*sadface*

[harborshore]

What is today, seriously. I woke up to my stomach going, no, when you thought you'd managed to travel without getting fucked up, guess what, you were WRONG. And then I find out Brian Schechter left the music business? Not on, universe. Kitty's exam had better go brilliantly, is all I'm saying.

I'm currently on her couch contemplating a lot of Bob/Brian AUs because honestly, they're always going to be my favorite non-canon pairing (my favorite canon one is Chantal/Jimmy, but that's a little scary to contemplate right now, given that they apparently both read fic, wtf). You're all asleep, or I'd tell you to come play with me. Stupid time difference.

Anyway, love, love, you guys exist and my view here is fairly spectacular, so.

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I feel like this would be an awesome set-up for a comedy, right? Gerard plans out what they do, and him and Mikey do it while Brian keeps track of them and make sure there are a minimum of incidents where either of them trip over ladders or put their feet in paint buckets or, you know. Poor Brian. And then, to make matters worse, the sound manager at the club they're renovating is really, really hot. Goddammit.