jag älskar dig så som att vara beväpnad

I really want a sandwich of pickled artichoke hearts, cheese and hummus on flat sourdough rye with raisins baked into it and a side of Kartanon Perunalastut (posh rustic-style potato chips). After Wax gets paid we're going to go to the Stockmann deli and buy all the luxury food they don't carry in our corner store. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.



This picture of Leon, my squishiest little cuddlepint, represents our evening - snacking and hanging out with Mece, Tina, Carmela & the noobs. I haven't seen the little buggers in two weeks and have missed them like crazy and so I kissed their wispy little heads and cuddled them a lot. Then we had this hilarious singalong led by Wax, with the babies in their bouncers by the fireplace, singing a bunch of My Chemical Romance to them with me doing Toro's parts and Mece chiming in and on "Welcome to the Black Parade" even Tina joined in. It was, um. ♥♥♥ I'm full of well-being.

PS The jury on Swedish Idol are totally cheating, but it probably won't matter - they're trying to bend it in favour of the best singers and they're probably going to win anyway. I like Amanda better personally, but Marie's incredible too.

new bandslash fic: fantasy book

Fantasy Book (≈16 400 words)
Bandslash: My Chemical Romance, Frank/Gerard
NC-17. A pon farr story, which is to say, someone's in heat and insane with horniness, which is to say, lots of explicit sex.
Beta by wax_jism.

This was really, really not normal behavior for Gerard - not for real, normal Gerard, and it was even a little abrupt for the imaginary Gerard who lived in Frank's head and came out during his Special Alone Times with his dick.

Links to this post, please, and not to my webspace.

front-row seats at the penitence ball (illustration)

My brother-outlaw took over my computer for a while this evening and we were listening to TBP, so I felt inspired to illustrate the front-row seats at the Penitence Ball, where skeleton!Gerard and The Black Parade are, of course, in attendance.

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closing in on 'the other half of his soul' here

This [flocked] story just referred to a person as 'his miracle'. (Not as bad as 'the other half of his soul', okay, but way worse than 'his lover'.)

His miracle moved closer to him without turning around, making himself comfortable and warm.

Wait... what?