*the Molkettes'club*

I love this last picture. This is what I like about this era too, that he was at the borderline between innocent and sluty.

funny Valentine wrote: that he was at the borderline between innocent and sluty.

a perfect description....

but i don't have time to post pictures to match my description.
i have to study.......

liquid_blue wrote:

funny Valentine wrote: that he was at the borderline between innocent and sluty.

a perfect description....

I second that. Though clean Brian is my fav

Admin wrote:Well, we haven't posted anything here for ages, so look what I found:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bmz-xX1kvC4&NR=1

What do you think??

Hahahahahhaaa. Hilarious.


Oh, yeah, and I loathe that pic where Brian's doing something with his nipple. Eeww.

MarG wrote: Though, he doesn't remind me anything bad here, just a poor little boy, who need protection

Who? Brian? Lol.
He just seems to like being wanted to cuddle.

I said I would post pictures to match my description, but I don’t really have pics from that era. lol. and I’m in a bad mood so this doesn’t help my search either.



^yeah, there's also steve, but i love brian here.

i want a t-shirt like that one from the second pic!

I guess it's my turn to post something in this section.

Here are some pics that I find really divine:




Just for the record, I find sweat rather disguisting, but not on Brian. I have somekind of fetish when it comes to his sweaty neck...

And this one:

*shivers*

omg! my heart skipped a beating when i saw the first pic! it's soooo beautiful!!!

just found this.. it's written by a girl that i don't know and i don't know her name / myspace either but it's a really funny story & it amused me to read it enjoy



"Brian’s breakdown.

"Brian? Brian?� Stef knocked on the door of the hotel room. "Can I come in?"
He heard a tired, faint voice answer in the distance: "Yes… but close the door."
"Brian why are you… Oh dear what have you done now?"
As Stef went in he noticed the chaos that filled Brian’s hotel room was even worse than it usually was: scattered on the lush wall to wall carpet were Barbie dolls with their heads cut off, all the miniature bottles that used to make up the mini bar, now empty, an impressive collection of grapefruits that room service had apparently sent up, smeared with lipstick and something that resembled whipped cream to make them look like they had sad faces and white fluffy hair as they were carefully placed on top of a pile of pink feather boas, surrounded by an assortment of ladies' lingerie and various make-up products, carelessly tossed aside so that their contents had spilled all over the carpet. In one corner of the room something that looked like a motorized stuffed pig was walking around in circles, periodically interrupting its drunken stagger by cheerfully wagging its plush tail and looking up at the wall it was walking into, going "oink! oink-oink!"
Stefan eventually found his band mate slumped in the shower in the bathroom, wearing only the purple top hat the people from 'Velvet Goldmine' had let him keep as a souvenir, platform boots and nothing else. He looked up at Stefan helplessly: "Ooooh man, Steffie, darling, I’m in so deep, I think… I’m having a midlife crisis or something!"
Stefan knelt down beside him and in a tender voice said: "That’s crazy Brian. You’re only thirty-four. We can still prove ourselves! Come on out of that shower, get dressed and come shopping with me and Steve."
But Brian didn’t budge. "I… I can’t…" he whimpered. "It’s all my fault! I killed him!"
"Who?" Stefan asked with the patience of an angel.
"Nancy boy of course!!!" Brian cried out in utter desperation, and started to sob miserably.
"Oh…" Stef could think of nothing better than to wrap himself around his crying friend, gently caressing his back that was shaking with every sob.
"We could… bring him back…" Stef eventually whispered hesitantly, which made Brian cry out: "No! We can’t! He’s DEAD!!" and then he started to weep even more.
Realizing that there was no way of trying to reason with his friend at this moment, Stef just picked Brian up and put him on his shoulders, carrying him into the bedroom. This was something that Brian always liked, and he stopped crying the moment Stefan picked him up. But as they approached the wardrobe Brian noticed something from his new angle of vision and shrieked: "Hey! Stef! I’d forgotten all about this!" On top of the wardrobe was a little stuffed bear a fan had given him.
"It’s Pooh-bear!!" Brian cried out happily and before Stef could stop him he had jumped from his shoulders to the top of the wardrobe and was sitting there, cradling the bear.
Stef sighed. He needed assistance for this. He opened the door. "Hey Steve! We have kind of an emergency here, could you come over?"
Steve came running out of his room, muttering "Can’t a man enjoy some hard core porn every once in a while?"
"Sure you can," Stef said, "if I’m there with you. But I need your help now, Brian’s acting up again."
They entered the room. Brian was still on top of the closet with his velvet hat, playing with his Pooh-bear, his little pixie legs dangling over the side.
"Oh boy. This is going to be tough." Steve whistled softly between his teeth. "Heeeeeere Brian sweety… Don’t you want to come play with us?"
Together they managed to get Brian down from the wardrobe but he just kept sitting there all tensed up in the same position, clenching his bear. After nearly an hour of struggling they had finally put him into a pretty glittery black dress (the only thing he wanted to wear "because he would have wanted me to" ), but even then he wouldn’t let go of the bear.
"There’s only one thing left to do Stef, we don’t have time for this."
Stef was visibly alarmed by these words but seemed to comply: "Do you have it with you?"
"It’s in my room."
Steve stepped out and then came back with a gigantic electric guitar. On the neck the number 4000 was written in a large yellow warning font, but Brian had never noticed this before when he was this far gone.
"We can’t keep doing this to him, it can’t be good for him," Stef mumbled, but Steve already held out the guitar to Brian going: "Brian? Will you take a look at what I got?"
Brian looked up. "Waaaaa!!" he cheered when he saw the guitar. He reached for the neck and… got severely electrocuted. He fell backwards onto the bed and kept lying there motionless for a few seconds. Stef quickly took the teddy bear and hid it behind his back, whispering "Thanks man. He needed that."
Brian shook himself and got up from the bed, completely calm and composed. He smiled when he noticed his mates. "Come on let’s go guys! We have a concert to go to!" and he went out the door, balancing himself impeccably on the giant platform heels he was still wearing.
"If only the fans knew how much work it is to take care of him sometimes…" Stef whispered to Steve, as they followed behind him."

Ahhhhh. I'm so glad i read it. That was SO sweet.
I giggled the most at this part:

Brian was still on top of the closet with his velvet hat, playing with his Pooh-bear, his little pixie legs dangling over the side.
"Oh boy. This is going to be tough."

And I loved the dress part.

*squeals again* Awesome. :D