writing (but don’t tell anyone)
so i started writing this frank-centric thing, right? and i was totally going to keep quiet about it and probably never show it to anyone because it will likely turn out badly, but then i thought of something. instead of giving me a thumbs up or a thumbs down, how about telling me where you think this fic might go or where you think it should go?
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hmmm. yes, i think frank will do something with his guitar. eventually. and there might be something gerard can do for frank. possibly.
ugh. ok, since i am such a whore for you, here's a bit more:
Two days later Frank hasn't left the house since the grocery store, and he's trying to remember what he'd done when LeATHERMOUTH had broken up about a year after they put out their one and only album. He knows he'd been home, between My Chem tours, and he has a vague idea that there'd been some drinking and maybe a bar fight that he'd possibly started. The problem is, now that My Chem is finished, Frank isn't angry so much as just really fucking sad. He doesn't call the others and ask them whether they made the right decision because he knows they did. He doesn't call his current funk depression because it's just a period of adjustment. Frank's lost his band and his wife and he thinks he's entitled to a little sadness. He'll get his shit together soon and figure out what to do with himself. In the meantime, Frank putters around his mom's house and sleeps and watches TV and doesn't play his guitars.
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*wants moooooore*
it's just so gooooood, gids.
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also, there might be more later. i'm feeling pretty okay about what i wrote yesterday, but i'm nervous about where it's going.
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\o/ why nervous? i don't know where it's going, but it seems to be heading in a good direction!
ps: i love that icon of frank's kneeeeeees.
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hmmm. it's going in a direction that will have most people hitting the back button, i think. but i don't care. it's what i want to write. i've posted more, btw.
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