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Title: I Hope When You Think of Me
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Check My Phone (and You Keep Calling)

Written by me, beta'd by exorcise  . Commission for Sweet Charity.

Pairing: Pete/Ashlee/Patrick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Polyamoury (if you're not into that), canon!kidfic
Summary: “What do you think of her?” || “Who? Ashlee? She’s fine. And not addicted to anything, which is pleasant.”

( Honey is for bees, silly bear )

I have spent my entire day so far smiling stupidly at idiot nerdy awkward romances and too many pictures and people trying and failing to dance in front of thousands of people live. *____* My life. This on top of a setlist I seriously stole off a motherfucking stage at a concert, because I'm hardcore.

Hopefully popping over to San Fransisco next ( Read more... )

I’ve written eight thousand words of a Regency-era Firefly AU. (Yes, dodificus, that one.) Inara just came on the scene. This might kill me.

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My father called. Wanted to speak to my mother. Didn’t ask who I was, and I didn’t tell him.

( For out first conversation - well. )

First and foremost: FALL OUT BOY TICKETS. FOR THREE DAYS BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY.

Second, I attended a concert by The 5 Browns tonight. They are a set of five, three sisters and two brothers, all Julliard-trained virtuoso pianists. Their Danse Macabre nearly moved me to tears. Except that I sat through two hours of watching them watch each other, ( Read more... )

People have been setting up their bigbang filters. So, this year is my first time doing bigbang, and I'm doing one for SPN and one for bandom.

I haven't said anything so far, about either of them, really, but I just know that I'm going to break down and whine about it, so.

Poll LIED'S BIGBANG WHIRLIGIG
Thing is, if there aren't very many people in either of them separately, I ( Read more... )

LOLOL My brother needed to find a poem about sound, so I gave him the lyrics to Dead On Arrival. Then, he needed to annotate them. I told him to underline all the words that had to do with sound and write whatever they made him think of.

( He came up with nothing. )

While in bed last night, obviously listening to a bunch of bandom songs, my mind wandered and I determined three things:

1) My involvement in bandom has humanized the artists, which means that I'm involved on the personal level. I automatically try to interpret lyrics based on the artists' public persona and history instead of any creative... ( Read more... )