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Oct. 11th, 2010 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsHappy 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.
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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Date: 2010-10-11 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 02:23 pm (UTC)*g*
Go you and your Bob/Mikey story!
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Date: 2010-10-11 02:35 pm (UTC)No one has complained about Bob being punched in the face \o/
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Date: 2010-10-11 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-11 06:20 pm (UTC)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!
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Date: 2010-10-11 06:29 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-10-11 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-11 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 06:50 pm (UTC)Also, Pete needs to be there from the beginning really. *g*
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Date: 2010-10-11 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 09:14 pm (UTC)(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.
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Date: 2010-10-11 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 11:16 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-10-11 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 11:54 pm (UTC)::runs to car, ridiculously late for work::
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Date: 2010-10-12 07:09 am (UTC)Bob the mechanic sounds like a most awesome idea! He could fit in *perfectly*.
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Date: 2010-10-12 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 12:49 am (UTC)I figure it'd be pretty unavoidable with that hair colour of Gerard's - that shit rubs off everywhere. Plus, you know, kinda hot.
(This is just a little bit of a bigger idea - kinda an origins story, with Gerard building himself as a rebel in the image of Brian, and then Brian rebuilding himself in the image of Gerard? Or something. IDEK, it's not like I'll ever actually write it.)
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Date: 2010-10-13 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 07:37 am (UTC)I know! I'm not joining any exchanges this year so may give myself permission to just write killjoys plus Bob fic.