plebefic headers: the literal army of people it took to convince me to post this

1. So I kind of sort of got a little drunk on the multiple pages of comments to my first foray into fandom - [Story X] - and not only obsessively refreshed my del.icio.us tag watch, like, a heinous amount of times (OH MY GOD THIRTY WHOLE PEOPLE BOOKMARKED ME), but I responded to every comment I got, which I know is totally breaking netiquette for what cool authors do. Cool authors just serenely bask and do not respond to comments except from their special entourage and are, you know, put-together and shit. Fuck that. I clearly am not very cool.


2. Warnings: An awful lot of alcohol is consumed in this fic. An awful lot was consumed whilst writing it, too.
   


3. [Author's Notes] Thanks also to the literal army of people it took to convince me to post this


4. Summary: ""I'm sorry," Frank choked, silent tears falling down his face, not bothering to prevent their steady tracks down his cheeks. "It's just... I was thinking... What if it happened? I can't... Gerard I...""


5. Warnings: Violence, heavily implied non-con, OC death, robot smexing, brief voyeurism.

#5 ♥ dana_kujan

boots

1. Ugg Lattice Cardy in Sand 2. Timberland "Lucille" mid lace in tan
3. Boutique 9 "Jarn" in white leather 4. Justin "Gypsy Flower" J-toe in walnut/walnut