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I changed my journal header and colour today, and it's so blue. I keep looking at it and feeling cold.

The stair lift dude was here earlier and the thing is bust. The track hasn't come down at the bottom automatically for ages now. When he checked it out he said it was beyond repair, so we're getting a new stair lift installed. Hopefully they won't notice the cats like using the back of the seat as a scratching post.

Tell me flist. If you could have a story custom written for you, what would it contain? Not that I'm offering or anything, I'm just curious what people's ideal stories would be. Any fandom goes.

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've actually read people seriously say that Frank is fat, and a feeder. Because he feeds all his band so they put on weight too. Apart from Mikey, who of course doesn't eat at all. - dude, I would totally read that if someone wrote that story. Read it and possibly love it a lot, depending on it's traumatic writing value...

So this would be Frank making rich cakes and creamy sauces and feeding them to his bandmates, an apron tied around his waist, flour on his cheek as he holds out a spoon with some sauce on it to Bob. Who then complains that his pants aren't fitting right and Frank needs to cut it out with all this food already, but still opens his mouth, eyes closing a little as he swallows.

Which makes Frank beam and plot and plan this lavish dinner date where they all sit around and just eat. Except Mikey who picks at his food and won't touch anything that's not salad.

Which makes Frank sad, and Gerard mad, and there would be issues!

*takes a moment to appreciate that first para*

well, not *just* eat - there can be flirting and lingering glances, right on through to the making out and the hot sex ... but, well, *YES*

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