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TAI PIMP!POST
Hellloooooo there, fellow bandslash lovers. I do believe it is time for Part Two of the Pimp!Spam of INSANITY. (Truly sorry for the delay, but dudes. This one was a MONSTER.)

For anyone who missed it, Part 1 is here. Once again, this is all for orangesky33 and sensations.

Without further ado....I present:



Remember Pete? Of course you do. Tiny, be-eyelinered, ego the size of a house? Yeah, that dude.



Oh, sorry Pete. Didn’t, er, didn’t know you were there. Okay, let me try again. Remember Pete? Hot, funny, owner of The Gay Touch?



WAIT I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT THE GAY TOUCH EITHER? Wow. This is going to make my life really difficult.

Alright so, let’s go back in time a bit. Pete’s got himself a nifty band that’s growing in popularity, girls are screaming his name, he’s met the love of his love. Things are super shiny, is what I’m saying. But! This is Pete WENTZ. Aspirations of ruling the world, know what I mean? What’s a boy to do?

Take on a protégé, obviously.

Enter William Beckett, stage left.



Beckett is pretty guys, I’m not going to lie. I’m extraordinarily jealous of the boy’s looks.

Pete, too, is entranced by William Beckett. The shiny hair!


(Sidenote: AHAHAHA. Beckett as a model AU needs to happen now. Hell, that’s not even AU, really)

The willingness to expose himself!



The legs that NEVER END!


Pete’s in luck, because William’s got himself a band. (Chicago based, naturally) Rather than hire him to be his own personal sex slave, Pete calls up Fueled By Ramen (The Label) and asks them to check out The Academy.



Yes, I said The Academy. Back in The Dark Ages (oh come on, they totally were. We didn’t know about Treckett or RYAN ROSS or WentzCock) the band was called The Academy, and consisted of Beckett, Mike Carden, Adam Siska, and two other dudes. OUTRAGEOUS.

(I….really don’t care about the two other dudes. If this is a problem….I still don’t care.)

Luckily, the band went through a name and line-up change and became The Academy Is..., and they also got signed to Fueled By Ramen. Yays all around!


Well, maybe not all around. This is a decision Pete will come to regret later on when he has NO REAL CONTROL over Beckett whatsoever and certain other extremely tall boys steal him away. (Okay, this part might be fanon a little bit, but I’d be willing to bet on it.)

Anyways. The Academy Is...!


Mike Carden, Adam Siska, William Beckett, Andy “The Butcher” Mrotek, and Tom Conrad. OH BOY TOM CONRAD YAY!

Tom Conrad’s former band, 504 Plan, also featured Jon Walker (and Nicholas Scimeca, who I know next to nothing about, but William Beckett REALLY loves him). Note the flip-flopped feet in the above picture. CRAZY CHICAGO BOYS.

504 Plan - Minutia

(This is normally where I’d insert a picture of Tom and JWalk, but the damn boys are both photographers and thus apparently DO NOT take pictures together. Anyone who has this elusive pairing in photo form is more than welcome to share with me. More. Than. Welcome.)


Anyways. Tom Conrad signs on, Jon Walker becomes the guitar tech for the band and cameraman for TAI TV, and life goes on.

William Beckett


He’s...uh. He’s a pretty dude. Very. Uh. Bananahammock. What? Words? To read….makes our speaking English good. OH FINE I LOVE HIPS.


I would steal his hair in a heartbeat. For MYSELF, not for some crazy shrine devoted to Beckett, or anything. Erm.


Bill Beckett’s sort of a walking contradiction, for me.


I mean, he’s all kinds of gorgeous, don’t get me wrong.


Especially when...doing that thing with the microphone cord. And his hips. Whatever one wants to call that.





And I’m pretty sure he takes his music Very. Seriously.





(BONUS PATRICK SIGHTING ZOMG)




Yeah, so, Beckett’s Committed To The Craft. Great, I respect that. The thing is, he’s also a GIGANTIC FREAKING DORK.


Don’t give me that look, babe. It’s just the truth.


Ya, RLY.


That’s...a bit of an overreaction. We enjoy your dorktasticness, don’t worry.


*snorkle*






Yes, Beckett, we all try to imitate WentzFace when offered pizza. It’s perfectly natural.


(Please refer to TAI TV: 20 Questions for context. In a radio interview later on, Bill also mentions how he hates Sonic restaurants due to a bad experience, which I find HILARIOUS if it’s still because of that 20 Questions thing. Oh, hon.)


This is not the face of a boy. I am so sure.


The shorts are what make it art.






I keep taking this one in a SERIOUSLY dirty way. Like, you don’t even want to know. It involves Spencer Smith, Pete Wentz, and many, many phallic shaped objects. And maybe Beckett is uttering the phrase “Guys, I don’t think anything else can fit there.”

...and maybe I should not have shared that.


Mmmkay.






I like to imagine Beckett’s thinking “How YOU doin’?” You know what, don’t judge. Pizza can look really great after a long day’s work as a sex slave. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Haters.




HAH. HAHAHA. I don’t even. I fully took a twenty minute break after looking at these pictures, and they still makes tears come out of my eyes.

Please note the fact that Bill’s wearing a Bartskull (that is, Pete Wentz’s tattoo turned logo for Clandestine Industries) necklace in these pictures. Remember, William Beckett = first attempt at a protégé.

Anyways.


Luckily for Beckett, he can blame all his idiotic faces and decisions on the alcohol.


Which, you know, he partakes in a lot.

But never fear, Bill. Even if you weren’t a big drinker, we’d forgive you all the weirdness. Because (say it with me now) you’re damn pretty.






Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say this picture was of a girl. THAT’S HOW PRETTY HE IS.




STEALTH!PATRICK AGAIN. Lord, I don’t even. Patrick infinitely increases my enjoyment of any picture. Not that Beckett’s not a great sight all on his lonesome, but. You know.


Awwww, Baby!Beckett with a baby bottle! It’s...making me speak like a moron! Oh joy!


I...I think my aunt took this exact same picture. Exact same glasses. Exact same hair. Exact same pose. Oh. Oh dear. Can no one ever mention that to me again?




This is a good time to mention The Bandana. Not that I have any actual explanation for it, but, you know. It’s William Beckett. That’s kind of the only explanation you need? Anyways, he used to tie a bandana around his knee, but sadly, that seems to have fallen by the wayside lately. Correlation between the bandana and Tom Conrad’s departure? PERHAPS.

(Er, spoiler alert?)


He is RIDICULOUSLY pretty in this picture.


Those cheekbones could cut...something noncuttable! I don’t know man, don’t ask me to be witty when he’s making that kind of face.




Yeah, okay. William Beckett is a boy, and I’m a walrus, and the Earth is flat.


Sup, Baby!Beckett. How are your hips? Yeah, I’m…roughly around your age in this picture, mind if I molest you? Fantastic.











Urp. Em. Well. Let’s, let’s move on, shall we? Okay. Good times.

Mike Carden

This is actually probably not a good place to go, for the calming down thing. I sort of have a major, major crush on Mike Carden. Like, I really want to go with him to Paris and drink a ton of champagne and take a ride on a boat and maybe have a secret affair with him every year for the rest of my life. That’s...how he makes me feel.

Yeah.


Mike Carden, ladies and gentlemen. Okay fine, probably just ladies. He’s a smoker, and uh, usually that’s a huge turn off. But...


It. Just. I will smoke SO MANY cigarettes with Mike Carden.


And take SO MANY baths. God.

Okay, okay. Let’s move ourselves out of the gutter.


This is Mike Carden! He’s pretty! I don’t have dirty thoughts about that bit of hip skin he’s showing me AT ALL.


He plays guitar for The Academy Is…, and apparently he used to be William Beckett’s rival. I find that more hilarious than I should. Like, did they have fights over who had prettier hair? What?


Luckily for us, they decided to team up and take over the world. Oh, wait, that’s Pete’s gig. Er, they decided to form a kickass band and share hair secrets.


Apparently, he, Tom Conrad, and Jon Walker are all part of some anti-footwear movement.




I TOO RENOUNCE FOOTWEAR. I follow you to the ends of the earth, Mike! (Especially if it leads to hotel beds.)


I plead the fifth.








He’s such a BOY. It’s so novel in this fandom, I don’t know what to do with myself.




Hee! Yeah, see, I can’t fall in love with a boy unless they’ve got a side of dork to them. It’s in my contract.


POSING WITH A DOG? Guys, seriously, he’s hitting every single one of my heart-throbby places. It’s ridiculous.






Guh.


You know what, y’all might need to leave me alone for a bit.


So I can stare at his mouth for an hour and not feel absurd about it.


Cause, you know, that’s kind of what’s going to happen.


PARIS. I’M COMING TO MEET YOU. JUST STAY RIGHT THERE.


So you know what, vampires are sort of my biggest kink. Could you…could you be a dear and get dressed up as a vampire for me, Mike? Thanks!




EYE CRINKLY SMILE. My heart is kind of already melted down, so this is starting in on my soul.








Please, by all means, take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous he is.




He finds our fangirling shallow and silly. I know, dude, I know. I can’t help it.








*pets*

Bye, lover! We’ll always have Paris.

(Oy. That was one of the most AWFUL jokes I’ve ever made. I am properly ashamed. Everyone here is stupider for having heard that. Save me, Siska!)

Adam Siska


This is Siska. And his hair.


Well, his old hair, anyways.


He got it cut, and the Baby Jesus wept. As did Flagwaver Jesus. (MORE ON HIM LATER.)


It was supposed to look like this? Apparently.


Unfortunately, it usually looks like this. Ah well. It’s a good thing you’re a sweetheart. (The pretty face helps too, sure.)


Cause, dudes! He’s pretty. And hilarious, and a completely nice guy. Let’s talk about Sisky Business more often, mmkay?


Siska plays bass. Sometimes, he will call himself a Bass Whiz. Sometimes, this is preceded by “Sisky Bizz”. Just roll with it.


This is what happens when you hang out with Ryan Ross for too long. (And they DID, guys, I have PICTURES TO PROVE IT. Erm, not until part 3 though, sorry. I am trying to follow some sort of logical order.)

(Yeah, I said TRYING.)


...and, this is what happens when you hang out with Brendon "The Spaz" Urie for too long.






I kind of want to crawl into his lap, here. Oh shut UP.


Siska’s eyes are CRAZY gorgeous.


Seriously, dude, step away from the Ryan Ross. YOU DO NOT NEED EMO TEARS.


Mmm. Yep. I...remember when I though this section would calm me down? HAH.


I think he’s eating...a likeness of himself? I DO NOT KNOW.


O RLY? That big, huh?






Bwah, he totally has Ray Toro written on his fingers. If you ever needed another reason to love Adam Siska....

(If you don't know who Ray Toro is, never fear! Part Five, baby.)


Basically, what I learned from this picspam is that I’d totally do Adam Siska. Great. One more to add to my “To Bone” list.

Andy Mrotek

You: Who?
Me: The Butcher.
You: OH!


HAHAHA. I’m sorry, Butch, I shouldn’t have started with such an awful picture. But. Hee.

I’m gonna be honest with you here, I’m pretty sure The Butcher’s crazy.


Like, you know, legitimately.


He drums a great drum, though.


He’s uh, he’s not a fan of clothes, apparently. (Note to Spencer Smith: follow Andy and Butcher’s example and STOP WEARING SHIRTS.)


Yeah, alright, I kind of love The Butcher too.


I mean. He’s got some nice hips, for one thing.


And he’s insanely amusing.






And did I mention the tattoos? I…..might have a thing for tattoos.




Tattoos, nice hips, AND a drummer to boot? Yeah. I’m not going to apologize for this. I’d so do The Butcher too.


Although in this picture I sort of want to cuddle him and share a cup of cocoa.




Maybe I’m just masochistic, but I kind of really enjoy getting flipped off by band boys.






PARIS? I gotta say, Butcher, I love you, but if you intrude on my Mike Carden fantasy? I will cut you.


Yeah, you twirl those sticks. Leave Paris alone.

*runs away*

TIME FOR TOMRAD??

Tom Conrad

Okay, so Tom Conrad is no longer with the band, but I love him a whole lot. So we’ll do a tiny Tom spam.


I think I’d marry him, guys. Honestly. That’s the kind of crush I have on Tom Conrad. (The affairs with Mike Carden are still going on, no worries. Carden makes me feel dirty, Conrad makes me feel like squeeing and kissing bunnies. Don’t ask me to explain my brain.)


I feel like, I don’t know, there’s a connection to be made between Tom Conrad and Ryan Ross based on this hat, but it’s just out of reach.

(Add in the new guy and HIS hat, and Patrick Stump, and my head sort of explodes from all the theories and conjectures.)


Tom used to play guitar for TAI, but for reasons unknown to me, he doesn’t anymore. It kind of makes me cry on the inside, a little bit. But one of the great things about band fandom is the fact that he still EXISTS. It’s not like a character just got killed off my favorite TV show. Tom’s still out there, hanging out with Jon Walker and taking amazing photographs (here’s his website), and who knows, one of these days he could pop up in a new band and take my breath away again.


Tom says he just kind of misses getting to hang out with Beckett.


You know, getting drunk, doing manly things. (HAHAHA. I did not just use “manly” in reference to Beckett. *dies*)


And. Erm. Maybe making out on stage, a little.








Bless your heart, Tom.



♥

Michael Guy Chislett

Now, to be honest, I don’t know a whole lot about the new dude. But as much as I love Tom Conrad, I’m not going to bitchy about him being replaced and blame Michael for it. I’m an easy going girl. (And hey, Jon Walker was a new dude at one point, you know?)


It helps that Michael is pretty.


And his hair is INSANE. This is a plus for me? I don’t know, dudes, don’t ask me for logic.


Plus, Butch Walker loves him. And who am I to question Butch Walker?






And he’s Australian, which probably means he’s got connections to koalas! WE COULD HAVE TAI KOALA PICS DUDES!


The accent is also pretty awesome.

Yeah. Thumbs up for Michael Guy Chislett, in my book.

The Academy Is...

(Featuring both Tomrad AND The Chizz, because I'm an equal opportunity ogler.)


Siska’s body sort of fascinates me. I...cannot believe I’m staring at Sisky when both my Paris Lover and Dream Husband are in the picture. *facepalm*








Huh. Things actually CAN be prettier in black and white. It’s a miracle!


You know what’s hilarious? People who think TAI isn’t nearly as gay as say, Fall Out Boy or Panic!


Uh.


Yeah.


SURE.












Aw, guys, I would only say that about ONE of you. Give the sign to Panic!


Well. If Tom’s going to campaign for girldom like that, who am I to say no?






Judging by the thing Tom’s holding, and the fact that they’re all unzipping their hoodies, my only conclusion is that they’re about to play Naked Twister.


Sisky finds Naked Twister totally rad, dude! Rock out with your cock out!


I really adore Siska’s smile. It’s lovely.


The Butcher’s smile, on the other hand, is vaguely threatening. Like how dogs bare their teeth before they bite you? Yeah. Just like that.




Chicago! Where everybody knows your name. And they’re always glad you came. (I promise I didn’t mean that in a dirty way. Well, maybe a little.)


Cupcakes! Oh man, I kind of get the feeling that if I made TAI cupcakes, The Butcher would be more than happy to eat himself.


Take more pictures with Mike Carden, Chislett, and I’ll love you in no time.




I should note that Beckett wears this shirt because it totally shows his nipple. He likes letting them breathe.


Tom’s totally got the “Someone just stuck a spoon up my ass!” look. I mean. Wait, what?


The Safe Sex Posse. Apparently.








Oh. Well. Since I’m down here...




*smoosh*


Flip flops. *cough* I understand Jon Walker SO MUCH MORE after doing this picspam.




I don’t show nearly enough love to you boys. But rest assured, you’ve got a big piece of my heart.


Oh! Pete! You’ve returned. Yay?

Right. Pete’s reminding me that I forgot to mention his involvement with Beckett over the past few years.

Well, they’ve done some video cameos…






And Joe Trohman was more than happy to share some booze.

But alas!


Despite Pete’s valiant efforts, love, indeed, could not save them.


And Beckett fell under the Cobra spell. (MORE ON THIS IN PART FOUR!)



In all seriousness, I hope you guys enjoyed this. It took for freaking ever and might ACTUALLY be longer than my FOB spam.

(What this means for the next few parts, I shudder to think).



Albums
Almost Here
From The Carpet EP
Santi

Bonus Tracks
The Author
Ghost
Everything We Had (One Take Acoustic)
Toasted Skin
40 Steps



Tune in tomorrow for Pete's ultimate discovery in the form of four tiny emo boys from Las Vegas. (And the ARRIVAL OF JON WALKER!)



(Bonus: I uploaded the DVD of My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue for citibyrd and I thought I'd share it with the rest of y'all.)

If the links expire, don't hesitate to ask for a reupload! I'm more than happy to do it :D