random meme and babbling...

There's only thirteen more days until Save Rock and Roll is out; it's not an exaggeration to say that I haven't been this excited for a CD in fucken years. And since I love all of you, flist, I feel like I should warn all my non-Bandom friends that for that week or so after the CD comes out, I'm probably going to be pretty useless on here for any thing that's not FOB related. I'd apologize in advance, but we all know I wouldn't mean it, lol. I do promise to try to remember to put all SRAR gushing under a cut.

Saw this...somewhere and thought, 'eh, why the hell not?' Random meme time: Comment with the start of a sentence, I reply with the rest of it. These can be fannish or personal, or whatever, really. (ie: "If I had ten minutes alone with Patrick Stump I'd.." or "If I could eat one food forever it'd be..")

Random facts...

Found this in my google wanderings today; Random Chuck Norris facts: Peterick style.

 

There is endless debate about the existence of the human soul. Well it does exist, and Patrick Stump finds it delicious.

 

According to the Encyclopedia Brittanica, the Native American "Trail of Tears" has been redefined as anywhere that Patrick Stump walks.

 

Patrick Stump was once charged with attempted murdered in Boulder County, but the Judge quickly dropped the charges because Patrick Stump does not "attempt" murder.

 

Scotty in Star Trek often says "Ye cannae change the laws of physics." This is untrue. Patrick Stump can change the laws of physics. With his fists.

 

Patrick Stump's calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd; no one fools Patrick Stump.

 

Legit laughing hysterically over here, holy fuck. Let's see what they say about The Wentz....

 

Guantuanamo Bay, Cuba, is the military code-word for "Pete Wentz 's basement".

 

Pete Wentz never wet his bed as a child. The bed wet itself out of fear.

 

Pete Wentz is his own line at the DMV.

 

Pete Wentz can jump-start a car using jumper cables attached to his nipples.

 

Pete Wentz doesn't play god. Playing is for children.

 

This is amusing me way more than is normal.

 

In other news, THIRTEEN FUCKEN DAYS.

Hmmmm...

Sorry about the random spamming today, guys (and not even about anything good; I fail today) but I was combing through the bookmarks on my phone and realized that all my hard and fast OTPs (you know, the ones that I can't read with anyone else except with each other) all have one quality in common: they would all, in a heartbeat, pass the Broccoli Test.

Think about it: Patrick/Pete, Punk/Colt, Sabin/Shelley, Kirk/Spock, Sam/Dean, Gerard/Mikey, they all have that same connection. They could look across a produce aisle at their partner and raise an eyebrow and not only would the other person know that they wanted broccoli for dinner, but that they wanted it steamed and covered in cheese, too.

It's more than a best friend thing -or in the case of Sam/Dean and Gerard/Mikey, more than even a brother thing. It comes from years of knowing and relying on each other, days and weeks and months -sometimes years - of being, literally and figuratively, on top of each other; sharing clothes and space and beds, until you can't remember what belongs to who and what the term personal space means.

It starts off as a best friend -or brother- thing and after a while, it takes on a life of it's own and keeps growing, keeps redefining itself in moments and feelings and songs and roadtrips.

I don't even do it consciously -they just pick me, I swear.