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Sometimes I'm the biggest idiot ever.

Last night I was wondering what to do with the two avocados I have. So, I went off to google recipes, except I had a major brain blip, and then spent ages googling advarcardos. I don't even know, okay? I knew it was wrong but it didn't click why until much later. Okay, so it was this morning it clicked. Really I should pretend this moment of immense stupidity never happened, but the evidence is there in all its cached google search glory.

The Fuck City Twitters delight me on a daily basis. Andy, keep twittering away, I love reading what you say.

Corey's off doing a scout scavenger hunt today. Many many scouts will be roaming the area in teams of six. They were sent off this morning with packed lunches, phones, a day long bus ticket and cameras and let loose upon the world. Goodness knows what they'll get up to. His group of scouts have won for the last four years, so they have a lot to live up to. So, fingers crossed.

James is at work too, so I'm catching up on my tv watching. I've seen NCIS this morning and think I'll hit Criminal Minds next.

ETA: Why are titles so hard? WHY!?

Sound Tracking

Title: Sound Tracking
Rating: hard PG13
Word count: 45k
Summary: The beat is muted, almost non-existent, and the loss hits Bob hard. He's used to living his life in a constant thrum of sound, sensing those around him, the rhythm of the universe a constant companion, but here there's almost nothing. He can feel the sound that's been pulling him for weeks now, but little else. This place is dead, almost silent, and Bob aches with the feeling of being cast into nothingness.

A MCR - Bob and Gerard centric space AU where Gerard's band has been taken from him and Bob helps find them. Also features FOB, especially Pete.

Warnings: Implied n/c, implied torture, death of supporting characters in the past and also during the story.

Notes: I want to thank everyone who listened, encouraged and read snippets of this story when I pushed them their way. Special thanks go to ephemera and especially nopseud and arsenicjade. They listened, read, fixed my mistakes, read again and willingly gave me their time. I can never thank them enough for that.

I've changed things since they've seen, so any mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Turlough. This is for you.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five.