this is truly one of those fics where i honestly wanna quote every other line. i love the way you write mcr!Spencer. so i'm gonna pick a few things out and talk about em.
Spencer drives a piece of shit Civic with a Frank-sized dent on the bumper, cleverly covered up by an I Brake For Unicorns sticker, because the Way brothers are the weirdest fucking kids in Jersey and Mikey’d given it to him with a totally sincere twinkle in his eyes. Frank had almost fucking choked he’d laughed so hard, but Spencer hates disappointing Mikey, so he’d slapped it on anyway. i love that you put so much in this. there's so much history in just a few lines, and you sketch the characterization so easy, Frank as a little shit, Spencer caring about what Frank thinks, but caring more about Mikey's feelings, and of course, Mikey as one of the weirdest fuckers around. i love the way you characterize him in this. he's not even in this, not for a second, and yet i get such a clear sense of his personality, of his and Gerard's relationship, of the whole situation back in Jersey that Spencer's missing. there's so much in each line, so much personality, i love it.
“Pants are always a good option.” Brendon nods. “But Jon Walker never judges.”
Of course Jon Walker doesn’t judge. Over the past three weeks, since Jon is a very favorite subject of Brendon’s, Spencer’s learned that Jon Walker is awesome, and that his smile makes the world fall in love – Spencer isn’t exaggerating; those are the exact words that had come out of Brendon’s mouth.
He’s learned that Jon Walker’s a senior who’s perfected the art of hugging, is friends with almost everyone, has a cat that plays fetch, takes the most perfect photos ever, plays truly spectacular guitar for a shitty band, and now, the latest, that he probably wouldn’t care at all if Spencer decided he no longer wanted to wear pants. Good to know. what i really love about this whole bit is it's so high school. all about reputation and stories [even if they are true] and just how bizarre that all can sound.
i like the ofc. i really do. she's kinda really crazy, and we all know crazy people have more fun. she is fun, though, a lot of fun, and she's perfect in that it's not all focussed on her. it's nice to have more female characters, anyway, cause as much fun as the FBR boys are, they're boys, and sometimes you just need some estrogen in there.
Of course, Gabe’s sleazy in an entirely different way than Lacey, so he immediately scoops Brendon away from Lacey and presses him up against his side and says, “You’re like a tiny precious doll. I’d like to keep you in my basement.”
Brendon blinks. “Uh.” Gabe is awesome. seriously, i really love the way you characterized him. it reminds me a lot of a friend of mine, hit on underaged chicks and was just that tad unbalanced. okay, maybe more than a tad. but hey, like i said...haha.
“It’s red. It’ll match the, uh, are those zombies on your shirt? Nice aesthetic. Very pleasing.” your Bill is hysterical, too. if you were ever to write some sort of offshoot of this about what kind of hijinks him and Gabe got up to, i'm pretty sure it would be the weirdest, most hilarious thing ever. speaking of that, i honestly love this 'verse. i would not complain at all if we got a bit more to it. maybe, say, what happens in Jersey while Spencer's in Vegas? cause i pretty much love all your characters here. i'm not begging, just suggesting. haha
“Bob loves me too much,” Frank says, like he’s trying not to laugh, but not trying very hard. “Bob composes sonnets to my eyebrows. Bob wishes on stars every night for my eternal—”
“Bob’s gonna break both your legs,” Bob says, really, really close to phone, and then there’s a click and dead air.
Spencer really fucking misses his friends. i really love that whole exchange, the dynamic between Bob and Frank. so funny.
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Spencer drives a piece of shit Civic with a Frank-sized dent on the bumper, cleverly covered up by an I Brake For Unicorns sticker, because the Way brothers are the weirdest fucking kids in Jersey and Mikey’d given it to him with a totally sincere twinkle in his eyes. Frank had almost fucking choked he’d laughed so hard, but Spencer hates disappointing Mikey, so he’d slapped it on anyway.
i love that you put so much in this. there's so much history in just a few lines, and you sketch the characterization so easy, Frank as a little shit, Spencer caring about what Frank thinks, but caring more about Mikey's feelings, and of course, Mikey as one of the weirdest fuckers around. i love the way you characterize him in this. he's not even in this, not for a second, and yet i get such a clear sense of his personality, of his and Gerard's relationship, of the whole situation back in Jersey that Spencer's missing. there's so much in each line, so much personality, i love it.
“Pants are always a good option.” Brendon nods. “But Jon Walker never judges.”
Of course Jon Walker doesn’t judge. Over the past three weeks, since Jon is a very favorite subject of Brendon’s, Spencer’s learned that Jon Walker is awesome, and that his smile makes the world fall in love – Spencer isn’t exaggerating; those are the exact words that had come out of Brendon’s mouth.
He’s learned that Jon Walker’s a senior who’s perfected the art of hugging, is friends with almost everyone, has a cat that plays fetch, takes the most perfect photos ever, plays truly spectacular guitar for a shitty band, and now, the latest, that he probably wouldn’t care at all if Spencer decided he no longer wanted to wear pants. Good to know.
what i really love about this whole bit is it's so high school. all about reputation and stories [even if they are true] and just how bizarre that all can sound.
i like the ofc. i really do. she's kinda really crazy, and we all know crazy people have more fun. she is fun, though, a lot of fun, and she's perfect in that it's not all focussed on her. it's nice to have more female characters, anyway, cause as much fun as the FBR boys are, they're boys, and sometimes you just need some estrogen in there.
Of course, Gabe’s sleazy in an entirely different way than Lacey, so he immediately scoops Brendon away from Lacey and presses him up against his side and says, “You’re like a tiny precious doll. I’d like to keep you in my basement.”
Brendon blinks. “Uh.”
Gabe is awesome. seriously, i really love the way you characterized him. it reminds me a lot of a friend of mine, hit on underaged chicks and was just that tad unbalanced. okay, maybe more than a tad. but hey, like i said...haha.
“It’s red. It’ll match the, uh, are those zombies on your shirt? Nice aesthetic. Very pleasing.”
your Bill is hysterical, too. if you were ever to write some sort of offshoot of this about what kind of hijinks him and Gabe got up to, i'm pretty sure it would be the weirdest, most hilarious thing ever. speaking of that, i honestly love this 'verse. i would not complain at all if we got a bit more to it. maybe, say, what happens in Jersey while Spencer's in Vegas? cause i pretty much love all your characters here. i'm not begging, just suggesting. haha
“Bob loves me too much,” Frank says, like he’s trying not to laugh, but not trying very hard. “Bob composes sonnets to my eyebrows. Bob wishes on stars every night for my eternal—”
“Bob’s gonna break both your legs,” Bob says, really, really close to phone, and then there’s a click and dead air.
Spencer really fucking misses his friends.
i really love that whole exchange, the dynamic between Bob and Frank. so funny.