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why_me_why_notOmg, I don't even know where to START with this day!
So, downsides of the day include having to work my shitty job (I told Teresa today that I didn't make all the sacrifices I did over the last year and a half just to end up in a job where not only am I seeing my kids for less than an hour a day, but my med schedule is being fucked with, so she shouldn't plan on me taking the job seriously. It's totally temporary), the fucking humidity, taking my ring off last night and forgetting to put it back on this morning so I freaked out all day not having it to fidget with,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shutyourface's phone was being stupid, and... okay, so it was actually an awesome day, so I can't even think of any more downsides!
I guess I'll start at the beginning.
reallythateasy is so awesome and she started telling me the CUTEST Bob/Frank story last night and she kept me entertained with it throughout the day. I <3 her.
Then when I took lunch, there was a multitude of awesomeness waiting for me: a voicemail from someone about a Real Job -- I have an interview in the morning! -- that I had just applied for and some little band called The Used (yall may have heard of them?) POSTED US TOUR DATES! Which, obviously, resulted in much grinning and giddiness and checking tour dates and the calendar and such.
Cue me smiling insanely for the rest of the afternoon.
THEN. On my last break I had a voicemail from ANOTHER job that I've applied for, with info about coming in to take assessment testing. SCORE! Plus, my Daddy ended up calling while I was on break, and he's back in town and told me to come by tomorrow after work for money and veggies.
And then I came home to catch most of Secret Life and spend some time checking airfare and whatnot. And looking at OLD pictures with Mom. And then watched Raising the Bar and went to Walmart. I have a shirt! Tomorrow, I will have a Team Zack shirt!
OH! Anddanacias's tweets made me stupidly excitedly happy for the second night in a row. I'm kinda ridiculous about that Brendon kid.
Here is my decision on The Used. As much as I want to go to LA to see them (seriously, my friends are the best friends), that show is in the middle of the week. The Houston show is on a Friday, and thus much more easily workable schedule wise. But I WANNA GO TO LA! Seriously, I'm gonna go crash Crash's life (Crys + Ash = CRASH *g*) for like a full week after the first of the year. IT'S MY MISSION! But yeah, The Used in Texas. :) I even remembered to askirisgirl12000 if I can stay with her! Of course, it was after I already started comparing ticket prices, lol, but it's totally the thought that counts!
I AM SO HAPPY TONIGHT, YALL! *group hugs*
So, fic? This is a belated birthday ficlet fornovalinedy, who is sweet and awesome and deserves lots of happy. Actually, I'm gonna post her a ficlet AND a snippet from the Empires!werewolves 'verse, because she's a Tomrad fan and because I feel bad for being so slacktastic about posting her birthday ficlet.
Hideout
Tom Conrad/Shane Valdes (kinda) || 526 words
novalinedy wanted something out of the Perception 'verse, maybe how Shane and Tom met, so this is what she gets. Thanks to reallythateasy and shutyourface for reading it over for me.
Tom was trying to find a place to hide from Brendon’s grabby hands (he was always overly familiar when he was drinking, and while Tom wasn’t usually opposed to this, tonight he wasn’t in the mood) and Ryan’s girls (also overly friendly, but in a way that pretty much creeped Tom the fuck out) and the random people and the noise and the party in general. Damn Jon for dragging him out here and abandoning him.
Well, okay, maybe it wasn’t Jon’s fault that he and Spencer had ended up with a flat tire on their way back from the liquor store, and neither of them knew how to change a tire. Tom wasn’t quite sure he actually believed that, but that’s what the text message had said, and so they were waiting on Zack to come rescue them. But Tom had come out here to spend some time with Jon – the fucker was never in Chicago anymore – and to sulk in his current Danielle-less misery for a bit (which never lasted long, since they’d been breaking up and making up for years now), not to party.
There was a time when he would have felt bad about wandering around the quieter parts of Brendon’s house without permission – his momma had raised him with some manners, he just lost most of them after a few years of touring – but it was Brendon. That excused a lot of indiscretions.
Tom forgot that Brendon didn’t live alone, though, until he stumbled into a quiet room – finally – and found he wasn’t the only one there. “Hey, Shane, right?” he asked, more for something to say than out of actual courtesy. He knew who Shane was. “Hiding out?”
Shane barely looked up from the photographs he had spread out along the floor. “Yep. I’m too old for this shit.”
“Liar.” Tom didn’t know that much about Shane, but he couldn’t have been more than a few years older than the rest of them.
“Okay, I’m keeping Dylan company.” Shane gestured at the small dog who was quite happily ignoring Shane in favor of tearing up a purple teddy bear nearly the same size she was. She didn’t look too interested in Shane’s company. “All right, fine, I’m hiding out. What are you doing? Get lost on your way to Ryan’s guest room of sin?”
“Nope,” Tom answered with a grin, dropping down to sit on the floor beside Shane. He was probably sitting a little too close to be appropriate, but the guy lived with Brendon, so his idea of appropriate was probably already a bit skewed. He offered Shane one of the beers in his hand – he had known it was a good idea to grab an extra on his way out of the living room. “I’m hiding out.”
Shane took the offering with a laugh. “Well, you picked the right place for it. But if Brendon asks why I’m not in the middle of the party, I’m telling him you kidnapped me.”
“Of course.” Tom nodded seriously, noticing that Shane was actually pretty damn attractive and thinking that kidnapping him wouldn’t actually be that bad of an idea.
And a snippet of werewolf!Empires:
Ryan's the one that always ends up with the accidental marks, but Sean's the one who ends up with the intentional ones. Tom doesn't ask the first time he notices the bruises under Sean's collar that have the distinctive marks of bites, but he can't stop thinking about it. He had his own thing with William, and so did Carden, but he thinks it was always strategy instead of actual affection. It was never serious, and more often than not they each had their own girl on the side. This, though... this isn't a passing fascination with Sean, thinking he'd be a hot fuck. And it's not just feeling possessive over someone else marking Sean. This is something else. He doesn't want to fuck up whatever bond is forming in his new pack, but the marks look good on Sean. They look even better when he realizes Ryan's the one leaving them.
Tom's roughhousing in the yard with Max - a game of tug-of-war taken to the extreme - when Sean dives off the porch and tackles them both. Tom's attention shifts in an instant and he mock-growls at Sean before rolling them over, biting at Sean's neck. Sean goes still beneath him for a moment, almost quick enough to miss, but it's enough to make Tom wonder if he'd do the same thing when they're not wolves. It's not about dominance - they do pretty well without an alpha - but there's some kind of desire there that Tom's getting tired of fighting.
Later that night, they're all sprawled out in the living room watching the game. Ryan's half-laying across Tom's lap and Tom's running his fingers through Ryan's hair - Ryan likes to be petted even when he's not furry - when Ryan turns around to look at him, presses an open-mouthed kiss against his wrist, then scraps his teeth across the same spot. Tom's breath catches - seriously, who knew even the hint of biting could be so hot? Apparently Ryan, because he turns his smirk from Tom to Sean and says, "Told you he'd like it."
Sean shoots a questioning glance in Tom's direction and Tom's pretty sure his blush answers the question Sean's not asking. Hell yes, he likes it.
Max looks at them and rolls his eyes. "I bet Nick is showing the game on the big screen."
"Let's go down to the bar and check it out," Al suggests, jumping up and snagging Ryan's wallet.
So, downsides of the day include having to work my shitty job (I told Teresa today that I didn't make all the sacrifices I did over the last year and a half just to end up in a job where not only am I seeing my kids for less than an hour a day, but my med schedule is being fucked with, so she shouldn't plan on me taking the job seriously. It's totally temporary), the fucking humidity, taking my ring off last night and forgetting to put it back on this morning so I freaked out all day not having it to fidget with,
shutyourface's phone was being stupid, and... okay, so it was actually an awesome day, so I can't even think of any more downsides! I guess I'll start at the beginning.
reallythateasy is so awesome and she started telling me the CUTEST Bob/Frank story last night and she kept me entertained with it throughout the day. I <3 her. Then when I took lunch, there was a multitude of awesomeness waiting for me: a voicemail from someone about a Real Job -- I have an interview in the morning! -- that I had just applied for and some little band called The Used (yall may have heard of them?) POSTED US TOUR DATES! Which, obviously, resulted in much grinning and giddiness and checking tour dates and the calendar and such.
Cue me smiling insanely for the rest of the afternoon.
THEN. On my last break I had a voicemail from ANOTHER job that I've applied for, with info about coming in to take assessment testing. SCORE! Plus, my Daddy ended up calling while I was on break, and he's back in town and told me to come by tomorrow after work for money and veggies.
And then I came home to catch most of Secret Life and spend some time checking airfare and whatnot. And looking at OLD pictures with Mom. And then watched Raising the Bar and went to Walmart. I have a shirt! Tomorrow, I will have a Team Zack shirt!
OH! And
danacias's tweets made me stupidly excitedly happy for the second night in a row. I'm kinda ridiculous about that Brendon kid.Here is my decision on The Used. As much as I want to go to LA to see them (seriously, my friends are the best friends), that show is in the middle of the week. The Houston show is on a Friday, and thus much more easily workable schedule wise. But I WANNA GO TO LA! Seriously, I'm gonna go crash Crash's life (Crys + Ash = CRASH *g*) for like a full week after the first of the year. IT'S MY MISSION! But yeah, The Used in Texas. :) I even remembered to ask
irisgirl12000 if I can stay with her! Of course, it was after I already started comparing ticket prices, lol, but it's totally the thought that counts! I AM SO HAPPY TONIGHT, YALL! *group hugs*
So, fic? This is a belated birthday ficlet for
novalinedy, who is sweet and awesome and deserves lots of happy. Actually, I'm gonna post her a ficlet AND a snippet from the Empires!werewolves 'verse, because she's a Tomrad fan and because I feel bad for being so slacktastic about posting her birthday ficlet. Hideout
Tom Conrad/Shane Valdes (kinda) || 526 words
novalinedy wanted something out of the Perception 'verse, maybe how Shane and Tom met, so this is what she gets. Thanks to reallythateasy and shutyourface for reading it over for me.Tom was trying to find a place to hide from Brendon’s grabby hands (he was always overly familiar when he was drinking, and while Tom wasn’t usually opposed to this, tonight he wasn’t in the mood) and Ryan’s girls (also overly friendly, but in a way that pretty much creeped Tom the fuck out) and the random people and the noise and the party in general. Damn Jon for dragging him out here and abandoning him.
Well, okay, maybe it wasn’t Jon’s fault that he and Spencer had ended up with a flat tire on their way back from the liquor store, and neither of them knew how to change a tire. Tom wasn’t quite sure he actually believed that, but that’s what the text message had said, and so they were waiting on Zack to come rescue them. But Tom had come out here to spend some time with Jon – the fucker was never in Chicago anymore – and to sulk in his current Danielle-less misery for a bit (which never lasted long, since they’d been breaking up and making up for years now), not to party.
There was a time when he would have felt bad about wandering around the quieter parts of Brendon’s house without permission – his momma had raised him with some manners, he just lost most of them after a few years of touring – but it was Brendon. That excused a lot of indiscretions.
Tom forgot that Brendon didn’t live alone, though, until he stumbled into a quiet room – finally – and found he wasn’t the only one there. “Hey, Shane, right?” he asked, more for something to say than out of actual courtesy. He knew who Shane was. “Hiding out?”
Shane barely looked up from the photographs he had spread out along the floor. “Yep. I’m too old for this shit.”
“Liar.” Tom didn’t know that much about Shane, but he couldn’t have been more than a few years older than the rest of them.
“Okay, I’m keeping Dylan company.” Shane gestured at the small dog who was quite happily ignoring Shane in favor of tearing up a purple teddy bear nearly the same size she was. She didn’t look too interested in Shane’s company. “All right, fine, I’m hiding out. What are you doing? Get lost on your way to Ryan’s guest room of sin?”
“Nope,” Tom answered with a grin, dropping down to sit on the floor beside Shane. He was probably sitting a little too close to be appropriate, but the guy lived with Brendon, so his idea of appropriate was probably already a bit skewed. He offered Shane one of the beers in his hand – he had known it was a good idea to grab an extra on his way out of the living room. “I’m hiding out.”
Shane took the offering with a laugh. “Well, you picked the right place for it. But if Brendon asks why I’m not in the middle of the party, I’m telling him you kidnapped me.”
“Of course.” Tom nodded seriously, noticing that Shane was actually pretty damn attractive and thinking that kidnapping him wouldn’t actually be that bad of an idea.
And a snippet of werewolf!Empires:
Ryan's the one that always ends up with the accidental marks, but Sean's the one who ends up with the intentional ones. Tom doesn't ask the first time he notices the bruises under Sean's collar that have the distinctive marks of bites, but he can't stop thinking about it. He had his own thing with William, and so did Carden, but he thinks it was always strategy instead of actual affection. It was never serious, and more often than not they each had their own girl on the side. This, though... this isn't a passing fascination with Sean, thinking he'd be a hot fuck. And it's not just feeling possessive over someone else marking Sean. This is something else. He doesn't want to fuck up whatever bond is forming in his new pack, but the marks look good on Sean. They look even better when he realizes Ryan's the one leaving them.
Tom's roughhousing in the yard with Max - a game of tug-of-war taken to the extreme - when Sean dives off the porch and tackles them both. Tom's attention shifts in an instant and he mock-growls at Sean before rolling them over, biting at Sean's neck. Sean goes still beneath him for a moment, almost quick enough to miss, but it's enough to make Tom wonder if he'd do the same thing when they're not wolves. It's not about dominance - they do pretty well without an alpha - but there's some kind of desire there that Tom's getting tired of fighting.
Later that night, they're all sprawled out in the living room watching the game. Ryan's half-laying across Tom's lap and Tom's running his fingers through Ryan's hair - Ryan likes to be petted even when he's not furry - when Ryan turns around to look at him, presses an open-mouthed kiss against his wrist, then scraps his teeth across the same spot. Tom's breath catches - seriously, who knew even the hint of biting could be so hot? Apparently Ryan, because he turns his smirk from Tom to Sean and says, "Told you he'd like it."
Sean shoots a questioning glance in Tom's direction and Tom's pretty sure his blush answers the question Sean's not asking. Hell yes, he likes it.
Max looks at them and rolls his eyes. "I bet Nick is showing the game on the big screen."
"Let's go down to the bar and check it out," Al suggests, jumping up and snagging Ryan's wallet.
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Date: 2009-08-11 05:36 am (UTC)I'm LMAO at the video of the acoustic New Perspective. Oh, Pete. Thanks for showing us that it really is about a blowjob.
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Date: 2009-08-11 05:38 am (UTC)Seriously, that video kills me. Also, THIS (http://i32.tinypic.com/2e5496e.jpg).
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Date: 2009-08-11 05:49 am (UTC)(I am quite fond of this Brendon kid, I must admit. And have I mentioned that we're going to see him in just a few days? :DDD)
ETA: Is that his own hat, or did Pete steal it from Patrick?
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Date: 2009-08-11 05:52 am (UTC)ETA: haha, I have no idea. We all know Pete's a thief. I remember Gabe calling him out about stealing his hoodie that time...
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Date: 2009-08-11 08:24 pm (UTC)And good luck on the job front too : D
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Date: 2009-08-12 04:08 am (UTC)And thank you! :)