a picture says 1000 words.

[behindthec]

write them.

what came to mind was "untimely confession."  i pictured a wedding reception.  (those flashbacks from pwf when ry and bren were at the wedding, and they were interrupted by shane?  like that.)  but obv, anything.

still considering starting that comm for people who want real concrit, who want to improve their writing.  i'd probably start moving prompts over there.

p.s. thank you all, so much. every comment and email helped, it really did.  more than you know.  you guys are fantastic.  i'll respond to the emails eventually. <3

ETA: mostly for becca and ally, but, MY BOSS BEING A DORK.  and more!  (i'm only allowed to leave it up for 2 days, so go enjoy.)

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[monamour-x.livejournal.com]

“Beautiful,” Ryan comments, and Brendon’s mouth twitches.

The melody falters and the younger boy lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head and dropping his hands from the piano. He rolls his head to grin widely at Ryan and then giggles to himself, again.

“You’re so strange,” Ryan tells him, rolling his eyes fondly.

“Strange and drunk,” Brendon corrects, then laughs again. Ryan’s not sure if this is something to be pointing out proudly, but he doesn’t say anything and just softly smiles back at his band mate.

“Never a good combo,” Ryan adds.

Brendon makes a face. “I can be stranger, you know, my dear friend Ryan.”

“Well, you can’t be any more drunk,” Ryan mumbles under his breath and Brendon, drunk and distracted, doesn’t hear him. Then, the older boy raises and eyebrow and pretends to study Brendon. It’s another few seconds before he speaks again. “I doubt it,” he concludes.

Brendon just smirks in response. Ryan immediately recognizes that face. It’s the face the singer always gets whenever he feels “put up to a challenge.” It’s his competitive face and, if you ask Ryan, is highly unnecessary under the circumstances.

Placing his hands back on the piano, Brendon shimmies his ass against the bench and gives one last knowing glance in Ryan’s direction before starting out a simple melody. Ryan’s about to ask what the musician is doing, and why he is being so goddamn weird about it, until he recognizes the song. And before he can even begin to protest, Brendon is singing.

[lolab.livejournal.com]

E;LKAJSVJAWR A;EJFP EIOAJ WPOIRJ APWOIJAPOI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT. why do you always write what i love. i love you. moar. nao. pls. need. NEED MOAR.

[monamour-x.livejournal.com]

*yawns* *stretches* *snuggles*

bed now...long day...no energy...so sleepy...

tomorrows friday...means lots of time to write, mmkay? that should make you smile. :)

love you, too. <3