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Grocery shopping and other boring stuff this morning.

But I'll tell you what's not boring.

Look at them, the Ray/Mikey/Gerard sandwich. Frank in all his scruffy glory. BOB! The fact that yet again Mikey and Gerard have outfits they don't take off their backs.

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I love the video for What a Catch, Donnie. Especially as due to hot spot shield this is the first time I've been able to see MTV USA content.

PATRICK! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I want Patrick to go swim and save Pete :(

HQ version of video if anyone wants it

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Furious, Bob gets in a last punch then staggers back as he propelled toward the door and pushed inside, where he finds Gerard slumped against the wall, mouth open as he draws in air, blood still dripping from his nose, his teeth red, a bruise already colouring the side of his face. It makes Bob want to go back outside, get in more punches because no one gets to hurt Gerard like that -- no one.

"Bob." Gerard winces as he straightens, and he reaches out and wraps his hand around Bob's wrist -- Gerard's knuckles are red and his fingers are smeared with blood -- Bob takes a step toward the door, but Gerard shakes his head. "They're not worth it. Come on, you need something for your eye."

"My eye?" Bob reaches up and gently presses his fingertips under his eye, and it's as if every hurt has been suddenly exposed, his face and hands throbbing, his ribs nothing but burning pain.

"You're going to have one hell of a black-eye," Gerard says, examining Bob's face. "We'll have to make it a theme, bruised and broken, we can use make up on Mikey, Frank and Ray."

"As long as Frank gets a cast on his leg, it'll keep the fucker still," Bob says, willing to play along with Gerard self-distraction as he steers him away from the door and the sound of approaching sirens."

"That would work." Gerard walks in silence then, still gripping Bob's wrist, then slows, stops as they approach the room they've been using to relax before the shows, says softly "All I wanted to do was get something from the bus."

Bob pulls Gerard close, says, "I know."

Now, I think I'll do Ray next.