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silvernyxa

#yay their shapes

x0oniko

what i would give to go to a pre hiatus fob concert

ryansattheross

could he not..

fobnsfwdoodlesbackup

💃 I did it! 💃

This is as close as I can get to posting the full thing and I want you to have it ✨

#cutiesaaa #i love petes hair

mortalfortaxpurposes

Patrick rewrites him every day.

Then one day, instead of throwing things, Patrick sits down, and listens, and nods to himself, and rewrites the line a different way. And Pete looks down at the sheet of paper and says, oh, fuck. He walks out onto their balcony and closes his eyes and feels the vicious bite of the Chicago winter air on his skin through his t-shirt until he starts shivering. Then he walks back inside and says, yeah. You’re right. And that’s how it starts.

#to read when indont have such a headache!!!

wamsbridge

SOUL RESONANCE

yellow-cat

do it scared. do it whimpering. do it whining and pleading. do it with a raging hard-on

earlgreytea68

Mating Ritual

A fill for this prompt by @carbonbased000: (Van days/pre-h) Pete & Patrick sharing clothes – bonus points for Joe & Andy rolling their eyes very hard at their stupid mating dance! 8)

At first Patrick doesn’t notice.

It’s not like he keeps close track of what he’s got with him on this trip, let’s be honest. It seems super-likely to him that he left a pair of socks behind at the last gas station restroom where they washed up and he tried to rinse them. And that t-shirt, like, it probably got kicked behind a speaker or something and nobody noticed it. He’s distressed about the hoodie, can’t imagine where he lost it, remembers huddling to sleep under it but can’t remember what happens after he woke up, he’s always fuzzy after waking, he could have flung it out of the van in a sleep-induced fog. “Motherfucker,” he pouts, because it’s not like he has money for a new hoodie. “What’s tangled up in your bonnet?” Joe asks him. “That’s not a saying,” Patrick says, but answers anyway. “I left my hoodie somewhere. I don’t know.” “That smelly one with the ripped sleeve and three separate coffee stains?” says Joe. Patrick is offended. The hoodie was beloved. That was why it had three coffee stains. “Because Pete’s got it,” Joe continues nonchalantly. “Huh?” echoes Patrick blankly. “You know.” Joe bites into an apple, looking down at the book he’s reading. “Pete takes your clothes.” Patrick blinks. “Pete does what now?” “Patrick, Patrick, Patrick,” sighs Joe, and turns a page of his book, and does not elaborate.

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#yayyyy yay #egt is this on ao3?

jetstargf

i've returned to the rpf mines with a lovely little tbp rayrard called every guitar string scar on his hand (5.9k) where i go overboard on SL tattoo importance and talk maybe too much about fingers. enjoy!

summary:

“I saw you staring at my hands,” Ray says once they have a semblance of privacy. “Is that what’s got you so worked up?”

“Maybe,” Gerard shoots back. “Or maybe I just like watching you play guitar. Not everything is about how hot you are, Toro.”

(or, the long winding history of love that culminates in one teenagers intro and a new tattoo.)