airinshaw, posts by tag: patrick - LiveJournal

Jac: *Looking through Patrick tags on my del.icio.us* Pete hatless! Yes!
Me: Patrick.
Jac: What did I say?
Me: Pete.
Jac: Oh.
Jac: *A wee bit later* Pete looks weird without a hat
Me: It's Patrick!
Jac: Why correct me? I'M JUST GOING TO GET IT WRONG AGAIN.

The thing is? She's the one who got me into the freaking band! She's in love with Patrick. SHE KNOWS THEIR NAMES.

This in the same evening that she went to put a pan of food in the fridge instead of the oven. I love my sister LIKE WHOA.

Earlier we were watching the rest of the BBC Narnia and everyone was all "Yay! Aslan! You saved us!" And yet no one was saying "But we wouldn't have needed saving if you hadn't FUCKED OFF IN THE FUCKING FIRST PLACE YOU SHITTY FUCKING COCK!" which is what I would have been saying.

...well, if it was the BBC giant-teddy version. Maybe not the film actual(almost)-lion version. Because he might eat me. I might get a megaphone and shout it from afar before making a run for it.

"HEY ASLAN YOU GIANT FUCKER!" *Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun*

Jac: That dude's wearing a flag!
Me: *Looks up* Which dude?
Jac: There was a dude.
Me: Oh! He's wearing a flag too!
Jac: ...that's the same dude.
Me: Oh.
Jac: *Shakes head with pity* You're not that bright are you.
Me: *Sadly* No.

See the love?

So yesterday Jac, calathea and I all went to see Fall Out Boy in Edinburgh.

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So there we are - a 10-hour drive round trip, not getting back until 3:30am and having to be up at 9am to take the car back to the hire place. Too hot and not enough water and totally an utterly worth it.

This entry was brought to you by lack-of-sleep and cronic over-use of the word "seriously" by all of us.

I picked up my mum from her house earlier to go shopping and we ended up playing "Welcome to the Black Parade" far too loud and singing a lot to it like crazy fools. Then, when "House of Wolves" came on my mum cheered. I love my mum.

But I'm not here to talk about how much my mum is rocking MCR right now (a lot), rather to discuss some pictures.

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Title: Human Wreckage
Fandom: Bandslash - MCR & FOB
Pairings: Patrick/Gerard
Words: ~2000
Disclaimer: All made up in my brain.
Summary: When Gerard turns up at his door - duffle bag stuffed with any clothes he could find, clean or dirty - Patrick huffs a laugh and steps back to let Gerard through.

This fic arrived almost fully formed in my brain last night as I was trying to go to sleep. Thanks brain! Thank you again to the lovely strangecobwebs for betaing while at her work no less, and when she was just about to go home.


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