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[turps]

The fact that I took this tweet from Pete as a message to Mikey means my tin hat is getting too shiny, yeah?

I love the new promo picture.




James was reading his flist the other day and remarked that I hadn't mentioned rl stuff in my posts recently. Not that there's much to say. We've been getting the garden ready for winter. It's sad having to bin the plants we've cared for so carefully, but it's getting cold now and they were dying, just as things started to ripen. So we've brown bags full of tomatoes and peppers on the kitchen windowsill. I've had a cold this week but am feeling better now, especially as Corey has a teacher training day today so I got to sleep in. 9 plus hours of sleep. Glorious. The cold was a bit more of an issue as James goes in for his operation next week, so him catching it would have been a problem. Thankfully it looks like he hasn't. He's also planning his first scout camp as person in charge which has led to questions like, how many pizzas do you think 25 people would eat? Answer. Lots.

It was my nephew's birthday at the weekend, followed by my sister's and then my other nephew's. My sister is also in the process of moving to live with her girlfriend, which means she won't be living a few doors up any more. Which is sad but will bring our phone bill down. Other than that, nothing much has been going on. Now aren't you all glad he prodded me to share?

To end, a meme.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble ( in which I mean the actual meaning of a drabble which is one hundred words only ) of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. Bolding addition mine.
My other additions, killjoys verse only as that's where my head is right now, MCR and the usual bandom suspects. Also, a prompt would be shiny.

1. Gerard/Mikey -- heat of the day
2. Mikey and Ryan gen
3. Mikey/Pete -- Shakespeare
4. Gerard/Gabe -- visions
5. Gerard/Ray -- explosives
6. Mikey&Ryan -- detonation
7. Bob/Ray -- sunrise
8. Bob/Ray -- happy
9. Mikey/Ray -- ice
10. Mikey/Pete -- discussing basses

Bonus Gerard and Brendon, wind
Mikey and Grace, Black Parade skeleton

ETA: I forgot to say. I'm considering doing mini_nanowrimo No way could I ever do the main one, but that looks doable.

ETA2: MTV rocks is showing Na Na Na at 4. The video on my big tv in hq. I may not survive!

Comments

[kin_you_bi]

MIKEY'S WEARING CHUCKS.

[turps]

YES! And also sitting remarkably upright *g*

[turlough]

What a wonderful photo!! Though it totally cracks me up that the focus isn't one of the bandmembers but an ash tray :-)

I tidied up my balcony a few weeks ago and even though they're so clearly dying anyway it really hurts to throw away plants. My sister and I managed to actually finish getting rid of her herbaceous borders and plant shrubs instead just as the cold started in earnest here. I just hope it wasn't too late for tthe spring bulbs we planted too, it's been below zero at night twice already this week.

Is it evil of me to ask for Gerard/Gabe? As a prompt I think either visions, or snakes would do nicely. Maybe I should ask for Gerard/Ray, prompt: explosives instead?

[kin_you_bi]

Now that I'm not being distracted by MIKEYS CHUCKS OMIGOD, I really love the art direction of this shot: the parallel red lines in the centre, with each member wearing the same shade (even if, in Mikey's case, it is just the collar of his tee - actually, I think this is genius, because with Gerard's hair, if Mikey had been wearing too much red he would have overbalanced their side of the image). And, you know, ash tray.

[turps]

It's a wonderful picture. The composition is gorgeous, though each time I see it I marvel at how upright Mikey is.

I hated throwing away my plants. They tried so hard but I think we just planted them too late in the season. You got the garden finished? Awesome. Finger crossed for the spring bulbs, they always look so beautiful.

Some Gerard/Gabe for you. I'll be back for the other.


Gabe's body is warm and he's got his arms wrapped around Gerard, holding him close.

"Look," Gabe says, and his voice is hoarse, muffled through his mask. "Look, Gerard."

Gerard does, stands on the tiny balcony and takes in the buildings of Battery City, the poisoned smog that always lingers, the people who scurry to order like lobotomised rats.

"We need to fight," Gabe says. "We need to start a fucking revolution."

Gerard pictures breaking free, taking a deep breath of air that's not tainted. He swallows, says, "What if I fail?"

Gabe's grip tightens and he says, "You won't."

[zeenell]

uhm. More mikey&ryan? detonation

[turps]

You got it. This is sort of a follow on from this



Mikey's on watch when he hears the explosion.

Heart thundering he runs toward a sand-dune, one where the sky's glowing red behind it. Scrambling to the top, Mikey drops to his knees, raygun drawn, says, "Ryan?"

Ryan's standing on scorched ground, wildly firing at stationary targets. A barrel, a rock, a pile of cans.

He looks up, yells, "They're still back there."

Mikey stands and holsters his own raygun, waving away the others. "I know."

Ryan stills, gun held lax and skin cast red by a flaming barrel. "I miss them."

"Well find them," Mikey says, and means every word.

[imsinkingfast]

I spent most of yesterday afternoon harvesting the last of the veggies in my garden too. I agree it w ould have been nice to have just one more week... *sigh*

Well, crap. I always miss these request memes because of geography, because I live on the west coast of NA and am the last one up in the morning *pouts*

[turps]

I hung on as long as I could for hours but it was getting too cold at night. They were all droopy and sad.

You can still shoot me a prompt if you like. I can make it 11 for you.

[frausorge]

That's another one of those pictures where the Way likeness really stands out. To me, anyway.

Sending all good wishes for James's op to go well!

[turps]

They do have moments of looking very similar.

Well, his op got cancelled, so I'll store that good luck for next week.

[inlovewithnight.livejournal.com]

Gerard/Mikey, the heat of the day.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Excellent choice :)

Gerard wiggles from under the Trans Am.

There's oil streaked across his cheek and his hair is stringy and sweat-soaked, bright against the dirt. He squints as he looks up at Mikey.

Mikey takes in the scattered parts, each one battered and scavenged. How Gerard's fingers are cut and bleeding. Mikey kneels and holds out his hand, shading Gerard's face from the overhead sun.

"How's it going?"

"It's not," Gerard replies, sounding defeated.

There's a strand of hair clinging to Gerard's face. Mikey pushes it back, letting his touch linger, his fingers against Gerard's neck as he says, "It will."

[egelantier.livejournal.com]

mikey and ryan gen in killjoys verse. HA.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

No ha needed. This was easy *g*

They find him on the outskirts of Battery City.

Clothes tattered and eyes wild he snarls, attempting to hide behind the spewed out guts of a broken generator.

"I'll go," Mikey says, and steps over crumpled metal. He moves slowly, talking softly all the while.

Close and he slips off his jacket which he drops near the boy, says, "I'm Mikey."

The boy doesn't reply, just shivers, his back against scarred metal.

"We won't hurt you," Mikey says and knows he has to take a gamble, he starts to walk back. "We've got food and water."

He hopes it's enough.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Pete/Mikey, Shakespeare. ::giggles::

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Mean! *g*

~~~~

"It's a classic theme, it worked for Shakespeare"

Mikey gives Pete an unimpressed look. "So did tragic kings and witches."

"True," Pete allows, using his fingers to tease out the knot in Mikey's hair. "It'd get you into the city."

Mikey winces when Pete's fingers catch. "I get in just fine."

"Come on, for me," Pete says.

"Viola was a woman anyway," Mikey says. "Your plan doesn't hold up."

"So do a reverse Viola." Pete whispers into Mikey's ear. "You'd look amazing in stockings."

Mikey turns his head, his lips brushing against Pete's. "All you had to do was ask."

[topaz119.livejournal.com]

Wow, *I* love that new promo picture and you know I don't even know who anyone is for sure.

Re: all the unripe tomatoes -- you can make fried green tomatoes! Such a Southern thing, but so YUM.

And come sign up for mini-nano! Donna and I are doing it, though we think we must have been insane when we signed up--you can whine with us!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

The composition of the promo picture is gorgeous. I love how they've balanced the colours so well, and that the actual focus is some kind of bin/ashtray thing.

You know I was considering doing that. I've never tried them but I really like tomatoes so it seems like a good thing to do.

I'm not planning on signing for any exchanges this year, so mini-nano can be my adrenaline rush for the year. I keep thinking I should put down 500 words and then think, am I insane!

[llamabitchyo.livejournal.com]

bob/ray - sunrise (i miss bob)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Hey you ♥

Some Bob for you.


The sound of an engine is faint, but quickly gets louder.

Ray keeps hold of his gun, ready if needed, but relaxes as Bob's motorcycle appears from the darkness.

It pulls to a stop, the engine cutting off abruptly. Bob stands and dismounts, removing his helmet.

His hair is long now and he pushes it back as he sits next to Ray, says, "It's fucking early, Toro."

It's what Bob always says, the same way he moves his hand so their fingers are brushing as they sit in silence, waiting for the sunrise.

Together to greet yet another new day.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

Clearing out the veggies that didn't *quite* get there is such a bittersweet process. There's a front yard garden at the end of my street Well, there are wee urban gardens all over the place in my 'hood, but this one has a yearly hedgerow of tomato plants. Some years they have enough time to ripen and are truly glorious; other years, they are filled with determined green tomatoes right up into the first frosts, which is when they get torn out. This year is shaping up to be the determined green tomatoes sort of a year. I root them on whenever I walk by [which is generally at least twice daily, as that house is on my way downtown].

I see that someone else requested Bob/Ray. I'd like a snip of Bob/Ray too, if that's okay. I need some not-sad Killjoy Bob, Terri.

Bob/Ray,let me see your jazz hands

That promo pic is so lovely.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I love your story about the garden, even though it's bitter sweet. Our tomatoes are the same, clinging on, so green and small while their plants wilt around them. It's sad.

Let me tell you, it was difficult to cut this one down.

Bob knocks on the planks that cover the diner door.

He can hear music, the thud of feet, but no one answers. Finally, he goes inside.

"Bob, you came." Ray's grinning but Bob's looking at the people dancing. Frank twirling the kid, Gerard and Mikey swaying close, Show Pony grinding on Dr Death's lap.

It's music, movement and laugher, so different to Bob's usual solitude. Considering leaving, he stops when Ray comes close and holds up his hands. "Show me your jazz hands?"

Bob starts to say no, but the fact is, he's missed this. He holds up his hands.

[delphinapterus.livejournal.com]

Could I have Mikey/Ray - ice please?

I like that they've got Mikey in focus in this one. His blue shoe laces are fun. I like how they're all wearing shoes and Gerard is still in boots (seriously I don't think I've seen any new pics where he isn't wearing those boots). I keep wondering if Ray and Frank deliberately matched up the colour of their stripes.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday!

I couldn't decide to go for a h/c or sort of sexual angle, so I did both.


The ice machine groans, age stiffened parts protesting as more cubes are formed. Mikey scoops them out with his hands.

The sheets around Ray are soaked, both body fluids and water and Mikey drops painfully to his knees. His hands tremble as he packs the ice into the t-shirts, making bundles which he presses against Ray's fever-flushed skin. Mikey leans forward, elbows against the bed and forehead against Ray's chest. He can feel Ray's heart beating, too fast and stuttering, and Mikey's scared, so fucking scared.

"Don't leave us," he says, his voice cracking. "Please."

Again the ice machine groans.




"Close your eyes," Ray says, pleased when immediately Mikey obeys.

He's stretched out on a stripped bed, clothes thrown to one side and Ray takes in the length of Mikey's legs, the way he clutches the mattress. Ray sits, and cold water drips through his fingers as he draws the ice cube along the scar that runs over Mikey's ribs.

Mikey hisses but remains still, and Ray watches as water trails over his skin, creating gleaming pathways.

They're beautiful in their simplicity, and Mikey smiles slightly when Ray extents the lines into letters, a R and T staking Ray's claim.


I really like the new picture, how they've balanced all the colours. It is fun :)

[shinetheway.livejournal.com]

Can I still request a drabble? Mikey/Pete, discussing basses

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I know nothing about basses at all, apart from I like how they sound and how people look cool playing them. So really hope this works for you.


Pete holds out his hands, says, "I miss the music."

It's not something Pete says often, because the music is still out there. Songs on the radio screaming defiance, many with Pete's words. But it's not that he misses, it's creating his own rhythm, being the backbone of something that matters.

"I took one of my basses." Mikey takes hold of Pete's hand, uses his fingertips to trace over non-existent callouses. "I used it to ghost a Drac."

Pete curls his fingers over Mikey's. "You're fucking brutal Mikeyway."

"You know it," Mikey says, and then, quieter. "I miss it too."

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

DUDE....PICTURE!!!!(that's all I ever say now apparently)

eppps for the cold killing the plants.

and if spot ten isn't taken

Brendon/Gerard Gen Wind

[turps33.livejournal.com]

It's a picture of love!

I gave you an extra spot, just because.


Brendon runs, so fast and long that when they stop he's gasping for breath. Pulling a control out of his pocket, Gerard aims it at the boundary wall and a seam appears, thin at first but widening into a door. Brendon stares and Gerard says, "Escape hatch, come on."

Gerard steps inside and Brendon follows.

Gerard walks, says, "It's not far."

Brendon nods, even though Gerard can't actually see him.

Soon, he sees a strip of light -- too bright and the wrong colour -- Brendon's heart racing as they step outside, and finally, the wind blows against his face.

[madambeetroot.livejournal.com]

I love the new promo picture! I love that Gerard is of course sitting next to Mikey. Particularly liked the Ryan drabble.

Oh, and coming late to the party, but I nearly swooned when Frank winked in the video!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Gerard and Mikey. They make my heart sing.

Thank you! You know I'm a Ryan angst addict *g*

You're telling me! Way to fell everyone with your wink, Iero!

[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

I'm indeed happy James prodded you to share. I like reading about your rl.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you ♥

Fandom has been so amazing lately I keep forgetting to say what I've actually been up to. I'll have to do better.

[shamus2kuk.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the mention. Good job didnt get your cold even though I still got plenty of kisses xxx love you loads xxxxxxxxx

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I know you get jealous if you don't get mentioned every once in a while <3

[babycakesin.livejournal.com]

picture \o/

Now aren't you all glad he prodded me to share?
Yes, actually - good job, James *nods*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I love that picture so much.

No, don't encourage him. He'll get a big head *g*

[hammerhead22.livejournal.com]

♥

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!