Tournado Picspam - Part 2!
Part 1 is here.
Chris: We went to a pro basketball game the other day in Seattle...we got floor seats, and I don't care, you can hate basketball, but if you watch a game from the floor, it is exciting.
Chris: I've never had the danger of being hit by a basketball before.
HAHAHA. I just want to chuck him under the chin. ♥ LOOK AT HIS POUT. And when you're done with that, LOOK AT NICK FLIRTING SHAMELESSLY WITH THE CHEERLEADER. See him doing the absolutely adorable Wheeler!shrug? Yeah, he totally knows he's good. And then the hair fiddle. Oh Nick. I'm expecting Ty to pop up any minute and be like, "he's mah man bitch! Back off!"
Okay, I seriously don't know what this mascot is. Is it Bigfoot? Being a Star Wars geek, my first reaction is, "WOOOOOOKIEEEEE!" But anyway, the Wookfoot isn't the focus here - NICKOLAS WHEELER'S DORKY GRIN OF DORKINESS IS.
This....I....This is one of moments where I have to compose myself before I say anything, because the precious is overwhelming. First, let me set the scene: It's half-time, and the entertainment is a dog display. The dogs are running back and forth as fast as they can, grabbing a tennis ball from the placeholder and jumping over hurdles etc. Nick, being a dog person, is positively filled with glee. It's not enough that he has to laugh and point all adorably, he has to GRAB ONTO CHRIS'S ARM AS IF TO SAY, "LOOK AT THE PUPPIES CHRIS!!!11! LOOK! CAN YOU SEEEEE?!" I'm sure he's dying of even more squee inside. Out loud he says, "That's the cutest thing I've ever seen!" No, Nick, you are the cutest thing I've ever seen, omg.
Look guys, IDEK! HOW IS HE EVEN REAL? He needs to be in rooms with dogs more often, so our ovaries can explode over and over again!
FACES. Do I even need to say anything here? I don't think so. ♥____♥
Clearly, they are taking it in turns to kill me with cuteness. Cheerleaders are performing a routine to Dirty Little Secret. Nick's face is kinda like, "DUDE. Hot cheerleaders are dancing to our song! =O" All he manage though, is "wow!" Chris is suddenly all SHY and EMBARRASSED and utterly MADE OF ADORABLE. He's burying his head in his arms! It's weird to see foxy half-naked chicks shaking their booties to his song! *SQUISHES HIM*
Tyson: Howdy doody, come on in!
Chris: *waves*
djfklsdf. I can't even. Howdy doody. Howdy doody. Boys, you fail so epicly at being hardcore rockstars. From now on, moments like this will be labelled "rockstar!fail."
Oh, Chris butt shot!...Um, how did that sneak in there? *shifty eyes*
Chris: This is our front lounge.
Tyson: Yeeep.
Aww, mini side cuddles!
Chris: Two TVs.
Tyson: And you're asking yourself "Why are they on the sides of the wall?"...So we can 69...
Chris: And so we'll both be watching the same show - we won't miss anything.
*WHEEZE-COUGH-SPLUTTER* HAHAHAHAHA. I'LL TRADE IN MY WHOLE FAMILY FOR THESE TWO. CAN I HAVE THEM PLEASE?
Chris: This is the kitchen. We wanted a nice ~flow~ to it. Like feng shui, so we didn't really want any barriers to separate the kitchen, which is the heart of the home (at which point he clenches his fist in order to properly ~emphasise his point~), from the living area.
JFC! CHRIS. JUST. WHAT. Somebody give him his own home living program! I would totally watch it!
And look at Tyson's amused smile! It's saying, "fuck, you're a dork, but I love you anyway." Ty, bb, if you only knew that this is what we all think of you every single day. <3
See that last panel? THEY ARE STANDING THERE, NOT SAYING ANYTHING AT ALL, JUST SMILING LIKE ENORMOUS GOOFS AT THE CAMERA. *draws hearts around them*
Tyson: Welcome to the dining room.
Chris: Again with the flow - we wanted it to be one seamless integration of everything in our daily life...*makes expansive hand gestures*
I'm sorry, I really can't say anything, because MY LUNGS ARE BURNING FROM THE LULZ. SEAMLESS INTEGRATION? Chris is like, keeping the straightest face ever, and half the funniness is that I honestly can't tell if he's being serious. Either way, more rockstar!fail! And I keep getting distracted by Tyson's lower lip in the fourth panel. He's like a 5 year old that wants your attention! How could you resist that faaaaace! Plus the fact that he keeps fiddling with his shirt at his wrist! Aww baby!
This? Is what I plan to use to take over the world. Say, for instance, you want to rob a bank. Who needs guns? You walk in, flash this picture at the teller, they go "AWWWWW," you grab the cash and walk out while everyone coos over him.
Also, note the paper thingy above his head. IS THAT A COLLAGE WITH THEIR PHOTOS ON IT AND STUFF? BECAUSE REALLY, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE.
Tyson: Here is the shitter, with-
Chris: Did someone pee in it?
Tyson: Oh, uh.. *flushes it*
LMFAO. So, I'm really picky about toilets, and I admire them for being able to use that. Because the thought of pooing into a toilet that has no water is really weird. XD
Chris: Geez I wish we had somewhere to make out!
Tyson: Me too.
Chris: What can we do about that?
Tyson: *flips a switch*
Bed: *rolls out all snazzily*
Chris: Make a bed!
Tyson: Bow chicka wow wow!
MY BRAIN. IT HAS CEASED TO WORK. WHAT YEAR IS IT? WHAT'S MY NAME? WHAT PLANET AM I ON?
And I really want that AAR plastic bag lying on the floor.
Chris's exaggerated wink! Tyson saying "epic"!!!! OH BOYS. *squeezes them til their eyes pop*
Tyson: This is my room. This is uh, this is my filth. It took four months to get this bad.
He makes me all mother hen-y! No really, I am the least maternal person ever, and yet whenever I see him, I just want to brush his hair away from his forehead and tuck him into bed! *snuggles him*
Tyson: All those kleenexes on the floor - uh, I blow my nose a lot. *fakes an exxagerated sniff*
Chris: *unconvincingly* He's got a cold.
Tyson: *equally unconvincingly* All the time!
LOL WUT. Ty, honey, if you hadn't mentioned it, none of us would've noticed. And then you go and point it out with that PRECIOUS LITTLE MISCHIEVIOUS SMILE of yours and now I'm left with extremely dirty thoughts in an attempt to explain why you'd possibly have so much kleenexes on the floor! Does Nick perhaps visit your room a lot?
Tyson: Charities! This one is a charity for boobs. Not...see, this isn't for breast cancer, it's actually just for boobs.
Firstly: lol.
Secondly: Urgh, you still haven't gotten rid of that horrible hoodie Tyson? You're normally so good about these things!
Thirdly: Omg, that guitar. *wants*
Tyson: We're at the Hotel Monaco. Caviar is waiting for us.
YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS TO APPRECIATE IT FULLY OKAY. HIS FINGER WIGGLE AT THE END IS RIDICULOUS. RIDICULOUS, MEANING "HILARIOUS" AND "DARLING" AND "AWWW" AND EVERY OTHER POSITIVE CONNOTATION UNDER THE SUN. THE HAT IS RIDICULOUS TOO.
Chris: Where's our room?
Nick: I dunno.
Chris: I'm freakin' out.
Nick: All I wanna do is poop and shower man. I will start shaving here in the lobby.
NIIIIIIICK. I AM CONVINCED THAT HE DOES THESE THINGS ON PURPOSE. HE PROBABLY WAKES UP EVERY MORNING AND GOES, "WHAT CAN I DO TODAY THAT WILL SEND SIOBHAN INTO CARDIAC ARREST?" LOOK AT THAT LITTLE TUFT OF HAIR STICKING UP AT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. EVEN HIS HAIR IS CONSPIRING AGAINST ME. I'M ONTO YOU, NICKOLAS DON WHEELER. *eyes suspiciously*
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present to you, evidence number 348593045 in the "Nick Wheeler is Trying to Kill Me" case: The green fluorescent backpack.
He's all *sophisticated black jacket* and *black suitcase* and then....a bright green backpack? My heart is clenching with adorable! IT MATCHES THE WALLPAPER HAHAHA. It looks so incredibly heavy, and he's like a little kid coming home from primary school! Rock!star fail count = rising exponentially.
Chris: Red ones!
Nick: *laughs fondly*
Chris: I collect these things man, from all the different hotels.
Nick: Really? I collected all my Australian pens.
I flailed so hard at that. Nick, you can collect our pens anytime you want. *eyebrow wiggle*
And look! IT'S MIKE. *KEYSMASH* ADJOINING ROOMS YOU GUYS.
I love that outfit on Kennerty. Pulled up hoodie! Skinny jeans! *faints*
I love that combo on Nick too. I'm a sucker for boys who layer short tees over long tees. *grins*
Chris: I got all the colours man. I don't collect keys, I collect pens from the hotels, as opposed to the keys.
Wait, what? As opposed to the keys? I'm pretty sure you're not even allowed to collect hotel keys. Chris, who do you know that collects hotel keys? XDDD Lol, what's the bet it's Tyson?
Look, even from far away you can see the sticky-outy piece of Nick's hair. I heart him.
♥♥♥♥♥
OH YES. IT'S MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE HOODIE ON NICK. YOU JUST KNOW THERE'LL BE PLENTY CAPS OF THIS.
"I've had a lot of nerve issues on this tour. Um, it's about to get graphic kids."
*lets out a huge burp; looks extremely pleased with himself*
THE SIXTH PICTURE IS TOTALLY THE FACE OF AN ANGEL, Y/MFY? This section lasts about 30 seconds? I got 60 caps. Trufax.
"I've been coughing a lot, and um, I've been shitting my brains out, nightly. Not on days off, I think it's all nerves about the show and this whole DVD thing isn't really helping. Coz we get one shot, and we haven't done it yet. It's like, a week away."
"NICK WHEELER" IS A SYNONYM FOR "REALLY FUCKING PRECIOUS."
"My left ear is just ringing like crazy all of a sudden."
Awww. Who's going to volunteer to make him soup and sing him to sleep?
GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, Tyson's cheekbones literally cast their own honest to god shadow! REALLY NOW, THE FANFIC JUST WRITES ITSELF.
Nick: Friggin' cold. Listen...*leans up close so you can hear his teeth chatter*
Haha, again, who's wants to volunteer to keep him warm? XD
John: Duuuuude! Carrots!
Tyson: It's catering!
John: *starts beatboxing*
Tyson: Gonna eat your chicken, gonna eat your chicken na na na na na! Stop.
John: *stops beatboxing*
Tyson: Bring the beat back!
Both: *continue on being adorable*
They're beatboxing! ABOUT FOOD! And Tyson is pulling silly faces! Thank god. We haven't had one of those in about 3 minutes - I was starting to get worried.
This is them "warming up"...which for Mike and Ty, consists of singing as loudly and as off key as possible to make each other laugh. I know, I know, I'm making this expression too: *___________*
Chris: Check it out, look at me flexing, right. Now look in the mirror! Buff lighting!
Tyson: Look at Kennerty! Oh shit! Mister Nut Buff Tough! (Or something like that. XD)
But you're not even listening to me are you? You're distracted by the half-nakedness. It's okay, I understand.
Nick: Yeah, I got nothin'! I got the cute pudge.
Toad: *pokes the cute pudge*
CUUUUUUUTE PUDGE! I love him. <3
Tyson: We're in Denver, Colorado. We've only played here...three times? In our career?
Mike: No, more than that.
Tyson: Four times, max. Definitely probably the least touched....erm, one of the top five least touched towns by The All-American Rejects.
Clearly the point here isn't to ascertain how many times AAR have played Denver, it's to show that Tyson Ritter is ridiculously pretty. That lower lip again! The cheekbones! The glorious profile!
Oh, and it's also to show that Tyson has a very nice collection of AAR merch. I bet he just raids the merch table whenever he wants something. XD
Everytime we see Mike in the background, he's taking his jacket off! Not that I'm complaining. No siree.
Chris: We're in Denver, Colorado.
Nick: Right in the Andes mountains! Or is it the Alps? I forget. I'm trying to learn how to breathe here - it's hard.
PRECIOUS. PRECIOUS I TELL YOU.
Chris: We should all get drunk tonight!
SOMEHOW, THAT ENDS UP BEING PRECIOUS TOO.
Nick: Today's one of them days where we got too much shit to fit in the club. Tryin' to decide if we want projection or not. Um, I'll let you know.
BUT HE NEVER DID. WOE. It's okay Nick, I forgive you. You and your ever-present cup of coffee. <3 If you couldn't tell, this is also the Nick Wheeler is ridiculously pretty section.
HAHAHHHA. NICK'S FACE. HE'S LIKE "SAAAAAAAVE ME."
Nick: Hi I'm Nick.
Mike: And I'm Mike.
Nick: We're in the All-American Rejects!
Mike: And you're watching Mania TV!
Nick: Hi I'm Nick.
Mike: And I'm Mike.
Nick: We're in the All-American Rejects!
Mike: And you're watching Shura!
I don't know how many different stations they had to do this for, but look how HAPPY and SMILEY and AMAZING Mike manages to remain throughout the whole thing! It's one of my favourite Mike sections ever! I just burst out into a huge grin whenever I look at it! ♥
Nick: Hi I'm Nick.
Mike: And I'm Mike.
Nick: And we're in a band called the All-American Rejects!
Mike: And apparently we're artist of the day!
Nick: YES!
Mike: HIGH FIVE!
Both: *do so; hiss in pain*
THEY ARE SUCH DORKS OMFG.
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Dead of excessive cute
Chris: I'm shaving this after the DVD shoot. *accidentally bumps into paper towel dispenser* God I hate that thing! Every time you get near it fuckin'...*whacks it*...I hate it.
That's right youngling. Release your anger. Embrace your aggression. Come to the dark side of the force.
Chris: Afterwards I'm gonna cut it...I'm gonna grow the chin strap and I won't have to dye it, it just comes in thicker. My hair's so blond, it grows so thin right here *indicates upper lip*...to look really creepy, I have to dye it.
LOLOLOL. TO LOOK REALLY CREEPY HE HAS TO DYE IT. HE CAN'T MANAGE IT OTHERWISE BECAUSE HE LOOKS NATURALLY BLOND AND INNOCENT. IS ANYONE STILL KEEPING COUNT OF THE ROCKSTAR!FAIL? Oh, and of course, this is the Chris Gaylor is ridiculously pretty section. Although thank god he got rid of it, because I do prefer him clean shaven. ♥
Interviewer: What's it like to be you right now?
Nick: I'm a lot more tired.
Mike: Yeah, yeah we haven't gone home much in a year, so-
Nick: It was a good year though. It's probably the best year of our lives. I wish we weren't so lethargic and tired right now or else we'd seem a lot more enthused about it.
THIS. THIS JUST KILLS ME. LETHARGIC and ENTHUSED. BOYS USING BIG WORDS. AWWWWW. AND SEEEE. LOOK AT MIKE. Nick is saying this and Mike is nodding and agreeing, BUT HE IS STILL BEAMING HUGELY. MIKEEEEE, YOU'RE THE REASON FOR ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD.
More Tyson merch. XD CHRIS'S FACE! NICK'S PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY SILHOUETTE WITH THE LIGHT SHINING DOWN ON HIM. MIKE LOOKING SO TEENY AND SMALL AND ADORABLY ENGULFED BY THE STAGE! MY HEART.
Yep, you guessed it: Mike Kennerty is ridiculously pretty.
Mike: Wanna know a secret? What do you wanna know? *sleazy eyebrow raise*
This is obviously the token "What is your dirty little secret?" question. XD
Mike: 4:49 PM - I haven't brushed my teeth today.
Someone that sounds like Nick: EEEEEEEW.
Mike: Smell it - and I'm eating cheese.
OH GOD MIKE. I WOULD BE HORRIFIED IF I WEREN'T DISTRACTED BY THE AMAZINGLY FLATTERING CLOSE UP.
And phew. That ends part 2. Thanks for sticking with me if you made it this far! Part 3 should be up next weekend. ;)
Part 3