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Sep. 18th, 2010 07:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Why did I go to bed last night?!
I've just glanced at my flist and it's full of squee and icons and screen caps and I can't wait to jump in and enjoy but had to come here and squee first.
Their look, their sound, their everything.
I love this band so much!
Now I need all the icons in the world!
ETA: I need fic with someone leaning against the trans am, Mikey on his knees in the dirt in front of them, their hands tangled tightly in his messy amazing hair as he blows them. Need it so badly!
ETA2:
gala_apples has written me comment fic here
All I can say is, UNF!
I've just glanced at my flist and it's full of squee and icons and screen caps and I can't wait to jump in and enjoy but had to come here and squee first.
Their look, their sound, their everything.
I love this band so much!
Now I need all the icons in the world!
ETA: I need fic with someone leaning against the trans am, Mikey on his knees in the dirt in front of them, their hands tangled tightly in his messy amazing hair as he blows them. Need it so badly!
ETA2:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
All I can say is, UNF!
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-18 07:26 am (UTC)Yeah, I've got Ray making with the sexface in diners on my desktop and am flailing around like a flaily hummingbird, sipping up everyone's squeeposts. I can't decide on icons! EEeeee!!!
[Seriously - this is punk rock anime. Or early new wave - Mikey's got some serious Nick Rhodes hair there. WHICH I LOVE. I'm so glad it all primary colors and not neon.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:47 am (UTC)And Ray! Tone it back, Toro before you make us burst into flames!
Primary colours are good colours. Picking icons is hard!
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:57 am (UTC)And Ray! Tone it back, Toro before you make us burst into flames!
He's actively trying to kill me, Terri. AAAAH!
I love this whole thing so so much. And Grant Morrison's in it! This is the best comics fusion thingy EVER. EVER.
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:30 am (UTC)There needs to be a million fics about him blowing someone, kneeling in the dirt, while they tug on his hair!
Maybe he can be blowing Ray!? Ray the hot ass!
I AM RUNNING OUT OF WORDS TO SHARE MY DELIGHT!
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:40 am (UTC)Maybe he can be blowing Ray!? Ray the hot ass!
YES. YESYESYES! THIS RIGHT NOW.
I AM RUNNING OUT OF WORDS PERIOD. ALL I HAVE LEFT ARE WHIMPERS AND DOLPHIN NOISES.
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:49 am (UTC)Ray's hands, and his mouth, and tugging on Mikey's hair, the strands wrapped around his fingers. The contrast would be gorgeous.
Must have a Ray icon!
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Date: 2010-09-18 09:25 am (UTC)He and Ray have a deal. It's not like they'd ever cross sides. Korse and his fucking cronies are disgusting, and anyway Mikey's choice was made by the Ways before he was born. Elena and Mama and Don saw what was going down, and they made their move, and he and Gerard have got no choice but to follow. Ray doesn't talk about what happened to his brothers, but he knows Ray would rather kill himself than switch over.
So it's not about preventative measures. It's more of a reward system. There's no question that this could kill them. Blasters or not, one wrong step and they're popped. Mikey wakes up each morning and faces the facts of his own death when he turns on the radio. Every day they go out, safety in numbers, and every day at least one of them gets a beat down.
He's not sure what Frank and Gerard do. Mikey doesn't ask, there's precious little privacy in the hole they share, he's not going to be prying to find out even more. They might have the same deal, they might not. It's not his fuckin' business.
It's not safe to interfere on a beat down. Shit happens way too often to try, they'd be fighting all day every day. It's better to only step in when you have the ability to kill them. Ray's got the biggest assortment of blasters Mikey's ever seen, and Mikey knows Frank is jealous of his remote. Sometimes you run low on juice, and you have to stand by.
If that happens, when that happens, they don't simper over each other. Mama taught Mikey to never cry over a bruise, and with her gone he owes it to her to remember. Instead Mikey looks at the way Ray is standing stiffly, black and blue under the American jacket and falls to his knees. Ray's fingers tug on his hair, after Ray comes he spits into the sand below his knees.
Like he said, reward system. In this life, there are few benefits, besides the pride in not being one of Them. Sex, drugs, rock and roll, Mikey's gonna get them all while he can, stay bulletproof as long as possible.
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Date: 2010-09-18 09:30 am (UTC)I love the whole verse you've got going and Ray tugging at Mikey's hair and Mikey spitting into the sand after. Damn that's hot!
Thank you! You are the best ever!
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