cimorene

So my better half has been listening to a mix of The Killers and Fall Out Boy for a couple of weeks and practically nothing else, and then came the part when she was constantly talking about them, so that I now know all kinds of things about Pete Wentz's character and tattoos and dog and fashion sense and romantic track record and penis (well, I know all about why and how it's on the internet at least) - you get the picture.

(It should be noted that over the course of our relationship, I have absorbed no fewer than five fandoms from her by osmosis, reading everything I could find about them over the course of weeks or months without so much as a glimpse of the canon. So it's not like it's new. Sometimes her fandom appreciation is really loud.)

Last night Brother Windows took me out to dinner to thank me for babysitting his offspring for nine hours encompassing three changes of clothes, two trips out of the house with a stroller, over two hours of food preparation and two screaming fits. The video for a song whose chords were forever engraved upon my memory of the last two weeks came on MTV!

me: Hey, this song - it's Fall Out Boy. Wax is obsessed with these guys, she talks about nothing else!
Brother Windows: This - who did you say it was?
me: Fall Out Boy.
Brother Windows: Really? I thought this song was by Maroon 5!

And OMG he is totally right! "This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race" sounds like "Harder To Breathe".

And then last night I was anxious and exhausted, and having no slash of my own to read, I turned on wax's monitor and cannibalised some pete/patrick from her open tabs and then I... um... tripped and just sort of fell in