Mikey doesn't look up as he says, "The canon needed ammo."
"You did that without me?" Frank protests, and then catches himself, because his oranges. Though, that doesn't explain the fake bacon.
"We experimented with aerodynamics, to see if a tail made a difference," Mikey says, as if he's tapped into Frank's thoughts. Hell, maybe he has. Deciding to test that theory, Frank starts to think about Gerard - in detail and glorious close-up. Mikey stops texting, looking thoughtful. "We're trying real bacon next time, to see if density makes a difference. And that's fucking disgusting."
"What is?" Gerard asks, stumbling into the lounge. He's pulled on yesterday's - last week's - last month's - outfit and is scratching at his balls through his jeans, his eyes mostly closed.
"Frank was thinking about you naked," Mikey says, going back to his frantic texting, and then, "Pete says next time think harder."
- turps' Like a Bunk and Cramped Sleeping
Real life is more of a challenge than I expected. I think I will update again with a final round up once BBB has posted? If that’s okay with everyone?
Anyway, this week we have:
Exposed by darkrosaleen, FOB/Gym Class Heroes, Patrick/Travie, prompt: vulnerability
Bandom Half-Blood AU by whisperfade, FOB, Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, William Beckett/Gabe Saporta, Frank Iero/Gerard Way, prompt: tbc
We had plans last Monday. For the first time in a while we had nearly a full day to ourselves, the only thing planned was a meet up with Corey, have dinner and then go pay the bond for his new place. Then James got sick. He's got a chest infection, so the bond got paid over the phone and he's pretty much slept since then. He's on antibiotics and an inhaler, so hopefully will start feeling better soon.
Then mam also got a chest infection, but of course with her it was much more serious and she barely escaped being sent to hospital again.
The gym is still going well. The attendant told me last week weekend afternoons tended to be really quiet, and she was right as last Sunday I pretty much had the place to myself. Which meant I got to try out new machines that I wasn't confident about. The rowers were hard, though I think my technique could have been at fault there. I'm very dubious about the cross trainer as it felt like I was going to be thrown off, and the stair climber kills me! But I've used the later two a few more times since then, though I haven't tried the rower again.
James has been nominated for an award at work, so we have invites to a glitzy do at the end of October. Which is great, but we both need evening dress. I don't have evening dress. Sigh.
Game of Thrones is making me happy this season. Also concerned as I get the horrible feeling bad things are going to happen -- because it's Game of Thrones and bad things always happen. ( cut for spoilers )
I'm also continuing to love Killjoys and last week Masterchef Australia started, episode 1 of no doubt 7076720 and the start of the slow slide into autumn and winter, when the winner will finally be revealed. What with that, the Strictly celebs being announced and Bake Off being advertised it really does feel like the media autumn is within touching distance. I still don't like Bake Off in on C4, though. That is so wrong.
I've been to see Everything, Everything and The Dark Tower recently. The first was okay, the second. Well, that's a few hours of my life I'll never get back.
I'm off to a party tonight, but hopefully will catch up on reading/comments tomorrow.
What is your preference regarding first person narrative?
I do not like 1st person narrative. period.
I like it ok in profic, but I don't like it in fanfic
I like it ok in profic or fanfic.
I LOVE 1ST PERSON NARRATIVE. PERIOD.
Pairing: Joe Trohman/Gabe Saporta
Summary: AU. one-shot. People older than them talk about a place that used to exist. The United States of America. Grown ups remember it; to everyone else, it's just a story. And not even a very good one.
Warnings: language? middling-to-very explicit mentions of consensual bloodplay.
Notes: the product of several conversations, centering on the lamentable lack of gabe/joe in the world. and the need for "less high melodrama bloodplay". this hits the first, and...maybe the second. i'll get around to posting it on ao3 soon, but have it here in the meantime.
( the city—it was still and clean, new and clean, bright and clean and clean and clean as the blood on my face )
Recently created pages: The Dove Keeper, A Splitting of the Mind, we_are_cities, Wednesday-verse, toeveryletter, The Umbrella Academy
Currently on my to-do list: The Heart Rate of a Mouse; check rareslashpairs, slashypunkboys, mychemicalslash for trends; other popular fics not accounted for? I'm Not Okay AUs?
Since I'm not a PATD fan, this timeline is probably skewed in favor of MCR fandom.
Everyone's fine except Poison, and Ray tells her he's had worse.
So there's really nothing to be scared about, and she's not.
She's seven now, probably, or close enough that she's too old to be scared of stupid stuff like that. Definitely too old to be scared of the dark. Ray doesn't say anything when she creeps into his room that night, though - just scoots over on the mattress and tucks his hair behind him so it's not taking up the whole pillow.
When Poison finally wakes up the next afternoon, wrecked and pale, the first thing he says is: "Shitfucking cocksucker."
The second thing, after Kobra tells him what happened, is: "We gotta teach the kid how to drive."
- zrt's measured out in miles
Not that it got to a good start as we weren't booked on the system, but one of the men who worked in the gym was there and happy to give us the tour and work on our goals and memberships.
In all that took around 3 hours, and he was great. He did have some extreme views about nutrition and how often that could help when medicine can't. But, at the same time, he admitted that the views were extreme, and kept saying we had to research everything and not take his -- or anyone's -- word as gospel.
He made me feel really relaxed and worked out a programme for both me and James based on what he thought we could manage. Mine includes the recumbent bike, the treadmill, and leg strength work on the weight machines. When he was showing us the equipment he said he could tell I'd relaxed because when I was on the bike I was smiling, and I was. No one was looking, no one gave a damn that I was sitting there and doing exercise in a gym. It was just good and achievable and I felt a foot taller when leaving.
Then later we called into the local gym I'm going to be using -- the induction was done at the bigger one the next town over -- and I gave my workout a try. I also checked out where the lockers were, the changing room situation, doing those little things that had been worrying me, like starting machines off on my own.
Then this morning I walked down on my own and spent a good hour doing my own thing. And again, no one was laughing or looking and I just got on with things. I even tried out the arm weight machines and felt comfortable and happy as I moved to each new thing. I bought myself a water bottle but must remember a small towel next time because I had to keep wiping the seats off with the edge of my t-shirt which really wasn't a good look.
But I did it, and am chuffed at myself.
Thank you to everyone who gave advice and encouragement in my last post. Yesterday was the first time I'd ever stepped foot in a gym, and it was hard and scary. But today it wasn't at all, and I'd have never have got to that point without all of your help.
Oh, and this is the outfit I went with in the end. Modelled just after I'd left the blood donation place.