Put him back together before you send him over here, though, OK? :D I really like his sweet swaggery front, and I'd be highly distressed if a fully broken and gibbering Gabe showed up on my doorstep - Not to worry, I'm a responsible top, I will totally put Gabe back together after breaking him... Um. Wait, did I actually just say that to you?
hos in different area codes - what, what, this needs to be a banner or an icon! POSSIBLY A BRIGHT PINK T-SHIRT.
I find Ryan and Brendon's Beatles mops endlessly amusing. I'm tempted to go stake out The Cavern (or possible the overpriced Beatles "museum") in Liverpool, because I'm convinced Ryan is going to drag the rest of them there for a pilgrimage... WHERE IS THE FIC FOR THIS? I would write it mylsef if I had time because the idea of Panic boys in Liverpool amuses me greatly and because I used to live there for almost four years and, well, the Duckmarine! (http://www.theyellowduckmarine.co.uk/home.htm) - don't even try to tell me Brendon wouldn't totally be up for that.
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The argument about the Bunny's name is as old as the bunny itself. Alex and Ryland found him one day, abandoned in the rubbish bins behind their high school. They both pretended not to care, because they were too cool and too old for soft toys, but in the end they talked themselves into fishing it out and washing it, under the pretence of taking it to a charity shop or maybe giving it to Alex's young cousin. The bunny went home with Ryland that first night and the next day when Alex came for a visit, its ears were peeking from under Ryland's pillow. He sneaked it into his school bag and took it with him when he went home that evening.
After that, it became a game, an inside joke, stealing the soft toy back and forth, trying to hide it, but never talking about it. After a while they drifted apart and the bunny-stealing became a sporadic instead of everyday occurrence. During the years they lost touch completely, the toy stayed with Alex. He didn't exactly sleep with it anymore, but he couldn't bring himself to throw it away either.
Once they met again, over a goddamn jar of pasta sauce (extra garlic) and six-pack of imported beer, Alex dug out the bunny from its box under his bed. They started hanging out again, talking about music, then making music. The first time Alex went over to Ryland's apartment, he was carrying his guitar case, a heart-full of plans about a band of their own, and Ralph.
***
Ahahaha, bondage with Gabe would be wrought with risk, it's true.
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on 2008-01-27 08:14 pm (UTC)Anyway, just had to get that off my chest.
Put him back together before you send him over here, though, OK? :D I really like his sweet swaggery front, and I'd be highly distressed if a fully broken and gibbering Gabe showed up on my doorstep - Not to worry, I'm a responsible top, I will totally put Gabe back together after breaking him... Um. Wait, did I actually just say that to you?
hos in different area codes - what, what, this needs to be a banner or an icon! POSSIBLY A BRIGHT PINK T-SHIRT.
I find Ryan and Brendon's Beatles mops endlessly amusing. I'm tempted to go stake out The Cavern (or possible the overpriced Beatles "museum") in Liverpool, because I'm convinced Ryan is going to drag the rest of them there for a pilgrimage... WHERE IS THE FIC FOR THIS? I would write it mylsef if I had time because the idea of Panic boys in Liverpool amuses me greatly and because I used to live there for almost four years and, well, the Duckmarine! (http://www.theyellowduckmarine.co.uk/home.htm) - don't even try to tell me Brendon wouldn't totally be up for that.
***
The argument about the Bunny's name is as old as the bunny itself. Alex and Ryland found him one day, abandoned in the rubbish bins behind their high school. They both pretended not to care, because they were too cool and too old for soft toys, but in the end they talked themselves into fishing it out and washing it, under the pretence of taking it to a charity shop or maybe giving it to Alex's young cousin. The bunny went home with Ryland that first night and the next day when Alex came for a visit, its ears were peeking from under Ryland's pillow. He sneaked it into his school bag and took it with him when he went home that evening.
After that, it became a game, an inside joke, stealing the soft toy back and forth, trying to hide it, but never talking about it. After a while they drifted apart and the bunny-stealing became a sporadic instead of everyday occurrence. During the years they lost touch completely, the toy stayed with Alex. He didn't exactly sleep with it anymore, but he couldn't bring himself to throw it away either.
Once they met again, over a goddamn jar of pasta sauce (extra garlic) and six-pack of imported beer, Alex dug out the bunny from its box under his bed. They started hanging out again, talking about music, then making music. The first time Alex went over to Ryland's apartment, he was carrying his guitar case, a heart-full of plans about a band of their own, and Ralph.
***
Ahahaha, bondage with Gabe would be wrought with risk, it's true.