Post #202

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Fic:

Too Much Green to Feel Blue (Pete/Patrick, Power Rangers)
2%, non-fat, or the end of the world? (Brendon+Spencer)

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[anonymous]

pstump/gabe

because its been far too long since new fic about them as been posted.

The Mad Ones (mini-fill)

[anonymous]

Sometimes with Gabe, he catches himself wondering where Patrick went.

He's used to being made up of loveworn folk songs and sensible sweaters. Talking fast and silly but living slowly, quietly, sweetly. There's a lot of reading, playing and creating music by himself. Many park benches. Life with Gabe is stumbling drunkenly, no-no-no-more-shots-okay-one-more-I-guess and the cheers that follow, it's like that passage in Kerouac that he only dimly remembers (because Kerouac makes him think of Pete, like dark tattoos and every moody black haired boy he'll ever see again, and his heart and mind are in firm agreement that it's best not to go there, not anytime soon) about burning, burning, burning, exploding like spiders across the stars. 'The only people for me are the mad ones,' or something like that, and Patrick has always liked the sound of it. He has always wanted to live more, to be better, and Gabe is all the mad ones and spider stars condensed into one person. He jumps off bridges for fun. Gabe kisses him and his brain swishes