Today has involved good coffee, people randomly dropping in to leave full pages of thoughtful commentary on my fic, and braving the mall again to buy a Most Excellent Hoodie in a clearance sale. Life is good! (Hoodie does not have pandas on it, but it does have butterflies. *g*)
But anyway...
Also, I'll go ahead and let the cat out of the bag and admit that I'm totally going to go ahead and write that little fic-within-the-fic for Bleeds Like A Boy, because I can't resist seeing what the hell some of this has looked like through Mikey's eyes. That's not a weird motivation from writing something, is it?
BUT ANYWAY!
While putting together a totally different picspam, I have discovered something seriously amiss in bandom. Seriously. Amiss.
So. Ray Toro. He has a belly.
Frank Iero: belly existence confirmed frequently.
Mikey Fuckin' Way. Belly (or at least hipbones...) present and accounted for.
We even know Gerard has a belly, when Frank's around merrily thwarting Modesty Panda. (Cheers, Frank!)
But Bob...?
NO VISUAL CONFIRMATION OF BELLY POSSESSION! Not that I can find, anyway...
This is a tragic oversight, I fear! Give us Bryar-belly! I'll make picket-signs if necessary!