A love story told in seven much-beloved fanfic tropes.

Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

Being a freshman piano performance major at a prestigious New England conservatory is difficult enough without landing the school's star baritone as your singer, and inevitably, your hopeless crush.

Yeah, Idk. But I have an longstanding need to slash Dick Grayson with other pretty people. And [personal profile] puckling pointed out some similarities between Tim Drake (my favourite Robin) and Arthur, and then this happened.

So, Gerard asks Mikey to ask Pete to ask the Ross kid to ask his band if MCR can cover their song on tour. That's pretty much where all the problems start.

Oblivious High School Failboats in Love, or, Brendon Urie: The High School Years.

So, things happen when iphignia939 and I talk. Sometimes these things involve puppets. Other times they involve sex-slave collecting evil twins from alternate dimensions (what? is that unusual to talk about?). More often than not, it ends up involving Pete and Patrick... and sex. Tonight we started talking about the bad drinks and sex bathroom at Angels & Kings and some how ended up with this.

"Canadian Tire reported the most important piece of sports journalism of the decade when they tracked down the guy who clearly spent his adolescence gently boning Jonathan Toews in a shack next to Lake Winnipeg, and that’s still not as great a story as the one I’m about to tell you about Eric Bittle and Jack Zimmermann.