This is probably one of the more unique interviews Rolling Stone has done. Yes, we have sunk to the depths of People and US Weekly - we are discussing a celebrity wedding. But not just any celebrity wedding. No, we're talking about the Canadian wedding between Fall Out Boy members Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz.
Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.
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.
Oblivious High School Failboats in Love, or, Brendon Urie: The High School Years.
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.
Arthur, Eames, and Tim Drake, in a Canadian shack. This was started as a series of comment-fills for [personal profile] aphelant, [personal profile] anatsuno and [personal profile] puckling, and continued because I am fucking cold and reading about huddling for warmth makes me feel better. This is a sequel to my Eames/Dick Grayson fic, Walkover. If you are not familiar with Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, you....don't actually need to know that much about them, other than that they were both at one time Robin to Bruce Wayne's Batman. Looks-wise, in my head at least Tim looks like a young JGL, and Dick Grayson looks like Santiago Cabrera (Lancelot in Merlin).
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.
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.
"At least we don't have to do the walk of shame?" Adam said.
In which Gerard Way takes a stand against discrimination, Adam Lambert discovers the importance of dice, Kris Allen is not kidnapped against his will, and the folks at 19E learn to love the stage!(?)gay. Welcome to the Zombies Ate Your Idols tour, 2010!
Kurt revenge-seduces Jesse St. James. The glee club helps.
A love story told in seven much-beloved fanfic tropes.
“Chuck,” Becky said, slowly and carefully and very, very seriously. “I think someone is trying to communicate with us through the fanfic.”
Eliot cooks. Alec likes it.
By the time he had teamed up with the one that looked like a very young Tristan, and the one that looked like Bedevere, if Bedevere had been a changeling, or, at least, vaguely fey, he still had not found Merlin.
It is a well-established fact in marine biology that the octopus is the drunk texter of the cephalopod family.
"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.
