More Joy!
Here are a bunch of random things that bring me joy; I hope that by sharing them I can bring you some joy.
If you follow my Tumblr, you know I have a thing for cute fuzzy animals.
Baby monkey with its dove surrogate mother!
A duckling snuggling an owlet.
Hi, baby golden monkey. I love you.
Hi, baby gibbon. You look like an alien. I love you even more.
Baby lemur!
Piglet wearing boots!
Vicunas have the most beautiful eyes of any camelid.
Baby sloth getting a bath! I'm dying of cute, you guys.
Baby William Beckett!
Snuggly little fruit bat.
I don't even know what this thing is, but I love her.
Pygmy marmosets are my second favorite primate in the entire world.
Tarsiers are my number one favorite animal of all time. Look at its eyes! And its fingers!
Its little fiiiiiingers!
They're so tiny and fuzzy and adorable.
I have no smooth transitions from one section to another. Now we're just going to jump right to Spencer Smith!
Spencer's hair brings me joy.
Great joy.
As does Spencer reminding me of Animal from The Muppet Show.
Spencer's stomach brings me great joy. And makes me want to bite it.
Spencer being a weirdo brings me joy all the time.
I can't decide what I love most -- the flip flops, Spencer's nom-able stomach, or the older-brotherly roughhousing.
Fistbump of joy.
Hearttap of joy.
"Weeelllll..." of joy.
...paper eating of joy?
This is not bb!Spencer kissing bb!Brendon but I don't care! Joy!
There's another weirdo I'm pretty fond of. His name is Mikey Fuckin Way.
Hi, Mikey.
I think maybe his hair is sentient.
I actually had that haircut in 2001. He's prettier than me, though.
This was my very first, "I love that weirdo," moment with Mikey. As soon as I saw him stroll along with his hands in his pockets and kick that mascot in the head, I was hooked.
Everybody chant with me, now! "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey!"
I...I don't know.
That is the biggest nerd reaction on Mikey's part right there. Can't you just see all your nerdy friends (and selves) in him? Suddenly reacting bodily and shouting, "Yes! Exactly!"
Mikey's boots bring me joy, too, though not as much as they would if I owned a pair.
Mikey's brother is pretty weird, too. I kind of love his fucking face a lot.
Like, I can't even tell you how much I love his mannerisms in relation to gender expression and, like, his fucking confidence in relation to everything. Probably a lot of it is just me getting excited every time I see somebody who maybe has an atypical but not dysfunctional gender identity because, "Yay, I'm not the only one!"
Also, he's very attractive.
I also find him attractive even when I read him as completely male, which is rare. But, unf, look at him there. *pets the poor woobie's head*
That is an attractive band, you guys.
Look at that smile, you guys! He's always so happy when he's playing.
And, really, why wouldn't he be? He gets to do the thing he loves the most in the entire world for a living. That's pretty fucking awesome.
Look at him go!
Look at him wrestle Frank out of a coffin!
Look at him pull Mikey's pigtails! hair!
Look at him...smoke?
I like pictures where people I don't associate with smoking are actually smoking.
Hi, Dallon.
And now for a mishmash of stuff I'm too lazy to organize.
Just a reminder: that's a chastity and purity t-shirt, you guys. That shirt says, "Hi! I'm a virgin and proud!"
And last but not least, assorted videos.
Gerard and Mikey are the dorkiest brothers ever and I love it. Mikey imitating the sound of a light saber!
BB!Spencer in Maryland, dancing to "Gay Bar." Fuck, I love that little weirdo.
It's a gibbon fucking with tiger cubs who've wandered into his territory! I watch this all the time.
I have a thing for people who can shred like a motherfucker. Ray Toro shreds like a motherfucker.
Ian Crawford also shreds like a motherfucker.
This entry was originally posted at http://janesays.dreamwidth.org/13823.html. Comment wherever you'd like.
If you follow my Tumblr, you know I have a thing for cute fuzzy animals.
Baby monkey with its dove surrogate mother!
A duckling snuggling an owlet.
Hi, baby golden monkey. I love you.
Hi, baby gibbon. You look like an alien. I love you even more.
Baby lemur!
Piglet wearing boots!
Vicunas have the most beautiful eyes of any camelid.
Baby sloth getting a bath! I'm dying of cute, you guys.
Baby William Beckett!
Snuggly little fruit bat.
I don't even know what this thing is, but I love her.
Pygmy marmosets are my second favorite primate in the entire world.
Tarsiers are my number one favorite animal of all time. Look at its eyes! And its fingers!
Its little fiiiiiingers!
They're so tiny and fuzzy and adorable.
I have no smooth transitions from one section to another. Now we're just going to jump right to Spencer Smith!
Spencer's hair brings me joy.
Great joy.
As does Spencer reminding me of Animal from The Muppet Show.
Spencer's stomach brings me great joy. And makes me want to bite it.
Spencer being a weirdo brings me joy all the time.
I can't decide what I love most -- the flip flops, Spencer's nom-able stomach, or the older-brotherly roughhousing.
Fistbump of joy.
Hearttap of joy.
"Weeelllll..." of joy.
...paper eating of joy?
This is not bb!Spencer kissing bb!Brendon but I don't care! Joy!
There's another weirdo I'm pretty fond of. His name is Mikey Fuckin Way.
Hi, Mikey.
I think maybe his hair is sentient.
I actually had that haircut in 2001. He's prettier than me, though.
This was my very first, "I love that weirdo," moment with Mikey. As soon as I saw him stroll along with his hands in his pockets and kick that mascot in the head, I was hooked.
Everybody chant with me, now! "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey!"
I...I don't know.
That is the biggest nerd reaction on Mikey's part right there. Can't you just see all your nerdy friends (and selves) in him? Suddenly reacting bodily and shouting, "Yes! Exactly!"
Mikey's boots bring me joy, too, though not as much as they would if I owned a pair.
Mikey's brother is pretty weird, too. I kind of love his fucking face a lot.
Like, I can't even tell you how much I love his mannerisms in relation to gender expression and, like, his fucking confidence in relation to everything. Probably a lot of it is just me getting excited every time I see somebody who maybe has an atypical but not dysfunctional gender identity because, "Yay, I'm not the only one!"
Also, he's very attractive.
I also find him attractive even when I read him as completely male, which is rare. But, unf, look at him there. *pets the poor woobie's head*
That is an attractive band, you guys.
Look at that smile, you guys! He's always so happy when he's playing.
And, really, why wouldn't he be? He gets to do the thing he loves the most in the entire world for a living. That's pretty fucking awesome.
Look at him go!
Look at him wrestle Frank out of a coffin!
Look at him pull Mikey's pigtails! hair!
Look at him...smoke?
I like pictures where people I don't associate with smoking are actually smoking.
Hi, Dallon.
And now for a mishmash of stuff I'm too lazy to organize.
Just a reminder: that's a chastity and purity t-shirt, you guys. That shirt says, "Hi! I'm a virgin and proud!"
And last but not least, assorted videos.
Click to viewGerard and Mikey are the dorkiest brothers ever and I love it. Mikey imitating the sound of a light saber!
BB!Spencer in Maryland, dancing to "Gay Bar." Fuck, I love that little weirdo.
It's a gibbon fucking with tiger cubs who've wandered into his territory! I watch this all the time.
I have a thing for people who can shred like a motherfucker. Ray Toro shreds like a motherfucker.
Ian Crawford also shreds like a motherfucker.
This entry was originally posted at http://janesays.dreamwidth.org/13823.html. Comment wherever you'd like.