I need a beta BADLY. The only person I have to talk to about this fic is
shoemaster, and she keeps saying things like this:
Me: Who should catch Pete and Patrick making out?
Allison: Maybe Ross or Brandon?
Me: DO YOU MEAN "RYAN OR BRENDON"?
Her: Yeah, them!
SOMEONE COME HELP ME OUT PLEASE. You do not need to know much bandslash canon. (You DO need to know the boys' NAMES.)
Me: Who should catch Pete and Patrick making out?
Allison: Maybe Ross or Brandon?
Me: DO YOU MEAN "RYAN OR BRENDON"?
Her: Yeah, them!
SOMEONE COME HELP ME OUT PLEASE. You do not need to know much bandslash canon. (You DO need to know the boys' NAMES.)
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(also I will love you forever for writing it!)
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Also, I rule with a maple fist.
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WTF.
*cries* JOAN. HOLD ME.
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(Ooo, jealousy and insecurity! THE BEST. Maybe I'll read this when you're done. Hell, you showed me some of the canon, that's enough, right?)
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(Dude, it seems to be enough for me to WRITE it, so I'm pretty sure it'll be enough for you to read it. Yay for week-old fandoms! \o/)
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... ok, kind of. In that "misery loves company" way. *g*
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Uh, we now return you to your regularly programmed Pete Wentz characterization issues. *curtsies*
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Do you have a gmail address I can invite to view a google doc?
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Do you have a gmail address where I can invite you to a google doc? (OMG, you will regret this, and I don't even care, because I am going to use you for your brain. YAY.)
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I do! bluezeetle at gmail woot woot
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