braaaaaains
Aug. 24th, 2007 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mimesereHey! You know what I'm never doing again? Drinking coffee. Jesus wept. I did not get to sleep until FIVE AM. And I woke up 10 minutes ago and have to be at work in 40. Did I do anything productive while not asleep, like writing more of the pillow book-esque story? No. No I did not. Mostly I lay there going, "WHY AM I NOT ASLEEP? THIS SUCKS."
So, in conclusion:brains.
*
Dear Patrick Stump,
You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman.
Love,
S.
Seriously. Everything I've ever wanted in a woman.
a brief excerpt:
Pete's off his game all through the first two sets and watching Patrick lean casually into Travis during the third makes Pete pull his hood up and his sleeves down. Stupid, his brain says. Cliche. You shut the fuck up, he tells himself, and he makes a mental note to call his therapist. "I did a stupid thing," he'll tell her and she won't be surprised at all.
He's not looking when Travis reaches up and tugs at the ends of Patrick's hair, when he touches the ink on the back of Patrick's neck, when Patrick glances at Pete. What Pete sees is when Patrick laughs up at Travis and Travis nudges the brim of Patrick's hat a little to the side. "Looking good," says Travis and Patrick laughs and it slides it's way under Pete's skin and into his bones like bass turned all the way up.
The show that night is amazing. Patrick takes everything Pete has and throws it out into the audience, bringing Joe and Andy in, putting himself in, and pulling them all tighter and tighter, working the stage and the crowd until Pete can't tell where he leaves off and everyone else starts. But that's always been Patrick, tearing things down and mixing things up until Pete finds himself nowhere he expected to be and loving every second of it.
So, in conclusion:brains.
*
Dear Patrick Stump,
You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman.
Love,
S.
Seriously. Everything I've ever wanted in a woman.
a brief excerpt:
Pete's off his game all through the first two sets and watching Patrick lean casually into Travis during the third makes Pete pull his hood up and his sleeves down. Stupid, his brain says. Cliche. You shut the fuck up, he tells himself, and he makes a mental note to call his therapist. "I did a stupid thing," he'll tell her and she won't be surprised at all.
He's not looking when Travis reaches up and tugs at the ends of Patrick's hair, when he touches the ink on the back of Patrick's neck, when Patrick glances at Pete. What Pete sees is when Patrick laughs up at Travis and Travis nudges the brim of Patrick's hat a little to the side. "Looking good," says Travis and Patrick laughs and it slides it's way under Pete's skin and into his bones like bass turned all the way up.
The show that night is amazing. Patrick takes everything Pete has and throws it out into the audience, bringing Joe and Andy in, putting himself in, and pulling them all tighter and tighter, working the stage and the crowd until Pete can't tell where he leaves off and everyone else starts. But that's always been Patrick, tearing things down and mixing things up until Pete finds himself nowhere he expected to be and loving every second of it.
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Date: 2007-08-24 06:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-24 06:19 pm (UTC)OMG, WANT.
*flails*
Sheila, SOMEONE TOOK DOWN THE MONSTER AT THE END OF THIS BOOK SITE.
I am made of :-(.
Possibly I will have to read it over the phone to you. We can have storytime!
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Date: 2007-08-24 07:57 pm (UTC)THE WAYBACK MACHINE.
the first couple of pages (click through)
the last page
...Some are missing, though. It makes me :-(.
P.S. I think I may need time travel help later. *whimper*
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Date: 2007-08-24 11:11 pm (UTC)totally made an icon sized version of that tour art, too.
(the big piece i just cut out of the wyt bg img) FORTY-THREE ICON SPACES IS NOT NEARLY ENOUGH. i have like. twenty or so icons just waiting for me to buy space for them. and they are also bandwhatever. and none of them are of panic!. (i am trying really hard to like panic!. i am.) i made an icon out of that picture of patrick for you.
now i am staring at my open AU file and at the twenty awesome icons i'm not using and thinking about going to get applications FROM THE MALL KILL ME NOW and hoping you are going to have an excellent time getting soused on candy alcohol [try this: tell the bartender you want midori, southern comfort, sour, and sprite. it's called a horny southerner. it does, in fact, taste like candy. also good: splash hot damn, passionfruit malibu, peach schnapps, cranberry, pineapple. name: hot passionate sex. peach lemonade: absolut peach, peach schnapps, lemonade. lemonade can be made with sour and artificial sweetener. also good: pomegranate liqueur, banana malibu (or creme de banana), and red bull (called the napalm bomb). if no red bull, cranberry and pineapple with a splash of grenadine (called the iwo jima). these are all my recipes. um. i liked being a mixologist. a lot. wish i'd liked being a bartender that much.]
also, the pillow book story? can be what you're writing for me, if you want. unless you're writing it for anna, in which case, I WILL PICK SOMETHING ELSE.
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Date: 2007-08-25 04:54 am (UTC)