using this icon on this entry is SO INAPPROPRIATE

[schmerica]

If you read the Waycest post yesterday but not all the comments, you might be interested in this thread, this one, or this one, where there's a little bit more.

We have a severe snow advisory warning for today in the Portland metro area. They warned about snow from 6am to 6pm! There would be 3 - 6 inches actually sticking on the ground. It's almost 1pm now, and the amount of snow that has fallen here, let alone stuck, is basically nil.

Anyway. The main point of this entry is: can we discuss Brian Schechter? Please? Where is all the fic, you guys. WHERE IS IT MAMA NEEDS IT.

I mean.

There was a long conversation earlier in the week about how amazing a story with girl!Schechter would be, because ... wow. I mean, yes, first of all, the tiny tattooed completely fucking badass chick would be hella hot, but even more, all the gender and sex and feminist issues that story could explore!

And then impertinence was just talking about Brian/Gerard in her last entry, and I got LotMS for Christmas, you guys, so I just rewatched that, and. BRIAN. He loves the entire fucking band so much, you guys! And he and Gerard just -- !!!! There's so much there, you know? Love and faith and addiction and stupid guys and just. They saved each other's lives.

(Man, the way he remembers the first time he saw MCR and the day he became their manager -- Brian would remember every anniversary ever, y/n? Date of the first time he and Gerard made out. Date of the incredibly drunken blowjob Gerard gave him. Date of the first time they kissed when both of them were sober.)

The point is: Schechter. Is hot. And awesome. And loves his band. And there should be more fic.

THE END.

(Hm, maybe I need a Gerard+Brian icon. THINK ABOUT THIS.)

Comments

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I am frightened yet intrigued!

[lovelypoet.livejournal.com]

Basic gist: Gerard's a little bitter and desperate after Lyn-Z files for divorce and goes to Brian because he feels a little at risk of doing something monumentally stupid.

Bitter, desperate sex with his manager probably counts, but it's less monumentally stupid than drinking himself into a stupor and not coming back out of the bottom of the bottle. Except for the part where the next morning Brian's sitting on the edge of the bed saying "um, that was a colossal mistake, and we are never going to speak of it again." Which goes really well until the puking starts and Gerard has to sit Brian down for a very serious "that thing we said we would never talk about again..." talk. And Brian realizes doesn't it just figure that if there's any dude on the planet with a vestigial uterus and one wonky ovary, it would be Gerard Way?

Brian takes it... surprisingly well. Once he remembers that blinking and breathing are both important things.

And eventually it devolves into ridiculous shmoopery and porn and kid!fic and so on.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*wide eyes* AWESOME.

[lovelypoet.livejournal.com]

And, completely not essential to the story, there is a lot of Bob wandering through the background of scenes looking bemused and muttering "What the fuck? I just wanted to play drums!"

Which, I tend to believe probably happens a lot in reality.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

OH BOB. ♥