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mimesereI'm sure there are many (and better!) picspams of Ray Toro and The Thighs of Happiness in the world, but you know, I'm not a girl to let coming late to the party stop me from sharing things of prettiness.
...every time I say Ray Toro and The Thighs of Happiness, I keep imagining him as Harry Potter, only with less capslock and more guitar solos. I totally bet Ray Toro is magic. No, I don't know why I keep calling him by his (sort of) full name. There are just some people you do that for, you know? And Ray Toro is one of them for me.
Anyway! Also included is a brief introduction to My Chemical Romance, because I'm just generous like that. And also, hot damn they're pretty.
This is Ray Toro. He likes picnics and video games and heavy metal and headbanging. I like his hair, his mouth, his hands, and his thighs. And his enormous...talent. Seriously, how is he so hot? Also, he is older than me, which is, I assure you, a wonderful source of comfort in a fandom that includes Panic! At the Disco.
These are his thighs. I have decided to call them Archie and Jughead. We're going to come back to them in a bit. Because honestly, we need to work up to them. Or at least I do.
Ray Toro is the lead guitarist of My Chemical Romance. MCR has gone through many different looks and one lineup change. They believe in swearing (*snerk* I'd totally forgotten that they've been banned from Orange County for swearing too much during their free show in Orange), non-violence (no! really! this is why they would lose in bandom fight club. Also because they are MADE OF GLASS), and saving lives. Also in rocking the fuck out.
Once upon a time, they had a drummer who was not Bob Bryar. It was a dark time, but even in difficult times like those, Ray Toro was lurking hotly in the background with a sassy little tilt to his hips, like he knows something we don't. Left to right they are: Ray Toro (lead guitar), Mikey Way (bass), Gerard Way (vocals), someone who really doesn't look like Frank Iero (rhythm guitar), and Dude Who Is Not Bob Bryar (drums).
And then there was Bob! And yet they still look unhappy and wan and like they've just been on the losing end of a fightwith makeup. Woe. They are all sad! I do not know what is going on in Ray Toro's bathing suit area, but it doesn't look comfortable. This probably explains the unhappy expression of WTF on his face. Please to be noting the casual way they have no personal space between each other and how Mikey is all, "I will just sort of lean on Ray now because he is awesome for leaning!" And he is. It is one of the many ways Ray Toro brings joy to MCR.
But it's all a front! They are not sad at all! They are cuddly and dorky and maybe a little bit tired. Ray Toro? Not the guy I would expect to be cuddly! I mean, you know, he looks kind of badass and dude-like, and yet there is cuddling!
CUDDLING AND THIGHS AND HAND ON THIGHS AND FONDNESS AND HAND ON HEAD AND OH OH IT MAKES MY HEART GO ALL WIBBLY. *cough* I'm better now. OH MY GOD, GERARD'S HAND ON RAY TORO'S THIGH. This is probably my favorite bandom picture. Even more than like, Pete cuddling Patrick tenderly on stage (all nine billion times it has happened). Seriously. It's the thighs that win it. Patrick, boo, you totally need to take a picture with Pete where you are all sprawled out and Pete has his head on your stomach and you are looking at him fondly and petting his hair and he has his hand on your thighand then you two make out a lot and get married and live in a big house with five puppies and three music rooms and sometimes there's punching but mostly there are cuddles..
But wait! What's this? Ray Toro approves of the ogling of his hot hot legs. He is even presenting you with the opportunity to do so unencumbered by a guitar or Gerard's hands. Gerard is shocked (though not appalled and, frankly, just a little bit pleased) at Ray's cheerfully blithe willingness to be loved for Archie and Jughead.
And hey, you know, whatever makes Ray Toro happy makes Gerard happy. Because he's Just That Awesome of a friend.
After a little bit of rest (and more cuddles), they're ready toROCK tempt priests away from their vows to the Church of Hot Addiction. It's a hard job that puts their immortal souls in danger, but they are brave little toasters and will not let a little thing like looking like highpriced escorts in a church get in the way of their saving lives. Gerard is in his supermodel pose, Mikey is in his I'm Copying Gerard pose, and Ray is in what I like to call his "Hey, sailor" pose, designed to subtly draw attention to his hips and thighs. Note the clever use of his hands as framing device! Frankie and Bob are not feeling the supermodel priestly temptation, though.
But you know, that whole blasphemy thing gets kind of tired after a while and they have to keep up with the times! Or, you know, defy time itself by traveling through it and fighting in World War II. Like you do. Ray Toro is sad because it means that he cannot let his glorious hair run free and wild! But Gerard has cut his hair and Bob has shaved his beard and Frankie has taken out his piercings and Mikey has put on Not Awesome Glasses and so it's okay, sacrifices can be made! It's to save lives, after all. And what's a little hair bondage compared to saving lives? Nothing, that's what.
...He's still all sadhair though. So he hides it under a helmet! Because if people cannot see his hair, it matters less that it is held back and oppressed. But he is feeling very put upon because the army uniform does nothing for his thighs and oh, he is going to have such a case of hat hair, and dammit, DOES NO ONE CARE THAT HE CANNOT SHOW OFF HIS THIGHS OR HIS HAIR?
No, sadly, they do not. But Ray Toro is strong! and brave! and so, okay, you can't see his awesome thighs OR his awesome hair, but he is not just Awesome Thighs and Awesome Hair Guy! HE WILL OVERCOME! And he offers up his pretty pretty mouth for observation. Clever Ray! Because in most other instances, there is the distraction of Archie and Jughead or his hair or his hands or his guitar and here there is pretty much just his mouth.
Alas, time and space wait for no men, and you know, they have places to be, people to seduce, lives to save. So they go undercover as the WAITERS OF THE DAMNED. Ray Toro tries everything he can think of to make these outfits look okay, but even his thigh + hip tilt cannot reduce the fug. Oh Gerard, he thinks, why? Why? Why does Gerard not see the fug? Ray and Mikey and Frank do and they are trying! Mikey has offered up his bare arms! Frank is fondling himself! Ray has put on suspenders! But no. No. There is no joy in the basement. There is only bad fashion.
Ray Toro cannot allow it to happen again! Bad fashion has never saved anybody's life! Mikey agrees. Even Frank agrees, but he is still kind of pissy about how Ray stole his doritos. So they stage an intervention with Gerard and Bob. "Gerard and Bob," says Ray, "no more bad fashion. Or else we shall let Pete Wentz into your wardrobes and allow him to replace all your hoodies with Decaydance hoodies. They come in bright colors, guys. Bright colors and *patterns*. He'll steal your MAC eyeliner and replace it with, fuck, I don't know, some plasticky shit that crumbles." Gerard and Bob think about this, because the threat of a Pete Wentz-ified wardrobe is a dire threat indeed, and Gerard says, "He has hoodies in black, right?" and Mikey shakes his head sadly. "Oh, Gerard," says Mikey, "no." And Frankie nods solemnly. Patrick's semi-hysterical phone call had warned them about how Pete had hired the monkeys from the Thnks Fr Th Mmrs video to choose the colors and patterns for the new line. "Monkeys!" he had said despairingly and then he was gone. They haven't heard from Patrick since.
Gerard gives in and everyone is much, much happier! Except maybe Gerard. But Gerard cannot wear a bright blue and pink hoodie with bats and skulls and so he buries his pain deep in his soul and smiles for the camera while his heart secretly breaks in a way that would involve lowercase letters and extended metaphors that don't make a lot of sense except that he is Gerard Way and so he shall scream and curse it out instead. But that is for later. Right now, Ray and Frank are happy and he cannot take that away from them.
Sadly for Gerard, he is not as good at hiding his secret heartbreak from Ray and Frankie as he thinks he is. They can sense his secret heartbreak and they must do something! Something to make him happy! Or at least, happier. Or angry. Or something other than secretly heartbroken, because Gerard + secret heartbreak leads to things like the 48 Hour Dungeons and Dragons Campaign From Hell and that is a place they never want to go again.
"I know!" says Frankie. "We can go save lives in a prep school!" Ray has a very bad feeling about this, but Frankie will not listen. "LA LA LA LA," says Frankie. There is no arguing with him when he goes LA LA LA LA.
Things go wrong very quickly. People beat up on Gerard! That makes Frankie sad. And it makes Ray angry. People would not like Ray when he's angry.
When he is angry, Ray plots revenge. And sits in such a way that his thighs are not very ogleable. Angry Ray does not care about his thighs! Angry Ray wants to make people pay for being mean to Gerard!
Angry Ray is also a little bit crazy. He rules, but he's crazy.
"What can we do?" he asks himself. "Also, I have not done anything weirdly sexy for a few pictures. I shall lick this crayon in a lascivious and slightly deranged manner!" And so he does.
Then he does research, because reading = knowing and knowing = 1/2 the battle.
The other half of the battle is wanton and senseless violence and so Ray takes Frankie and they beat the hell out of the prep school mascot.
But it's not enough. Not really. The wanton and senseless violence continues! Oh noes! My Chemical Romance gathers up their croquet mallets and prepares to throw down with the field hockey jocks. It's like the Jets vs the Sharks, but with less snapping and dancing and more croquet. So, really, it's a lot like Heathers, but without the teen suicide or the eskimos.
"They have masks," says Frank nervously. "And padding."
"Pfft," says Ray. "We have JUSTICE! And also I think our mallets will totally fuck those guys up."
And they do. My Chemical Romance emerges victorious! but slightly bloody.
After the glow of violence well done wears off, Gerard is sad. "Ray," he says, "Violence is never the answer."
"You speak true, G," says Ray. "100%."
"You have very nice thighs," says Gerard.
"I try," says Ray modestly.
They take a little break after that and have individual adventures in life-saving, like when Gerard and Bob traveled back to 1849 to save Edgar Allan Poe. Sadly, they got distracted and EAP died of rabies. Or something.
There was also an adventure where Ray continued his crusade against terrible fashion, but he and Gerard failed to save the scary dude from the plaid monster. The scary dude seemed okay with it, but Ray was sad. He had failed and now there was one more person fallen to the dark side. "DAMN YOU, PLAID MONSTER!" he cried, shaking his fist at the sky. "GODDAMN YOU TO HELL!"
After his failure against the Plaid Monster, he returns to the guys filled with a new zeal. They will save lives! From bad things! Like plaid! They are *goddamn superheroes*. They are REALLY HOT GODDAMN SUPERHEROES who are hot and have awesome thighs -- yes! all of them! even though Gerard rejects calling them the Hot Hot Thighs League or "anything involving any body part, Ray, for fuck's sake, and no, I don't care how hot we all are. And put that away, man, you'll put out someone's eye."
Ray is so fucking unsung. They would totally have been awesome as the Hot Hot Thighs League. Gerard just doesn't appreciate the power of magnificent thighs to save lives. It's like the lead to Gerard's otherwise exceptional x-ray vision. Or the short-panted young thing to his misanthropic loner -- oh, hold on, no, that's Pete. Anyway. Ray Toro is fucking unsung is the point.
"Bob," he says, "I am so fucking unsung."
He is so sad that he puts a hat on! Ray Toro is sort of like Samson that way, only with emo sadhair and not that whole weird perfidy of women hair salon trip emasculation thing.
Gerard calls them all together and explains that they are *totally* superheroes -- still not the Hot Hot Thighs League, to Ray's everlasting sadness -- and they will by god go out and kick some villainous ass. They have a *mission*! and new clothes! and new hair! "Look!" says Ray. "The us-signal!"
It is a great triumph! My Chemical Romance saves the world through the power of Gerard's earnestness and Ray's awesomeness and Bob's manly stoicism in the face of pretty much everything ever and Mikey's adorableness and Frankie's insane charisma and the power of their combined hotness. Gerard has embraced hotassedness! Ray's iffy on the white hair, but you know, whatever. THERE IS A SUIT AND IT IS HOT. Ray Toro is overcome! So is Frankie! Luckily there are are walls nearby against which they can swoon.
Don't say I never gave you guys stuff.
...every time I say Ray Toro and The Thighs of Happiness, I keep imagining him as Harry Potter, only with less capslock and more guitar solos. I totally bet Ray Toro is magic. No, I don't know why I keep calling him by his (sort of) full name. There are just some people you do that for, you know? And Ray Toro is one of them for me.
Anyway! Also included is a brief introduction to My Chemical Romance, because I'm just generous like that. And also, hot damn they're pretty.
This is Ray Toro. He likes picnics and video games and heavy metal and headbanging. I like his hair, his mouth, his hands, and his thighs. And his enormous...talent. Seriously, how is he so hot? Also, he is older than me, which is, I assure you, a wonderful source of comfort in a fandom that includes Panic! At the Disco.
These are his thighs. I have decided to call them Archie and Jughead. We're going to come back to them in a bit. Because honestly, we need to work up to them. Or at least I do.
Ray Toro is the lead guitarist of My Chemical Romance. MCR has gone through many different looks and one lineup change. They believe in swearing (*snerk* I'd totally forgotten that they've been banned from Orange County for swearing too much during their free show in Orange), non-violence (no! really! this is why they would lose in bandom fight club. Also because they are MADE OF GLASS), and saving lives. Also in rocking the fuck out.
Once upon a time, they had a drummer who was not Bob Bryar. It was a dark time, but even in difficult times like those, Ray Toro was lurking hotly in the background with a sassy little tilt to his hips, like he knows something we don't. Left to right they are: Ray Toro (lead guitar), Mikey Way (bass), Gerard Way (vocals), someone who really doesn't look like Frank Iero (rhythm guitar), and Dude Who Is Not Bob Bryar (drums).
And then there was Bob! And yet they still look unhappy and wan and like they've just been on the losing end of a fight
But it's all a front! They are not sad at all! They are cuddly and dorky and maybe a little bit tired. Ray Toro? Not the guy I would expect to be cuddly! I mean, you know, he looks kind of badass and dude-like, and yet there is cuddling!
CUDDLING AND THIGHS AND HAND ON THIGHS AND FONDNESS AND HAND ON HEAD AND OH OH IT MAKES MY HEART GO ALL WIBBLY. *cough* I'm better now. OH MY GOD, GERARD'S HAND ON RAY TORO'S THIGH. This is probably my favorite bandom picture. Even more than like, Pete cuddling Patrick tenderly on stage (all nine billion times it has happened). Seriously. It's the thighs that win it. Patrick, boo, you totally need to take a picture with Pete where you are all sprawled out and Pete has his head on your stomach and you are looking at him fondly and petting his hair and he has his hand on your thigh
But wait! What's this? Ray Toro approves of the ogling of his hot hot legs. He is even presenting you with the opportunity to do so unencumbered by a guitar or Gerard's hands. Gerard is shocked (though not appalled and, frankly, just a little bit pleased) at Ray's cheerfully blithe willingness to be loved for Archie and Jughead.
And hey, you know, whatever makes Ray Toro happy makes Gerard happy. Because he's Just That Awesome of a friend.
After a little bit of rest (and more cuddles), they're ready to
But you know, that whole blasphemy thing gets kind of tired after a while and they have to keep up with the times! Or, you know, defy time itself by traveling through it and fighting in World War II. Like you do. Ray Toro is sad because it means that he cannot let his glorious hair run free and wild! But Gerard has cut his hair and Bob has shaved his beard and Frankie has taken out his piercings and Mikey has put on Not Awesome Glasses and so it's okay, sacrifices can be made! It's to save lives, after all. And what's a little hair bondage compared to saving lives? Nothing, that's what.
...He's still all sadhair though. So he hides it under a helmet! Because if people cannot see his hair, it matters less that it is held back and oppressed. But he is feeling very put upon because the army uniform does nothing for his thighs and oh, he is going to have such a case of hat hair, and dammit, DOES NO ONE CARE THAT HE CANNOT SHOW OFF HIS THIGHS OR HIS HAIR?
No, sadly, they do not. But Ray Toro is strong! and brave! and so, okay, you can't see his awesome thighs OR his awesome hair, but he is not just Awesome Thighs and Awesome Hair Guy! HE WILL OVERCOME! And he offers up his pretty pretty mouth for observation. Clever Ray! Because in most other instances, there is the distraction of Archie and Jughead or his hair or his hands or his guitar and here there is pretty much just his mouth.
Alas, time and space wait for no men, and you know, they have places to be, people to seduce, lives to save. So they go undercover as the WAITERS OF THE DAMNED. Ray Toro tries everything he can think of to make these outfits look okay, but even his thigh + hip tilt cannot reduce the fug. Oh Gerard, he thinks, why? Why? Why does Gerard not see the fug? Ray and Mikey and Frank do and they are trying! Mikey has offered up his bare arms! Frank is fondling himself! Ray has put on suspenders! But no. No. There is no joy in the basement. There is only bad fashion.
Ray Toro cannot allow it to happen again! Bad fashion has never saved anybody's life! Mikey agrees. Even Frank agrees, but he is still kind of pissy about how Ray stole his doritos. So they stage an intervention with Gerard and Bob. "Gerard and Bob," says Ray, "no more bad fashion. Or else we shall let Pete Wentz into your wardrobes and allow him to replace all your hoodies with Decaydance hoodies. They come in bright colors, guys. Bright colors and *patterns*. He'll steal your MAC eyeliner and replace it with, fuck, I don't know, some plasticky shit that crumbles." Gerard and Bob think about this, because the threat of a Pete Wentz-ified wardrobe is a dire threat indeed, and Gerard says, "He has hoodies in black, right?" and Mikey shakes his head sadly. "Oh, Gerard," says Mikey, "no." And Frankie nods solemnly. Patrick's semi-hysterical phone call had warned them about how Pete had hired the monkeys from the Thnks Fr Th Mmrs video to choose the colors and patterns for the new line. "Monkeys!" he had said despairingly and then he was gone. They haven't heard from Patrick since.
Gerard gives in and everyone is much, much happier! Except maybe Gerard. But Gerard cannot wear a bright blue and pink hoodie with bats and skulls and so he buries his pain deep in his soul and smiles for the camera while his heart secretly breaks in a way that would involve lowercase letters and extended metaphors that don't make a lot of sense except that he is Gerard Way and so he shall scream and curse it out instead. But that is for later. Right now, Ray and Frank are happy and he cannot take that away from them.
Sadly for Gerard, he is not as good at hiding his secret heartbreak from Ray and Frankie as he thinks he is. They can sense his secret heartbreak and they must do something! Something to make him happy! Or at least, happier. Or angry. Or something other than secretly heartbroken, because Gerard + secret heartbreak leads to things like the 48 Hour Dungeons and Dragons Campaign From Hell and that is a place they never want to go again.
"I know!" says Frankie. "We can go save lives in a prep school!" Ray has a very bad feeling about this, but Frankie will not listen. "LA LA LA LA," says Frankie. There is no arguing with him when he goes LA LA LA LA.
Things go wrong very quickly. People beat up on Gerard! That makes Frankie sad. And it makes Ray angry. People would not like Ray when he's angry.
When he is angry, Ray plots revenge. And sits in such a way that his thighs are not very ogleable. Angry Ray does not care about his thighs! Angry Ray wants to make people pay for being mean to Gerard!
Angry Ray is also a little bit crazy. He rules, but he's crazy.
"What can we do?" he asks himself. "Also, I have not done anything weirdly sexy for a few pictures. I shall lick this crayon in a lascivious and slightly deranged manner!" And so he does.
Then he does research, because reading = knowing and knowing = 1/2 the battle.
The other half of the battle is wanton and senseless violence and so Ray takes Frankie and they beat the hell out of the prep school mascot.
But it's not enough. Not really. The wanton and senseless violence continues! Oh noes! My Chemical Romance gathers up their croquet mallets and prepares to throw down with the field hockey jocks. It's like the Jets vs the Sharks, but with less snapping and dancing and more croquet. So, really, it's a lot like Heathers, but without the teen suicide or the eskimos.
"They have masks," says Frank nervously. "And padding."
"Pfft," says Ray. "We have JUSTICE! And also I think our mallets will totally fuck those guys up."
And they do. My Chemical Romance emerges victorious! but slightly bloody.
After the glow of violence well done wears off, Gerard is sad. "Ray," he says, "Violence is never the answer."
"You speak true, G," says Ray. "100%."
"You have very nice thighs," says Gerard.
"I try," says Ray modestly.
They take a little break after that and have individual adventures in life-saving, like when Gerard and Bob traveled back to 1849 to save Edgar Allan Poe. Sadly, they got distracted and EAP died of rabies. Or something.
There was also an adventure where Ray continued his crusade against terrible fashion, but he and Gerard failed to save the scary dude from the plaid monster. The scary dude seemed okay with it, but Ray was sad. He had failed and now there was one more person fallen to the dark side. "DAMN YOU, PLAID MONSTER!" he cried, shaking his fist at the sky. "GODDAMN YOU TO HELL!"
After his failure against the Plaid Monster, he returns to the guys filled with a new zeal. They will save lives! From bad things! Like plaid! They are *goddamn superheroes*. They are REALLY HOT GODDAMN SUPERHEROES who are hot and have awesome thighs -- yes! all of them! even though Gerard rejects calling them the Hot Hot Thighs League or "anything involving any body part, Ray, for fuck's sake, and no, I don't care how hot we all are. And put that away, man, you'll put out someone's eye."
Ray is so fucking unsung. They would totally have been awesome as the Hot Hot Thighs League. Gerard just doesn't appreciate the power of magnificent thighs to save lives. It's like the lead to Gerard's otherwise exceptional x-ray vision. Or the short-panted young thing to his misanthropic loner -- oh, hold on, no, that's Pete. Anyway. Ray Toro is fucking unsung is the point.
"Bob," he says, "I am so fucking unsung."
He is so sad that he puts a hat on! Ray Toro is sort of like Samson that way, only with emo sadhair and not that whole weird perfidy of women hair salon trip emasculation thing.
Gerard calls them all together and explains that they are *totally* superheroes -- still not the Hot Hot Thighs League, to Ray's everlasting sadness -- and they will by god go out and kick some villainous ass. They have a *mission*! and new clothes! and new hair! "Look!" says Ray. "The us-signal!"
It is a great triumph! My Chemical Romance saves the world through the power of Gerard's earnestness and Ray's awesomeness and Bob's manly stoicism in the face of pretty much everything ever and Mikey's adorableness and Frankie's insane charisma and the power of their combined hotness. Gerard has embraced hotassedness! Ray's iffy on the white hair, but you know, whatever. THERE IS A SUIT AND IT IS HOT. Ray Toro is overcome! So is Frankie! Luckily there are are walls nearby against which they can swoon.
Don't say I never gave you guys stuff.
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Date: 2007-06-16 08:56 pm (UTC)This? This is even better than the time I was shown Space Cowboy in an Escapade hotel room. And you, young missy, are INSANE and I love you.
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Date: 2007-06-17 10:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-06-17 10:18 pm (UTC)Glorious Thighs
Date: 2007-06-16 09:57 pm (UTC)Re: Glorious Thighs
Date: 2007-06-17 10:17 pm (UTC)And um, you know. It's SUCH a hardship to stare at pictures of Ray Toro's thighs.
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Date: 2007-06-16 10:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-17 10:16 pm (UTC)And hee! I am glad you liked it :) I figure there are very few times when staring at pretty people who wear tight pants isn't awesome.
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Date: 2007-06-17 09:50 pm (UTC)*cough* right. so, nice picspam.
...my god, i've never had the urge to actually crawl up someone's thighs before ray toro. it's kind of embarrassing, really. so, thank a lot, ray. *sigh*
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Date: 2007-06-17 10:12 pm (UTC)I am, possibly, just a little bit lame.
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Date: 2007-06-18 03:52 pm (UTC)...Ray Toro looks like David Walliams. That's just wrong on so many levels.
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:13 am (UTC)*snuggles you soapily*
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Date: 2007-06-26 03:48 pm (UTC)I don't think I'll link anything else, it's kind of icky.
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Date: 2007-06-26 04:25 pm (UTC)Have I mentioned recently that I think you are made of sunshine and puppies and Saturdays and pie?
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Date: 2007-06-26 09:28 pm (UTC)I think you are made of SQUISHY MAGICAL AWESOME, my darlin'.
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Date: 2007-11-18 12:58 pm (UTC)Would this be appropriate at
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Date: 2007-11-18 06:22 pm (UTC)Raaaaaaay. He is so amazingly magically awesome and hot and he plays guitar like a god.
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Date: 2007-11-18 02:25 pm (UTC)I too adore Ray and Archie and Jughead (*snerk*) and understand how those three things (along with the Hair of Awesomeness and the Mouth of Porn-Inspiring Thoughts) add to the overall hotness factor of My Chem.
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Date: 2007-11-18 06:31 pm (UTC)Oh Ray Toro. How so hot? HOW SO HOT?