Posts by takumi.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]oh no you're doing fine! c:
i just want to try and find good breeds of dogs, you know?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]@symphonic; plain curiosity in all honesty haha. xD

Leigh-Anne ; you have a pretty good point there. c: i still like hearing other peoples' opinions on the best breed of dog, though, and the dog that works best for them. i like learning more information about dogs. (:

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]"shut up," i griped lightly at his first remark, slapping his chest gently with my hand and turning my face away from him, sticking out my bottom lip rather childishly. it still amazed me when the surreal feeling hit, and it still did hit quite hard sometimes. like now, for instance. it was almost as if we had stayed a band these past few years and nothing bad had ever happened to any of us. it was a thought that always made a lazy smile touch my lips, until i thought of the pills stashed in my bunk and hidden in the closet in the back of the bus. it was that thought that was more a kick to the balls than anything. all my scars had healed and faded pretty well, and alcohol was a thing of the past. those pills were still a hauntingly real reminder, however, of the dark times i'd suffered through and it was always enough to mellow me the fuck out.

gerard's voice brought me out of my reverie again, and i grumbled, burying my face in his neck and mumbling something incoherently against his skin. not my damn fault it was so early in the fucking morning and i was still tired. not my fault he was ten times comfier than my bunk would ever be. as i pouted into his neck, the creaking sound of the door opening made me lift my head. it was so hard to miss ray, especially with his poof of morning frizz. i laughed at the split second look of surprise on his face, amused that it was brushed away without a second thought. usually our antics garnered that response. a kind of 'eh well it's frank and gerard' and just leaving it at that. it was funny as hell how me being wrapped around his back piggyback style was considered normal.

as ray spoke, i stared at him, slack-jawed and amazed. "you motherfucker!" i shouted after his retreating back, knowing he caught it just before the door slammed shut on his heels as he disappeared back into the bus. a grin was on my face now, a childish, wide thing that warped my face and made me promptly drop my cigarette in the ground and hop off gerard's back. "oh my god, those two are assholes but i don't even care. we're going to six flags!" the last time we'd went was back in 2004 when there was significantly fewer rides and significantly more drunkenness shared between the four (well, five of us at the time) of us, so i was fucking pumped. in all honesty i was a bit of a risk geek, and my inner thrill seeker was scratching to be let out as i tugged eagerly on gerard's hand to lead him back into the bus.

"you dicks didn't even give us any time to get ready! why would you wait until now to tell us? i don't understand the way you two think," i ranted as i barged back into the bus, glaring at mikey as he tried (and magnificently failed) to look nonchalant as he sat on the couch watching the old teen titans on the television. "asshole," i threw my pack of cigarettes at him for emphasis and skidded back into the bunk room, making my way to the tiny bathroom in the back to take a quick shower. as i pulled the bathroom door open, i heard a voice shout from behind me that undoubtedly belonged to mikey, "wait, i need to take a shower too!" and i chuckled as i slid my pajama pants off and tossed them in the general vicinity of the floor by the toilet. "you can always come take a shower with me, mikey..." i trilled seductively, busting out in laughter and slamming the door on mikey's expletives as i turned the shower on and stepped under the icy cold blast.

i wasn't sure if gerard was going to shower or not, so i kept the water on arctic freezing instead of satan's buttcrack hot, because i knew gerard liked his warm showers. i scrubbed all the oil and sweat and mess off my body from the show the night before, feeling the bus kick back into gear again as our driver finally got back from gallivanting about and decided to actually start driving us to our destination again. rolling my eyes, i turned off the water and exited the shower dripping wet and shivering. drying myself off didn't help, and now i had to deal with a mop of damp ebony hair hanging in my face and obstructing my vision.

grumbling to myself, i wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out into the bunks, and of course, finding absolutely no clean clothes. sighing under my breath, i emerged into the main area and walked across the room to where the clean laundry was stored at the front of the bus (amid gales of laughter and mikey yelling at me to put some clothes on, effectively getting him to almost start screaming as i pretended to 'lose' the hold on my towel) before making my way into the bunks to change into the clean clothes. ebony skinny jeans with rips in the knees, a black flag t-shirt, and white sneakers. so goddamn classy.

(( bandit it is then! c:
dude i know it's like wtf gee & lyn-z what ya doin
omg i'm so sorry this was rambly as all hell but i was trying to convey tour bus shenanigans because we all know there's plenty between bands who are touring together for long stretches of time i just suck at conveying that ugh ))

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YAAAYYY tbh i was the same way but i've had it for three years or so so i'm liek tha spotify pRO yes i'm being completely serious pffft
but yeah honestly that's the same way with anything. i remember when i first joined this site four or five years ago i had no idea which way was up or down and now it's like i know this place like the back of my hand xD

THANK YOU I NEEDED THAT
#schoolsuxballsack
ASDFGH MY MUSE IS BOOMING OMG MAYBE ALL I NEEDED TO DO WAS STOP BEING SO SQUIRRELY AND SIT MY ASS DOWN TO REPLY BC NOW MY MUSE IS OFF THE CHARTS
have i ever told you that you have the perfect characterization of gee? like seriously you deserve some type of reward for that

i am so happy you liked it omg <3333

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]oh my gosh thank you guys so much for the input!! this is awesome. <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]in all honesty, i just search up the songs/artists i want in the search bar in the top left corner, find the songs i want and right-click on them, then hover down to 'add to playlist -->' and then click 'starred'. then your music appears in your starred playlist and you can play them! c: you can make your own playlists and subscribe to playlists and stuff, but i think for now just having all your music lumped together in starred makes it easier. xD

haha i just added it right now. c;
ARE YOU KIDDING ME NO YOUR WRITING IS FRACKING FLAWLESS I LOVE IT
he totally is! but you manage to capture that perfectly and ugh this roleplay is so my drug right now. *o*

honestly, you should just watch all the videos on that mcr page. they're all pretty perfect. xP even though i tagged you in pretty much all of them but still

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]as i slipped into my clothes in the bunk area, i startled slightly when i heard the water turning on back in the bathroom. did gerard sneak past to get into the shower when i was out in the lounge antagonizing mikey? probably. i shook my head, hiding a small smile, as i pulled my black flag t-shirt over my head and wiggled into my skinny jeans. not that i really had to wiggle...i was skinny enough to the point it was fairly easy for me to slip skinny jeans on, and i needed my white studded belt to keep them from sagging around my hips. letting out a quiet breath, i stole a glance around the room and tuned in to the conversation ray and mikey were having out in the lounge, something about how the new teen titans sucked donkey balls and the old teen titans needed to have reruns more often. after concluding they weren't going to come into the bunk anytime soon, i turned on the hell of my sneakers and stole into the back room.

it was easy to locate one of my bottles of pills underneath a loose board in the bottom of the bus's storage closet. i had always known it was there (we'd had this tour bus ever since we started touring for the black parade album) but i'd never found a use for it until now. ignoring the way my fingers were trembling as i held the bottle in my clammy hand, i twisted off the cap and dumped some into my palm. i blanched as i felt the last remaining pills fall into my hand, the empty bottle mocking me as i stared at it. letting a shaky breath whisper past my lips, i tipped my head back and downed the little tablets dry, wincing at their bitter taste as they crawled down my throat into my stomach. capping the bottle and replacing the board, i searched around the room for a trash can, my body falling into the shakes as i finally located one in the back corner. nothing but a chinese takeout box occupied it, and i gulped, glancing over my shoulder furtively to make sure no one was coming as i fished through the takeout box and wrapped the empty bottle securely in the used paper and napkins that were inside.

straightening my body, i combed my hands through my messy hair and tried to calm my racing heart down. those pills usually had paranoia side effects for a little while after i took them, but i'd been taking more and more over the past couple weeks and the effects were getting worse. i thanked god gerard took long showers as i felt unrelenting tears escape from my eyes, goosebumps prickling my skin and my chest constricting from an unknown pressure. i couldn't breathe. my throat was tight and my fingers wrapped around the pale expanse of my neck, clawing at it to desperately try and open my airways. i gasped for air, choking on noises that were gurgling in the back pf my pharynx as more tears streamed down my face. i was dimly aware i was having a panic attack, but the thought barely registered as i stumbled over to the small spare bed in the back, collapsing on top of it and forcing myself to stay as quiet as possible, digging my fingers into my throat and curling my bony knees up to my ribbed chest. my vision was wet and spotty, and panic clouded my brain, taking over every thought until i was convinced i was dying there in that bed with my body shaking like a leaf, my face buried in a pillow, and soft sobs escaping my swollen throat.

all of a sudden, the attack ended just as quickly as it had started. my throat relaxed and the tears stopped flowing, my body steadily stilling and my muscles uncoiling from their previous tension. i laid there in that bed for a while, feeling my heart slow to a steady thump in my chest, and focused on my quiet breathing. that was fucking scary, but the quiet feeling of euphoria that followed was almost like calm high. i sighed, smiling as a sweet sense of bliss washed over me, slow and tranquil. this is what made it worth it.

i forced myself out of bed as i heard the shower in the bathroom shut off, and meandered over to where the mirror hanging on the front of the storage closet was. i wiped the dried crust and tears from my face, but my eyes still looked red and bloodshot. cursing under my breath, i peeked around the corner to check gee still hadn't reentered the bunk and dashed in, frantically searching for my eyeliner. i wore it for shows, but usually never out in public anymore. oh well, the guys most likely wouldn't question it. if anything, gerard was who i was most worried about suspecting something was wrong, but what was so suspicious about me deciding to wear eyeliner out? i mean, it's not like this was abnormal for us to do from time to time. i messily traced my hazel orbs with the coal black makeup, still impressed with the way i was able to apply it so fast and still make it look good. i sighed in relief when i noticed it also hid the redness from my eyes. with one problem solved came another, however. the red marks from my nails all around my neck. flinching, i turned to dash back into my bunk to try and find foundation, but gerard had already emerged. fuck. slipping back into the other room, i peered at my reflection and figured i could just pass my neck off as being really itchy.

satisfied as i could be at the moment, i emerged from the back room to see gerard slipping a shirt over his head. his back was still bare, and even though he had no muscle to speak of, the pale contours of his back and shifting shoulder blades moved under his creamy skin as he worked the shirt over his head, and my eyes involuntarily traced them as he pulled the black shirt over his body. iron maiden. of course. that had always been one of gee's favorite bands. i chuckled from behind him, a smile pulling at my lips. "of course you're wearing iron maiden," i teased. "now we can both look like a couple of emo rejects together," i joked as i approached from behind him. i almost laughed at the look of consternation in his face, and i poked his cheek affectionately. "i promise i didn't see anything," i half-lied, my voice sincere enough. i mean, i'd only seen his back. but i knew how much gee was self-conscious about his body and didn't like other people looking at him. he was the only one out of the entire band the other members hadn't seen naked at least some point in our lives, well, except for maybe mikey when they were younger. but that didn't really count. i respected gee's privacy, obviously, but catching stolen glances at even something as simple as his bare back sent sparks shooting through my belly. gee's skin was a mystery, and i'd always loved mysteries.

(( duh! cx
whoops sorry for the double dose of angsty realism in this passage but i plan on frank getting pretty bad before gerard finds out about it. maybe now could be where the suspicion starts? idk i'm just feeling angsty rn ))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]you're welcome! c: it is a lot easier. i have like 4000-5000 songs or something in my starred playlist lol. but then i have playlists dedicated to classical music and celtic music and mcr and documentary on wretched and divine and throwback emo kid music and country hits and rock hits and mcr's pre-show warmup playlist and it's all just a mess. ^u^

OH OH BTW i'm gonna be adding more songs soon because why not cx
now that my muse is up for hunt for songs is on again!!

i seriously think i've watched nearly every mcr video out there holy jesus
like i can barely find new ones anymore it's like a TREASURE when it find a new one lol

edit;; NEW SONGS ADDED UGH I DID THAT INSTEAD OF DOING MY HOMEWORK BUT IDC

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]i couldn't help but laugh at gerard's comment, bumping his hip with mine and sticking my tongue out at him. "what can i say? i'm a way man," i teased, humor lacing my words and everything feeling right with the world again as i joked around with gerard. everything that had previously transpired was swept from my mind as i began to turn away towards my bunk...bad idea. there was no mistaking gerard's casual glance at my neck, his eyes widening and staying glued to the red gashes burning on my skin. my hand twitched immediately towards it as if on instinct to cover it, but i stilled the advance. like that wouldn't be any more obvious. god fuck god FUCK. i was praying the dimness of the room would hide the bright red marks momentarily until i made some excuse to piss and found my foundation to apply in the bathroom before anyone saw. shit. that plan went down the goddamn tubes.

"yeah, i don't know what's up. my neck started itching like a motherfucker once i got out of the shower. maybe it was the shampoo i used?" i pondered, praying my voice sounded casual and confident. i could barely hide the wince that racked my body as gerard's cool, damp fingertips pressed against my burning flesh. well, that hurt like a bitch. i shifted slightly, trying to subtly move his fingers away from my pulse, which was pumping hard and fast as my heart picked up. hopefully, that was the only indication of my lying and i had just avoided gerard catching me mid-lie. my gut churned and i felt like i was going to be sick. i hated lying to gerard. he was my best friend, one of the only people i could trust with my life, with my every breath. it was just absolutely unbearable to think about how disappointed he'd be in me if he ever found out i still took pills. i was surprised he'd never commented on my weight or my selective eating habits yet. mikey and ray both had already, but i brushed it off like it was nothing. stress from the touring and all that. they both seemed to buy it well enough, but gee wasn't like that. he knew me. the look on his face showed clear as day exactly what he thought i was doing, but i knew gerard wouldn't outright say anything. that was just him.

i felt selfish indignation rise up in my throat at his next words, though i had absolutely no right to feel that way. my mind warped his voice into sounding accusatory, and it made me feel cornered. "jeez, gerard, i'm not stupid. i know what you're thinking and how the hell can you even think i'd do drugs or any of that shit again? thanks for the vote of confidence, i appreciate it." my voice was low and snappish, and if that wasn't a big red warning flag, i didn't know what was. i forced myself to calm down, blinking a couple times and taking a deep breath. i looked at him straight-on, the faintest hint of tiredness glimmering in my eyes. "i know i can go to you with anything. but nothing's wrong, ok? i promise." that empty promise ravaged my heart, but a smile on my lips and my hand reassuringly clapping onto his shoulder would be enough to buy me a little credit for now. "i'm gonna put some foundation on anyway. i'm not in the mood to hear mikey talking about how i have herpes, the bastard." i joked, trying to lighten the mood as i rolled my eyes on mikey's behalf.

it didn't take long for me to find the makeup and apply it to my neck in the back room mirror as mikey hopped in the shower (bitching about how we took so long, of course). it stung like a motherfucker, but i continued through it like a trooper, blending it and caking it on until the marks were nonexistent. wandering back into my bunk, i heard gee and ray talking about how long it was until we got there. about another hour or so, and i sighed, putting the makeup away and taking out my phone and headphones. as i emerged from the bunks, i ignored gerard's penetrating stare, instead focusing on flopping down on top of the two of them on the couch. ray grunted, shoving my shoulders in agitation but letting me wiggle onto my back and scoot until my head was propped up on the headrest, my upper body on ray's lap and my lower body in gerard's lap. popping my earbuds in, i set my phone's music player on shuffle and smiled in blissful content as the beastie boys began to blare into my ears. ahh, wonderful. i closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the world of music, unaware of what was going on around me as the bus trundled along the highway towards six flags.

(( ok good because i'm like a mix of angst and cuteness when it comes to roleplays ^u^ ))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]tbh i do the same thing. i listen to a lot of the same shizz over and over again, while also checking out new stuff. and i love listening to the radio so idk i just love music too. <3 AHH BUT I LOVE PTV. and there's some adtr songs that i absolutely adore. tbh all the bands on my profile are probably my top faves. *o*

BEAT YA TO THE PUNCH i actually already did that lol
can you tell i have n o l i f e

DO IT IF YOU DAAAARRRE~

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]dozing on and off over the next hour or so, i laid there peacefully with raw punk and heavy rock blaring in my ears. everything from the misfits, to kiss, to american nightmare, to afi raging in my ears. most people would give me weird looks about how i could sleep with so much unfiltered, loud music ringing in my ears, but it was almost like a lullaby to me and i let sleep take me. that is, until ray shoved me awake and gestured for me to sit up. grumbling, i pushed myself into an upright position and collapsed against gerard's chest, sitting curled up in his lap momentarily as ray got up to run off after mikey who had apparently stolen one of his shirts once he got out of the shower. as ray disappeared, i scooted off gee's lap, murmuring a sleepy "sorry," before i flipped myself around and nestled my head in gerard's lap. now this was more like it. "why are you so comfy, you bastard?" i yawned my rhetorical question, nuzzling my face into his thigh and almost instantly falling asleep again, not even noticing i had accidentally switched my phone off and i had fell asleep to the gentle sound of gerard's pencil scratching on paper.

an hour later, a sharp shake on my shoulder woke me up and i jerked awake, eyes snapping open to meet ray's inquiring orbs staring down at me. "frankie, we're here!" he crowed energetically. "what the * are you talking about?" i grumbled, rubbing my eyes and cursing as i realized i probably just smeared my eyeliner. "six flags, you dummy!" ray emphasized his point by hitting me over the head, and after i sent a death glare his way, i perked up. i had honestly completely forgotten we were on our way to six flags instead of just another show. i mean, don't get me wrong, i absolutely adored the shows with every ounce of my being. but rollercoasters.

hopping up, i eagerly followed ray out of the bus and jumped all three steps, landing hard on the pavement and stumbling a few steps before righting myself. glaring at ray as he sniggered behind his hand, i lifted my eyes in search of gerard. he was leaning against the bus, smoking a cigarette and staring off at the rollercoasters stretching up in the distance with an apprehensive eye. i felt a tug in my heart as i walked up to him. i knew that he wasn't that big a fan of rollercoasters, and i suddenly wondered why ray chose here of all places. why go someplace one of us wasn't comfortable going to? i mean, i couldn't be the only one who knew he didn't like leaving solid ground. i leaned up against the bus beside him, crossing my arms over my chest and letting an inquiring smile grace my lips. "you doing ok?" i asked, using my hand to gesture out towards the park to show what i meant. i nudged his shoulder with mine, slightly playfully but also in more of an attempt to get him to look at me. "you know, if you don't wanna go, i'll stay with you?" i offered, nothing but pure sincerity awash in my voice. it was obvious i loved rollercoasters, but i loved gerard more and i knew i would have a lot more fun with him than going on rollercoasters with ray and mikey knowing gerard was all alone.

(( short short ahh sorry but kinda filler i guess?? ))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]psst spotify
lol if you search up a band you like they always have a list of related artists on the left side of the page
it's how i find the majority of bands i like tbh

yeeeeaahh ooook i'm soooooo sure

YAY FOR VIDEO HUNTING
let's see if you can actually find a few i haven't seen c; this should be interesting

gah i wanna reply right now but i'm just exhausted and i have school tomorrow so bleh :c i shall reply tomorrow when i'm rested and museful again! ~

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]edit;; oooohhh i have another plot idea so what if between the whole bert/gee relapsing thing and the world touring is when they actually go into the studio to record conventional weapons?? and it's during gee's birthday so they throw a party for him and everything and i have ideas of presents frank can give him that's gonna be SO CUTE AND AHH

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]yeah, i like knowing someone's limits before the roleplay starts too! just so i know i won't be stepping on any toes or anything. c: and you don't have to apologize for being inactive; it's perfectly fine! we all have those times we can't get on as much as we'd like to.

now for the prompts, i shall pm my list to you and we can start from there. c; but don't worry about being lost or anything. it's really easy to get the hang of, trust me. xD

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]if there was any person in the entire world who could make me laugh nearly 100% of the time, it was gerard; especially when he turned to face me with his hands on his hips and his head cocked to the side. i slapped a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my giggles, but how the hell are you supposed to keep quiet when you had someone looking at you like that? i busted out laughing, leaning up against the side of the bus for support and clutching my aching sides. the look on gee's face was absolutely PRICELESS. "oh god, gerard, you make my life worth living," i chuckled only half-jokingly as my laughter calmed down slightly, eyeliner probably even more smeared from the tears that had gathered in my eyes from laughing so hard. "ugh, quit fucking up my eyeliner," i grumbled, swiping my hands underneath my eyes to remove any excess black. i sucked my lip ring into my mouth, looking at gerard's indignant face with a stifled smile. "alright, alright, fine. but if i see even the slightest shade of green on your face, i'm dragging you off to one of the gift shops and getting you a batman t-shirt," i pointed my finger for emphasis.

"if you two are done flirting, can we fucking go now?" mikey griped, arms crossed over his chest and signature scowl on his face. i couldn't help myself. i sauntered over to him, putting way too much sway in my hips and way too much bat in my eyelashes as i draped an arm over his shoulder and leaned in close. "damn mikey, why you such a killjoy?" i laughed, bouncing away from the angry swipe of mikey's hand and ignoring ray's shouts of "pathetic, pathetic!" as we began our trek towards the front gate.

ray had also neglected to mention the fact he had bought flash passes for us, meaning we could cut ahead to the front of the line on almost any of the rollercoasters. the thought made me bounce on my heels as we walked, biting my lip in excitement as we wandered closer and closer. i had always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie, ever since i was a little boy and decided climbing over the railing of a precipice next to a waterfall was a good idea on a family vacation. it only amplified when i got my first car at age fifteen and took it out for a joy ride...topping at 135 down the highway. there was nothing like the rush that flooded through your veins at such a moment, and it was odd how i got that same sensation playing live, even though i wasn't doing anything explicitly dangerous. i had taken a life studies class in high school that had talked about how your biggest passion in life gives you as much adrenaline as any bungee-jump or jump scare ever could, so i guess it made sense that jamming out live would give me such a rush. i knew it gave gerard that rush, too. which made me wonder why he enjoyed that rush so much but was terrified of the rush while going down the first hill of a rollercoaster. oh well. who really knew with that eccentric crimson-haired vocalist?

as we passed through the front gates, i stuck close by his side. partly to give him some sort of unspoken comfort, but mostly because i was kind of a selfish bastard and i just wanted to be by him. i let my shoulder nudge up against his and allowed our fingers to brush together as we walked, ray shouting about the ice cream and hot dog stands on either side of us and mikey harping at him to be quiet. i chanced a glance at him as i heard ray point out the closest rollercoaster to us, flapping his hand at me and gerard to pick up the pace as we approached it. he was definitely looking sick already, but at least valiantly trying to hide it. ahh, fuck it. i stayed stuck to his side like glue as we cut around to the front of the line, scooting up close next to him as we finally stopped near the front. distance screams and whooping shouts could be heard from the cars that were currently going.

it was then i actually bothered to take notice of what rollercoaster we were actually riding. in all honesty, it was the huge subway tunnel we were about to pass through with the big splash painting of gotham city etched all the way across it. "batman, holy shit!" i pointed out the painting, grin wide on my face as i turned to gerard with an excited jump. i knew i could coax some sort of smile out of him. that motherfucker loved his batman. "see, told you that had something batman-related here! and i bet you they have a gift shop dedicated to batman, too," i pointed out smugly, hazel eyes glimmering and nose scrunching up. i turned back to the painting and peered at it with a critical eye. i really wasn't much of an artist, but gerard was, and it was a perfect opportunity to distract him from the impending ride. "quick, good painting or nah?" i snapped my fingers, nodding towards the wall of the subway tunnel. maybe i was also being kind of selfish here, too. i loved listening to him begin a rant about art. the way his voice rose and fell, the way his eye lit up and his mouth curled ever more to the right when he talked, arms and hands flailing animatedly and voice pitching up in excitement. it was enticingly amazing.

(( click for a pov of the rollercoaster (you're sitting normally with your feet hanging over btw)
lol gee's gonna love this >xD ))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]i KNOW OMG lol my bank account is practically nonexistent since i gotta pay for gas and the jobs i work are crappy uuuuggghhh i just want some new MERCH ALREADY

AWW FRANK EATING TWIZZLERS IS SO CUTE i've never saw that one but it doesn'y count 'cause it was VINE xP
i saw the box one ahhh they're a bunch of doofbutts but i love them especially the blonde-haired gerard one :'3

yeah that's exactly what i was thinking!! i was thinking he'll go to frank with it after he finds out about the pills and after they adopt bandit, and it makes him feel like a lot better and everything (: but gee had already written some other songs and shared it with the band and they were kinda working on them between shows but gee didn't want to show the whole band 'the world i ugly' just yet bc he wanted frank to see it first?? /rambleramble

YEAAAHHH i have some ideas c; i'll surprise you! <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]ok you know what sucks my mom won't let me get albums that don't meet her 'tastes' like wtf it's MY tastes and MY money let me get my own damn shit please like seriously she will hide/toos out albums like fob or sws if i ever got them ;-; that's why i just illegally download bc it's the only way i can ever get songs on my phone i feel so bad for not supporting the bands but my mOTHER UGH

ugh FIIIINE i'll allow it to count cx
teehee <3 you know speaking of this i just made a playlist comprised of mcr interviews and backstage stuff and the whole 'life on the murder scene' and nada recording stuff and just a bunch of that sort of crap and i've been watching them in between cranking out 7 PAGES IN ONE NIGHT FOR MY WORLD HISTORY PAPER OMG

i know ugh that song came on when i was in the shower literally all i've been listening to is mcr lately idk and i was like FRANKIE AHHH i'm probably always gonna think of frank now whenever i hear that song tbh thanks nicole pfft

edit;; god idk if you've listened to these already but i completely fucking adore this it's literally my new favorite thing right now and wow frank's so shy i characterize him completely differently but oh well i love it and i love him so much my heart hurts

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]and there it was. a bright grin stretched over my lips as gerard's arms flew towards the painting, the muscles in his biceps twitching from around the sleeves of his ebony iron maiden shirt. my eyes lazily traced over the flick of his wrists as he emphasized his words, trailing over his lips as they rounded out and formed words that registered but didn't fully comprehend in my brain. i was too busy paying attention to his high-pitched tenor and the rough velvet of his tone as he spoke, and my wide grin faded into a soft smile as i glanced away briefly towards mikey. his eyes were trained on both of us, and a little smile was quirking at his own lips as we shared a secret glance of love for the crazy wacko and his artist ramblings. i could've listened to him talk all day.

of course, his words cut off with a nervous laugh and it was then i realized we were next in line. hell, i'd been so focused on gerard i didn't even notice we were moving forward. damn that man. as i peered at him through my eyelashes, however, i saw the terror coating his face and felt my stomach twist in sympathy. my own heart was picking up and the dangerous tendrils of adrenaline were beginning to squeeze my brain, but i knew this nervousness was nothing compared to gerard's full-out fear. i opened my mouth as the gate opened, about to say that we could stay behind if he wanted because the last thing i wanted to do was make him throw up or feel like shit the rest of the day, but he skittered nervously over to the row in a way that screamed he just wanted to get this over with and i never got the words out.

sighing, i shook my head and tuned in to my excitement. i hadn't been on a rollercoaster in years, and i was fucking pumped. i clambered after gerard, sneakers thumping on the metal grate at the bottom as i situated myself on the end of the row next to gerard. what i liked about these rollercoasters were there were four seats for each row, so we all could fit in one row. from what i could see, ray was on the other far end, next to mikey, who was next to gerard, who was next to me. at least gerard wasn't on the end, then. he'd probably cope even worse. i pulled the safety bar over my shoulders and tugged the belt in place, the squeaking of the bar clicking in place ringing in my ears and the sound of girls throwing their flip flops and phones into the cubby holes on the other side of the rollercoaster before clambering on. "shit," i muttered, realizing my phone was still in my pocket. oh well, it probably wouldn't fall out. the lovely thing about male skinny jeans was that they actually had pockets that securely and firmly fit your phones, among other shit. i couldn't help but feel a brief moment of sorrow for all the woman and their quarter inch pockets.

gerard's question suddenly rang in my ears right after the ride conductor rushed by to check our side of the harnesses. i wasn't much bothered by the disinterested checking done, because i knew these newer rides were programmed to not start if any harnesses weren't firmly clicked in place. one glance over to gerard, however, and i knew he was terrified. i huffed at his question, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. he was a dork and i didn't understand his pants-shitting terror, but i knew it was real and i cared about that. "dammit gee," i murmured under my breath, an undertone of affection gracing my voice as i reached over and yanked on his harness a couple of times just to make sure it was in place. the metal plates hissed below our dangling feet and folded away beneath us, the machine shifting as it slowly began to trek towards the ascent. "have a great time flying on batman!" the cheery female voice crowed as we trundled out of the station.

a grin split my face as we were tipped back and began climbing upwards. i bounced a little in my seat, feeling like a little kid again as i anxiously played with my lip ring, wanting the ride to just speed the fuck up already and get to the drop and corkscrews. my mind was always buzzing back to gerard, however, and i turned to see his stonily ghost white face trained ahead in terror. i pushed my hand out at an uncomfortably awkward angle to take his hand in mine gently. even though it hurt my arm i didn't care because i wanted gerard to know he could take my hand and squeeze the absolute hell out of it if he wanted to. or just let go and cling to the bars for dear life. whatever worked for him. especially as we approached the drop fast and began to fall towards the ground.

my mouth opened into a soundless scream as we sped around the first drop, and the next thirty seconds were a complete and utter blur. i barely registered the trees whipping past my face in a smear of green, or the fact that i could barely see anything in the first place because my goddamn wild man hair was swept angrily across my field of vision, or the fact my voice rose up in a chorus of hoarse screams as we twisted and turned and corkscrewed and flipped upside down to the point my sense of direction was completely out of whack. my stomach fell in the bestest way possible with each sharp turn and sudden drop, and goosebumps prickled my skin, my heartbeat ringing in my ears and hearing the deep, low thumping sound of my pulse blasting in my ears. it was fucking freeing, and badass, and amazing. i loved it.

the ride was over far too soon, the ride sliding to a sharp halt back into the station. my whole entire body felt numb from pleasure as i gulped in deep breaths, laughing as we trundled forward back to our starting point and the metal plates folded up below us again. "goddamn," i gasped, hearing the click of the harnesses being released and shoving it back over my head. my feet hit the ground and i stumbled, nowhere near used to the slightly disorienting feeling of getting off a rollercoaster for the first time in years. the second my sneakers made contact with the metal, however, gerard flashed through my mind and i spun entirely too fast towards him. "gerard! gerard? you ok?" i asked, concern filtering through my voice as i gingerly stepped off the platform and reached a hand out to him.

(( ahhhh rollercoasters <3333 i love them!! ))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]but now you're an adult and they can't do anything about it hehehe c': OMG I WOULD LOVE YOU SO MUCH like i know it's not really possible to do that but AGH

SO MUCH TWIZZLER CUTENESS
holy shizz they are so CUTE gee has his arms around frank's goddamn waist hnngg i mean yeah i've seen it but i can definitely see it again and not complain cx

yeah yeah you can say that until you get an f on the paper and have to retake the class xP
but you are so right tbh

so do i like i've been hurting again lately whenever i'm watching live performances or we're talking about them touring in the roleplay. it's like I WANT TO SEE THEM SO BAD but i also want to see them individually doing their solo stuff you know?? so complicated

I KNOW I KNOW
did you watch the video i linked with it? his acoustic performance of stage 4?
i found it a while back but i found it again last night and his voice is so amazing there's just something in it when it's not warped or anything (i mean there's something amazing in it either way but still)
unique voices like frank's and gerard's are literally my favorite things ever

edit;; hehe good. <3 it's what i was listening to so i decided why not??

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]in all honesty, it wasn't even surprising when gerard instantly reached for my hand as we stumbled off the ride. unsurprising, but completely and utterly welcoming. duh. i felt his weight fall against me for a few seconds as his dazed body tripped off the platform onto the concrete on the exiting side of the ride, and i leaned back against him to hold him up as he managed to right himself. i led him over to where ray and mikey were leaning against the wooden railings, taking note of the aftermath that was showing on gerard's face and letting us all chill out for a minute until we got our bearings. people flooded around us momentarily on their rush to the exit, before new people entered the ride and the cart was off again. i was pleasantly surprised, and happy, that gerard kept holding onto my hand as we watched the cart trundle up the track again.

at gerard's words, i turned to face him with a frown, my bottom lip sticking out in a slight pout. "shut up, gee. just shush. you're not ruining anything for me, you dork. the whole reason for coming here was to spend time with each, not ride rollercoasters." 'i mean, that was a pretty big part of it, but whatever,' i thought, bumping his hip with mine and rolling my eyes. i really could care less about the rollercoasters as long as i was with him. it was always niggling in the back of my mind, the magnetic attraction i had to gerard, the feeling that i had to be beside him all the time in order to feel completely happy and content. it was at moments like these, when gerard slid his hand out of mine after a particularly nasty set of glares was sent our way by a group of exiting people, that i felt unsettled by that need to be by his side. but i shoved it off to the back burner, like i always did, and instead focused my thoughts onto the fact that i wondered why we hadn't been spotted by fans and called out to yet. it was kind of odd, actually. usually someone would've recognized us right now. i shrugged it off, instead following gerard down the exit and back out into the amusement park.

as we entered the crowds of people bustling around the large street areas, my eyes caught onto the batman shop across the way and i nudged gerard, nodding towards it with an excited smile. "you'll get your batman t-shirt, geez." turning towards ray and mikey, who had impatiently stopped a few yards away and were waiting for us to catch up, i called out, "i'm buying gerard a shirt. we'll meet you at the food court later!" mikey rolled his eyes and turned away, while ray just shook his head with a small smile. "fine, ok frank. but you're gonna miss out on goliath!" he crowed, smirking as i scrunched up my face at him in defiance. i really didn't mind. the idea of searching around a store and geeking out about batman was ten times more appealing than going on a monster rollercoaster, in all honesty. i cut gerard off before he could even say a word to me. "now don't yell at me to go on rollercoasters and say that you're 'ruining this time for me' or any other bullshit. i want to spend time with you and buy you an awesome t-shirt and some lunch, so i don't wanna hear a peep out of you," i emphasized my point by poking him in the stomach and sticking my tongue out at him, before tugging on the hem of his iron maiden shirt and running off towards the store.

it was like i was in batman geek paradise as i stepped into the black and yellow store. merch, shirts, movies, phone cases, accessories, everything lined the walls and shelves and it all had to do with batman or something related. i stretched my arms above my head, closing my eyes and relishing in the sharp pops that relaxed my back and in the sweet rush of wonderful air-conditioning. "i'm sweating like a bitch right now, this is wonderful," i groaned, basking in the cool air for a moment before a shirt caught my attention. "gerard!" i shouted, scrambling over to the rack and pulling the t-shirt off the hanger. "they have shirts with the actual batman and robin [b]comic character on them, oh my god."[/b] i snatched another t-shirt off the rack, positively beaming with joy. "and the joker, too!" i bit at my lip ring in thought, peering between the two shirts before picking the joker t-shirt and hugging it to my chest. well, that was quick. "i got my shirt," i hummed in enjoyment was i looked at the elongated, splattered face of comic book joker grinning up at me, meeting gerard's eyes with my own excited hazel orbs and crossing my arms over my chest. "hmm, pick out anything you want. and i'm buying for you," i said with an air of finality and a nod to prove my point. i peered over at the 'i survived BATMAN' and i survived the gotham journey' rollercoaster shirts up near the front and smirked, flouncing over to them and pulling one off the rack. "though i think you would look absolutely DASHING in this,"i held it up, trying to bite back my laughter but ultimately failing.

(( hmm food court, fan encounter, getting stuck at the top of the ferris wheel (lol gerard x'D), we can take it where you wanna go cx ))