Last night I stayed up late -- well, 12:30, but I have the sleeping habits of an old lady -- and before I went to bed I was poking at the internet all "FANDOM. Where is all the fisting and gangbangs* and Waycest where one of them is a girl? FAAAAAAAAAAIL."
*Panic! doesn't count
And, uh, then I woke up this morning and was all "I want more fic where Mikey and Pete are completely fluffy and hold hands and snuggle a lot!!!"
I don't even know, you guys.
Last night
shoemaster and I had a conversation about Ryan Ross, Late Night Talk Show Host. It's possible this idea fills me with more glee than is really warranted. Monotone + complete lack of interest = best talk show host ever, okay. They had to cut out the monologue altogether. The writers got so frustrated at all their jokes falling flat. During the interviews, he just sort of sits there and stares at his guests. Every couple of minutes he goes "Wow, that's great. So tell us about your new project" in the most bored voice imaginable.
(
shoemaster: some starlet bursts into tears the second she gets off stage because she thinks he hated her
shoemaster: and he's all "I said I liked it!")
Brendon can be his band leader. He's all cheerful! And smiley! And sidekicky! But, uh. The banter doesn't really work at all.
Of course, once in a while, the show is actually much better and more entertaining, because Ryan is suddenly smiling at everyone and being all "Oh, that's great!" and actually seeming happy. This is generally when his friend Jon Walker is in town. Of course, the show still kind of sucks when Ryan is stoned, since he has no idea what's going on and just smiles a lot, but it's less painfully awkward than the other version.
I was about to post this when
quettaser posted a link to this Australian interview with Gerard on my friends list, which.
Why are you so big on pushing those boundaries of sexuality? You're a married man now.
Well, that's more of a recent thing (laughs). My wife totally backs the way I am on stage, that's one of the amazing things about her. I have 120 per cent respect for her when I'm on stage, so there are definitely certain things I would never do. But she knows my sexuality, and I know mine, so there's no reason not to push those boundaries.
OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM/HER/THEM SO MUCH. LynZ totally digs his faggotry, you guys, but he comes back to her every day. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. ♥♥♥♥♥
*Panic! doesn't count
And, uh, then I woke up this morning and was all "I want more fic where Mikey and Pete are completely fluffy and hold hands and snuggle a lot!!!"
I don't even know, you guys.
Last night
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Brendon can be his band leader. He's all cheerful! And smiley! And sidekicky! But, uh. The banter doesn't really work at all.
Of course, once in a while, the show is actually much better and more entertaining, because Ryan is suddenly smiling at everyone and being all "Oh, that's great!" and actually seeming happy. This is generally when his friend Jon Walker is in town. Of course, the show still kind of sucks when Ryan is stoned, since he has no idea what's going on and just smiles a lot, but it's less painfully awkward than the other version.
I was about to post this when
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Why are you so big on pushing those boundaries of sexuality? You're a married man now.
Well, that's more of a recent thing (laughs). My wife totally backs the way I am on stage, that's one of the amazing things about her. I have 120 per cent respect for her when I'm on stage, so there are definitely certain things I would never do. But she knows my sexuality, and I know mine, so there's no reason not to push those boundaries.
OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM/HER/THEM SO MUCH. LynZ totally digs his faggotry, you guys, but he comes back to her every day. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. ♥♥♥♥♥