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turpsI've decided there should be some kind of easing in time between leaving a fan gathering of awesomeness and jumping back into real life. Then you're not left blinking at the realisation you have to do boring household stuff and also suffering from a lack of fannish hugs. To help ease that shock I spent time reading insane fic at Mibba and watched the Eurovision Song Contest, watching the actual results part with many other people on twitter, which was fun.
I also did a ridiculous amount of laundry/ironing, watched a load of tv, including Pete and Ashlee on CSI New York and got a nice start on the final story in the Tints of Rainbow Hue universe. Which will be Bob/Gerard focussed this time, though at the moment is all Bob and Frank talking about Mikey, because I'm just that predictable. Though I have to admit, after a long and involved conversation at Camp Sparkle I was tempted to write out the bandom/popslash story where MCR, Panic, FOB, BSB and Nsync are pieces of furniture that are brought together in a second-hand store and it's all kinds of tragic because Mikey the table with wonky spindly legs is separated from Gerard the battered art desk.
I love fans so much, you don't even know. How you can sit there and tell quite insane stories and make them feel right.
Gerard liked being a desk.
He liked the feeling when a new sheet of paper was smoothed across his top and how the splashes of paint tickled as they seeped into his wood. He even liked the nicks and dents that scarred his sides and legs -- they were evidence of how he'd survived, changing from the unreliable desk he'd been to the one he was now, wearing his covering of paint splashes with pride.
What he especially liked was he could see Mikey.
Mikey was a table, one with sleek lines and thin but sturdy legs that always looked crooked, but he'd never collapsed, just stood against the wall and held everything that was placed on him, no matter how heavy. Sometimes he changed colour, the lady who owned them appearing with tins of varnish and brushes held in her hand. Once she'd decorated Mikey's top with glued on straw. Gerard hadn't stopped laughing for days.
So yeah. Gerard liked being a desk. He had Mikey and enjoyed talking to everyone else in the room -- except the lamp, he was kind of insane.
Then one day their lady fell and didn't get up, no matter how hard Gerard yelled. Because she couldn't hear, she never could. No one could. Not the people who broke into the apartment, or the ones who took their lady away. Or the man who came later and emptied the room, taking lamp and couch and everyone.
Except for Gerard. He didn't make it into the van. All he could do was stand there, abandoned in the alley, yelling as Mikey was taken away.
I don't even know, man.
ETA: forgot to say. While I'm sure everyone who wants one has one, I have 2 DW codes if needed.
I also did a ridiculous amount of laundry/ironing, watched a load of tv, including Pete and Ashlee on CSI New York and got a nice start on the final story in the Tints of Rainbow Hue universe. Which will be Bob/Gerard focussed this time, though at the moment is all Bob and Frank talking about Mikey, because I'm just that predictable. Though I have to admit, after a long and involved conversation at Camp Sparkle I was tempted to write out the bandom/popslash story where MCR, Panic, FOB, BSB and Nsync are pieces of furniture that are brought together in a second-hand store and it's all kinds of tragic because Mikey the table with wonky spindly legs is separated from Gerard the battered art desk.
I love fans so much, you don't even know. How you can sit there and tell quite insane stories and make them feel right.
Gerard liked being a desk.
He liked the feeling when a new sheet of paper was smoothed across his top and how the splashes of paint tickled as they seeped into his wood. He even liked the nicks and dents that scarred his sides and legs -- they were evidence of how he'd survived, changing from the unreliable desk he'd been to the one he was now, wearing his covering of paint splashes with pride.
What he especially liked was he could see Mikey.
Mikey was a table, one with sleek lines and thin but sturdy legs that always looked crooked, but he'd never collapsed, just stood against the wall and held everything that was placed on him, no matter how heavy. Sometimes he changed colour, the lady who owned them appearing with tins of varnish and brushes held in her hand. Once she'd decorated Mikey's top with glued on straw. Gerard hadn't stopped laughing for days.
So yeah. Gerard liked being a desk. He had Mikey and enjoyed talking to everyone else in the room -- except the lamp, he was kind of insane.
Then one day their lady fell and didn't get up, no matter how hard Gerard yelled. Because she couldn't hear, she never could. No one could. Not the people who broke into the apartment, or the ones who took their lady away. Or the man who came later and emptied the room, taking lamp and couch and everyone.
Except for Gerard. He didn't make it into the van. All he could do was stand there, abandoned in the alley, yelling as Mikey was taken away.
I don't even know, man.
ETA: forgot to say. While I'm sure everyone who wants one has one, I have 2 DW codes if needed.
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Date: 2009-05-18 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-18 10:12 am (UTC)It was a really long involved discussion and I had real woe that the Ways had been split up.
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:57 am (UTC)Eventually, they are all reunited at a second hand furniture store and spend their days together and happy :D Right?
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Date: 2009-05-18 10:41 am (UTC)I'm not sure which is sadder, the fact that I didn't even *blink* at the idea of all of them as pieces of furniture, or that I wondered if JC and Chris might be matching lamps (and not the lava kind), so they can shine at one another. *facepalm*
People think weird, crack-y shit happens in the SPN fandom, man, they should come from popslash, yeah?
*snuggles you*
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Date: 2009-05-18 10:53 am (UTC)Sadly Chris and JC weren't lamps, they should be because the idea of them shining at one another is making me grin so hard. If I remember rightly Chris was a bar stool, one of those ones with embedded chunky jewelery and slightly uncomfortable to sit on, while JC was one of those egg seats that hang from the ceiling.
How's things, honey? I'm so out of the loop at the moment.
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:03 am (UTC)There should definitely be an easing in period after a vacation. Having to go back to your real life is such a shock.
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:12 am (UTC)An easing in period would be awesome, or else I need to kidnap a sparkly scullion next time *g*
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:57 am (UTC)Although I like him being a graffiti'd school desk better. :D With skinny wonky legs!
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Date: 2009-05-18 03:57 pm (UTC)So he sits and is all :(
Then, one day the guy who rescued him starts packing his books and putting his things in boxes and the next thing he knows Gerard's being lifted up and jammed in the back of a small car.
He's taken to a second-hand furniture shop which is jam packed with old stuff. Chairs and tables and Gerard's placed into a corner. A solid green leather couch with yellow fringe trim behind him, an easy chair with sturdy legs and stuffing exploding from its headrest to his side.
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Date: 2009-05-18 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-18 07:00 pm (UTC)It doesn't take long for Gerard to get to know Bob!couch and Ray!chair. They're both very comforting and like to tell stories of all the places they've been -- Bob spent time in a massage parlor and tells tales that makes Gerard's legs curl. Ray lived in a family home and generations of children curled on his generous seat until finally his burst springs and exploding stuffing meant he had to go.
Gerard tells his own stories, about the bad times and good -- he doesn't talk about Mikey though. That hurts too much.
Then one day there's a crash of sound as a man trips over the step into the shop dropping the stool he's carrying, sending it skidding across the floor. It's a tiny stool and it rolls madly, multi-coloured tassels flapping and each rotation exposing the graffiti written on the wooden legs.
It lands next to Gerard, still on its side, its foot jammed into Bob's fringe.
That's how they meet Frank :D
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Date: 2009-05-18 07:11 pm (UTC)We really got stuck on seating furniture, didn't we. I think everyone we mentioned ended up as either a couch, an arm chair, or even a rocking chair. So I approve of you casting Gabe as a crazy lamp :-)
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Date: 2009-05-18 07:33 pm (UTC)Gerard's been in the shop for almost two weeks when a van pulls up outside. He can't see much of the van, just part of a white roof but Frank's balancing on Bob's seat, wobbling slightly with excitement as he relays what's going on.
Gerard keeps expecting him to topple down, but somehow Bob keeps Frank safe, his usual steady self as the door opens and two men drag in one of the weirdest sofas Gerard's ever seen.
For one thing the two sides don't seem to match. With one cushion a bright over stuffed green and the other worn thin with a red covering, complete with a blurred pattern that looks like some sort of a bat. It's also decorated in a really strange way, with a row of shining white somethings along one side while the other is topped with some kind of yellow covering.
Still, despite how different the sides are, it's obvious that they make a cohesive whole, something that's shown when the men drag the sofa toward the back of the shop and leave it close to Bob.
As soon as the men leave, the white somethings seem to shine even brighter, and the sofa goes, hi, we're PatrickandPete!
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Date: 2009-05-18 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-18 04:37 pm (UTC)Oh man, that was sad :(
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:33 pm (UTC)Don't worry, they get back together again! Brotherly love is a powerful thing!
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-18 06:57 pm (UTC)omg, I love your brain ;D Also, I like the idea of Bob the couch. *stretches over him/it and getting comfortable* xD
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:48 pm (UTC)I totally agree!! So strange and weird to have to cook for yourself every day!
got a nice start on the final story in the Tints of Rainbow Hue universe
Yay! This makes me very happy (as you could probably predict ;-)
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Date: 2009-05-18 07:19 pm (UTC)It is! I had to go grocery shopping too, there was no sparkly fans arriving with food!
I thought you'd be happy, even if right now there's no Gerard at all. I'm saying right now though. No going over 20k. Codas shouldn't be longer than main stories.
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Date: 2009-05-18 07:23 pm (UTC)*waits with interest to see how long the story will actually be when it's finished*
Codas shouldn't be longer than main stories.
I think you have to call them sequels when they're that long, yes ;-)
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:57 pm (UTC)I so vote for this, too! *nodnod*
Also, yay for more Tints of Rainbow Hue! :D
But how did I miss that MCR, Panic, FOB, BSB and Nsync as pieces of furniture discussion?! I feel bereft! BEREFT! And desk!Gee and table!Mikey getting separated breaks my heart! D:
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Date: 2009-05-18 07:20 pm (UTC)*smooch*
I have no idea how you missed the conversation, it lasted a long time and we were at our usual spot at the end of the table. It was a thing of beauty and you would have been a fine addition.
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Date: 2009-05-18 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-19 07:06 am (UTC)DESK! *splutters*
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Date: 2009-05-19 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-19 07:25 am (UTC)Ahahaha, Eurovision. We're back to the last place where we obviously belong. Not that I watched, but this is what I hear. :D
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Date: 2009-05-19 07:59 am (UTC)I think the UK came last last year. I feel it's a place of honour in Eurovision.