ruh

[koncupiscence]

the one downside to no longer working for The Man is no more sick days. you know, of the mental health variety? i have been itching for one for months, but i continually put it out of my head, because i know it's an impossibility. but this week... ugh. i desperately need a day to just sit and do nothing and putter and faff. and maybe finish typing up my concert posts before the entire month gets away from me? alas.

and then there's real life crap that i'm trying to ignore, ridiculous fannish depression that i'm also trying to ignore, and i just want a day to make it all stop.

i'm basically feeling icky and kind of pathetic and in need of some comfort fic. or comfort spam. oh, mighty flist, if you have the inclination and time, would you be so kind as to drop something in comments to make me smile? SPAM ME with ridiculous photos. or drop a link to your favorite comfort fic (frank/gerard preferred, or brendon/anyone, even lotrips). i'm feeling needy. distract me. *paws*

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*clutches fic to bosom*

[koncupiscence.livejournal.com]

i'm torn between endless keymash and endless harts, bc oh god oh god i looooove.

gerard immediately wants to lay back and let frank climb all over him forever, and is thinking about how to make that happen without having to take his tongue out of frank's mouth

yes yes yes, bc a) that is a lovely visual and b) i too would love to find a way to let frank climb all over me forever and ever.

"oh, fuck, gross."

"the fuck ever, mikeyway!" frank exclaims.

heeeeeeee, boys. :D :D i love it when the boys, esp the brothers way, gross each other out with their sexy tiems.

i'm going to read this again now. and again. and again. ♥ ♥

Re: *clutches fic to bosom*

[overloved.livejournal.com]

YAY!

i love you, krit. i would write so many stories for you.