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fox1013 said:
I just added Feedback on MySpace here. I would like to encourage any of you who watch to go check that site out, if only because he lists his occupation as "Superhero" and basically he is so cute I could die.
Guys, he's so sincere! So genuinely sincere! But in a really good, self-aware way that makes me love him!
(mimesere, is this how Gerard Way makes you feel? And if so, I think you should write a crossover.)
(Bob was not at Comic Con, but I do not care. He can be there in my imagination!)
God knew, it wasn't like Gerard had any room to talk about the costume, but he really thought that maybe someone should mention the COMPLETE LACK OF ACTUAL SUPERPOWER before the guy got himself killed. "Hey, um."
"Feedback," whispered Bob. Of course Bob knew who he was. Of *course* he did.
"Yeah, um. Feedback?" Gerard smiled and waved a little. "Hi."
"Hello!" said Feedback. He seemed kind of...cheerful. For someone who was about to wade into the ravening mob of undead humanity that was the Comic Con sales floor. The two people behind him looked as dubious as Gerard felt. The lady in the dress with the glitter smiled sickly.
He seemed really nice, if kind of delusional, and Gerard felt awful about bringing up the subject but *someone* had to. A nice smile and nifty outfit wasn't going to protect him from the zombies. "So, you know you don't actually have powers, right? I mean. Those are actual zombies. Well, some of them. I think."
"There are people who need help!" Feedback said. "And I think my suit is biteproof."
"Ah," said Gerard. "Well. If you're sure."
"I can't just leave people out there. Stan would be so disappointed."
"Right," said Gerard. "Okay. Um. Just remember, they're no longer people. They're zombies and will eat your brains as soon as look at you. I think one of the replica booths has like, a sword or something. If you get bit, we're not letting you back in here."
Feedback nodded. "Understood. Wish me luck!"
Gerard watched him go. "He's going to get himself killed."
Bob nodded sadly. "Hey, does he know that some of the zombies are just people dressed up like zombies?"
And, because Amy is EVIL.
rockstarfoxlet: know what I think you should do?
rockstarfoxlet: Either manip, or make someone manip for you, a picture of Gerard Way as a superhero with Stan Lee
mimesere: heeee
mimesere: I was actually just thinking I would kind of love to see a bandom superheroes fic
mimesere: 'cause I have a Rock Stars for Justice icon. where FOB is dressed up as superheroes
rockstarfoxlet: do it
rockstarfoxlet: doooooooo it
mimesere: but yes. I think I would love a Gerard as superhero icon.
Ray scratched his head, looking at the piles of leather and kevlar and spandex spread out across the bus lounge. "We're kind of high profile to be superheroes, man. And I don't know about this whole spandex thing."
"There are masks," said Gerard. "And really, is spandex any worse than the marching band outfits?"
"Hey," said Bob. "Marching band jackets hide a multitude of sins. Spandex, not so much."
Frank poked at his pile of leather and kevlar and spandex. "Do I get a cape? Because I think I could rock a cape."
"You can have a cape if you want," said Gerard.
Bob frowned. "If Frankie can have a cape, can I have a coat? One of those trenchcoat things. You know."
"Like Gambit?" asked Mikey.
"Like Midnighter," said Bob. "And oh god, I hate you, Gerard. Why do I know that?"
"Because Warren Ellis is the motherfucking man," said Gerard and Ray, at the same time.
"Look," said Gerard. "We've been gifted with powers far beyond that of mortal men or women. I think that means we have a duty to um, you know. Save...lives."
"If you start whining like Spiderman, I will kill you," said Frank.
"Holy *shit*," said Joe. "I can *fly*."
"Yes, yes, that's really nice and all," said Pete. "Why the fuck am I invisible? Can someone tell me that? Do I seem like the kind of guy who can pull off invisible?"
"The Butcher says Bill can shapeshift," Andy said, tossing Pete's phone in the general direction of his voice. It dropped onto the bunk heavily and Andy shrugged. "And that he's running around showing everyone his new girlparts."
Something poked Patrick in the ribs. "You're totally coming up with our theme song, aren't you?" whispered Pete.
"I *wasn't*," said Patrick. "Also, I'm gonna put the no vote down on spandex."
fox1013 said: I just added Feedback on MySpace here. I would like to encourage any of you who watch to go check that site out, if only because he lists his occupation as "Superhero" and basically he is so cute I could die.
Guys, he's so sincere! So genuinely sincere! But in a really good, self-aware way that makes me love him!
(mimesere, is this how Gerard Way makes you feel? And if so, I think you should write a crossover.)
(Bob was not at Comic Con, but I do not care. He can be there in my imagination!)
God knew, it wasn't like Gerard had any room to talk about the costume, but he really thought that maybe someone should mention the COMPLETE LACK OF ACTUAL SUPERPOWER before the guy got himself killed. "Hey, um."
"Feedback," whispered Bob. Of course Bob knew who he was. Of *course* he did.
"Yeah, um. Feedback?" Gerard smiled and waved a little. "Hi."
"Hello!" said Feedback. He seemed kind of...cheerful. For someone who was about to wade into the ravening mob of undead humanity that was the Comic Con sales floor. The two people behind him looked as dubious as Gerard felt. The lady in the dress with the glitter smiled sickly.
He seemed really nice, if kind of delusional, and Gerard felt awful about bringing up the subject but *someone* had to. A nice smile and nifty outfit wasn't going to protect him from the zombies. "So, you know you don't actually have powers, right? I mean. Those are actual zombies. Well, some of them. I think."
"There are people who need help!" Feedback said. "And I think my suit is biteproof."
"Ah," said Gerard. "Well. If you're sure."
"I can't just leave people out there. Stan would be so disappointed."
"Right," said Gerard. "Okay. Um. Just remember, they're no longer people. They're zombies and will eat your brains as soon as look at you. I think one of the replica booths has like, a sword or something. If you get bit, we're not letting you back in here."
Feedback nodded. "Understood. Wish me luck!"
Gerard watched him go. "He's going to get himself killed."
Bob nodded sadly. "Hey, does he know that some of the zombies are just people dressed up like zombies?"
And, because Amy is EVIL.
rockstarfoxlet: know what I think you should do?
rockstarfoxlet: Either manip, or make someone manip for you, a picture of Gerard Way as a superhero with Stan Lee
mimesere: heeee
mimesere: I was actually just thinking I would kind of love to see a bandom superheroes fic
mimesere: 'cause I have a Rock Stars for Justice icon. where FOB is dressed up as superheroes
rockstarfoxlet: do it
rockstarfoxlet: doooooooo it
mimesere: but yes. I think I would love a Gerard as superhero icon.
Ray scratched his head, looking at the piles of leather and kevlar and spandex spread out across the bus lounge. "We're kind of high profile to be superheroes, man. And I don't know about this whole spandex thing."
"There are masks," said Gerard. "And really, is spandex any worse than the marching band outfits?"
"Hey," said Bob. "Marching band jackets hide a multitude of sins. Spandex, not so much."
Frank poked at his pile of leather and kevlar and spandex. "Do I get a cape? Because I think I could rock a cape."
"You can have a cape if you want," said Gerard.
Bob frowned. "If Frankie can have a cape, can I have a coat? One of those trenchcoat things. You know."
"Like Gambit?" asked Mikey.
"Like Midnighter," said Bob. "And oh god, I hate you, Gerard. Why do I know that?"
"Because Warren Ellis is the motherfucking man," said Gerard and Ray, at the same time.
"Look," said Gerard. "We've been gifted with powers far beyond that of mortal men or women. I think that means we have a duty to um, you know. Save...lives."
"If you start whining like Spiderman, I will kill you," said Frank.
"Holy *shit*," said Joe. "I can *fly*."
"Yes, yes, that's really nice and all," said Pete. "Why the fuck am I invisible? Can someone tell me that? Do I seem like the kind of guy who can pull off invisible?"
"The Butcher says Bill can shapeshift," Andy said, tossing Pete's phone in the general direction of his voice. It dropped onto the bunk heavily and Andy shrugged. "And that he's running around showing everyone his new girlparts."
Something poked Patrick in the ribs. "You're totally coming up with our theme song, aren't you?" whispered Pete.
"I *wasn't*," said Patrick. "Also, I'm gonna put the no vote down on spandex."
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:38 pm (UTC)Man, I don't know who Feedback is, but I do love this!
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Date: 2007-08-06 05:21 pm (UTC)And they were at the Dark Horse booth signing at the same time.
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Date: 2007-08-06 05:53 pm (UTC)Oh man. OH MAN. I am so excited for fucking Umbrella Academy, man, I can't even tell you. It's just ridiculous. Gerard is so crazy fucking talented. I wish it was, like, contagious. Sexually.
Wait, did I say that?
I need more MCR icons. I don't even have a Frank icon, wtf?
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Date: 2007-08-06 06:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-07 07:30 am (UTC)Can you imagine? They'd go fight crime and like, Frank would break and Bob would get near-mortally injured and Ray would kind of loom and look very impressive and Gerard would talk people out of crime. It would be made of win.
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Date: 2007-08-06 07:37 pm (UTC)Oh, you made my day so much better!
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Date: 2007-08-07 07:30 am (UTC)