Panic fandom has been kind of dreary lately. I don't mean that in the boring way, exactly, but there's been consternation and a lot of srs bsns crap all over the place, and that has made me... not exactly tired of them, but maybe a little Panicked out. So I've been going back to my roots in bandom, if you will, and mostly the reason why I've stuck around for so long (and definitely the reason I have the friends I do), namely My Chemical Romance.

I've noticed, though, that since the hiatus there has been an awful lack in all things MyChem-y. Frank still gets screentime, but that's because he got down with his Mario self in LeATHERMOUTH, and also because he is FRANK. The rest of them, though? I MISS them, you know? Mikey and Bob and Ray and, dear Jesus God, GERARD.

And thus, I give you random-ass picspam from my Photobucket MCR folder:

( There is a LOT of Gerard, because that is how I roll. Also a minimum of commentary, because I'm not really all that entertaining even WITHOUT the headache. )

In more fannish news, Mikey Way is doing his damndest to steal my heart by being clever and funny and adorable and wishing his brother happy birthday on Twitter (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH STOP THIS I CAN'T TAKE IT). But then I checked the blog, and I'm sorry, guys, I have to quote this entire thing, because I LOVE HIM.

"Me harping on Ecto-Cooler's untimely demise over on Twitter gave me a massive burst of repressed childhood memories. I remember going with Gee, Handsome Don, and Momma Way to the Loews in Secaucus NJ, to see Ghostbusters opening week back in 1984. (For you mathematicians, that would make me 4 years old) My excitement had reached a fever pitch, and i couldn't wait to see that gigantic Marshmallow Man up on the big screen. I was already a huge fan of Bill Murray from his Caddyshack and Meatballs hijinx, and i thought Dan Aykroyd was pretty swell too. I was literally counting the seconds until the lights dimmed, probably asking Gee every three seconds when the movie was gonna start. Upon the film starting, that excitement got derailed a bit. After getting a call from the New York Public Library, the boys go to check out a "disturbance" in the stacks in the basement. This is where things went south for a four year old me. Cue in creepy basement and creepy music. "I thought this was supposed to be a funny movie, Gewawd." Dan Akyroyd threw me under the bus right then and there, by saying on the count of three they were gonna "get her". "NOOOO!!!!!!!!" i exclaimed. A four year old me knew this was indeed a BAD idea. Upon three, the Ghost Librarian transforms from tranquil old woman to the ghoulish hag pictured right here. That image plagued my nightmares for years to come. Needless to say there was a vapor trail behind me ala Looney Tunes , and i B-lined to a hiding spot behind the Galaga arcade machine. A highly amused Handsome Don found me shortly thereafter, and kept me company until the movie was over. I was too embarrassed to go back into the theater and finish the movie, so i had to wait until HBO decided to grace us with a "WORLD PREMIERE". Ghostbusters became one of my favorite films of all time from that point on, and i still watch it at least once a month on DVD (sometimes more)."

I can't decide what I love the best. The fact that he calls his (I'm assuming) dad "Handsome Don" or the fact that he asked Gee forty times if the movie was going to start or that he hid behind an arcade machine and his dad had to come get him out or the "I thought this was supposed to be a funny movie, Gewawd." which might have sent me into sugar coma right then and there.

Stop doing this to my heart, Mikey. I don't know how much more I can take. ♥

♥♥♥



Mikey disappears when he turns sideways, y'all, but look at them! How cute are they! I just want to squish every single one of them in that picture!

Bandom, how I've missed you.

I hope you've seen this on MTV.com, because I know my heart is beating a little faster. NEW MCR ALBUM. OMG. A song titled "New Hair, Same Shit"! I hope they get to keep that title, for real.



Also, check that shit out, guys! Mikey is hot like burning, what else is new; I keep forgetting how nasal Gerard really is between times I see him, but he's so endearing and slightly pretentious all the same; and Frank is HOT. With the STACHE. What the actual fucking fuck? Bee theorizes it's because of the hat, and I gotta admit the hat is pretty kickass.

So this new record. Back to their roots, huh? Well, as a girl who loves The Black Parade more than is sane and healthy and isn't quite as fond of Three Cheers and Bullets (though they're good albums all the same), I'm... not worried, exactly, because I loved I'm Not Okay before I fell in love with any of the BP songs at all, but a little saddened that the Pink Floyd/Queen era seems to be going gone. I loved the over-the-top-ness of the BP album, but it's going to be interesting to see what they get up to next.

In other news, I made ratatouille today, and it was delicious. I've also cleaned out the kitchen and the bathroom, and found a breadboard. I'm hoping I'll get some baking done tomorrow before I have to do laundry at 1pm. Seriously, though, I've been such a goody two-shoes lately, it'd almost be depressing if it wasn't so fascinating. I've been cooking and cleaning and baking and doing a lot of shit that normally only my sister would do, and it actually feels kind of good.

Frank Iero has not only drunk Gerard Way's Kool-Aid. He bathes in it. Daily. Oh, my god.

THEY ARE SO ADORABLE, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE.

Christ. This is what I get for going to bed early.

This Tuesday just turned out to be the best day EVER and it's not even 8:30 yet. Damn.

WAYBY. MCR TWITTER. MY GOD MY HEART IS SO FILLED WITH LOVE IT'S BURSTING.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean, way to fail with the hiatus, boys, but !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also? ALFONSO CUARONNNNNNN. ♥♥♥♥♥

I slept forty minutes last night. I'm actually pretty perky.

When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

( SGA Ocean's 11 AU )

( MCR, Enchanted reversed. Please don't ask. )

( Multiband genderswap Catholic school AU, Gerard is a choir teacher, Frankie is the gal with a crush on him. )

( The ever famous Panic Genderswap GSF AU )

( Chatfic with Bee. I give you three words: Frank in drag. )

( Regular Panic, meet girl!Panic. Likely never to go anywhere, but I had fun )

( And lastly, the sequel to Never Seen By Waking Eyes. I am very easy )

Title: Never Seen By Waking Eyes
Rating: PG-13 possibly a slight R. Some Violence and a Scene of Sensuality! Or... something.
Pairing: Pete/Mikey
Warnings: Biiig honking character death warning goes here. Angst, confusion, violence (but nothing too graphic), cursing. Oh, yes, and slight philosophy. What? We warn for that, right?
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliations to Warner Brothers, the Wachowskis or anyone else responsible for the Matrix movies and I don't own shit. I also don't own My Chemical Romance or any of the other bands mentioned, more's the pity. This is a work of fiction, which I think we're all very grateful for. (I don't want to be living in a pod!)
Author's Note: Right. Huge, HUGE thanks to sinuous_curve for holding my hand all the way through and cheerleading me like there was no tomorrow. Equally huge thanks and snuggles to restless_jedi for hugs and handholding just when I needed them and being wordsmith beta extraordinaire, arguing with me about one verb for half an hour (we're still not resolved). Don't know what I would do without my French Pirates, seriously. Title taken from Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll. Any remaining mistakes, comma splices or grammatical errors are all my own.

Summary: "You're fucking insane," he says and opens the car door. The woman watches him motionlessly and doesn't lower her gun an inch, but Pete grabs Mikey's arm.

"Wait," he says. "Mikey, please."

"Why?" Mikey asks.

"Because you know what's down that road," Pete says. "And if you don't, I'll give you a hint: it's not your brother."
The Matrix AU

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( follow the white rabbit )

Continued here

So I was looking through old picspams and this thing caught my eye and I was like damn! I want a fic of that now!

Linn: Okay, actually? You know what I would want to read?
Brittany: hm?
Linn: This fic where Gerard is like, this super fanboy, like us, right, and writes HORRIBLE Gary Stu fiction online about, uh, some band, whatever, may be MCR may be something else, and he either puts Mikey in there to be nice (friend insert!) or writes himself AS Mikey's brother, because that would be cool and look, they have the same last name!
Linn:And then, you know, he goes to bed one night and the next morning he wakes up and then it totally happens, all of it, and he IS the lead singer and shit, he has to remember music now! And he really is Mikey's brother and ex-alcoholic (Dark Past tm) and a comic book writer (and has a really hot guitarist).
Linn: ...I am fully aware I'm ridiculous, okay?
Brittany: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Brittany: HE THINKS MIKEY IS SOCOOL, BUT FRANK IS TOTALLY HOTTER, OKAY, SO IT'S NOT LIKE HE HAS A REAL FAVORITE
Linn: EXACTLY
Linn: And he is one of those fanboys that go to every concert in the area even though they don't have money and stare moistly at the band whenever they're outside the venue. The guys have started to know him by name by now -- That Freaky Gerard Guy
Linn: And then when he becomes the lead singer he has to shut himself up every once in a while and hyperventilate because OMG THEY TOUCHED HIM. FRANK EXPECTS HIM TO CUDDLE. MIKEY WANTS, LIKE, BROTHER TIME OR SOMETHING. AAAARRRGH.

I WANT THIS, PEOPLE. MAKE IT HAPPEN.

OKAY.

idktbh posted this birthday spam -- OM NOM NOM GERAAAAAAARD I MISSED YOU -- which was very very nice (omnomnomnom), but I kind of got caught up with two things.

( Oh, Gerard. You make something burn alright, but I think it's your band having a bonfire with your pants. )

Oh, Gerard. I miss your faily everything. Please come back and show off more of your underwear, pls. (Interestingly, Brendon is not the only one wearing phosphorescent underwear. Coincidence?)

Relatedly: where is all the fic, fandom? It's been so dry that I have resorted to reading through my delicious -- AGAIN. And writing a fic of my own. Seriously, that's when you know things are getting bad.

In other news, what the fucking McFuck is up with last.fm? Because I'm pretty sure I've never listened to half of those songs on my tracks chart in my LIFE.

It hit me today that I first heard of Panic at the Disco approximately two years and two months ago, and it's almost exactly two years since I a) heard of My Chemical Romance (initial reaction: yeugh), and b) listened to Panic and Fall Out Boy for the first time. Ironically enough, it's also a little over two weeks to my bandomversary, but we can talk about that later.

( Sometimes I'm allowed to get nostalgic about these things. )

Having a Matrix marathon and here's a question... why are there no bandom Matrix AUs? Because I'm pretty sure there have been wolfshirts about it. Think about it! It would be awesome!

Now, I'm not entirely sure who we could go for as Neo, but there are a number of possibilities. Of course, since this is me, I would say, for example, Gerard as Neo, or Frank, why not, or one of the Panic boys (I loves me some Ryan/Brendon, guys, think about this), but you could go with anyone really. Pete, Mikey, Patrick -- three people with at least nominal internet capabilities in canon -- anyone, really.

Truthfully, Neo isn't the problem. Trinity might not be either. Morpheus and Agent Smith, though? That's where we might run into some trouble. Morpheus is this experienced (but really kind of stubborn and stupid) Prophet type figure -- he has drunk bucketloads of Neo's Kool-Aid -- and Agent Smith is... well, evil. And proud and completely bonkers.

Amusing thought: Gerard has this great, big, rock and roll Messiah complex going on. Who has drunk the most of his Kool-Aid? I would say Mikey. Could you imagine Mikey as Morpheus? I mean, really? The scene in the digital dojo where he kicks Neo's butt? Actually, the more I think about it, the more enamored I am with this idea -- refusing to give his brother up; believing with all his heart that his big brother, who was his whole world growing up, is The One; his crew questioning his belief since they were brought up brothers and all; jumping buildings in a single bound; kicking Agent behind; Gerard standing in that first simulation and railing at him because, "what the fuck happened to you? You're not my brother anymore, I don't even know you!". Also, hey, trench coat. And leather. I think I've got Bee's attention now, at least. *g*

So, if Gerard would be Neo, and Mikey Morpheus, obviously Frank is Trinity (because this is me we're talking about). Who is Tank, Apoc, Switch, Mouse, Dozer? And Cypher? Seriously, who is the evil backstabbing sonofabitch? Please don't make me say someone from The Used, because seriously, been there, done that. And who is Smith, the fucked up Agent? I mean, somebody needs to be soulless enough to torture Mikeyus and try to kill NeoGerard (Ways! That would be like kicking puppies!).

I want Ray and Bob and James in there somewhere. Oh, and Alicia (or Pete!) could be Niobe (but I think Alicia would be more in tune with the character, tbh). Oh, man, watching the downloading scene right now, and I really kind of want Lyn-Z as Tank, for some reason. But then who would be her big bro, Dozer? And would we have the heart to kill them all at the end? Oh, and who would be the Oracle? And Seraph! And, oh, man, the Merovingian!

...okay. For real, I don't think I've had this much fun watching The Matrix since I was 12 and having a SERIOUS crush on Neo. Hee, Mikeyus! I'd listen to him yammer about rabbit holes and philosophy ALLLLLLLLL DAY.

ETA: "On the one hand, you'll have Morpheus' life. On the other hand, you'll have your own. One of you has to die, and it's up to you who does."

Oh, please. Like that is ANY type of choice in my NeoGerard and Mikeyus scenario.

Return of ETA: Also? Imagine Mikeyus at the end when NeoGerard has managed to convince him that brotherhood has nothing to do with biology, and that they are what they are no matter what, and the corridor scene happens? I count on a very cliché "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Son of ETA: Okay, so! The annoying kid that worships the ground Neo walks on in the second movie? What do you think? Ryan, Brendon or someone else? One of the Cabbabies maybe? But I do so awfully much want it to be Ryan, slobbering all over NeoGerard's shoes but pretending (and failing SO HARD) to be disaffected.

Yeeeeeeeeees, I know, spam, whatevs, THERE IS TOO MUCH HOT HERE FOR ME TO HANDLE SO I HAVE TO SHARE.



Oh, Frank. I miss your hotass badass rockstar days. The Mario look just isn't as exciting.

Stole this from delicatelight.

Look at your LJ userpics list. If you have fewer than 50 icons, pick every fifth one. If you have between fifty and seventy-five icons, pick every seventh one. If you have over seventy-five icons, pick every tenth one. If you have fewer than ten, pick all of 'em. List each one in your LJ, and tell everyone exactly why you have it, why it's interesting to you, what significance it has.

( I wanted to choose many, many more, but alas. )

In other news, I kind of want to punch my American Lit. professor in the face, I don't even care how awesome he is. *glares balefully at assignment*

I stole this from kyasuriin because I'm procrastinating the shit out of this assignment.

A BANDOM BEGINNINGS MEME.


1. Bandom fangirl since:
2. First band in the fandom:
3. How, why, and when did you get into bandom? Was it a gradual thing, or did bandom basically slam you in the face? Did you resist at first? Who was involved in your downfall?
4. What did your core bandom band look like when you got into the fandom? What fashion phase where they in?
5. What was your first impression of each of them?
6. What was the first bandom fic you ever read? What did you think of it?
7. When was your first bandom concert experience? What was it like?

( My answers. Which you've probably already heard, because it's not like I never talk about this shit. )

Oh, man, the Thing is consuming me again. I'm too restless for most other things, but likely I will never get tired of writing about original ficcy things. I have a whole folder full of stuff I'm portioning out, it's really kind of hilarious. Just, you know, if any of you guys want me to take you off that filter, just tell me and I will, alright? And if anybody wants to be on it, hey, I'm happy to oblige. Feel free to hit me when I start to babble ENDLESSLY about my fucking writing, though. I feel like I'm one of those annoying mothers who'll show a million pictures of their snotty kids to whoever is nearby.

Anyway! I'm actually doing pretty decently right now. I've been watching SeaQuest DSV, which is hilarious and cheesy, but there is a distinct lack of Deluise brothers and that makes me cranky. I've been drawing some for the Thing, but I mostly draw architecture. The city I'm on right now is fun because it's all very Mediterranean, so it's all vaults and warm colors and curved lines.

Other than that I miss MCR horribly and I've been listening to them more or less non-stop for a couple of days. My last.fm stats are looking funny again... MCR are about a 1000 plays above everybody else.

I think I'm going to go and get me a hot dog. It feels like a hot dog kind of day today.

There has been a SNAFU with the acceptance letter, because it says I haven't applied which I so have, what the fucking fuck? I called the school today to figure that one out, but I can't go and fix the student loans until they get back to me if I can still go to classes and everything. Which sucks ass, but honestly, I'm too tired to get very upset right now.

Random entry is random. I'm mostly just bored.

Okay. Unpopular fandom opinion time: as cute as I think the mixtape is (and it is, very much so), I am already bored with this whole viral marketing thing. First of all, the Obama stuff, the whole political raising awareness thing? While I can appreciate the social consciousness -- and here it comes -- I am really fucking bored with all of it. Second, everything else. Cute, sure. Very Pete indeed. But Jesus, fellas, just give me the goddamn album and stop pussyfooting around. I understand PR, sure, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

Get back to me when there is actual music and not just a bunch of demos, Christ. I mean, yes, I'm thrilled silly that there will be a new album (PATRICK STUMP MFY), but spare me the rest.

In other corners of bandom, Gerard Way continues to make me his bitch. I LOVE HIS STUPID FACE OKAY? He isn't dead! He very well may be, though, with only a GPS and a can of Dr. Pepper air freshener. (And considering the infamous Way armpit problem, he may very well need it.)

Speaking of:
restless_jedi: According to a report in the journal Personality and Individual Differences, a man's sperm count doubles when he spends a lot of time on the road - up from 389 million sperm per ejaculate to 712 million. Which, I am sure you will agree, is a lot of extra sperm.
chebonne: Gerard is going on a roadtrip. Lyn better watch out.
restless_jedi: Hahaha
restless_jedi: NO BABIES

Furthermore, who the hell gave him a bb gun? I don't know if I should be laughing, turned on, bemused or horrified. I'm staggering between them like a drunken sailor on shore leave. Also? HOT DAMN MIKEYWAY. That is all.