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I LEAVE THE INTERNET FOR ONE FUCKING DAY...

And I miss the ENTIRE PARTY.

My flist? SKIP 160. You guys, WOW. Amazing. I love how the posts chart from total capslocky squee to 'OMG let's talk about details' to FIC. YES THERE IS ALREADY KILLJOYS VERSE FIC. I LOVE IT.

This is the first actual pre-album crazy thing I have been around for (my last band-based fandom I showed up after the last album was made, so I never got to experience this kind of crazy first hand) and I FUCKING MISSED IT. I feel like the last girl to show up at the orgy, smell of sex and sweat everywhere, and a bunch of fucked out people all passed out and too tired to comment.

So, this isn't a squee post about the trailer (the amazing, amazing trailer) because I doubt I have anything to say that hasn't already been said ad infinitum (OMG FRANK'S FACE FINALLY OMFG, GEE'S CRAZY BEAUTIFUL AMAZING STUPID RED HAIR, AND HIS WIGGLY WIGGLY ASS AND HIS NAKED AND GIRLY SHOULDERS, AND RAY LICKING HIS FINGERS AND WEARING SHIT-HOT AVIATORS AND MIKEY'S FUCKING HOT-LIKE-BURNING BLONDE HAIR, HIS HAAAAIR AND HIS FUCKING NINTENDO GLOVE AND POLKA DOTTED LADYBOYS ON ROLLER SKATES AND THEM LINING UP LIKE IN THE INOK VIDEO AND THE SONG IS SO FUCKING CATCHY AND THIGH HOLSTERS THIGH HOLSTERS!! AND ADORABLE BANDIT-IN-2019-AGED GIRL AND THE MOTHERFUCKING TRANS AM AND THE HIGH POSSIBILTY OF RAY AND MIKEY ON MOTORCYCLES AND AND AND...)

Instead it's going to be a OMG MCR ARE TOURING EUROPE post. And WHY SO FUCKING EARLY BOYS? Come back in December when I am NOT WORKING and I will have

b_dsaint and

dancinbutterfly to come stalking with me. I will probably buy tickets to the Edinburgh show anyway and just HOPE I CAN FUCKING GO even though it's on a MONDAY and I will likely be DROWNING IN STUPID WORK and then I'll be OVER THE MOON when they announce a London date (they will totally announce a London date) and I will BE THERE EVEN IF I HAVE TO GO ALONE.

But hey, let's talk about how MCR are gonna be in Edinburgh on the 25th October! And guess who is going to be in GLASGOW on the 25th of October? THE FUCKING BLACK CARDS that's who. You know, PETE'S NEW BAND. So he'll be like, an hour away from MIKEY and they are touring Europe at THE SAME TIME. IS THIS A COINCIDENCE? *adjusts tin hat*

ladyfoxxx : ahahahaa so many freakin similarities between BC and MCRs viral campaign

ladyfoxxx : pete's gotta stop giving mikey advice

b_dsaint : TOO TRUE

ladyfoxxx : i mean - both had a little teaser video, with only a hint of music

ladyfoxxx : and then there's the staticky TV on the BC site, and the fucking transmission page on MCRs site

ladyfoxxx : and now they're gonna be in the UK at the same time

b_dsaint : ahahaahah mikey and pete are holed up together in LA planning shit

ladyfoxxx : ahahahhaaaa comparing notes

b_dsaint : while Alicia and Ashlee roll their eyes

b_dsaint : "when are you going to be in Europe?"

b_dsaint : "october"

b_dsaint : "ooo GEE WE HAVE TO GO TO EUROPE"

ladyfoxxx : ahahahahahaaaa

ladyfoxxx : YES

b_dsaint : "the album doesnt drop til November"

b_dsaint : "EUROPE OR I TELL MOM ABOUT--"

b_dsaint : "OK OK. EUROPE"

Holy crap, those two bands, in Europe at the same time. WHAT IF THEY PLAYED A SHOW TOGETHER? HOLY CRAP MY BRAIN WOULD EXPLODE. IT WOULD BE LIKE SUMMER OF LIKE REDUX. Oh universe, GIVE ME THIS.

I WILL STOP POSTING NOW BUT I WILL NEVER STOP SQUEEING.

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I'm in two minds about fic with Trans Am sex. On one hand, awesome. On the other hand,

topgearslash has broken me re: carsex and I won't really be content until I get Gerard/Trans Am porn.

Yeah.

Ahahahahaa Gerard/Trans Am.

You should totally write this. I find the whole idea completely insane and fascinating, because how does that even work?

When they had to split up, Gerard was always the one who took the Trans Am. Of course, it was his car, his baby, so that made sense, and nobody questioned the way he refused to be parted from it. He was telling the truth when he said he couldn't stand to watch someone else drive it away.

The lie was when he said he hated it when he and the car were on their own.

Not that he loved it. He worried about Ray, Frank and Mikey every second that they were away from him, and most of the time when they were together. But he was lying when he said he didn't want to be away from them for a moment, and when he said he never wanted to be apart from them again. Because he loved those moments alone with his car.

Gerard dropped the three of them off about two miles from the old whisky purification center and took off straight for the point where they'd regroup in two days' time. As soon as they disappeared from view, though, something unwound inside him, the release of a tension he'd barely known was there. The four of them had been close for the last month, ever since the big scare after Hyper-Thrusts, and Gerard was grateful for it, really he was, but there had been an itch growing slowly under his skin. No matter how worried he was about the rest of his gang, right now he was just grateful for the chance to scratch it.

He switched the radio off, something he rarely did when the rest of the gang were around, so that no sound could reach him but the wind rushing past, the gravel under the tires and oh, the engine. When he hit a trail of more tightly packed ground and could finally shift up a gear, he sank back in his seat, and a soft groan escaped his throat when he revved the engine.

"I missed you, baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. He knew it sounded silly, because he'd been here the whole time, but it wasn't like they were really together when the others were around. They couldn't be.

He wished he could stop right now, pull over behind some bushes, and have her all over. He wanted to run his hands all over her, stroke the dust from her panels, lovingly feel the places where the paint was peeling and whisper that one day, one day it would all be over and he was going to clean her for days. He wanted to press his cheek against the radiator grille and whisper all the filthy things he wanted to do to her before he finally got her all clean, to press himself up against the hot, dusty metal, taste the sun-blistered paint of the bonnet on his tongue and feel it on his dick. He wanted to stretch out in the back, dig his fingers into the door handle, sink his teeth into the leatherwork as he moaned to her. But he had to be halfway to Battery City by nightfall, and it would be long, hot, torturous hours before he could take all the time with her than he longed for.

Still, there were advantages to being alone with her on the road, too. As much as he always longed to hear her purr in response to him, Gerard couldn't keep the engine running when he stopped, not with fuel as scarce as it was. Even when he was on the run, there was always joy in some time alone with his car. With a filthy grin that only his rear-view mirror would ever see, Gerard ran his tonge along the steering wheel, relishing the taste of metal and dust, slipped a hand into his pants and put his foot down.

(really carsex is more of a car kink/car as an aid to masturbation. People with penises also have the options of fucking the exhaust pipe, but... idk, I just didn't want to write it.)

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Wow anon it's like you were in my head! *golf claps*

Unless everyone thinks this is crap in which case omg anon, I would never write commentfic like that! Maybe you should have included some exhaust pipe sex after all. The way the body of the car rocks on the suspension when you do that is kind of sexy.

Yeah this is what Top Gear fandom does to your brain. I didn't even mention gearstick fucking.

GEARSTICK FUCKING?????

That sounds even scarier than exhaust pipe sex.

But backseat frottage is totally fine. As is dirty handjobs while driving - AS LONG AS HE DOESNT CRASH OMG.

one of the Top Gear guys jerks off while driving. I'm not even making shit up. That's canon.

Not that that makes it SAFE or anything.

please tell me it's not The Hampster...*meep*

Holy crap THIS IS FUCKING HOT AND WEIRD AND SO COMPLETELY BELIEVABLE.

Gerard would totally have a kink like this. This is completely in character for him. He would CLEAN HER FOR DAYS. FOR DAAAAAYS.

Oh my god. It's everything in the world I didn't know I wanted, because you know (or maybe you don't, dear anon) me and masturbation fic? *holds up crossed fingers* we're like THIS.

I'm glad you didn't put in exhaust pipe fucking because OW, but the idea of him getting handsy with his ride is fine by me.

BRAVO DEAR ANONYMOUS PERSON WHO IS TOTALLY NOT

rockeandroll! Bra-fucking-vo.

Anonymous who is totally not

rockeandroll hadn't noticed that you and masturbation fic were like crossed fingers but is happy to oblige and is delighted that you are so delighted.

Anon also assures you that as soon as the revolution is over, Gerard is locking himself and his Trans Am in the garage with a crate of snacks and cleaning products and isn't coming out again for three days.

Oh yeah, and when he finally comes out he is still filthy himself but the car is sparkling clean.

And then a week later he has to drive the guys somewhere and Mikey is in the back with a deadpan expression going "Still couldn't get that stain off the seat, huh?" while Ray wonders why there are teeth marks on the headrest.

o.O..... and now you have to write ALL THE SEQUELS.

ALL OF THEM.

Oh man, I wrote F/G fucking-on-the-Trans-Am sex and I think the Trans Am got way too involved. I BLAME YOU ~~rocke~~ ANON.

Gnghhghh!! That's awesome dear anon! So, so HOT!! I totally love the raw sensuality of it.

My wicked secret plan is working. Converting bandom to carsexuals one person at a time! Anonymously.

Oh my god...please write it...please....*Melts*

...I absolutely believe that Gerard IRL feels this way about the Trans Am. This is fantastic. ♥

Oh, hi COMPLETELY ANONYMOUS PERSON WHOM I HAVE NEVER MET BEFORE, you wrote this and it is way hotter than it has any right to be.

OH MY GOD. This was spectacular. And I really, really dislike cars. UNF UNF

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