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Feb. 10th, 2008 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stardustonsableSo, I've been dreaming, in fanfiction, and now in bandom. The difference? I dream in dialougue and setting and other writerly shit. It makes me proud in some absurd way, that even in my sleep I remember to show not tell. But anyway, the pieces are big enogh to maybe be branched out into fic, though I know at least one wont. So, here, guys, a look into Stardust's dreams(which are mostly Panic relted oddly enough)
And the last one was me and Gerard Way going to Paris, together, and inviting my cousin, but she didn't want to go because her coat wasnt cute enough.
And RIGHT before I woke up I dreamed I saw Bob in some random French cafe(I've lost Gerard by now) and I sent him a napkin, asking if he's trying to be incognito rather than rushing over there going "omgbobbryaryoumakemewanttolearnthedrumssosohothairlipringbitelick" etc.
Brendon looked around at the face of his bandmates in disbelief. "What do you care about this shit, anyway?"
Spencer gives a disgusted scoff and leaves the room, to blow Jon or call Bob, Brendon doesn't know, he's been doing both regularly, lately.
"I'm not the only one with secrets, Smith." He yells at Spencer's back and Brian(Yes, Schetcter, wtf brain) looks at Spencer surprised.
then we jump to whever Spencer went, now with PanicManager!Schecter, IDEK
"How long, Spencer?" Brian crosses his arms and Spencer shrugs. He's leaned against the wall, hip cocked to the side, one hand holding his cellphone.
"Um, its really just a tour thing."
Brian isnt reassured. He knows how extensive MCR's tours can be. "Who's tour?"
Spencer scuffs his shoe. "His. Mine. Sometimes in between tours. Whever we're in the same city." Brian wants something to bang his head against.
Yea, thats it. Of course a Brendon fiasco leads to a Spencer-centric fic.
Spencer gives a disgusted scoff and leaves the room, to blow Jon or call Bob, Brendon doesn't know, he's been doing both regularly, lately.
"I'm not the only one with secrets, Smith." He yells at Spencer's back and Brian(Yes, Schetcter, wtf brain) looks at Spencer surprised.
then we jump to whever Spencer went, now with PanicManager!Schecter, IDEK
"How long, Spencer?" Brian crosses his arms and Spencer shrugs. He's leaned against the wall, hip cocked to the side, one hand holding his cellphone.
"Um, its really just a tour thing."
Brian isnt reassured. He knows how extensive MCR's tours can be. "Who's tour?"
Spencer scuffs his shoe. "His. Mine. Sometimes in between tours. Whever we're in the same city." Brian wants something to bang his head against.
Yea, thats it. Of course a Brendon fiasco leads to a Spencer-centric fic.
Jon has expressed some sort of questioning as to why they want him to join their group of debauchery and cuddling(mostly cuddinling because not even in my dreams can I write proper Panic sex.) Brendon answers.
"Because Jon Walker," Brendon pauses to wrap himself around Jon so that his chest is pressed against Jon's back, and his arms and legs are wrapped around his front. "You're the best Jon Walker a Jon Walker could be."
Thats it. Seriously doubleu-tee-eff. I dont do fluff, okay....*ignores the fact that her last fic was mostly fluff*
"Because Jon Walker," Brendon pauses to wrap himself around Jon so that his chest is pressed against Jon's back, and his arms and legs are wrapped around his front. "You're the best Jon Walker a Jon Walker could be."
Thats it. Seriously doubleu-tee-eff. I dont do fluff, okay....*ignores the fact that her last fic was mostly fluff*
And the last one was me and Gerard Way going to Paris, together, and inviting my cousin, but she didn't want to go because her coat wasnt cute enough.
And RIGHT before I woke up I dreamed I saw Bob in some random French cafe(I've lost Gerard by now) and I sent him a napkin, asking if he's trying to be incognito rather than rushing over there going "omgbobbryaryoumakemewanttolearnthedrumssosohothairlipringbitelick" etc.
