I want to meet Gerard on the street in my town's bookstore [LOL there is a pic of him in it] and ~dazzle him with my sparkling personality and then we would be bffs until I was legal and we'd have happybirthdayyou're18 sex!
^_^;;

Guys, I'm not even ashamed of this one (well, okay, only a little). I have ridiculous fantasies of Patrick Stump falling in love with me in and calling from the road to sing my favorite songs into my voicemail. ACKKKKKK &Patrick;

(I don't even think you want to read 100 words about this.)

I really, really want to cook for either My Chemical Romance or Fall Out Boy. It's the sort of thing that would have to happen in either band's early days, when they were kicking around in a van, which then conveniently breaks down and leaves scruffy hungry boys on my doorstep, where I invite them to spend the night and cook them breakfast in the morning while they wait for a tow truck.

Only thing is, I make really good scrambled eggs, but would have no idea what to make vegetarians or vegans for breakfast. XD

Oh, man. I have like half a dozen different ones.

One of my best friends lives in Chicago, right? So, say I go to visit her and she gets called into work for some kind of emergency. What kind of emergency happens in a library, I don't know, but work with me.

So I'm left to my own devices in Chicago. I decided to wander around downtown, do a little shopping, maybe visit a couple of the museums, stop by the fountain from Married With Children. Your basic Chicago things. I'm walking along and my phone rings or something to distract me from watching where I'm going and BAM! I run into someone and hit the ground (for I am actually that clumsy). It turns out Mr. Bob Bryar is totally apologetic for running me down and am I hurt and how about a coffee or something to make up for it?

*hand waving of getting to know you and mutual 'you're awesome' and long distance calls*

And then there is sexing. Lots of it.

Most of mine are all ridiculously musical. Jamming! Hand over that guitar, Ryan! Singing harmony with Patrick and/or Brendon! Partying with The Academy Is.... Basically, I just need to get together a band and convince Pete to sign us. IT COULD TOTALLY HAPPEN! *fantasy land*

I like to pretend that I'll run into Panic! at the Disco during a layover in Las Vegas. Brendon will say that my bag is cool, since it is shaped like an electric guitar, and I'll stop to talk to them. Jon Walker and I will get into a discussion about how awesome Cloud Strife is, and we can hang out and play video games and watch Advent Children or something. And then we could text each other hilarious, geeky things while they were on tour, and it would be freaking awesome.

I want me and Mikeyway to be BFF. We meet on World of Warcraft in the same raiding guild, talking about loot drops and how insane the Kael'thas' fight was before they nerfed it.

Then we meet up when he's in town for Starbucks, shop through Belmont together, and discuss which is the best mage build Arcane/Fire or Deep Fire for long term DPS.

Then we go back to the venue and hit the backstage area to eat catering and make fun of Frank and the internet. Then possibly play some XBox or Wii.

Then I invite Mikey to my place after the show and we have our laptops and do 2v2 arena teams together cause he talked me into respeccing for PvP. So we hang out till Mikey has to go and we hug, then are BFFs on WoW and game together.

THEN HE LETS ME BONE HIS WIFE.

THE END.

dude, i can't write 100 words about it, because what it is, is i bake them cupcakes. (everyone: mcr, fob, p!atd, tai, cs. . .ALL of them)

there is not a boy in ANY of those band who does not need a cupcake.

*nods*

Where is the juicy stuff people? I don't know if this counts as a Mary Sue fantasy or not, but I totally want to be that girl in the background. You know the one. Like after someone has dared one of the boys (Frank) to give head to another (Gerard), I want to shout encouragement in the background and be all, "Wow, you are such a good, little cocksucker," and "You totally have to suck him for 5 minutes, you're only at 2."

\o/!

Frank, so slutty!

The best karaoke in town’s at the Boardwalk Saloon, the girl at the club had said, but I don’t ever go there. It’s too far from downtown.

Patrick twiddled his thumbs on the steering wheel of the rental car as he navigated the city’s one-way streets and narrow thoroughfares, following the directions Travis was shouting from the backseat, guided by his iPhone. Jon sat shotgun, chatting genially with Patrick and mellowing out the Travis factor. Patrick was here to listen to a new artist Pete was thinking of signing to Decaydance, and when Travis decided to tag along (Hey, man, I’m a partner in Decaydance, he’d said, and while that was true, everyone knew Pete found the talent, Patrick was Pete's second opinion, and Travis threw the party. Well, everyone except Travis.), Patrick practically begged Jon to fly in to join them. He’d agreed, of course, under cover that he’d been hearing great things about Milwaukee’s music scene; really, Jon just wanted to bail Patrick out without making Patrick feel guilty, which happened more often than not.

They were in town a day early “just for kicks,” as Travis said, but it was really because Travis liked a day to recover from airplanes. In any case, they had a night for fun before business, and for Patrick, that meant karaoke. Patrick straightened his shoulders as he pulled into an overfull parking lot, Jon pointing out a narrow spot to park.

As they walked into the bar, Travis immediately ditched them for some pretty girls lurking near the mute jukebox. Patrick and Jon grabbed two recently-vacated stools and looked at the performers on the little cut-out stage. A woman stood in front of the crowd, chatting lightly while adjusting her microphone stand. Mostly Patrick couldn’t make it out, but the people jammed around little tables were smiling and laughing along with her. She introduced the number, and smiled as the band started jamming. Patrick, for a few seconds, was shell-shocked by the radiance and genuineness of her grin, but came to his senses when she started belting a Linda Rondstadt tune. She flirted with the crowd, pulling them in; she shared the stage with the guitarist and bassist, but maintained a lead singer’s dominion; and most of all, she sang lyrically yet ferociously enough to make Patrick forget the band’s shortcomings and wonder why they weren’t signed.

“Who’s this band?” he asked the bartender, as she brought Jon a Jack and Coke.

“The Axe Planets,” she replied, “longtime local band.”

“Their singer isn't that old, though, right?” Patrick blinked, thinking his eyes might be deceiving him.

“No, they’re the karaoke band,” she explained, leaning on the bar. “Every week, they play live music and invite people to sing. Sasha's a regular at Rock Star Karaoke; everyone loves her here.” With this, she nodded to Patrick, heading down the bar to field another order.

That’s karaoke? Patrick thought, watching the dark-haired woman—Sasha—manage the stage like a professional performer. “That’s karaoke,” he said in Jon’s ear, poking him.

Jon turned to him with a surprised look on his face, quickly assimilating his features to his usual offhanded delight. “Go get her then, Stump.”

Basically, my crazy fantasy includes FOB actually playing a show here and get in the day before. They decide to go shopping and what do they pass? Toys R Us! So they come in, when I'm working and start creating havoc and pull me into it. (A crazy guitar hero marathon in electronics? Biking/scootering/4x4ing through the store? Hockey? Baseball?) I would gladly join in, get fired, and to make it up to me for getting me fired they give me backstage passes and let me into the m&g.

Yeah, I'm that cool.

I have this whole elaborate thing in my head, let's see if I can turn it into only one hundred little words.

Basically, I'm the drummer and co-songwriter in a band with three other guys who don't actually have names yet 'cause they're not that important even though their supposed to be my BFFs. Then Pete shows up at one of our shows, signs us 'cause we rock, and sends us off on Warped Tour to promote our suddenly existing album. We party with the other bands (mostly MCR, CS, TAI) and then I'm pretty much everyone's crazy little sister so no one minds me being weird and clingy because they love me for it. Except Nate from CS, 'cause it's my damned fantasy and I need to get some action too. Then we all have wacky adventures and usually some drama, 'cause my mind can't even let the imaginary!me be too happy for too long.

134 words, does that count?

So imagine this:

Spencer Smith tries to text his good buddy TomRad one night, except he forgot to type in the area code of Tom's phone when putting him in the address book, so he winds up texting the LOCAL number instead...which is my phone!

Needless to say, both parties are surprised and confused, yet carry on texting back and forth anyways, totally swept away by the wit and hilarity of abused acronyms and sweet texty confessions.

Each buzz of his Sidekick is like a whisper of love in his pocket!

Spencer vows to meet up with this girl because he longs to verbalize his adoration.

When we do finally meet there is much trepidation because, hello! It's Spencer Smith! I'm not good enough! BUT IN MY HEART I KNEW IT WAS HIM ALL ALONG. OUR LOVE IS THAT TRUE.

There is awkwardness until Ryan rolls his eyes and shoves Spencer at me and I grab him by the shoulders to steady him and we kiss.

And then we head to his bunk so he can fuck me good and make that face from Haley's MySpace page.

The End!

over from weemo_closet and not anon because for some reason I'm feeling bold in my lame-ness tonight.

so, I'm in school studying journalism. and once I finish I will, in my MarySue world, get a kickass job interviewing rock stars. one day, lo and behold, I get to interview fob. it's awkward at first, obviously, but my stunning wit generally wins them over and we exchange numbers and start texting back and forth.
over time, things start to develop and PStump eventually realizes he's ~falling~ for this random chick who interviewed him ages ago and we fall madly madly in love and he is pretty much the most adorable boyfriend in the history of boys and he calls me from the road all the time and we make the long distance thing work and everything's perfect and it's the epitome of mary-sueing, you guys. also I'm bff with Joe, and Gabe has a monster crush on me. yeah I'm greedy.

and I don't even care because it's Patrick and how am I expected to not have unrealistic fantasies?

So, at the beginning of this year, I got Dirty's phone number but never really put it to good use and didn't text or call, but things go different in my Mary Sue fantasy!

Okay, I text the phone number that is supposed to be Dirty and it's actually Pete (who would probably whore his own # out like that anyway, it's to be expected!) and so we text for a long time and he decides that hey, I should totally come on tour with them. So I go and Pete claims me as his own personal pillow and I am content to snuggle a lot with him.

And all this somehow ends up with Brendon Urie turning straight and falling head over heels in love with me.

...

So MCR is in Chicago, and they're here for a couple of days, enough to have a day off and a desperate need to get out, stretch their legs, and do something different for a while. They end up deciding to go to the museum where I work, because it's awesome, and it's not something they do a lot of, and they figure on a Thursday in the middle of a school day they're not going to run into a lot of high schoolers who recognize them.

And there's shenanigans in the room with the dinosaur skeletons, and Mikey gets lost in the plants exhibit, and sooner or later they're all separated. Meanwhile, I've had to run upstairs for something, so I'm in the Slowest Elevator Ever, when the door dings on the second floor and Gerard Way gets in, looking kind of lost and flustered.

I pretend not to notice, and try to play it cool, because I'm terrified of coming off all annoying-fangirl on his day off, so it takes me a while to realize that the Slowest Elevator Ever is taking even longer to reach the third floor than usual. Then there's a really awful grinding noise, and we stop entirely. Cue panic, lots and lots of swearing, and at some point an awkwardly-timed revelation that I totally know the words to all his music.

After a lot of bitching through the intercom, and it becoming clear that the elevator repair guys will take well over an hour just to get out there, let alone fix the problem, there's nothing else for it but to sit down on the floor of the elevator and talk. I tell him all about my job, and he's actually interested. And I ask him about himself, and at first it's a little awkward, like I just want to know because he's Gerard Way, but I'm all suave and cool and, "I want to know because you're the human being I'm sharing ten cubic meters with for the next several hours." And we talk about what life on the road is really like, and Frank and Bob and Ray and Matt, and trade stories about our respective little siblings. And when they finally get us out of the elevator, like, seven hours later, the museum's been closed since five and we're exhausted and starving, so he/the rest of the band offer to buy me dinner down town.

Then we exchange cell phone info and e-mail addresses, and we start texting and corresponding. The band calls me 'elevator girl' in interviews. We totally hook up and hang out whenever we're in the same city together. They introduce me to all of their band-friends, and...the fantasy sort of peters out there. But I think there's sex involved later on.

(FOB alternative: It's Patrick, and I make him recommend me a ton of music, and it turns out his grandmother goes to the same Glenview senior center as mine. Or, it's Pete, and we make out for half the seven hours.)

There's the other fantasy involving time travel, but we won't get into that.

Okay.

In this alternate universe I'm me, the same age and everything, but I'm a skinny, stringy haired punk rock roadie who works the Warped Tour, with one of the older school punk acts. I have tons of punk cred and live in L.A. Massively badass but fun to be around. MCR and FOB would think I was cool, and I'd be a buddy, might even eventually get hired by Pete Wentz to do lighting or something. I love the guys like brothers and cook for them, give them advice.

And they always try to get me to talk about...whatever it is I won't talk about involving Kurt Cobain. I never do.

[MY MASSIVE EGO, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.]

[facepalm] I can't believe I'm actually going to write this down, lol.

Okay, so it goes like this. I'm at a concert (CS, TAI, The Cab, it doesn't really make a difference) and through some absurd miracle of science and soundwaves, somebody in the band hears me singing along and is impressed with my voice. So after the show, when I'm hanging around outside the club/venue, said band member (lets say it's Mike Carden) approaches me and we talk about music for a while, until it's time for them to get on the bus to leave. Mike tells me that they're just going to the hotel for the night, and would I like to hang out and party with them? So of course I get my ass on that bus as fast as humanly possible (while still maintaining that "chill, laid back, not-at-all-starstruck" vibe) and we drink/party/talk/do stupid shit all night.

The next morning, we exchange email addresses and phone numbers and I hug everybody goodbye and go on my merry way. Cue to a undetermined amount of time later, I've been texting and email with the guys pretty regularly when Mike tells me that he told Pete about my amazing voice and pointed him towards my Myspace page (which is all of the sudden filled with posts about my amazing songs and demos). So, I'm freaking out and Pete fucking Wentz leaves me comments about my interesting and unique lyrics/style (HAHAHAHAHA) and how he'd like to meet me in person!

Fast forward once again, I've been signed to Decaydance (Pete's been dying to break into the girl!pop rock genre, lmfao), and I'm opening for Panic on their Yellowbrick Road Tour. Brendon and I watch copious amounts of Disney movies, I make cupcakes for Ryan (because that boy seriously needs a fucking cupcake), and Spencer and Jon are charmed by my wit and style and invite me for a longterm threesome! And then my life is complete, because what else could I possibly want. =D

I've got this ongoing daydream where I'm fronting a hot new band that gets signed to Decaydance. Patrick Stump produces my album. We bond over music geekery. My band tours with Panic!, TAI, Cobra Starship, et al. I become sort of a slut. I get it on with all the hot boys and girls--William, Spencersmith, VickyT. I get photographed making out with Maja in the club and the media freaks out, and I'm all, "What, you didn't know I was queer?" Through it all, Patrick and I remain close platonic friends, until one night he confesses that he's worried about my promiscuous behavior. I jokingly ask him if he's jealous, and he starts blushing and stuttering. I'm like, "You idiot, I've had a massive crush on you before I knew you," and we start making out. Eventually we get married and have babies.

Basically, in some weird twist of fate, my best guy friend and I happen to buy the apartment/house next to none other than Joe Trohman! When we move in, I bring cookies to all the neighbors and Joe is home (surprisingly?). I introduce myself and give him the cookies and we have a nice conversation. Fast forward to several days later and he is sitting in my kitchen while I am baking something delightfully good because I so own at baking. He gets a text and it just so happens to be Pete! When my room mate gets home, all of Fall Out Boy is sitting at our kitchen bar, eating star-shaped cookies with home made green icing. Then it becomes a routine, whenever the boys are home they come over and have whatever I am baking at the particular moment. Soon nearly all of the Fueled by Ramen bands are involved and whenever they are in Chicago they come over because "everyone loves Ellie's food." There are dinner parties! We walk our dogs together! Then my room mate and I decide that "Hey! We should be having babies!" and the fantasy devolves into a pregnancy and Fall Out Boy and Co. call to check on the baby and just happen to be in town the day I go into labor and I end up naming the baby after Gabe Saporta, boy or girl. And we all have baked goods and my little family gets into concerts all the time and everyone lives happily ever after, the end.



... Ahahaha.

i was going to do this anonymously but um, no-one's in the interpol fandom besides us, so.

anyway, i meet bobby! who is interpol's drum tech, when they come down our way. we meet! we hug! and then we have deep conversation about music and drums and how the members of interpol are totally gay, especially for each other. and then we sorta kinda have sex, even though i am married and i don't do that sort of thing. and then! he invites me to follow interpol and him around the world, which i accept, and after that he drum techs for, i don't know, whatever other band he's going to drum tech for, and i follow him there too!

...i have no mary-sue fantasies about actual members of interpol. because at least half of them are disease ridden, the other one-fourth is married and the last one looks so perfect i don't even want to touch him lest i sully his suit.

but also, at one point, i convince carlos that he is in fact, gay as a fruit loop, and set him up with a nice boy that i just happen to know is perfect for him. yes.

I really, really want to party/get drunk/get high with Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., and Gym Class Heroes. They all seem like so much fun! I don't know, maybe we'd all meet at a bar or a club, and I won't embarrass myself by screaming, "OMG, GABE MOTHERFUCKING SAPORTA!". And they'll all think I was awesome and a perfect person to party with. Oh, they could all come to London, and I could show them the best places to go out! Perfect!

No sexing has to happen, but if we just so happen to be drunk/high and one thing leads to another, and oh, there's sex! Well, I'm not going to complain, kay? Hell, I wouldn't mind if they forgot about me and decided to have an alcohol/drugs fueled orgy. Again, I wouldn't mind if I was included in said orgy, but I'd be happy just to watch.

Oh, God. My fantasies are a scary, ridiculous place that normally involve me dating either Brendon or Ryan and them leaving me for each other. Seriously. In my fantasies I totally date gay men and get dumped.

No, wait. That sounds a lot like real life...

One morning, I daydreamed a telephone conversation between Brendon and I, and it wouldn't leave me alone so I actually wrote it out. It's saved on my computer under "Mary-Sue Lunacy" but I just opened it and refuse to post it because it's painfully terrible. To summarize, though, I'm in a band touring the world (I don't even play an instrument, lol) and Brendon and I are dating but somehow both end up falling in love with our bandmates and nearly (actually?) cheat on each other. And the phone conversation is pretty much us tearfully giving up what we had and deciding to be just friends. *headdesks*

I have no idea what's wrong with me. Don't ask /o\

Mine basically involves a good amount of drugs. My sisters friend Steve, who we call our brother, does lighting and sound at venues and clubs and what not all around the greater tri-state area. Because of this, he's met and partied with bands before. If i remember correctly he's actually partied with hellogoodbye and some other band that I listen to. So in my fantasy he does sound for Panic! and he talks to them afterwards and probably gets high with them, too. He ends up exchanging number with both Jon and Brendon.

When I'm home on break I go to hang out with my sister at Steve's house one night, and we're all just chillin, drinking beer and smoking, and Jon calls and they're totally in the area, all four of them! Steve's keep saying some friend's of his are coming by, this guy Jon who was in a band he worked for, once. They come and I'm all, "Oh shit! I know who you are, what the fuck!" And I probably embarrass myself a little, but it's ok because Ryan just pulls out some more weed and then Brendon and I share a bowl and bond over Hanson and Disney and we fall in love OR we're just ridiculous BFFs because maybe I end up meeting Joe Troh and I marry him.

um.

Hmm.
I have no idea, it always happens in the most random ways in my head, but Wentz somehow winds up in my house watching crappy Lifetime movies with me and during one of the crappy, cheesy, romantic kisses, he kisses me. :|
We wind up making out, and he takes me to my bedroom and undresses me and ties me up. He gets a razorblade from somewhere (O_O) and cuts my collarbone... and hip... and licks the blood.
Um.
I'm just going to stop there.
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