I sure do like pumpkins, Cotton.

[mimesere]

have been annoyingly emo the past couple days. In an effort to overcome, I changed my LJ layout ("electioneering" from over at thefulcrum), added new icons, changed my default icon, and wrote more bob/patrick fic that probably won't get finished, 'cause it's pretty terrible.

the keywords for this icon are "cobra commander" because it makes me laugh. Oh Gabe Saporta, how so awesome?


"Hey, emo kid," says Patrick; when Bob opens his eyes, he's right *there*, and they haven't been this close since the summer. Patrick's maybe thinking the same thing, 'cause he smiles a little and tugs on Bob's hair again. "Cheer the fuck up and *come on*."

"Are you giving me shit about my *hair*?" asks Bob.

Patrick rolls his eyes and nudges up the brim of his hat. "I give everyone shit about their hair. Have you seen my band? Those follically-blessed assholes can eat me."

Gerard is wheezing next to them, flapping the hand with the cigarette like he's trying to use sign language or something. Bob can't make out what he's saying through the giggles, so he flips him off in the understanding that a solid fuck you is always an appropriate response. Patrick echoes him and follows it up with, "I hope all your hair falls out, you chemical dye abusing mother fucker."

This just sets Gerard off more and Bob decides to do something to get him back later. Frank's a fucking traitor and can't be trusted not to go tell Gerard, so he's out as conspirator, Ray's no good at it, and Mikey will come up with something brilliant but totally undoable, so he's out, too. "Hey," Bob says, "who's your band's evil genius?" And okay, maybe he should clarify it a little more, but Patrick speaks Bob pretty well and--

"Andy," says Patrick, no hesitation at all. "He's good for the stuff that's not permanent or naked."


ooh ooh, also, I have an action figure of Justice Lord Shayera, which means that my Justice Lord collection is complete. Including Never Really Existed Justice Lord Flash.

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*clings back pathetically* I miss you like I would my *torso*.