I would like to say a few things
1. I will no longer refrain from posting Singer/Shane on slashatthedisco, since in the past I've seen het. And not het as a side pairing, but het as the actual pairing with no slash side pairings. If you can post Ryan/female, I can post Singer/Shane.
2. Big Bang is coming close, so close. I'm at about 19k, but I'm at a pivotal plot moment, so I think I have at least another 5k to go. But adorable Shane is adorable and broken Brendon is broken.
3. “I think I'm sick,” Alex sniffles as he wanders out of their bedroom. “I think Marshall got me sick.”
“Stop making out with Marshall,” Brendon says without looking up from the bowl he's packing.
Shane jabs Brendon in the chest. “He did not.”
“Marsh doesn't roll that way,” Cash supplies. “But he did get Singer sick.”
“I hate you all,” Alex says, and he already sounds nasally. He sneezes. “Oh, gross,” he says, looking at his hand. “Ew.”
“Alex,” Shane starts. “You, um, have a little something on your face.” He doesn't really want to look, because it's not a little something at all. It looks like it might be all the snot in the world.
“Oh god,” Alex moans weakly before running into the bathroom.
“Dude, that was fucking gross,” Brendon says as he finishes packing the bowl and loading it into the bong. “It's like he just snotted out half his body weight.”
“Sounds about right. Soon he's going to be coughing up mucus,” Cash says.
“Ew,” Brendon and Shane both say.
“You're telling me. I was the one driving when Marsh hocked a big one up on the windshield. I nearly killed us all.”
4. The Cablets need to make their headlining tour official. Right now.
2. Big Bang is coming close, so close. I'm at about 19k, but I'm at a pivotal plot moment, so I think I have at least another 5k to go. But adorable Shane is adorable and broken Brendon is broken.
3. “I think I'm sick,” Alex sniffles as he wanders out of their bedroom. “I think Marshall got me sick.”
“Stop making out with Marshall,” Brendon says without looking up from the bowl he's packing.
Shane jabs Brendon in the chest. “He did not.”
“Marsh doesn't roll that way,” Cash supplies. “But he did get Singer sick.”
“I hate you all,” Alex says, and he already sounds nasally. He sneezes. “Oh, gross,” he says, looking at his hand. “Ew.”
“Alex,” Shane starts. “You, um, have a little something on your face.” He doesn't really want to look, because it's not a little something at all. It looks like it might be all the snot in the world.
“Oh god,” Alex moans weakly before running into the bathroom.
“Dude, that was fucking gross,” Brendon says as he finishes packing the bowl and loading it into the bong. “It's like he just snotted out half his body weight.”
“Sounds about right. Soon he's going to be coughing up mucus,” Cash says.
“Ew,” Brendon and Shane both say.
“You're telling me. I was the one driving when Marsh hocked a big one up on the windshield. I nearly killed us all.”
4. The Cablets need to make their headlining tour official. Right now.