HELLS MOTHERFUCKING YES. So, yes, okay, I may or may not have spent my Saturday night eating noodles at the kitchen table while
exstasis read me summaries of Fall Out Boy AUs, but -- sometimes you win some, too, is what I'm saying, 'cause goddamn. That was the best show I have been to in years.
Also, hi, I live in Toronto now! Further updates, y'know,
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<- not at all posting this across the table from the biyatch.
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"I don't know," Pete says. He grins, bright and cheerful, his teeth too white for the alley where they're talking. "I haven't been inspected forensically before."
Greg glances over his shoulder. Gil is hunkered down over the pavement, sniffing something. He turns back. "Guys," he says, "I just need to know where you were on Wednesday."
Ryan is looking at Pete; in a move straight out of a forties starlet playbook, he closes his eyes and opens them looking at Greg. His eyelashes are a dark fringe around his eyes, heavy with mascara and liner. "I know where I want to be tonight," he says. Pete brays with laughter. Greg's fingers slip on his notebook and pencil.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YES. THE ENNNNNNND. Nothing can beat that. NOTHING.
I am squirming around in my seat, snorting with the effort of repressing my giggles, because then my father will demand to be read my pornfiction. And I'm not sharing!
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And p.s. how is even just the bottom of your face gorgeous?? The universe sucks at evenly bestowing favours among mortals.
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