and i'm starting to scare myself
Pete Wentz was in my dream as I was waking up this morning. What. The fuck. Seriously not on, subconscious. Not on! And it was at one of those visceral moments that actually get remembered, so I'm sitting here trying to read fic and getting all distracted by flashbacks to him asking needling questions about my self-esteem issues (but in a sort of sweet way, somehow). And kissing my collarbone, just once, firm-but-chaste. Just, what?
Speaking of things that make me want to go /o\, I've also been trying to avoid thinking too hard about the fact of having read fic that includes the Dresden Dolls. Because I was into the Dolls way before I'd ever heard of bandom, hadn't even really started reading fic, back when I lived in Boston, and the degrees of real-life separation between me and them are just way too few for comfort. So. Weird.
Speaking of things that make me want to go /o\, I've also been trying to avoid thinking too hard about the fact of having read fic that includes the Dresden Dolls. Because I was into the Dolls way before I'd ever heard of bandom, hadn't even really started reading fic, back when I lived in Boston, and the degrees of real-life separation between me and them are just way too few for comfort. So. Weird.