seriously, just. WHAT.

[schmerica]

My non-bandom darlings -- you know I love you and respect your choices of fandoms and lack on interest in mine completely, right? But oh, man. Jesus fucking Christ, you guys. I AM RUINED FOREVER FOR ALL OTHER FANDOMS, I swear. In the future I will look at fandoms and be like "Yeah, it's interesting and seems awesome! But do you have a BSO who sucks cock? On a ten-dollar bet? While his girlfriend watches? With a dude who talks in public about how they share an affinity for big black dildos?? No? WELL THEN I GUESS I WILL HAVE TO KEEP ON WALKING, THEN."

[Edited to add: yes, there used to be a link in the above paragraph. No, there isn't now. Sorry for the inconvience.]

In other bandom news, xanphibian wrote the most hilarious My Chemical Romance gangbang fic in the history of the world. \o/

I have so much packing to do today! Bleh. All I want to do is make stupid offensive macros at blondiusmaximus and talk about porn with you guys. Is that so much to ask?

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[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

Mikey is an intern at Eyeball! Frank is, like. Barely 20 and in a baaaand! They hook up in a bathroom. Mikey talks about Gerard constantly but by now she's used to never, ever calling him her brother in public so Frank just assumes that he's her boyfriend and hopes to God that he's not big enough to beat him up for banging his girlfriend in the shitty bathroom at the Eyeball house.

It turns out that Gerard is totally not, obviously, and Mikey waits until both of them are falling down drunk and Frank's so high he can't stop giggling before goading them into kissing. Gerard's hesitant at first, keeps looking over at Mikey with wide eyes and his lips pressed thin, but eventually he snakes his fingers through (around) Frank's dreads and just pulls him in, and Frank doesn't even remember that Mikey's there - Gerard can kiss, fuck, like a freight train of sensation, all overwhelming and shit - until Gerard groans into his mouth and shifts a little and Frank realizes that Mikey's got her hand down the front of his pants and is grinding on the bed, watching them with bite-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. And when he looks up at Gerard, who's all heavy-lidded and slick-lipped, gasping softly as Mikey palms his balls and pushes her fingertips up hard behind them, he realizes that they look almost exactly the same.

Which, whoa.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

It's not like it makes him think anything except, like, "HA, narcissists" or wondering if people start to look alike after a while like people or their dogs, but it's ... a weird thing in the back of his head.

And Mikey's whispering something in Gerard's ear, and Frank really wants to know what it is that makes Gerard blush and say "But Mikey" in this low voice before he turns his head and kisses her.

Frank watches that, them making out, deep and full of tongue, and no one's touching him so he has to reach down and fondle himself, pressing hard against his own erection while Gerard's hands ruck up Mikey's shirt, showing off her small pointy breasts.