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I approve of waking up to blistering hot Frank/Mikey not!fic comments from

mikeyway_daily members. Very much so. ETA: Like magic actual fic has just arrive in my in-box. Stars. In. My. Eyes!

I have final beta back on the fic that won't end, which means that very soon it will end, and actually be posted. My betas deserve so much praise for this story. They've read, and re-read and called me on the bad bids, of which there were many. Who knew that what was supposed to be a simple story of pre-school teacher Bob would cause so much angst?

Snow Fairy is back at Lush! Also, the Christmas range is out. I want it all, apart from the shower jelly. I can't get away with that stuff somehow.

It's pomegranate season, I was eating one last night, and after a disaster where instead of the pin method I decided to sort of fold the pomegranate inside out after being cut into quarters, which resulted in seeds flying everywhere, I wondered how people ate their pomegranates?

I also started to read though my tabbed fic last night. There's so much it's scary.

James is off today so soon we're heading out to buy groceries, and also take the in-laws shopping. Where there will be magazine buying. Oh yes there will.

Thinking of, and in weird dream is weird moment. Dreaming about reading the Kerrang interview is understandable, that the photoshoot consisted of Mikey wearing the chest piece of a Stormtrooper outfit, not so much.

I need to get out of my pjs and do something productive. Maybe another cup of coffee first though.

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[giggles a really lot]

Seriously, some of these latest pictures crack me up. Gerard: blank. Mikey: blank. Ray: blank. Frank: TATTOOS OMG TATTOOS EVERYWHERE. It's like he just gave up on anyone else in the band helping him live the proper Rock God lifestyle and decided to get all of their tattoos as well as his own.

I hope you know I just flailed disgracefully at my monitor, and then had to sit with my hands over my mouth a while.

Frank/Mikey are the pairing I love most above all other and you wrote them so beautifully.

Frank takes his Rock God status seriously! And I imagine he'll soon have more tattoos for his daughters.

The entire goal and purpose of writing fic, in my opinion, is to make people flail like that. So I am absolutely and utterly thrilled that you liked it. I'm the one flailing now, too. [grins happily] Frank/Mikey's growing on me lately for some reason, although I can't find much of it. Their love is just so roommatey. :)

And Frank is totally srs bzns about being a Rock God! Because god knows Gerard utterly fails at it even though he does give it a good shot on account of being a complete and utter geek, and Ray's too busy being a music genius to properly get into the decadent cautionary-tale aspect of rock, and Mikey is...well, let's just say that anyone who posts pictures of their cats wearing bunny suits does not get to call himself a god of anything, ever. Except maybe a Dork God. Frank has nobly assumed the responsibility to hold up their end of the crazy rock'n'roll lifestyle stereotype.

It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. :D

I've had many a moan about the lack of Frank/Mikey. Thankfully as I do write it myself I don't feel hypocritical doing so *g*

But they fit so well together! Write them people, make me happy!

Mikey the dork god, hee! I do like the idea of Frank the Rock God. Really, he's the perfect man for the job.