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Dear Neighbour,
While I heartily approve of your music choice and readily acknowledge that Billy Idol's Rebel Yell is indeed entirely rocking, might I still suggest that you turn your car stereo down an eensy, teensy bit when cruising down our street. Because some of us arewasting away our day writing smushy Ryan/Spencer vintage clothes shop AU and said soundtrack doesn't quite go with mood... (Except now I have a burning desire to see Spencer in 80s punk rocker gear ala Billy in this photo... AHAHAHAHAAAAA OR MAYBE THIS ONE! Y/Y? *finds a way to incorporate it into the fic*)
\m/
Kat
P.S. Oh Billy, be more ridiculously awesome!
*that's what they all say at first
While I heartily approve of your music choice and readily acknowledge that Billy Idol's Rebel Yell is indeed entirely rocking, might I still suggest that you turn your car stereo down an eensy, teensy bit when cruising down our street. Because some of us are
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Kat
P.S. Oh Billy, be more ridiculously awesome!
*that's what they all say at first
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on 2009-06-30 08:36 pm (UTC)TODAY'S TEASER:
on 2009-07-01 01:26 pm (UTC)The pants are tight, with a vague snakeskin pattern. Over them Spencer is wearing a black pleated kilt-type wraparound that barely reaches mid-thigh. Over that there is a seriously heavy-duty leather belt hanging off his hips. Like the jacket, the belt is garnished with metal links, quite clearly meant to carry an assortment of tools the purpose of which Spencer tries very hard not to think.
The ankle boots are the same midnight blue as the belt. They are also undeniably high-heeled and sparkly. Spencer is going to kill himself walking on them. As far as he’s concerned that humiliating death just can’t come soon enough.