All that's keeping me off the floor is this cup of coffee and this slice of pie
It's been a terrible day, so in lieu of a live broadcast of my meltdown, I thought I'd follow in tuesdaysgone's footsteps and do the Works in Progress Meme. As usual, I have too many stories going at once, but here are the major players.
Big Bang:
Frank takes his hand out of his pocket and extends it toward Gerard. Gerard smiles sweetly, and Frank grasps his hand. It feels like his world is filled with a hundred ravens, a hundred loud knocks on a hundred doors. When the noise is gone and he can think again, he opens his eyes and realizes he's pressing his face into Gerard's scarves at the joint of his neck and shoulder. Gerard has a hand stroking gently up and down in the middle of Frank's back.
"You realize," a stern voice says, "That this is not your brother."
Turtles (All the Way Down):
There were two problems with being the de facto owner of Ray Kowalski's turtle. The first problem was the de facto part, since there were a surprising number of people interested in being the de jure owner. (This became an issue in Frannie's case in particular, because she thought everyone meant du jour, and was concerned the turtle was going to become soup.) The second problem was that the turtle had kind of an attitude.
Ghost Frank part 3:
"Frankie?" A voice says, and Frank turns on instinct, even though he's not supposed to. A ragged looking guy in a well-worn and mis-buttoned shirt comes shuffling down the aisle. He peers at Frank for a minute, as if confirming his first impression, and then says, "Hi Frankie."
"Hey, James," Frank says, taking off his sunglasses.
Gerard watches as they stare at each other for another long moment. "I went to your funeral," James says.
"How was it?" Frank asks.
James shrugs. "I was sorry you died," he says. "So you need rice, you know, in the afterlife?"
the thing about former band managers:
Kyle looks pleased, quiet, smiling. Brian gets the kid a handful of paper towels and claps him on the shoulder, because he's the manager, and he just saved another band from an untimely meltdown. It hardly mattered if he did it on his knees.
The story that will inevitably become Frank/Gerard/Grant:
"You should ask him out after the blocking today," Mikey says. "You guys can go to that coffee shop."
"And then you can blow him in the car," Frank says.
"I'm not blowing Grant Morrison in his car," Gerard says.
"You've never have a problem blowing me in the car," Frank says, looking offended.
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Big Bang:
Frank takes his hand out of his pocket and extends it toward Gerard. Gerard smiles sweetly, and Frank grasps his hand. It feels like his world is filled with a hundred ravens, a hundred loud knocks on a hundred doors. When the noise is gone and he can think again, he opens his eyes and realizes he's pressing his face into Gerard's scarves at the joint of his neck and shoulder. Gerard has a hand stroking gently up and down in the middle of Frank's back.
"You realize," a stern voice says, "That this is not your brother."
Turtles (All the Way Down):
There were two problems with being the de facto owner of Ray Kowalski's turtle. The first problem was the de facto part, since there were a surprising number of people interested in being the de jure owner. (This became an issue in Frannie's case in particular, because she thought everyone meant du jour, and was concerned the turtle was going to become soup.) The second problem was that the turtle had kind of an attitude.
Ghost Frank part 3:
"Frankie?" A voice says, and Frank turns on instinct, even though he's not supposed to. A ragged looking guy in a well-worn and mis-buttoned shirt comes shuffling down the aisle. He peers at Frank for a minute, as if confirming his first impression, and then says, "Hi Frankie."
"Hey, James," Frank says, taking off his sunglasses.
Gerard watches as they stare at each other for another long moment. "I went to your funeral," James says.
"How was it?" Frank asks.
James shrugs. "I was sorry you died," he says. "So you need rice, you know, in the afterlife?"
the thing about former band managers:
Kyle looks pleased, quiet, smiling. Brian gets the kid a handful of paper towels and claps him on the shoulder, because he's the manager, and he just saved another band from an untimely meltdown. It hardly mattered if he did it on his knees.
The story that will inevitably become Frank/Gerard/Grant:
"You should ask him out after the blocking today," Mikey says. "You guys can go to that coffee shop."
"And then you can blow him in the car," Frank says.
"I'm not blowing Grant Morrison in his car," Gerard says.
"You've never have a problem blowing me in the car," Frank says, looking offended.
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