a picture says 1000 words.
Jan. 22nd, 2009 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
behindthecwrite 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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Date: 2009-01-22 05:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 05:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-22 05:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 06:10 pm (UTC)also, that chair IS pretty awesome.
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:14 pm (UTC)my chair is epic. it spins, too.
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:17 pm (UTC)ill, i wants it as my computer chair.
BTW, i saw the Harry Potter trailer at the movies yesterday and nearly cried. my dad's fiancee thinks i'm a big nerdbot, now, but it was amazing. i almost esploded.
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 06:49 pm (UTC)<3<3<3
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Date: 2009-01-22 07:07 pm (UTC)what job do you have?
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Date: 2009-01-22 07:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 07:16 pm (UTC)yeah, i`m not very peppy. and cheerleading is supposedly the most dangerous sport to play.
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Date: 2009-01-22 07:26 pm (UTC)and then this whole huge GUHWTFDOIDO kind of thing goes on, angst, and the wedding is gonna be somewhere around that gorgeous area.
and of course, the cliche meeting there and brendon will be all 'i don't want to forget that, i want you, blah blah' and then a kiss and awwwwww.
idk. xDDDD
CHEESE.<3
^ randommm.
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Date: 2009-01-22 07:38 pm (UTC)i'd never peg bden as the one to get married; i'd figure it'd be ryan. but dude, just, yes, it sounds awesome, WRITE IT, I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER.
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:06 pm (UTC)but i can totally see brendon just staring at ryan with these gorgeous eyes like "we fucked last night and you know you loved it and i have been waiting since i met you in that pink fob shirt, dood".
so, i think i just might make ryro the bride. :D
i obvs have some obsession with ryan and his fangirl fob shirt, seriously, omfg.(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 08:11 pm (UTC)me too.(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 08:15 pm (UTC)sdfbkgjlkldsgb.
and im nowhere near done with em. but, guh, ill try.
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 08:44 pm (UTC)MY BRAIN JUST WENT BLANK.
im thinking Tom. which makes no sense. xDDD(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-22 08:49 pm (UTC)OMG YOU'RE WRITING. I'M EXCITED. GIVE ME IT NAO.
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:53 pm (UTC)xDDD
think of someone else!
i wants to make Ryan the bride, geezus.<3
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Date: 2009-01-22 09:07 pm (UTC)idk who else! ummmmm.... alex greenwald? :P
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Date: 2009-01-22 09:24 pm (UTC)ooooh, kay! :D
first sneak;
The thought of getting married gets my stomach all fucked up.
I mean, it's not like I don't want to, because fuck, I sure as hell do; it's just that.. whoa. I mean, I'm getting fucking married, there's no way out of this, if I'm married, that's it. The thought of ever facing a divorce makes my insides cringe, which is why I decided to think about this "thoroughly".
Which, ended up being a few minutes.
Seriously, you try to think when Alex fucking Greenwald is on his knees, jesus christ, holding out this extremely pretty ring in this adorable little box, on your porch, with a fucking sunset starting (yeah, he planned all this shit out, fuck) with his eyes just totally begging and, ugh.
But, it was amazing and I didn't cry because, psh, why the hell would I cry? That's just, no. Okay maybe, like, 3 tears, but, whatever! It was ridiculously easy to just agree and to have myself jump right into his arms and, wow. It was kind of one of those weird, cliche moments in movies, which sucks because I would have to think back to it in only good ways, nothing to complain about, which sucks, again, because I was born a complainer and a whiner. Not that I would admit that out loud.
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I'm trying to fucking open up a jar of peanut butter and the shit is not fucking agreeing with me. Letting out this weird whimper from the back of my throat, I bite my bottom lip roughly and try to twist the plastic cap again. I feel my long ass fingers (which really should be useful right now but they're so not) start to burn from the rubbing against the material and I hiss, nearly dropping the thing on the floor as I take a look at my hand just to see how red my skin is now.
"Are you shitting me?" I hear suddenly and I look up, immediately frowning and rolling my eyes as I meet piercing blue orbs.
"Fuck you!" I retort as Spencer starts to giggle, smiling like this is the funniest shit on earth as he walks towards me, holding out his hand for the jar and I take it away from his reach, glaring.
Spencer rolls his eyes, "Dude, we both know you're not gonna open it, gimme."
I pout and my best friend gets the glass jar from me; Spencer's eyes meet mine as he smiles, raising his eyebrows gently and as soon as his huge, strong, drum-playing hand wraps around the cap, I spit out, "I'm getting married."
And really, I'd laugh if my own stomach didn't just fucking explode; where the fuck did that come from?
I don't really notice what happened until I feel shards of glass hit my legs slightly, not cutting thankfully, but enough to rip my eyes away from Spencer but as soon as I look up again, I wish I didn't. Spencers eyes. They're wide open, much like his mouth, and he's just kind of gaping at me, with this extremely blank expression on his face.
I blink a few thousand times, swallowing before continuing, "U-Um, y'know, Alex p-proposed last night, and -"
I'm not really allowed to continue because Spencer seriously fucking squeaks. It rips out of his throat like a squeal and I flinch, kinda, a small smile coming on my face.
"Holy fucking shit, Ross, are you shitting me?!" Spencer screams and before I can answer, the kid is totally fucking fangirling and he wraps his strong arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him and I just laugh, hugging him back before he squeals again and guh, this is Spencer fucking Smith, dude, seriously.
When he backs away, his eyes are totally fucking twinkling, which is adorable enough before he goes, "Gah, dude, I. Fuck, I don't even -"
"I want you to be my best man," I state, my eyes wide and a huge smile on my face as Spencer totally squeals again before screaming, "Fuck yes!"
Seriously, I should get married a lot more often.
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y/n?
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Date: 2009-01-22 09:33 pm (UTC)precious, bb. :D
moar pls.