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[turps]

At the top of my GDocs file it says No one is viewing and every time I re-read it as no one is watching, which is just creepy.

Today Corey has gone out for the day with his friends and James is at work so I intend to crack on with the ways+1. I have to, I love my betas and they have to get tired of me sending stuff and saying I need it for the next day. It's an exchange story so I can't talk details but I'm veering between liking what I have and thinking I'm going insane. Right now insanity is winning.

When I'm done I'm going to write hooker fic, glorious, shameless, hookerfic. I just have to decide if I'm going for the high-class version with Mikey and Pete and eating waffles and no sex or the rougher version which I'd use for a h/c bingo fill.

Talking of shameless, following a link from google alerts last night I ended up on Fic Wad. In my defence it's been a long time since I indulged in terrible badfic. Of course the story that attracted my attention was barred to non-members, which was okay, because when I double clicked in the log in box I was already a member. Which is how I spent a good hour reading about bulimic cutter Mikey who got taken away to a mental institution But, even that wasn't as good as the story that had my new favourite phrase. Bob wasn't namby pamby about things. Too right, Bob is never namby pamby. This is a different story btw, just in case you thought anti namby pamby Bob was hanging with bulimic cutter Mikey.

I've had heart-eyes over all the Comic Con pictures, and may have had this one open in full size in a tab for days now. He's so pretty! Also, apart from the ones of Gerard shopping, which are adorable because he's so intent on his potential purchases, I really love



Look at his little clasped hands? How so adorable G Way? Also, Ray, pose more you amazing man, and Frank, be more thrilled about your babies, I dare you. See if you burst from sheer joy.



I love them in all their dirty, screechy glory.

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[shinetheway.livejournal.com]

Mikey stared at Gerard when Gerard came in to record vocals for Untitled Track (12) which Gerard insisted on calling the lawnmower song even though it didn't have a single thing in it about lawnmowers and might have actually been about politics. Or zombies. "Is that. You're wearing my jacket."

Gerard looked down at the jacket and blinked like he'd forgotten he was wearing one. Maybe he had. "It fits," he said mildly. "It looks good with the hair."

"Nothing looks good with the hair," Frank put in helpfully from behind his own microphone, and Gerard flipped him off without even looking.

Mikey rolled his eyes. "You broke into the house. Alicia's going to kill you."

Gerard looked smug. "*I* didn't sleep with Pete Wentz and then steal his jacket and keep it hidden in my closet for five years," he pointed out logically.

"I didn't steal it!" Frank was laughing now. "He gave it to me!"

Gerard snickered. "I don't think that helps your argument, Mikes."

"Guys, come on," Ray said patiently, checking levels on the mixing board next to his own microphone. "If we don't get this album done sometime this year, I think our fans might actually set the studio on fire."

Mikey glared, and glared, and Gerard grinned at him, and Mikey stomped off to get coffee.

Gerard stole my jacket, he texted Alicia. He must have taken it out of the Goodwill bag. He didn't say, "before I could."

Who do you think let him into the house? Alicia texted back.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

OMG!

That is the best and most gleeful thing ever!

Gerard's lawnmower song! The snark about Pete, Ray knowing that the fans would set the studio on fire.

Alicia so devious. So. Much. Glee!

[casey_sms.livejournal.com]

I love this. I hope this is what happened to the jacket!