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turpsIf I ever decide to join a challenge with the deadline less than a week away again, you all have my full permission to call me an idiot and cyber slap me. My poor beta readers went above and beyond last night.
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popsoundboard yes? It looks like a lot of fun, so go, join, take part.
I have to admit, normally my attention is on Brendon and Ryan, but I love
It's Pete's birthday today. To celebrate I think you should all go write Mikey/Pete fic, and if you can't do that, come and tell me happy things about them. Tell me stories where it doesn't end and there are black picket fences and animals dressed in ridiculous outfits and lying on the grass watching the stars.
Big Brother starts tonight :)
You all know about
popsoundboard yes? It looks like a lot of fun, so go, join, take part.I have to admit, normally my attention is on Brendon and Ryan, but I love
It's Pete's birthday today. To celebrate I think you should all go write Mikey/Pete fic, and if you can't do that, come and tell me happy things about them. Tell me stories where it doesn't end and there are black picket fences and animals dressed in ridiculous outfits and lying on the grass watching the stars.
Big Brother starts tonight :)
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Date: 2008-06-05 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 01:48 pm (UTC)Before that I had no ideas at all. Maybe I should have kept it like that *g*
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Date: 2008-06-05 01:50 pm (UTC)(Though I understand how draining it is to do it in a rush like that.)
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Date: 2008-06-05 01:50 pm (UTC)[Mikey has seriously hilarious hair. I suppose you can't be a hotass all the time. :) And I think Bob is working the Viking look, more than the Ninja one these days.]
Black picket fences and star-gazing, eh? I like that image. [Much better than Mad Hatter wedding cakes, sad to say.]
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Date: 2008-06-05 02:09 pm (UTC)Yes, sometimes, like 0.0000001% of the time Mikey isn't a hotass *g* Bob the viking is a thing of wonder.
The thing with Mikey/Pete is it always ends. One wonderful summer and it's over. I want them to go on and be happy. Two ridiculous dorks, and in the mornings Pete will get up to make coffee and Mikey will stumble down the stairs and drape himself over Pete, his chin wedged against Pete's shoulder, and Pete would be grinning as he pours out a mug and he'd hold it up so Mikey can take a sip, who of course burns his tongue. Like he has every morning for the last year.
But yeah, star gazing too :)
Are things feeling better today?
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Date: 2008-06-05 02:07 pm (UTC)It's a fact.
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Date: 2008-06-05 02:11 pm (UTC)Smithed, I like it.
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:45 pm (UTC)Dude, go you for completing the challenge so quickly. My hat's off to you.
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Date: 2008-06-05 04:26 pm (UTC)I tell you, writing stuff so quickly isn't something I'll do again in a hurry.
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Date: 2008-06-05 04:30 pm (UTC)Man, I hear you. But I still think it's awesome that you did it. I hope there are dolphins in it!
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Date: 2008-06-05 04:37 pm (UTC)I hope there are dolphins in it!
There is. /o\
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Date: 2008-06-05 04:56 pm (UTC)I promise! (Not that I'm in any way sad that you entered this one though :-)
You all know about
Without me really realising I seem to have passed some kind of turning point - I don't feel exited about a new popslash comm any longer. In this instance it isn't only the comm that's the reason I fail to be enthusiastic about it, but it STILL feels like I've mostly left popslash behind now. It makes me sad :-(
Oh Gerard! No matter how hard you try you'll never be a bad man :-)
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Date: 2008-06-05 05:10 pm (UTC)Good. Thank you. Because wow, sometimes I forgot I'm not the fastest writer in the world.
Moving on from fandoms is sad. At the same time, fandom is a place where you should be happy. If the pop boys aren't holding your attention and giving you that happiness, that's just how it is, and if anyone begrudges you moving on. Well, they suck.
Also, I think it's perfectly possible to move on and keep the love for an old fandom. It's not the same kind of love, but it's love all the same. It's like how I love The Sentinel fandom. Like an old friend filled with wonderful memories.
Plus, I totally understand the appeal of bandom. Totally.
Gerard. How much do I adore him? A lot.
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Date: 2008-06-05 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 05:22 pm (UTC)Okay, rephrasing because it sounds like I'm saying it's good you're quiet *g* It just seems like another way to be in fandom, a quieter way. I mean, some people go their whole fannish life like that.
As long as you still talk Ways with me. No going totally silent ;)
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Date: 2008-06-05 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 05:29 pm (UTC)Now that I believe.
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Date: 2008-06-05 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 05:44 pm (UTC)Gerard, on the other hand, is just Fab-U-Lous!
The idea of Pete and Mikey having a black picket fence amuses me IMMENSELY! It also has alternate bartskulls and unicorns on it and their mailbox says 'sweet little dudes' y/y?
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Date: 2008-06-05 06:13 pm (UTC)Heee! Yes! Fab-U-Lous is a perfect way to describe Gerard!
It also has alternate bartskulls and unicorns on it and their mailbox says 'sweet little dudes' y/y?
Y! So much yes!
Also, they have one of those swinging benches in the garden. Mikey brought it home one day, struggling with this huge-ass box and he immediately opened it and carefully sorted all the parts. He then spent the next 5 hours putting it together, while Pete played with Hemmy before settling on the grass, feeling peaceful as Mikey tightened screws and checked levels and finally said it was done, well into the night. Which when Pete stood and they curled onto the bare wood, Mikey swinging them as Pete rested his head against Mikey's shoulder.
A week later clan garden cushions are available to buy.
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Date: 2008-06-05 07:05 pm (UTC)And the clan garden cushions lead to a whole range of clan homeware including curtains and bedspreads and dishes with unicorns and bartskulls on them. But Mikey's favourite thing is the umbrella stand that's shaped like a whoreboot (they don't actually own any umbrellas but they keep it in the hallway anyway, Pete keeps the walking stick from when he broke his foot in it).
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Date: 2008-06-06 08:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 06:14 pm (UTC)Still, dragons tomorrow!
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Date: 2008-06-05 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-06 07:39 am (UTC)I think my brain is so fried now it's crispy. Still, I love those ridiculous boys too much to care.
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Date: 2008-06-06 09:30 am (UTC)"So," Mikey said.
The My Chem bus was parked on a strip of dried-out grass, and Pete rotated his ankle and stubbed the toe of his sneaker into the dirt before looking back up at Mikey. "So," he said, "I guess this is it."
Mikey wrinkled up his nose and leaned forward to kiss Pete square on the mouth. Pete wanted to fuck him all over again. He made himself unwrap his hands from Mikey's biceps and take a step back.
"Bye, Mikey," Pete said. He stood there for a second and then pushed forward again, slung his arms around Mikey's waist, and kissed him one more time as hard as he could. Then he turned sharply on his heel and started walking.
"See you," Mikey said.
The funny thing was, he did, only a few hours later at the airport. Pete looked up from the bag he was trying to re-zip, and there was Mikey at the other end of the concourse with Bob and Worm. Mikey waved when he caught Pete's eye. Pete lifted a hand slowly and waved back.
Then he had to give up the bag, and when he turned back to look, Mikey was gone. Again.
Pete sat next to Joe on the plane, and that got him through the flight. His mom let him into the house and said, "I'm glad you arrived safely, Peter. I want to hear all about the tour - tomorrow."
"Sure, Mom," he said. She yawned discreetly, and he hugged her and said good night. Then he went upstairs and lay down flat on his bed.
He woke up to his phone buzzing with the Mikey tone and his heart racing. morning was all the text said, and Pete automatically typed morn in a reply before he caught himself and closed down the message. The phone clattered a little when he set it down on the nightstand.
Pete stayed in bed well into the day, until his back started to ache. At that point he got up and took a shower and then went back to his room and lay down again in the unmade sheets. In the evening he ate dinner with his parents, left Patrick a voicemail, and went back to bed.
Mikey sent him two more texts that day: mom bought new stuffed cockateil and cant sleep, u? Pete typed nope miss u and deleted it without sending.
The following morning Mikey wrote motherfuckin heat wave. Pete sat with the phone in his hand for quite a while, and then he called Mikey's number.
"Pete!" Mikey said. His voice sounded just the same. "How are you?"
"Hey," Pete said. "Listen. uh. Look, we talked about this, okay? I told you. I can't - you can't keep texting me. I need some space, dude. I'm just never gonna get over you if I keep hearing from you all the time."
Mikey chuckled softly into the phone. "Yeah, Pete," he said. "I know."
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Date: 2008-06-06 10:01 am (UTC)I can't even begin to say how happy this made me.
They're going to be happy and that makes me happy too!
Also most as much as you do.
Thank you! &hearts
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Date: 2008-06-08 06:44 am (UTC)Re: kick out the blues
Date: 2008-06-06 12:13 pm (UTC)Re: kick out the blues
Date: 2008-06-08 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-06 12:15 pm (UTC)He's so adorable. All I've been doing this week is reading stories about him. It's been delicious, but detrimental to me getting anything else done.
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Date: 2008-06-06 01:01 pm (UTC)But fic reading is getting something done. Sort of.
Actually, if you have a minute can you read the below? It's for a gen meme so doesn't need beta reading, just I want to make sure it doesn't suck.
10 Rules For Looking After Mikeyway.
Frank laughs as he picks up the sheet of paper that’s been left on his bed. Sitting, he looks at the illustrations – Mikey and Frank and a random assortment of bloody-faced vampires, bats, nuclear explosions and for some inexplicable reason, a rabbit with floppy pink ears.
It’s typical Gerard and Frank keeps grinning as he reads, because, come on. He’s moving in with Mikey. That’s all.
1 -- Keep the cupboards stocked with junk food at all times – Mikeyway is a skinny fucker, but don’t let that fool you that he doesn’t eat. He does. A lot.
Empty chip packets litter the floor and when Frank sits he feels something squish against his leg. Carefully, he shifts to one side and pulls off the candy wrapper that’s plastered against his jeans. It leaves behind a mess of melted chocolate and runny caramel and as Frank stomps toward his bedroom his vows this is it. Mikey’s junk supply is cut off, no matter how much he pleads.
2 – Never ever run out of coffee – If the worst happens, distract with shiny things and then run to the nearest Starbucks.
Frank makes the coffee in the mornings; it’s just how it is. Except, when he reaches for the beans, all he finds is an empty bag.
Sensing disaster, he listens to the noises coming from Mikey’s room. The squeak of his bed, the door opening, the toilet flushing. Calculating time, Frank pulls on his shoes and heads for the door.
He doesn’t make it.
Mikey’s hair is a disaster – more of a disaster than usual – and his t-shirt is on backwards and he’s wearing a pair of Frank’s sleep pants so the legs end half way up his calves.
He stumbles toward the kitchen, hand already outstretched to grab a mug, then stops, blinking slowly and looking utterly betrayed. “Frank?”
Frank runs. If he goes flat out he can be back before Mikey even realises he’s gone.
3 – Do not mock his hair choices – Mikeyway takes his hair seriously, and while he may give the impression that he doesn’t care about any mockery, in reality he does.
“Fuck, Mikey. Come on, I need to pee.”
“I’m not stopping you,” Mikey says, and continues to lean in close to the mirror so he can sculpt his bangs into a point.
Frank stares, because Mikey’s been doing this for half an hour and the stupid point looks the same as it did when he started. The same as it always looks, no matter how long Mikey fusses and adds product. It’s infuriating, and Frank’s bladder is about to burst.
“I don’t know why you bother, it won’t look any better.” Frank wants to claw back the words, but they’re already free, filling the small bathroom. Mikey screws the top back on his wax and picks up his brushes and comb.
“I’ll finish in my bedroom,” Mikey says, and he brushes past Frank without another word.
“Good,” Frank mutters. He closes the door and pretends his didn’t see the hurt in Mikey’s eyes.
4 – Always ensure that socks are available – A supply of black socks means you won’t have to see Mikeyway’s gnarly toe nails.
“Don’t do that!” Frank jabs his finger at Mikey’s thigh, because seriously. He doesn’t mind the fact that watching tv turns into one huge snuggle fest, them both crammed on the sofa with Frank squashed in one corner. But the toe nails. Frank shudders when Mikey curls his toes again, dragging his nails over Frank’s jeans.
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Date: 2008-06-06 01:03 pm (UTC)“Mikey, we could have died.” Frank looks in the sink, at the pan which is still smouldering, the bottom burnt black and the handle melted into a curve.
“I forgot,” Mikey says. There are sleep creases across his cheek and his hair sticks up on one side. With his stupid knock-knees and curled-up toes he looks nothing more than a guilty school boy – if one in skin tight jeans and a t-shirt that shows a strip of belly each time he moves.
“You always forget,” Frank says wearily, but can’t help laughing when Mikey just stares back, obviously unrepentant.
They need a new pan anyway.
6 – Unicorns are real – Do not attempt to convince Mikeyway otherwise.
“Look.” Mikey points at the screen of his laptop. “I’ve just bought that pin.”
Frank looks, unsurprised when he sees the unicorn pin. Curious, he asks, “why?”
Mikey looks up, the light from the screen casting shadows across his face. “Why what?”
“Why unicorns? I can see dragons or demons, but unicorns?”
“Unicorns are awesome; they represent purity but could rip you apart with that horn.” Mikey looks away, types, minimises the page and then says, “And Gerard told me a story about Unie the magical unicorn when I was kid. He keeps people safe.”
Which is so perfectly Mikey, unashamed of what he loves that Frank impulsively says, “order me one too.”
7 – Never let it get too cold – Mikeyway gets chilled easily, prepare for this with fleecy blankets and the heat turned up high.
Frank peels off his hoodie and drops it onto the bench. He’s tempted to open a window but Mikey’s already huddled under one of the fleece blankets, the only thing visible his hair and eyes.
It’s ridiculous how cold he gets, and Frank should turn down the heat, but he can only take so long of Mikey shivering pitifully. It’s just easier to leave it on high.
8 – Don’t keep powertools in the apartment – While Mikeyway loves to build, restrict his tools to those operated by hand.
“Mikey,” Frank says slowly. “Where’s my door?”
“Outside.” Mikey says, appearing out of his own room.
Mikey’s hair is covered with sawdust and there’s a blood-stained bandaid wrapped around his finger and Frank’s moving forward before he can even think. “What did you do?”
“Well,” Mikey says, and pulls back his hand. “I was going to put up those hooks, you know, the ones we got for our coats? But when I used the drill it slipped, and I ended up drilling a hole in your door.”
“Okay, but one drill hole doesn’t lead to a missing door.”
Mikey looks directly at Frank. “It does if you try to fix it with filler and use a hammer to smooth the edges and you slip and make a bigger hole. Then when you fix that hole you catch your finger on the rough edge then trip over your own feet and put your elbow through the door.”
Frank reaches up and picks a piece of wood from Mikey’s hair. “You’re a disaster waiting to happen sometimes.” He grabs Mikey’s hand. “I bet you didn’t even use antiseptic.”
Holding on, he tugs Mikey to the bathroom, fixing him up before they end up with a bassist with a missing finger.
again, continued.
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Date: 2008-06-06 01:45 pm (UTC)9 – Do not touch his Sidekick – If you do you’ll lose a hand.
Frank pulls the pillow over his head. He feels terrible and wants a nap but all he can hear is Mikey’s sidekick. Beeping followed by key strokes, sometimes Mikey laughing as he reads each new message.
It’s like every person Mikey has ever known – which are a lot – have decided that today is the day to get in touch. Frank’s on the verge of going insane.
He reaches for his shoe on the floor, flings it at the wall and shouts, “will you shut up for one minute!”
A minute of breathing hard, and Frank takes the pillow off his head, warily looking toward his bedroom door. It’s too quiet now, no beeps or laughter and he’s about to climb out of bed to apolagise when Mikey appears.
He sits on the edge of the bed and holds out a juice box. Frank takes it, and stabs the straw through the hole. He drinks and looks at Mikey. “It’s quiet.”
“I turned my sidekick off.”
Guilt mixes with relief and Frank says, “I thought you were talking to your friends.”
Mikey looks at Frank. “I am.”
10 – Never forget how lucky you are – Living with Mikeyway is a lot of effort at times, but the rewards are many.
“I’ve made dinner. They’re tomato and fake bacon”
Mikey sets a heaped plate of sandwiches on the coffee table then heads back to the kitchen, picking up two bottles of soda and a share bag of chips. Setting them down he sits next to Frank, bare toes on the table, stupid hair leaving a mark on the cushion as he smiles at Frank before settling back to watch the DVD.
Awkward, annoying, best-friend-ever Mikeyway. Frank can’t imagine being without him.
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Date: 2008-06-06 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-06 02:49 pm (UTC)SO, overall, this list was cute beyond belief. I love the happy ending.
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Date: 2008-06-06 03:12 pm (UTC)