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I was going to post about work today or something but I fear most of this post is going to be about Bandom again /o\ No wait, okay, today I:
1. Didn't wake up in the morning. Made it to work on time, but wow do I need a new alarm clock stat.
2. Learned where the bathroom on our floor it. It is the most newbie-hazing bathroom I have ever scene, oh my god, located in a hallway between three supply closets where all of the doors are identical and unmarked. They don't even have handles. You just walk along the hallway awkwardly pushing until the secret toilet reveals itself. MASTERED.
3. Had lunch at a really nice restaurant that was beautifully decorated for Christmas, and I want to be all mocking "hi hippy place that thinks it's subversive and cool" but really I was just all *__* pretty. And also Christmas music! So pretty.
4. Learned more about the job.
5. Got cake put on my desk? For someone else's birthday. I work in the open space area in the middle of the floor. And then my boss came out and made an announcement reminding everyone that the Cake Desk was My Desk now, so please keep your crumbs elsewhere thank you.
6. Walked into the office to hear Darren Criss crooning Soul Sister from someone's laptop :D :D :D. For the rest of the day, not 30 minutes went by without hearing someone start whistling or humming the song to themselves. Darren Criss your chipperness is contagious.
...yes, I totally set that up to be able to segue into skintightsocks's amazing But Seriously, How So Hot? A Darren Criss Primer. Or maybe picspam, I don't know, it's kind of RIDICULOUSLY GORGEOUS I can't stop staring. Have I mentioned that Darren was my new dream!Panic member? Because he is. My scenario used to be that Spencer gets jealous of him and Brendon and is all sulky until it ends with a threesome, but now I don't know since clearly Spencer is in love with Adam Lambert, so they could just be split up nicely. Or hell, this is Panic, you know how it always ends. (Group sex. It always ends in group sex. I'm not sure why that needed a clarification.)
Meanwhile in MCR Land, Frank has cut his hair! More importantly though THIS PIC HAPPENED, holy christ Frank. Link accompanied by an appropriately NC-17 ficlet if you scroll down :D If you were at that show in Toronto, I imagine that really, the only thing that could possibly have made you drag your eyes away from Frank would have been GERARD'S PURPLE UNDERPANTS. I'm not sure whether the question there should "how low are your pants?" or "how high are your underwear?", but either way lol keep doin' what you're doin', Gee, thanks.
And okay I have to point this out because omg: so a while back,
tieleen wrote two ficlets about Johnny Weir being the third Way sibling. Johnny, the Littlest Way! HE IS MY FAVORITE. When he was eight, Johnny's big brother made him a comic book for his birthday. In the comics Johnny was a Russian Tsar who was friends with aliens, and he fought crime and skated and wore the most amazing fur coats. I heart it so much. And suddenly. SUDDENLY we have these MCR lyrics, and they go: Johnny won't you come back home?"
tieleen: Hijacking your thread to say: Johnny isn't coming back home? This is totally a shout out, isn't it? Although really, Gerard, if you're going to write AUs about Johnny Weir being your brother, there's no need to go right to the estrangement and angst. This is supposed to be your happy phase!
roga: Oh my god THE LITTLEST WAY HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT. God, but it makes so much sense. Because Gerard and Mikey may have chosen their paths, but you know that Johnny wasn't built for being a desert outlaw; Johnny needs ice. And Gerard and Mikey were so disappointed when he made that choice, because BLI are the devil and how could he give in, but Johnny's adamant: they won't take his ice away from him. And that's something Korse can always hold over Gerard's head, and it hits Gerard in the gut, every time.
What Korse doesn't know -- what nobody knows, except maybe Dr. Death Defying -- is that every once in a while, just to see if they're still doing okay, Johnny will put on his helmet and slip into his polka-dotted tights and skate down to Zone 6 to see how the Killjoys are doing...
tieleen: HAHAHAHAHA oh my god. Until the very last part I was all 'oh, no! This makes all the sense in the world but it's much too sad! I like my apocalypses cheerful!' and then, oh my god, the last part, I can hold out no longer. OH JOHNNY. So much sense.
(But, but, but! Maybe it isn't about that. Maybe he's skating for the CAUSE, because the cause needs people on rollerskates wooshing through the desert because... of a thing. Maybe he's a messenger boy for justice!)
roga: Okay, he totally is, but you know I am a sucker for secret identities so HERE IS WHAT HAPPENS: Johnny is totally skating for the cause, but he has to be so secret about it because you know BLI's creepy intelligence stalking is insane, PLUS Korse keeps an extra special eye on him because he knows what he's got in his hands. So Johnny gathers information, slowly, slowly but surely, and whenever he wants to deliver it onwards he passes it on to Show Pony, who makes sure it gets into the right hands. And whenever he really can't go on another day without seeing his brothers, that's when he and Show Pony trade places for a day. Those are the days when Show Pony doesn't take off his helmet and doesn't say a word, and the Killjoys notice but they just give him his space, let him cuddle up by the fire if he needs to (more with Mikey though, because Gerard hasn't bathed in a month), and at the end of the day they always miss Johnny a little bit more but don't know why.
(Johnny would stick around for longer, but he's scared that they'll find out, and while Mikey can keep his mouth shut :| he does not trust Gerard one bit not to let it slip that he's a spy. Also rollerskating, god, he feels like he's in the eighties and there is sand everywhere.)
tieleen: this is 100% Killjoys canon to me now, complete with Johnny grumbling to himself snarkily as he rolls down the desert highways about his stupid brothers and their stupid laser guns and their stupid Frank Iero and how he's 80% sure Ray's kid's made him out about six months back and is just too nice to say anything about it and god damn it, he doesn't even know why he misses them.
(Also, after the shoot out, most likely Johnny leaves off spying and goes on the run with baby!Ray, but while this is an intriguing concept it belongs to a part of the timeline I don't actually acknowledge, so.)
roga: Awww baby!Ray! <3 And dude, what's not to acknowledge? Haven't you heard that killjoys never die? My theory is that ray guns are totally non lethal, and besides, you know that Korse lives for these little run ins with Gerard, he's not going to just let him die like that. No, Korse just cryogenically freezes them in case he ever wants to fight again. Luckily for them, Johnny is well equipped to to deal with extreme cold \o/ "Bet you're glad I bought all these fur coats now, aren't you, Iero?"
Frank: *whimpers*
BASICALLY THIS IS NOW MY KILLJOYS CANON THE END.
PS I made this for dinner! With, like, other stuff. It was really good, though not as amazing as I hoped it'd be from the photos; I changed the recipe a little, nixed the capers (sorry, NO) and used olive oil instead of butter. Because APPARENTLY THE BUTTER SHORTAGE IS REAL. I never eat butter so I have no idea what's going on in the world of buttertry, but apparently there is a GRAVE SHORTAGE and my mom is guarding our single stick of butter with her LIFE, forbidding its usage on anything other than bread. Because all the grocery stores and supermarkets are out. The horror D:
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1. Didn't wake up in the morning. Made it to work on time, but wow do I need a new alarm clock stat.
2. Learned where the bathroom on our floor it. It is the most newbie-hazing bathroom I have ever scene, oh my god, located in a hallway between three supply closets where all of the doors are identical and unmarked. They don't even have handles. You just walk along the hallway awkwardly pushing until the secret toilet reveals itself. MASTERED.
3. Had lunch at a really nice restaurant that was beautifully decorated for Christmas, and I want to be all mocking "hi hippy place that thinks it's subversive and cool" but really I was just all *__* pretty. And also Christmas music! So pretty.
4. Learned more about the job.
5. Got cake put on my desk? For someone else's birthday. I work in the open space area in the middle of the floor. And then my boss came out and made an announcement reminding everyone that the Cake Desk was My Desk now, so please keep your crumbs elsewhere thank you.
6. Walked into the office to hear Darren Criss crooning Soul Sister from someone's laptop :D :D :D. For the rest of the day, not 30 minutes went by without hearing someone start whistling or humming the song to themselves. Darren Criss your chipperness is contagious.
...yes, I totally set that up to be able to segue into skintightsocks's amazing But Seriously, How So Hot? A Darren Criss Primer. Or maybe picspam, I don't know, it's kind of RIDICULOUSLY GORGEOUS I can't stop staring. Have I mentioned that Darren was my new dream!Panic member? Because he is. My scenario used to be that Spencer gets jealous of him and Brendon and is all sulky until it ends with a threesome, but now I don't know since clearly Spencer is in love with Adam Lambert, so they could just be split up nicely. Or hell, this is Panic, you know how it always ends. (Group sex. It always ends in group sex. I'm not sure why that needed a clarification.)
Meanwhile in MCR Land, Frank has cut his hair! More importantly though THIS PIC HAPPENED, holy christ Frank. Link accompanied by an appropriately NC-17 ficlet if you scroll down :D If you were at that show in Toronto, I imagine that really, the only thing that could possibly have made you drag your eyes away from Frank would have been GERARD'S PURPLE UNDERPANTS. I'm not sure whether the question there should "how low are your pants?" or "how high are your underwear?", but either way lol keep doin' what you're doin', Gee, thanks.
And okay I have to point this out because omg: so a while back,
tieleen wrote two ficlets about Johnny Weir being the third Way sibling. Johnny, the Littlest Way! HE IS MY FAVORITE. When he was eight, Johnny's big brother made him a comic book for his birthday. In the comics Johnny was a Russian Tsar who was friends with aliens, and he fought crime and skated and wore the most amazing fur coats. I heart it so much. And suddenly. SUDDENLY we have these MCR lyrics, and they go: Johnny won't you come back home?"
tieleen: Hijacking your thread to say: Johnny isn't coming back home? This is totally a shout out, isn't it? Although really, Gerard, if you're going to write AUs about Johnny Weir being your brother, there's no need to go right to the estrangement and angst. This is supposed to be your happy phase!
roga: Oh my god THE LITTLEST WAY HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT. God, but it makes so much sense. Because Gerard and Mikey may have chosen their paths, but you know that Johnny wasn't built for being a desert outlaw; Johnny needs ice. And Gerard and Mikey were so disappointed when he made that choice, because BLI are the devil and how could he give in, but Johnny's adamant: they won't take his ice away from him. And that's something Korse can always hold over Gerard's head, and it hits Gerard in the gut, every time.
What Korse doesn't know -- what nobody knows, except maybe Dr. Death Defying -- is that every once in a while, just to see if they're still doing okay, Johnny will put on his helmet and slip into his polka-dotted tights and skate down to Zone 6 to see how the Killjoys are doing...
tieleen: HAHAHAHAHA oh my god. Until the very last part I was all 'oh, no! This makes all the sense in the world but it's much too sad! I like my apocalypses cheerful!' and then, oh my god, the last part, I can hold out no longer. OH JOHNNY. So much sense.
(But, but, but! Maybe it isn't about that. Maybe he's skating for the CAUSE, because the cause needs people on rollerskates wooshing through the desert because... of a thing. Maybe he's a messenger boy for justice!)
roga: Okay, he totally is, but you know I am a sucker for secret identities so HERE IS WHAT HAPPENS: Johnny is totally skating for the cause, but he has to be so secret about it because you know BLI's creepy intelligence stalking is insane, PLUS Korse keeps an extra special eye on him because he knows what he's got in his hands. So Johnny gathers information, slowly, slowly but surely, and whenever he wants to deliver it onwards he passes it on to Show Pony, who makes sure it gets into the right hands. And whenever he really can't go on another day without seeing his brothers, that's when he and Show Pony trade places for a day. Those are the days when Show Pony doesn't take off his helmet and doesn't say a word, and the Killjoys notice but they just give him his space, let him cuddle up by the fire if he needs to (more with Mikey though, because Gerard hasn't bathed in a month), and at the end of the day they always miss Johnny a little bit more but don't know why.
(Johnny would stick around for longer, but he's scared that they'll find out, and while Mikey can keep his mouth shut :| he does not trust Gerard one bit not to let it slip that he's a spy. Also rollerskating, god, he feels like he's in the eighties and there is sand everywhere.)
tieleen: this is 100% Killjoys canon to me now, complete with Johnny grumbling to himself snarkily as he rolls down the desert highways about his stupid brothers and their stupid laser guns and their stupid Frank Iero and how he's 80% sure Ray's kid's made him out about six months back and is just too nice to say anything about it and god damn it, he doesn't even know why he misses them.
(Also, after the shoot out, most likely Johnny leaves off spying and goes on the run with baby!Ray, but while this is an intriguing concept it belongs to a part of the timeline I don't actually acknowledge, so.)
roga: Awww baby!Ray! <3 And dude, what's not to acknowledge? Haven't you heard that killjoys never die? My theory is that ray guns are totally non lethal, and besides, you know that Korse lives for these little run ins with Gerard, he's not going to just let him die like that. No, Korse just cryogenically freezes them in case he ever wants to fight again. Luckily for them, Johnny is well equipped to to deal with extreme cold \o/ "Bet you're glad I bought all these fur coats now, aren't you, Iero?"
Frank: *whimpers*
BASICALLY THIS IS NOW MY KILLJOYS CANON THE END.
PS I made this for dinner! With, like, other stuff. It was really good, though not as amazing as I hoped it'd be from the photos; I changed the recipe a little, nixed the capers (sorry, NO) and used olive oil instead of butter. Because APPARENTLY THE BUTTER SHORTAGE IS REAL. I never eat butter so I have no idea what's going on in the world of buttertry, but apparently there is a GRAVE SHORTAGE and my mom is guarding our single stick of butter with her LIFE, forbidding its usage on anything other than bread. Because all the grocery stores and supermarkets are out. The horror D:
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