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turpsHappy birthday to letterboys and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaethe. Also, happy birthday for yesterday to glendaglamazon I hope you all have/had wonderful days ♥
My contribution to the whole MCR shenanigans thing is, man, that mouse has a nice ass. Also, G Fett is amazing! &band;
It's making me want all the post apocalyptic, land selling, desert chasing, gritty, ray gun using, ridiculous fic in the world!
letterboys and kaethe. Also, happy birthday for yesterday to glendaglamazon I hope you all have/had wonderful days ♥My contribution to the whole MCR shenanigans thing is, man, that mouse has a nice ass. Also, G Fett is amazing! &band;
It's making me want all the post apocalyptic, land selling, desert chasing, gritty, ray gun using, ridiculous fic in the world!
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Date: 2010-09-13 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-13 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-13 03:34 pm (UTC)MCR should tell us wtf is going on! I want to know!
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Date: 2010-09-13 04:45 pm (UTC)They should tell us. It's fun getting these hints but I want to know!
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Date: 2010-09-13 05:06 pm (UTC)Me too! People should totally write it!
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Date: 2010-09-13 05:08 pm (UTC)I don't think it's anyone in the band, maybe one of the wives or just a random friends.
I have /o\
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Date: 2010-09-14 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-14 07:34 am (UTC)Years of admiring Lance's ass means objectifying the mouse's ass is easy!
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Date: 2010-09-13 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-13 12:15 pm (UTC)It is a recipe for awesomeness. What I want is a story about Mikey celebrating his birthday, drinking some kind of moonshine concoction in the middle of the desert, maybe alone apart from being surrounded by the things he's trying to sell.
It makes it hard not knowing the exact roles they all have.
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Date: 2010-09-13 12:19 pm (UTC)YES! *________* i can totally see that in my mind. and if gerard really is drdeathdefying he's out there on the run and mikey is all and nnnngh *runs around in circles*
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Date: 2010-09-13 01:18 pm (UTC)Mikey lowers himself to the ground, back against a shredded tyre and sand under his feet. There’s always fucking sand, it chafes beneath his clothes and sticks to his teeth. When he spits his saliva is gritty and his skin constantly sore, pulled tight and red against his bones.
He hates the fucking sand, and the fucking sun, and this whole fucking world where all he can do is keep running, picking up shit and selling it to those too stupid to realise what he’s doing. Mikey’s good at selling, he didn’t used to be but now he assesses the situation and goes for the kill, becoming the person he needs to be. Shark’s smile and hard won deceptions, selling with one hand and taking with the other.
He never slows, talks in quick fire bursts, shoulders hunched and hands clenched against the urge to claw at this new skin, through sinew and bone and flesh, blood spreading against white-washed sand and sun-bleached stones.
Mikey’s going to do that one day, it’s just a case of when.
Not tonight though. Tonight Mikey’s celebrating, his thirtieth year around the sun.
Twenty nine years, three hundred and sixty four days, twenty three hours, fifty nine minutes. Mikey looks at his watch, the second hand ticking forward. There’s a bottle at his side and he thumbs off the top, holds the bottle in one hand and stares into the distance. At a blood-red sky and clouds of black smoke, fires raging in the north quadrant.
He’ll walk there tomorrow, claim things that aren’t his and wear his fake smile. How much will you give me for this amazing piece of shit? Highest offer gets it, fuck you very much. And they’ll fall for it, They always do.
But that’s tomorrow. Tonight Mikey brings the bottle to his lips, tips back his head and swallows, fire burning his throat as he marks a new day.
Tears sting his eyes and he rubs a grimy hand over his mouth, sand grating as he holds out the bottle and breaths through the pain in his chest, making a wish on stars that no one can see.
I wish. I wish. I wish.
Mikey doesn’t know what to wish. There’s too much, and none will come true.
Except.
There’s a rustle. A soft whistle, and Mikey drops the bottle, liquid drawn down into the sand. His hands are shaking and he tucks them under his legs -- stupid, because if it’s not.... if it’s not there’s no way Mikey will get to his gun in time -- and stares into the darkness.
Another whistle, a darker shadow moving forward, and then, “Mikey.”
Gerard’s dressed in a battered leather jacket, his hair a tangled mess. There’s a filthy bandage wrapped around one of his hands and he’s got a gun strapped to one thigh. He’s also smiling. A real smile that only brightens as Mikey scrambles to his feet and Gerard says, “Happy birthday, Mikes. I told you I’d come.”
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Date: 2010-09-13 02:02 pm (UTC)<333333333333333
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Date: 2010-09-13 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-13 04:35 pm (UTC)I have no mouse icon, therefore will use a weak link and use a cat one *g*
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Date: 2010-09-13 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-13 09:25 pm (UTC)the only other scenario i would accept is mikey and pete texting about their respective new works, and mikey's like we need to release some kind of video soon, and pete's like NEEDS MOAR FURRIES and mikey laughs for a second because that's what pete always says about videos, but then it hits him, and he texts gerard like 'what if you were being chased through the desert?' and gerard's like TELL ME MORE.
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Date: 2010-09-13 09:43 pm (UTC)Oh, I like this second idea! Pete's got a history of out there videos and of course the furry thing, he could so persuade Mikey that being chased by a furry is just what My Chem needs.
You go, Pete!
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Date: 2010-09-13 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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