Music, Recs
Do any of you, by chance, have Mirah's Joyride: Remixes cd? (or anything else by her, but particularly that)
ALSO, RECS:
from a great height, rain down by
provetheworst; PaTD, Interband, Brendon/Spencer; Apocalypse fic that doesn't quite have an apocalypse, pure brilliance.
He's not sure what else he'll need. Probably he can get by with just this. He picks up a bomber jacket, though, feeling jaunty, and pulls it on, testing the fit. It's nice and warm, and probably unnecessary in June, but he doesn't take it off. He wishes there were a mirror somewhere in the store.
The goggles fit snugly around his eyes and give everything a slight greenish cast. He tightens the knot on the old cotton strap before tying it again.
Brendon looks around one more time and then hefts the backpack up onto his shoulders. He feels brave, like an explorer.
He's about to leave and go back to the basement he's been hiding out in, but he turns, takes one last look around. He walks back over to the cash register and reaches out, very gently, and presses the cashier's eyelids shut.
Imagine We're Glorious by
giganticMusic, ; MCR, Bob/Frank/Jamia; High school AU, Bob and his girls.
Because it would be one thing if Frank just sometimes let Jamia play with his face, or if Frank was just kind of a neat-freak, or if Frank did just paint his nails with actual polish instead of liquid White-Out because he was a ridiculous perfectionist, but... Bob isn't entirely convinced that that's the case. Frank comes to Bob's house for dinner a couple weeks later, mouth sort of shiny, with heart-shaped studs in his ears. Afterward his parents ask Bob what's up with him, and Bob says that, no, he and his girlfriend play around, and Frank just doesn't mind it. Except the more that Bob's around Frank, the less he thinks it's all Jamia's influence.
Jamia is really cool girl, and she does like to look pretty. She does wear make-up and a dress or skirt when she pleases, but she isn't overtly girly in a way that means she also pushes her preferences off onto the people around her, and yet Frank is -- Frank's kind of dainty. He likes picking out accessories for Jamia at stores, paints his nails all different colors beyond just black. He seems to really dig bright things, the more Bob gets to know, draping soft scarves around himself and even trying on the stuff Jamia tries on in sizes that will fit him. For a while Bob thinks Frank's just funny and playful, but he starts to realize how naive he's being and finally asks Jamia at lunch one day.
Bob clears his throat and tries, "Have you ever noticed that Frank's kind of... " And Jamia watches him, not giving Bob any help as he tries to talk around what he means -- what he doesn't have words to explain. He says, "Frank's, um. The makeup and skirts in stores and, I don't know. It's sort of," and shrugs.
*muah*
ALSO, RECS:
from a great height, rain down by
provetheworst; PaTD, Interband, Brendon/Spencer; Apocalypse fic that doesn't quite have an apocalypse, pure brilliance.
He's not sure what else he'll need. Probably he can get by with just this. He picks up a bomber jacket, though, feeling jaunty, and pulls it on, testing the fit. It's nice and warm, and probably unnecessary in June, but he doesn't take it off. He wishes there were a mirror somewhere in the store.
The goggles fit snugly around his eyes and give everything a slight greenish cast. He tightens the knot on the old cotton strap before tying it again.
Brendon looks around one more time and then hefts the backpack up onto his shoulders. He feels brave, like an explorer.
He's about to leave and go back to the basement he's been hiding out in, but he turns, takes one last look around. He walks back over to the cash register and reaches out, very gently, and presses the cashier's eyelids shut.
Imagine We're Glorious by
giganticMusic, ; MCR, Bob/Frank/Jamia; High school AU, Bob and his girls.
Because it would be one thing if Frank just sometimes let Jamia play with his face, or if Frank was just kind of a neat-freak, or if Frank did just paint his nails with actual polish instead of liquid White-Out because he was a ridiculous perfectionist, but... Bob isn't entirely convinced that that's the case. Frank comes to Bob's house for dinner a couple weeks later, mouth sort of shiny, with heart-shaped studs in his ears. Afterward his parents ask Bob what's up with him, and Bob says that, no, he and his girlfriend play around, and Frank just doesn't mind it. Except the more that Bob's around Frank, the less he thinks it's all Jamia's influence.
Jamia is really cool girl, and she does like to look pretty. She does wear make-up and a dress or skirt when she pleases, but she isn't overtly girly in a way that means she also pushes her preferences off onto the people around her, and yet Frank is -- Frank's kind of dainty. He likes picking out accessories for Jamia at stores, paints his nails all different colors beyond just black. He seems to really dig bright things, the more Bob gets to know, draping soft scarves around himself and even trying on the stuff Jamia tries on in sizes that will fit him. For a while Bob thinks Frank's just funny and playful, but he starts to realize how naive he's being and finally asks Jamia at lunch one day.
Bob clears his throat and tries, "Have you ever noticed that Frank's kind of... " And Jamia watches him, not giving Bob any help as he tries to talk around what he means -- what he doesn't have words to explain. He says, "Frank's, um. The makeup and skirts in stores and, I don't know. It's sort of," and shrugs.
*muah*