture?” the new guy asked the other guy, hands on hips and glaring while the other guy rolled his eyes.

“That isn’t torture.... he didn’t even flinch!”

“Not the point, go upstairs. Send Pete this way when gets back,” the other guy, short, cropped hair, mildly dark skin but not too dark... looked Jewish to Brendon, and he should know, he’s tasted a few of them... left with a huff, slamming the door behind him pointedly, making the new guy roll his eyes.

“So you are Patrick,” Brendon said, tone sounding mildly interested and Patrick blinked, taken aback for half a second before going completely on the defensive and blanking all expression from his face.

“How did you know my name?” he asked cautiously and Brendon grinned.

“You aren’t the only spitfire with a keyboard in the Greater Chicago area...” he stared into Patrick’s eyes and smiled an easy smile. Patrick, for his part, stared right back.

“Oh.”

“Quite,” Brendon chuckled, never once losing eye contact with Patrick until he saw it happen... Patrick’s eyes glazed over and became half-lidded and Brendon’s smile widened to a grin, showing his teeth in a thin line between slightly parted lips as he sucked air into his useless lungs, a habit none of his kind ever really grows out of.

Expelling the air is never really necessary; the blood, still live with the energy of the feed he’d taken a few hours previous takes all the necessary oxygen to keep him thrumming for longer... the carbon dioxide lingers, not really helping, not really harming.

William went on a chemical analytic streak a few decades back.

Brendon cocked his head to the side a little and drew Patrick closer, projecting thoughts, luring him in with enticing images, promises... until he was stood barely an inch from Brendon and staring at him with something resembling desperation, need... and a lot of want.

Very slowly, Brendon moved his gaze from Patrick, to the cuffs and Patrick wasn’t dumb, he got the idea straight away and eagerly unclasped the right wrist first, rubbing the skin beneath as if the cuffs had cause Brendon pain before going to the left wrist and repeating the process.

“Patrick,” Brendon whispered and Patrick looked at him, eyes wide, glazed but focussed solely on him. “Patrick you are such a beauty,” he kept his tone soft and Patrick preened, moving back and leaning into the arm Brendon curled around his shoulders.

His ears twitched and he wrapped his other arm around Patrick to keep him still and pressed against him. “Stay still for me, hold onto my waist... there you go... such a beautiful Patrick...” he crooned, stroking the hair at the back of Patrick’s head. “Don’t talk, don’t react... blank out any voice other than my own...”

“Patrick? Yo, man... you down he-” Pete Wentz stepped onto the landing and stared down at where Brendon was holding Patrick close, hand wrapped around Patrick’s head while his other hand was resting on Patrick’s shoulder... waiting. Pete’s face turned immediately to thunder and he jumped down from the landing, landing hard on the concrete floor of the basement and growling hard at Brendon. “Let him go!” he snapped but Brendon smiled.

“Calm down, or I snap his neck,” he said, calmly, and felt Patrick sigh against his neck, content. Pete continued to growl so Brendon increased the pressure of his grip on Patrick’s head, making him whimper in pain. “Calm. Down.” And Pete calmed so fast that Brendon just grinned, easing his pressure and letting Patrick relax again. “Move to that door or make any noise to alert the others, and I snap his neck, then I snap yours.” Pete snorted and Brendon’s smile turned sharp. “I’m over 450 years older than you, fledge, I can snap your neck.”

“Then why haven’t you?” Pete snapped, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides.

“Because you amuse William. Nothing more, nothing less.” This makes Pete’s eye twitch and Brendon could taste the mixed emotions the news made Pete feel.

“He’s never made anyone that hated him the very second he woke up?” Pete sneered.

“Yes. He’s had childer who hated him, who loathed him, who actively fought against him... note, my tenses are all in the past.” Pete’s eyes widened in realisation and Brendon smirked. “You think you’re special... your only special feature, is that you’re eye candy, and you found the most adorable specimen in the known world,” he stroked Patrick’s hair again and Pete growled. “Now, now... none of that Peter...” He stared into Pete’s eyes, more out of habit than any actual attempt at enthralling him because the enthrallment doesn’t work on vampires.

But when Pete’s eyes glazed over... Brendon had to actively force himself not to let his own eyes widen.

Well then... and Brendon’s smile turned predatory. “Come here, Peter.”

When Brendon arrived back at the Manor at five minutes to dawn, he knew he had till the door shut firmly before- “Omph!” he grunted, letting his head fall to the side, neck bared, arms out and held under his own strength against the door as William inspected him, growling.

“You still try me, Brendon,” his voice was low, tone clipped with annoyance and a sense of relief. But Brendon didn’t smile.

“Sire,” he murmured and William’s hips ground against his own, making them both groan... and then... William froze. Inhaled deeply and Brendon waited.

“Why can I smell my youngest in the skin of my oldest?” his tone was curious, but Brendon had known William for 500 years.

“Chance,” Brendon whispered. “And... by the fact that said youngest is susceptible to enthrallment.”

“You let them live?” William asked, now genuinely curious and Brendon allowed himself to move his head and meet his sire’s eyes.

“I had fun,” he grinned. “And besides, sire, your words were to not kill Peter or Patrick... and you know me,” he cocked his head to the side slightly. “I am never one to defy my sire.”

“No... no, Brendon, my oldest and most trusted, never have you defied me...”

“I aren’t your most trusted, sire, you rarely trust anyone anymore.” William grinned and they both straightened.

“Truer words were never spoken. Now, will you join me today? Tell me your story before we rest.”

And Brendon did, because Brendon, for all his years, would still do anything for his sire.

Hours later at the Hunters headquarters, Andy walked downstairs to check on their guest, only to find Pete and Patrick working furiously through plans at one of the work desks... but no vampire.

“We missing something?” he asked and Pete grunted, looking severely pissed off. Patrick didn’t look much more pleasant so Andy surmised that the vampire had escaped, and they were just annoyed at that. “Right, I’ll tell Joe. Pete, get some rest, Patrick you too. You’ll be no use to anybody if you don’t.” And then he went upstairs, leaving Pete and Patrick to stare at the table, then at each other until Patrick looked away, flushing.

“He right,” Patrick’s voice was small, far away, and Pete blinked at him. He was still looking in a completely different direction but Pete was the only one there so...

“You-”

“We... we should rest now,” Patrick interrupted, turning to face him again. “We’ll go out tonight... see what happened... see if he’s out an about... get some fucking answers.” He’d got progressively angrier with every word until the last ended on a shout and Pete was there, in front of him and pulling him into a strong hug that he couldn’t possibly fight against even if he wanted to. “He knew...” his voice hitched and Pete squeezed, nodded his head against Patrick’s neck, but remained silent until...

“Bed.”

Part Two...

RAH!!! Iuno :s
-x

TAI Gig PIcs! GTFI! hahha

2008-09-19T22:06:26Z

Alright, the previous post was riddled with spelling errors because when I was writing it I was seriously shaking with excitement! hahaha

So I'm gonna share with you another part of my EXPERIENCE in the form of...

RAHRAHRAH ENJOY!

These are pics of after the show btw :)

Alright, I think this is Kennedy! HAHAH I didn't ask names, I saw the band, loved it, wanted pics with this dude because seriously fucking *love*. If I'm wrong, don't kill, correct! :D

This is Diane and (I hope) Kennedy. This dude was seriously nice<3

John, the lead singer from The Maine, and me. Hotness, and supreme love... and John too hah! <3

The blurry was my fault, I'm SORRY Diane!

Hunter Thomsen and ME!

Diane! Hunter Thomsen!

I told Travis I was so totally going to buy his album and he did a double take and was like 'Oh! Oh really? Wow! Thank you so much!'

Dianeeeee and Travis! NICENICENICE... Is is obvious how excited I STILL am about this night?

Adam T Siska! FTFW!!!! This dude was amazing<3

Diane with SISKY!

Michael Guy Chislett was awesome! I fangirlled. omg.

That thumbs up... was because it took me for-fucking-ever to press the right button HAH

BUTCHER! So small >.<

Laughing at the BOING! Seriously...

Carden Carden... pissed at the world but not at us.

Shoulders<3

RAH TAI

2008-09-17T09:17:08Z

We got on the train... got butterflies because, seriously.... TAIIIIII!!!!!

We walked along the road to the cockpit, nearly pushed in front of everyone because we weren't sure which end was the entrance, which end was the end of the queue hah, but we figured it out. And then the queue was moving, we were going in.

I had my bag searched :| Diane got her juice taken away. :||

THEN WE WERE INSIDE!

The Maine played first, and dude, they were pretty awesome; we spoke to the lead singer afterwards and asked him about his arm cause it had been in a cast.... he said he broke it falling down some stairs and we were like 'awwwwww', but he said it felt semi-alright, it didn't hinder his perforance so all the better for us!

We got pics taken with him, which was uber fucking cool. He was soo nice.

THEN (or maybe before, iuno) we met Travis from We The Kings... who was seriously, uber fucking nice.

Btw, We The Kings? Awesome. Travis came out to the bar area and was signging this that and the other every which way and admitedly, we didn't ask him to sign anything which, in hindsight, may have been pretty rude, but we got pics with him and his HAIR! omg his hair is awesome. We got pics with Hunter Thomsen too, who had his hair cut but had a sweet jumper on so woo.

I can't even remember who else we got out pics taken with but there was a couple of others before we went outside.
OMG

OUTSIDE!!!!!

DUDE

Outside was FUCKING AMAZING.

Seriously....

TAI!

*melts*

OK...

Sisky came out first and was soo sooosoo nice. I know I've said that about everyone, but THEY WERE SERIOUSLY FUCKING NICE

He signed our tickets, Diane's album art for the 'Almost Here' album and he rocked! He did little Homer Simpson drawings on it and gosh, he was so nice. He spent about half an hour outside with fans and a few guys on the crew I think, but then he went back inside.

Michael Guy Chislett came out then, holding a box or something and complaining about getting his hair wet in the rain. We were like... dude... you're in the UK. Suck it up!

He stayed out for a bit too... we got autographs, pictures, I spoke with him for like five minutes and we were talking with these two other girls and having a weird discussion about 'shoes' and the scare factor of a group walking down into the alley. It rocked. I told him the band was awesome, the new album was awesome and I loved their stuff.

I may have fan girled, but FUCK!

Who can say they fangirled a band member while the band member was STOOD right there? hahhah

Travis came back out then and Skaii, who was there too, wanted a picture with him. She was like *GASP* when we told her we already had pictures with him so Diane took one of her, her boyfriend and Travis while I spoke with Chislett.

Then a while later THE BUTCHER came out and he was like WOAH! SOOO skinny.

I didn't even realise ANY of them were that skinny. But fuck...

The Butcher was unbelievably nice. He signed autographs, posed for pictures and stood out and talked with us all for a good long while.

Skaii kept asking us who was who because she only came to really watch We The Kings and The Maine.

She was like "Who's that?" All whispering....

So we said "The Butcher."

And she said "SSSHHHH!!!!" hahahh

Then she wanted to know why he was called 'The Butcher', so we asked him and he said 'becuse I used to be a butcher' and we were like... 'the most OBVIOUS answer. Ever.

And Skaii said she was scared of him! And she was a vegetarian!! hahhah

But eventually she came around and Diane took a photograph of him with her and her boyfriend.

Then the guys went inside... Chislett and Sisky went into Leeds without supervision and we were like O.O!!!!!!! Grown men, sure, but this is LEEDS.

We waited around for another 45 minutes or so and finally Mike Carden came traipsing up the steps looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, but he was cool, and stayed out for a talk, signings, pictures and stuff. And that was like.... ten minutes, then he went onto the bus. He looked kinda pissed off, but sucked it up for the fans.

Which... y'know..... is more than I can say for some people.

I mention no names, but can you tell who's missing out of my events list? :)

All I say is 2 1/2 hours we were out there.... and we went home kinda disappointed.

But someone's arsewank behaviour totally doesn't take away the awesomeness of the night and it really was. Awesome.

Also...

Diane and I may have got two more people into the game :)

-peace xx

Ike

2008-09-14T14:25:10Z

Anyone got any news on IKE and its affect on Houston?

I have a friend there and am kinda concerned...

and by kinda, I mean a lot.

thanks

Do me a favour...

2008-09-09T23:20:18Z

Fill this in honestly and be awesome for five days. Seriously. AWESOME... come on... you know you want to...

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A.

2) What was your dream growing up?
A.

3) What talent do you wish you had?
A.

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A.

5) Favorite vegetable?
A.

6) What was the last book you read?
A.

7) What zodiac sign are you?
A.

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A.

9) Worst Habit?
A.

10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A.

11) What is your favorite sport?
A.

12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A.

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A.

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A.

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A.

16) Do you have any pets?
A.

17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
A.

18) What was your first impression of me?
A.

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A.

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A.

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A.

22) What color eyes do you have?
A.

23) Ever been arrested?
A.

24) Bottle or can soda?
A.

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A.

27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A.

28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A.

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A.

30) Do you swear a lot?
A.

31) Biggest pet peeve?
A.

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A.

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A.

35) Do you believe in God?
A.

36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
A.

A W E S O M E

:)

Holiday, Happenings and Goings On.

2008-08-30T13:36:55Z

I wrote three times this week I think... so I'll just put them in one after the other :]

Alright, so its 23:15 on the 26^th August 2008, I’m four days into my holiday about to start my fifth and I’m a bit bored. I mean, I’ve been bored pretty much a good 40... 50% of the time here, but it’s been a manageable kind of bored where a text would help me out... from Diane more than anyone else. Laila... I think she’s ignoring me in favour of Sam ha! And Nikki had Janine over so I can understand that. She has texted though so (y)!

Saturday on the way here, I threw up :s Since, my throat’s been sore and my voice has been very high pitched and squeaky and RAH!

My bra went pink with the blackcurrent ribena flavoured vomit... :/ dude, I lived it, you hear about it. This is just one reason why you exist my friend!

Anyway, it’s now back to being white, but tomorrow morning I have to go back to the launderette to wash my trousers and jeanssssss... before we go to Boston.

I can’t find. Any. Highlighers. Anywhere. EVER!

And pointless. I’m in a seaside town. And there’s NO HIGHLIGHTERS ANYWHERE!

On the plus side, I got the beginnings of Diane and Laila’s gifts yesterday. Got myself a little something too :D

AND! Six more pairs of socks.

I think I’m getting addicted to socks. There’s some neon ones in the market that I adore and I sooo want so I seriously plan to go back at some point and get some. I don’t know how Laila might feel about getting socks as part of a gift so I won’t get her any, but I’d like to... she’d like them.

I got a Betty Boop key ring where she’s holding a guitar and looking particularly hot. Dad got uncle Chris an ACDC mug... come to think of it, Diane might like something like that. I’ll ponder the possible transaction.

Oh, my mum and dad keep asking me if I want to go to the beach, and I don’t. It just isn’t relaxing at all for me. I don’t know how I can get them to understand where I’m coming from! Seriously. I just don’t find sitting on a beach getting sand in my crevices (of which there are many) and itching for the next four hours. I like sitting somewhere comfortable, within reach of a cold water supply, or hot tea depending on the weather, and listening to music. Lots, and lots of music. Good music. My kind of music.

And listening loud.

I brought my laptop with me, obviously, and admittedly, I feel a bit iffy about leaving it in the caravan while I’m out but oh well.

I don’t have my CD player, which is gay, cause seriously? One needs a means through which to listen to music.

Also, I want a pair of retro headphones. Not overly big, just big enough to cover my ears. I blame Patrick Stump for this want, completely and utterly blame full of Stump.

I have music on my laptop but the speakers are shite, and I don’t want to have to sit down at the thing and listen... I’d like to just put it on, open the windows of the caravan and just listen. And listen loudly... Mindful of old couples and young families for neighbours, but the two emo girls opposite have been giving me weird looks whenever I walk around outside... maybe they heard the music? Iuno. I’m not bothered to be perfectly honest.

MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC

Music is my relaxation. Music is what I want to live, breath, fucking sleep.

It’s my passion. I listen to as much as I can as often as I can, to the point of forsaking conversation with family to listen to it. Yeah... they weren’t happy about hat particular episode hah.

Well... I didn’t want to watch Indiana Jones... or Eastenders... or Coronation Street... or anything else.

*sigh*

Oh well.

~~~

Yesterday… I wanted to write something but I fell asleep towards the end of the football (Liverpool) so I couldn’t write anything. And now I don’t think I can remember what we did :s

OH! Boston.

Hah! Boston is amazing.

Seriously.

The church is called St. Bolotoph’s... I think. I’ll check it out when I get home but I’m pretty sure that’s it. And it’s amazing. It’s sooo much like a Cathedral it isn’t even funny. It’s beautiful! I love anything like that anyway but this, in a town we only went to, to see the market, was a sweet bonus. Seriously!

The entire town is an amazing little hub of old buildings... old, rusted red brick buildings with relatively small outside faces but very long, Tudor style housing with English rose motif work, blackface stone work buildings, old English tavern style pubs... it’s all in Boston. And driving into Boston we saw huge houses that were more like baby mansions than actual houses. They were gorgeous.

I’d love to live there. Seriously!

I was talking to dad about it and he said that there’s probably old money there. Old money or new money. We reckon you’d have to be a part of that society, or be so successful in your own business, trade, field, etc, that you could afford to live there. Because it looks expensive...it feels expensive.

It probably is expensive.

I want to live there though. Oh my God do I want to live there.

We arrived there and the first thing I saw was this emo dude who, admittedly, wasn’t totally hot, but was easy on the eye and I appreciated the eye candy for a while.

DUDE!

Socks.

I think I’m beginning to get seriously addicted to socks.

This, coming from me, who used to steal her dads socks so she could actually wear some.

I got some neon green ones today too :D and some Betty Boop ones which are lush. I want some Micky Mouse ones as well as Winnie The Pooh.

But that’s just me.

There’s this goth shop in town that I like and I went to today; I got myself a few badges and a neon pink bracelet... but I’m going to go back tomorrow before we leave and buy a couple more bracelets for Diane and Laila; it’s pretty <3 There’re some nice hoodies in there too.

I wanted the minivan one; but the prospect of a Skelanimals one was too tempting to pass up so I decided against getting one in town and that I’d just wait till we get home so I can order one myself! <3

I so can’t wait now.

ALSO!

I was at the beach today! Photographic evidence proves this fact irrefutably. My chin looks (is) spotty :s and red, but I’ll live. The beach was kinda nice... I wasn’t relaxed at all; maybe it’s a self-conscious thing, maybe not? Mum’s probably right and when we get back I’m gonna sort myself out I suppose. It won’t hurt me to try, will it?

A healthier me is a better me and all that rot and caboodle.

Hmm... my thought processes just now:

Rot and caboodle > The Butcher: “Hey Michael, I got your chicken caboodle.” > Diane: “Hah! You just lost the game! *insert laughter*”

Yeah.... I’m kinda confused too. :/

YOU HAVE BEEN FOLLOOOWWWWEEEEDDDDDDDDDD

*shrug*

HAHHAHHAHHA

Today, at the beach, I was sitting in the wind breaker tent thingy listening to music cause music is my relaxation and you don’t care about that so I’ll move on. ANYWAY, I was sitting there, watching mum, dad, Jack and Ben down the beach at the sea. They were playing and watching Ben and all that rot, but mum turned around to walk back up the beach and get out of the water... and stupidly, turned her back on dad.

Gosh oh my God it was so funny.

Dad pushed her.

It was like slow motion – I kid you not.

She flailed in the classic flailing sense where her arms were waving and windmilling madly trying to grasp at nothing because nothing was there, obviously, and I thought she wasn’t going to go down at all, that she was just gonna keep her balance and proceed to kill dad for trying to even push her over.

But she didn’t.

She fell flat. On. Her. Face.

It was hilarious.

She waddled back up the beach dripping, soaking wet while the rest of us practically pissed ourselves laughing. She wasn’t amused, but fuck, Dad couldn’t walk straight for laughing.

I got some nice pictures of the beach time though so it’s all good.

It was all good anyway.

I still can’t relax there, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

I’ve been before, obviously, but this holiday just hasn’t felt the same in that... yeah, ok, I’m bigger than I was, and I might be comfortable with myself around my friends and family, but I don’t think I’m all that comfortable around strangers... which is weird, because I’m not likely to see any of them ever again.

Ever.

So I don’t know what’s wrong with me *sigh*

OH WELL!!!!!

Tomorrow... Skegness and back to Mablethorpe for BEACH TIME.

Of which I will not be present.

At least... not entirely. Thank you Very much.

~~~

“Say a prayer for the fallen angels; Stem the tide of the rising water...” – The Future Just Ain’t What It Used To Be – Pandora’s Box.

Today was... alright. Not the best last day of a holiday ever, and it certainly wasn’t the worst. I didn’t buy any more socks :( But I wanted to buy some more neon ones! Really, I did :/

We went to Skegness... got there for about half ten ish... maybe earlier, maybe later, but no more than half an hour each way. I got Diane a little something, I got a gorgeous bracelet in a posh shop, we had ice cream, mum bought two albums; Boyzone and Westlife. She originally picked up Take That, but saw Westlife instead so put Take That back.

As much as I like Boyzone and Westlife... I think I’m glad I’m not riding back in the car with her tomorrow morning.

I just put a load of Steinman, Springsteen and Bon Jovi on my mp3 player though so iuno. Maybe I’ll listen, maybe I’ll listen to dad’s stuff.

I really don’t want to go home again tomorrow... this week has been so relaxing for me. Beach time notwithstanding.

Oh, I was dropped off in town when we got back from Skegness and walked up to meet them at the car park half way between town and the caravan site... turns out, I got there just as they were arriving from the caravan where they got changed :] I got a little something for me; a little guitar pick necklace that isn’t much of anything, but I like it, and it’s purple so woo.

There’s also a printing shop in Skegness that I want to go back to at some point with Laila and Diane, cause dude, we are so getting those t-shirts hah! I would have totally gotten myself one today but the rents were there and :/ Questions.

After the beach for Ben and I, I got him showered, showered myself and got dressed to go to the shop, only to find that I’d forgotten my purse. After calling mum, I found out that I’d left the little fucker in the car :| So I had to wait for them to get back and when they did, they said they were going up to the amusements for a bit so I waited and we went up; I went to the shop, spent two quid on the Bingo machine and that’s it.

To be fair, I think I’ve done pretty alright this holiday. I only borrowed £10 off Dad because I was running out of money so yeah, better than last time when I had no money to my name at all and I borrowed it all off Dad. Well... I say borrowed. I mean... I took what he gave me.

That sounds so fucking lame but it’s true.

OH WELL

I miss my bed :(

This sofa is comfy, sure, but not as comfy as an actual mattress. And The mattress of the fold out bed is like... an inch thick :/ I’ll just bring a blow up mattress next time, and keep it in one of the other bedrooms during the day or something. Cause this shit is sooo crap.

Football tonight... God.

I’ll gladly put a tenner on Scholes being front page news tomorrow.

He jumped up as if to head the ball into the net, which was totally possible from his position, and ended up doing a fucking MARADONA and thumping it in with his fist.

Seriously.

So blatantly his fist that we were in a bit of stunned shock (is there any other kind of shock?) for a few seconds.

One of the Premier League’s most well rounded, well spoken, admittedly slightly slightly (alright, a lot) temperamental players, fists a ball into the back of the net.

I think (privately) he had a mental breakdown or something on the pitch.

Well, I don’t actually think that but it’s a possibility.

QI rocked.

Ahahhahh

Stephen Fry gave a little anecdote. I don’t recall specific details, but lord, it was funny.

“A woman had ordered a painting by an established artist, for a large amount of money in the 30’s, and a few weeks after placing the order, the woman has a friend over for tea. The friend looks around the walls and sees nothing different, so she asks the woman whether the painting by the artist arrived on time and in good condition, the woman replied with a yes, it had arrived in very good time.

So the friend asks the woman where the painting is, and the woman points to a far wall and says ‘oh, it’s over there’. So the friend walks over and looks around the wall, sees nothing until she notices something poking out from behind a curtain. She moves the curtain and down on the bottom half of the wall, the painting was hung, almost fully hidden by the curtain.

And the friend turns back to the woman and asks her what on Earth possessed her to hang something so beautiful and so expensive in such an unsavoury spot.

To which the woman replied simply; ‘Because there was a hook’.”

Classic. It was brilliant :)

Right, its 00:17am and I’m going to bloody sleep.

-Pfftr

As an after thought.

Writer's Block: Your Favorite Series: One Last Go Round

2008-08-21T21:28:30Z

If you could pick any TV show that has been off the air to come back for one more season, which show would you pick and why?

Submitted By idle_kid_city

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Dead Like Me.

She was so deadpan it was too funny. And he rocked to the core dude

If Light Were Dark, And Dark Were Light

2008-08-18T13:32:42Z

Is there some kind of pre-requisite for our favourite artists to have stemmed from some fucked up form of living before becoming successful and near enough responsible by the very words they speak, the thoughts they think, the fucking scent they emit, for hundreds of thousands of fans wanting, needing, fucking dying to be just as, if not more fucked up?

Is there a rule book somewhere that says you have to have at least one shitty thing happen to you in your life that affects you so much that you mar the world with your fucked up brand of emo?

Is there some spectacular narrative that states the great whoever had some Earth-shattering experience and suddenly saw a blinding light.

Right before he walked into it?

Is it possible for someone to be so unhappy with their lives, for them to be so depressed, so down on themselves, that they decide they can't do it anymore?

Of course that's possible.

I don't even know why I asked.

But is it fair for a person; a talented, well liked, well loved, well adored, revered, respected, person, who decide they can't do it anymore?

No, it isn't. But it happens.

And what's he a martyr of? Being screwed up? Having more money than sense? Having a daughter to take care of, only to leave her to grow up fatherless? Having a career in which he becomes an internationally acclaimed near-enough-brand name?

Did he end it because he couldn't handle the lime-light? Because he didn't want to be a parent anymore? Because.. what? He just didn't give a fuck?

Maybe it was an accident, maybe he didn't want to end it; he just wanted a hit. And took a hit that went too far. Maybe maybe maybe maybe.

And Maybe Elvis isn't dead.
Maybe I'm still 17.
Maybe we're living in a world that is as peaceful as it is ever going to be.

And Maybe... just maybe... every fucker in this knowledge, wants to say a huge 'fuck you, you selish fuck.'

I know I do.

Writer's Block: Running Things

2008-08-18T13:18:07Z

What would you change about your country if you could be in charge for a day?

Submitted By gentle_dream

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I wouldn't change a thing, but I would appoint someone with relatively decent views on what's right, what should be, what could be, what's possible, what's plausible, what's appropriate, what's inappropriate, what needs to be and what doesn't, who is and who isn't...

Someone capable, ready and willing to run a country like ours with dignity and pride.. someone willing to make Britain better for Britain's sake, and not his, or her own.

Writer's Block: Your Username

2008-08-17T23:15:35Z

Why did you choose your user name? Is there any special meaning or story behind it?

Submitted By lilbananapie

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I was thinking about Pete Wentz, Clandestine Industries, and Lionel Messi in the same instance.

Don't ask how it ended... it wasn't pretty.

Writer's Block: You, the Movie

2008-08-14T13:40:18Z

If your life was made into a movie, what type of movie would you want it to be? Who would you choose to play yourself? Who would play the important people in your life?

Submitted By amayasora2992

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A very boring one... and rather embarrassing.
Who'd I want to play me... Jemima Rooper.
My Dad... uh.. iuno... Viggo Mortensen? hah

Writer's Block: Your First Record

2008-08-14T13:37:12Z

What was the first music album you ever bought or owned? Do you still listen to it or have you moved on?

Submitted By mirandagaara

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Andrew WK - Party Hard.

Dad was with me when I bought it; it's still floating around somewhere. If it comes on TV I'll listen to it, but I wouldn't actively put it in my CD player anymore :/

Writer's Block: Where Names Come From

2008-08-14T13:34:49Z

Is there a story behind your real name or avatar? How did you end up being called that?

View 500 Answers

Chrissi: Dad didn't like Victoria and he winged the spelling on the birth certificate.

Avatar: Dude... MikeyFUCKINGWay

Writer's Block: Your Topic

2008-08-14T13:32:13Z

Is there a topic you can't stop writing about in your journal? Why do you write about it so much?

Submitted By beach_baby3000

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BDSM. *shrug* Its fascinating

Writer's Block: The Best Invention

2008-08-14T13:23:30Z

What would you consider to be the single greatest invention in the history of the world? Why?

Submitted By brianmorris

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The Written Word

Picspam: FOB Part two

2008-08-11T21:10:58Z

Like Bob and Ray in Part Three of my MCR picspam, I don't have a lot of pictures of Andy or Joe! And I feel totally retched about this fact so instead of going out and obtaining (slyly, all incognito like) more (which I'll probably do anyway) I'll combine the two and hope for the best :D!

Part One

So... here we are again.

And I suddenly heard a bar of 'here I go again' in my head.... <I> HERE I GO AGAIN ON MY OWNNNNNNNN</i>

Anyway! Joe first! Joe Tro with the amazing disappearing (and appearing just as quick) FRO!
*cough*

Wow... tough crowd :s

He's a happy little dude and we adore him... DON'T WE?

And thus! JoeTro concludes. He's awesome, got killer skills with the guitar and goes rather mad on stage!

Moving on... Andy Hurley! The Vegan ninja! Dummer-fucking-master! All Hail!... and all that rot!

And so, Andy Hurley in pic-format. He is The Bomb! (or one of many, as I use that term a lot)

Hope you enjoyed this installment!

Part Three... still to come :D

Ficlet: Bathroom Break (PG - Gen)

2008-08-11T19:21:31Z

Title: Bathroom Break
Author: ClandestineMess
Pairing: (mentioned)Frank/Jamia
Fandom: Bandom; A7X, MCR
Rating: PG (Gen)
Word Count: 514
Warning: swearing
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
A/N: N/A
Summary: Jimmy and Johnny collectively talk shit

“Dude, give MCR their dues and all that shit, but we aren’t even the same fucking genre!” Johnny groaned, jumping up onto the ledge where the washbasins were in one of the venue bathrooms.

“Tell me about it,” Jimmy muttered, rolling his eyes as he washed his hands. “Since when does heavy metal and prissy fucking pop with guitars mix?”

“Fucking never,” Johnny’s feet kicked against the side and one of the toilets flushed before its stall door opened, revealing a woman. Jimmy blinked at her in the mirror and Johnny gaped as she walked to the wash basins.

“Sorry,” she shrugged. “Ladies were backed up,” they nodded and she started washing their hands when the exit/entrance burst open.

“Yo, Jam! How long’s it take to take a fucking piss?” Frank Iero grinned, obviously just coming off a laugh. “Fuck you! You’ll get yours Toro!” he shouted, pointedly ignoring the laughing coming from the corridor. Johnny and Jimmy looked from Frank to the woman, who was rolling her eyes, grinning at Frank as she dried her hands.

“As long as necessary, motherfucker,” she retorted easily, pointedly taking as long as she possibly could until she screeched then Frank’s arms wound around her waist and his fingers dug into her stomach, tickling mercilessly. She wriggled away and ran out of the room. “MikeyWay! MikeyWay!” she yelled and Frank look mildly concerned.

“Uh... probably shouldn’t have done that,” he made a face and grinned at Jimmy and Johnny. “Sweet show tonight, guys...”

“Thanks,” Johnny said, a little uncomfortably.

“She your girl?” Jimmy asked and Frank’s grin widened, showing lots of teeth.

“Has my name on her ass and everything,” he laughed, holding up his left hand, showing the heart tattoo with her name on the banner and Jimmy laughed a little.

“Cool... cause, uh... we didn’t know she was in there, or your girl or anything, and we kinda just talked shit about your band... a bit...” he confessed, dodging Johnny’s flailing feet while Frank just laughed.

“Frankie,” Gerard stuck his head in the bathroom and gave Frank a pointed look. “You know your wife’s whispering sweet nothings in my brother’s ear, right?” Frank sighed.

“Yeah... hey, Gee...” his grin was back full force. “Johnny and The Rev here were just cursing out the band while Jam was in the stall,” he was bouncing and Gee laughed.

“We talk shit about your band, and you laugh?” Johnny’s eyes narrowed, and he looked a tad irritated. “You guys on crack or something?”

“Ha!” Gee smirked. “Not anymore, no... but... generally, when a dude talks shit about another dude’s band, they don’t tell the dude they talked the shit.”

“His wife wasn’t just gonna... not say anything to him,” Johnny flailed, making Frank laugh even more and wave them off before leaving the bathroom, still laughing.

“Jamia wouldn’t say shit to him,” Gerard chuckled. “You guys seriously rocked tonight though, great show,” he nodded, and shaking his head, a wide smile on his face, he walked out too, leaving Johnny and Jimmy stared at each other.

“Well shit.”

Ha! Enjoy :D

Picspam: FOB Part One

2008-08-09T20:28:35Z

Back again! This time, with FOB! And their ruling ways.

RIGHT!

Fall Out Boy!

L-R: Joe Trohman; Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley

(That's Dirty; he rocks, and works with/for FOB.... he also hurts himself a lot)

HERE ENDETH THIS PART!
innit

More to come! :D

Enjoy :)

Picspam: MCR (additional hardware)

2008-08-08T13:41:27Z

Because I'm nice... and I have way too much free time on my hands, I have more images!

Uh... of Frank

HAH

I have way too many on my computer, serious fangirl issues with him you can't even believe :/

Frank Iero... Take TWO!

(Dwarfed by surrounding images, this is NO LESS IMPORTANT!)

(Smoking isn't even my thing, at all, but even Frank manages to make it look somewhat attractive... though not much)

Enough live shots! Candids ftw!

Well, wasn't this fun?

I thought so too (y)

Enjoy :D

Picspam: PeteandPatrick!

2008-08-08T12:46:03Z

A request... or suggestion, I don't mind which hah, from shinodarely, and at first I was a bit iffy about it because I didn't think I had enough to warrant a lone spam, but it turns out, I do! HA! Who knew?

Well.. I didn't. but I do now.

First of all, let's introduce the teams!

Patrick Stump; lots of talents, far too many to name.

He's made of all sorts of types of awesome. And see, he totally agrees.

And Pete Wentz; bassist, screamer (a fact that I have a slight SLIGHT fetish for :x ), business man, DJ... anything else? I'm sure I'll find out. OH!! Married man and father-to-be :D

He has a pretty smile and a fetish for hoodies. I totally agree with that caption.

PETEANDPATRICK!

(My favouritest Patrick!!! And Pete's like... *gawp*)

SO!! Done

Hope it was enough :D

Enjoy!

PIMPING THE PHOTOBUCKET

2008-08-08T02:04:10Z

DUDE!

PHOTOBUCKET FOR THE FUCKING WIN!

Hosting a home for picspam pics... completely rocking the hosting Mastership.

I felt the need to PIMP up Photobucket for being the Bomb.

Pimped enough?

hahhah

Photobucket! You Rock!

Picspam: MCR Part Six

2008-08-07T23:12:26Z

These pictures seriously need to be split into multiple posts because I have far too many.

But as it's MCR, I don't quite care? It's all great fun and pretty pictures? Always great!!! :D

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five

BEFORE you pic devourer...ers enter! A few points I'd like to clear up or the safety of your computers.

There's 41 images in this cut... and seriously? Some are big pictures.
They all contain, at some point or another, Frank Iero. This is a good thing.
Finally... I would have chosen more, but I kinda didn't want your computers to fizzle and die tragically...

WOOO!!! Finally here.

I had fun oggling!

I didn't have fun choosing, cause DUDE! This shit is HARD! *pouts*

(Note: Jamia is the BOMB! And hot too)

(Alright, technically, Gerard's there too... but dude, I focus only on the Frank. THE FRANK!!! So should you)

(I'm a sucker for the live shots. Aren't you?)

RAH!!! FRANK IERO!!!!

I have more, lots more, but I don't want to overload anything!

And also, I couldn't decide which of my more I wanted *sigh*

ANYONE WANTS MORE! ASK FOR MORE!

moremoremoremore

Ok. Slightly neurotic. SLIGHTLY!

Here ENDETH my MCR Picspam of DOOM... and hotness.

Additional spam behind the click

Enjoy: :D!!!!

I sure as hell did hah!

Picspam: MCR Part Five

2008-08-07T16:04:50Z

So... Thie is Gerard Way, aka Gee...

He's all earnest and stuff... Recovering alcoholic... dude, this is a picspam. You want a bio? Wikipedia (y)!!!

Onwards!

End of Part Five :D

Part Six on its way!!! Frank has ALOT of space on my laptop. Picking and choosing never looked so hard, and so pretty :D

Part Six! FINALE!!!

Enjoy :)