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Jul. 10th, 2009 05:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat_lair...I'm writing a scene where Spencer Smith is modelling something very much like Westwood and McLaren's bondage suit on a catwalk to the rhythm of Manson's Tainted Love cover. There's also a riding crop. DID I MENTION THAT THIS FIC IS RIDICULOUS?
...and over 11,000 words by now. Jesus wept.
*goes back to writing*
ETA: 12,000 words *gibbers hysterically*
ETA2: 13,000 JESUS FUCK JUST KISS
...and over 11,000 words by now. Jesus wept.
*goes back to writing*
ETA: 12,000 words *gibbers hysterically*
ETA2: 13,000 JESUS FUCK JUST KISS
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on 2009-07-10 05:06 pm (UTC)I APPROVE OF THESE SHENANIGANS.
'If this is wrong, I never want to be right' <- appropriate sentiment.
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on 2009-07-10 05:13 pm (UTC)Spencer Smith, get on with the programme. Someone needs to goth that boy up.
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on 2009-07-10 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-07-10 05:37 pm (UTC)He trails his fingertips over his belt, taps the crop against his own legs in beat to the drum line. Two quick steps, right to the edge, and then Spencer drops to a crouch, one hand on the ground for support, the other raising the crop in one smooth movement as he brings it down hard. The sound it makes hitting the stage mere inches from the front row more than matches the scream of the vocals as the song reaches its climax.
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on 2009-07-10 05:41 pm (UTC)but on the other hand I'm on painkillers so don't trust the drugy girl
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on 2009-07-10 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-07-10 06:45 pm (UTC)hee, i just saw this really adorably proud looking teenaged boy with an ankle long jacket, boots and a riding crop under one arm on my trip to porvoo last week. the weather was insanely hot that day, and what made the situation even sillier was that his friend was wearing just plain boy clothes, baggy plaid shorts, a tee and skater shoes, and eating an ice cream cone. quite the couple, just promenading down the cobblestone streets looking ridiculously mismatched. i positively cooed at them. ♥__♥
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on 2009-07-10 07:13 pm (UTC)Oh! Your story of mismatched teenage love is adorable. You so slashed them, didn't you?
Okay, okay, moar writing. 12,200 words and counting...
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on 2009-07-10 08:21 pm (UTC)WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. THAT'S HOT. I WOULD HIT THAT ALL WEEK LONG, THRICE ON SUNDAYS.
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on 2009-07-10 09:11 pm (UTC)...though they probably start with a puppy.
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on 2009-07-10 09:13 pm (UTC)MY OTP WILL NEVER DIE. Don't crush my dreams.
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on 2009-07-10 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-07-10 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-07-10 09:10 pm (UTC)...but the fic will be ready then. I mean, I will be completely deranged and wild-eyed but the fic will be finished. Yay?
PS. Spencer and Brendon have been busy (http://panicatthedisco.com/)
ETA: also ahahahaha Vivienne Westwood is on Jonathan Ross right now. IT'S A SIGNNNNNN
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on 2009-07-11 06:26 am (UTC)Yay on the fic. Will squish you when I see you.
Also hello there exclamation mark. I presume that's what Spencer and Brendon found in the basement.
It is now 7.25am and I am sitting here dressed like something out of the 1970s and eating a cheese sandwich. Cab arriving shortly to take me to the station to get the first train, then the bus, then the train. Next time will be so much easier because I will have a car!!!
See you later :d
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on 2009-07-13 04:23 pm (UTC)Spencer on a catwalk.... with a riding crop....
bondage suit....
please tell me you'll be finished soon
I may be implouding as we speak
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on 2009-07-15 01:57 pm (UTC)