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[turps]

Happy birthday dine I hope you have a fabulous day ♥

One of the shows I download is Hoarders, and I just watched the latest episode and got really angry with one of the featured women. Angry and upset at times, especially at the total lack of reaction to being shown multiple dead cats.

I've also been to the library this morning, and set off the alarm both going in and coming out. I always feel so guilty when those alarms go off, even when I've done nothing wrong. Stupid alarms, it's not like I had stolen books shoved up my t-shirt.

It's Houghton Feast time in these parts. The fair is in town, the ox is being roasted today and tonight it's the fireworks display. I think Corey's going with Kayleigh and Kay, they're also taking him to the hairdressers to check out prices because he announced that the barbers is no good for his hair any more, he needs to go to an actual salon to get a style and razor cut. At least he actually verbalised that want, these days many conversations consist of only grunts from his end. And tell me, how come when I did every bit of laundry in the house over the weekend, washed, ironed, put away. I go into his bedroom today and he's got a dirty clothes basket half full. It shouldn't be possible.

My Bob/Mikey story is like the little story that could, picking up a few comments on a daily basis. It's cool how that happens, some stories you get all the comments at once, others trickle in, each one a fabulous surprise.

Talking of Bob. kin_you_bi provided me with some new personal killjoys canon. Which she claimed for herself first but I'm getting in on that action too. We'd been talking about Mikey and his motorbike and she suggested that he'd stolen it from Korse and his cronies being as it's white, and I suggested that would lead to a daring bike ride across the sand leading to Mikey jumping off and rolling away like a bad ass and the bike exploding and she came back with this delightful comment And and and the bike is mangled in the explosion, but whilst Mikey's recovering from his injuries the boys collect all the pieces and take them to this dude called Bob who has this workshop and then they all work together to fix it up and then Gerard paints it to match Mikey's helmet. How perfect is that? H/C, painting, Bob, all rolled into one sentence of awesome.

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[digital_diva]

Bless puberty! ahahaha!

[turps]

Why do they not tell you that learning to translate baby coos and gibberish is just a lead up to the teen years of grunts?

[digital_diva]

Because they assume we've learned it the hard way from having the full-grown husband version in the house? ahahaha

[turps]

Wow. You'd think you had one of those at home too!

[sperrywink]

New glasses, a new haircut, what next, a new wardrobe? He's definitely a teenager!

*g*

Go you and your Bob/Mikey story!

[turps]

We donated about four sacks of his clothes the other week. Now he's practically living in one shirt *g*

No one has complained about Bob being punched in the face \o/

[turlough]

Just thinking of dead cats makes me very sad.

Alarms are so upsetting!

Corey's becoming a true teenager I hear. It must be very trying for you! Maybe you can find a Teenaged Grunts to English translation guide on the net ;-)

I haven't had the time or energy to read the Bob story yet but it's definitely on my to-read list.

That's an awesome killjoys canon that I completely approve of!

[turps]

It was horrible. The woman had 36 cats in her house and 12 were dead, they kept finding flattened, mummified cats under all the rubbish. I get that hoarding is a mental illness, but if you get pets take care of them already.

They are, and I never know what to do. Go back, keep walking or what.

He's a total teenager now. He went out as soon as he came home from school, sighed when I told him to take the mobile, then came back and went straight to his room.

There's no hurry. I was just amused that the comments are trickling in as opposed to some stories where you get them all within the first days.

I love it, and want to write it.

[turlough]

Then you should write it!

[turps]

I have my happyfic story to write! I can't fail my own challenge!

[kin_you_bi]

Oh dear. Teenagers. The little brother of one of my friends in high school grunted for about 5 years straight, to the point that his own mother called him 'Grunt' instead of 'Grant'. Thankfully his vocabulary returned right in time for university.

(My own little brother never seemed to do this - or at least, not with me. I was the only one to understand his high-pitched babble as a kid, though, and we do tend to communicate psychically, Way-brother style, so maybe I just managed to translate the grunts into English? ::shrugs::)

I am absolutely, positively never going to write that Bob idea, so you totally should. Patrick totally lives with him, helping Bob score parts via Pete's network of crazy freedom fighters. I will leave pairings up to you! (In my mind, it's Mikey/Pete, Bob/Ray.)

Also, Brian needs to be involved somehow. The Killjoy's old mentor, who was captured and re-educated and now hunting them down across the desert? (How hot would the Brian/Gerard hate sex be? THIS HOT.)

See? This is why I need a bunny comm.

[turlough]

I want Killjoys Brian/Gerard hate sex NOW!!!

[kin_you_bi]

YOU ARE SUCH A BAD INFLUENCE. This turned out less hate-sex than I'd planned.

Brian dressed all in white suit and shirt and tie, Dracs in tow, tracking the killjoys from safehouse to roadhouse to deserted motel in the middle of nowhere. The others have split, Frank pulling a struggling Mikey into the Trans-Am on Gerard's orders, Ray in the drivers seat with his little girl in shotgun, crying, and Brian's got Gerard cornered, up against the wall both literally and metaphorically.

Each with their raygun up under each other's chin and struggling for dominance, and Gerard would laugh at how very poetic it all was, the student versus the teacher, Party Poison versus his fallen, amnesiac hero, if Brian didn't have his thigh between Gerard's, using all his weight to pin Gerard in place. And Gerard just bucks up harder, his gun slipping, running up along the tattoos that Korse & his cronies could laser off but never, ever remove, and that has Brian shuddering, sense & muscle memory overtaking the brainwashing, dropping his gun to fist in Gerard's hair, throwing his head back as Gerard bites at his throat. Gerard pushes at Brian's jacket, rumples his shirt further, loosens his tie, and Brian pops the button on Gerard's fly, frantic now, searching for something, illusive, his mind a tumble of 'no' and 'yes' and 'this is something I've done before'. Gerard gasps and curses, his lips against Brian's, teeth clashing as he grinds down on Brian's thigh, up into Brian's hand, spilling over the cuff of Brian's shirt.

Gerard slumps then, head down on Brian's chest, and Brian remembers this, remembers before: before Korse, before re-education. Remembers Gerard, and sweat, and dirt, and hours curled together, waiting for their turn on watch.

Later, much later, after Gerard's contacted the others, after they've dealt with the Dracs Brian had assigned to him, Brian takes a catalogue of his reflection in the grimy bathroom mirror. His once pristine suit jacket and pants are ruined, dusty grey where they should be white, ripped and rumpled, the cherry-red smudge across the front of his shirt a perfect match to Gerard's hair.

I SHOULD BE IN THE SHOWER. I HAVE TO LEAVE FOR WORK IN TWENTY MINUTES. Bah. So going to be distracted now.

[turps]

Hee, that's an awesome name. I shouldn't laugh but as I have my own Grunt I think I'm allowed.

That's really cool about your own brother. It's a shame more siblings don't have the same kind of relationship.

I'm so tempted to write the Bob idea for my Pete/Mikey happy fic. Them finding Bob is happy, yes? I did have another idea but my mind is so full of killjoys right now I may as well give in and write this. Mikey all battered and bruised and the others have to go off on a raid or something and they don't want to leave Mikey alone so they ask Bob if he can say there and Bob's all grumbly but of course says yes and that's when Pete turns up \o/

You've taken care of the Brian angle, so I can sort out Bob I guess.

[kin_you_bi]

I think that's why I love Gerard & Mikey so much, actually - there's a similar age gap between me and my brother (5 years instead of 3, but whatever) and we were pretty isolated from other kids for a large part of our childhoods for various reasons, so we really only had each other. I don't know, for so much of my life it was drilled into my head to look out for my younger brother, and then he looked out for me when I was in a bad place, and I'm the socially inept depressed one and he's the stupidly geeky yet still somehow popular one and yeah. ::shrugs:: In other news, I relate to Gerard Way waaaaaaay too much.

Wriiiiiiiiite it! Finding Bob is totally happy fic! (Can it be Bob/Patrick as well? Because that would be awesome. Or, like, it can not be Bob/Patrick, and I'll just imagine those bits. Because I'm good at that. ::goes off to imagine Bob/Patrick a bit more::)

[frausorge]

I hope you had a good time at the Feast, if you went! Fancy schmancy hair cuts, eh? Is there someone he's trying to impress?

Bob the mechanic sounds like a most awesome idea! He could fit in *perfectly*.

[turps]

I didn't go, but Corey did and he seemed to enjoy it. I'm sure there is someone he wants to impress, he's at that age.

I know! I'm not joining any exchanges this year so may give myself permission to just write killjoys plus Bob fic.

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

ah the teen years, such a trying time, especially for those of us who are language challenged. lol. I'm off to my first Ren Faire today, I wonder if they'll have cooked ox. Hmmm.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'd worry about his vocal skills but they always seem to kick in when he wants something or is talking to his friends on X Box live.

I suspect that the ox they roast is probably cow, but I do like they keep the tradition going to actually roast the thing on a spit in public view.

Have fun at the Ren Faire.

[desfinado.livejournal.com]

I approve whole-heartedly; awesome idea!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Isn't it? I thought it was genius.

But now I want to write killjoys fic even more.

[dine.livejournal.com]

thank you! it'been a good day so far, and the afternoon looks promising as well

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That's fantastic to hear :)

[trickyjazzer.livejournal.com]

I saw that episode of hoarders and couldn't believe her reaction. There wasn't any. She wasn't bothered in the least. That episode was very disturbing.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

It was a horrible episode. The fact she could sit there and blame other people as multiple dead cats were uncovered was ridiculous. It's mean but I was happy that she couldn't get back into her home at the end. She didn't deserve to go back.