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getyourwordsout 2009 goal - upd. 02/12/09

I have written 73,369 of 200,000 words. I am now 36.68% done! no frills wordmeter

Upd: 04July09

You wanted pure, unadulterated porn, I brought you pure, unadulterated (and Victorian) porn.

Victorian Boys
(1,000) // (NC-17)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
Bob’s breath feels warm on his collarbone, and Bob’s hands feel just right in his pants. Ray already had them open, since his former plan was to take off his clothes and hop in the shower before bed.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by Sleep Is For Those With No Wow by anne_elliot and veecious. This is the shower porn that happens in the other room. For #51 Lust at bandom_100
Thank you to anne_elliot for the beta job. ♥


He’s soaking wet, clothes clinging to his body, and uh. To Ray it’s like watching porn, Victorian porn.

Rusted Glass
(2,866) // (PG-13)
Bob Bryar/Brian Schechter
Brian looks up. It’s insane, but it’s like Bob is lying on a wall, defying gravity and logic.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at we_are_cities + #33 A New World at fanfic50
For anne_elliot. This is all yours. ♥ Thank you to anne_elliot and veecious for the beta.
TBP AU. Character death.


Their house is – for lack of a better word – peculiar.


And please! Check also the beautiful (and oh so hot) fic Anne wrote for me. Sugar Sweet. :D I love it. ♥

It's June 22nd in Sydney, so our BBB has just been posted. Go read if you're so inclined.

For some reason I'm not nervous, just fucking accomplished. ♥

You Should Learn How to Say No
(11,833) // (NC-17)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
Brian’s sigh fills the earpiece, and the image that flashes in Bob’s mind is a frame of Life on the Murder Scene, the moment when Brian covers his face with his hand. He coughs, tentative, and drops the bomb. “It seems that Ray and I got… uh, married? Last night? By accident?”
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at we_are_cities + #18 Forced Union at wtf27
For valmontheights. This is your Sweet Charity fic, I hope you'll like it. As usual, ♥ to anne_elliot for all her help and cheers, ♥ to ky_betty who did the beta duties. Thank you so much.
Crack fic. Title stolen from 'Violet', The Hole.


It's only when the word 'groom' (repeated twice) eventually catches his eyes that Bob sobers up. At once.

Suspended Animation
(1,967) // (R)
Bob Bryar/Frank Iero
They get up late. They always do. Bob’s watch has gone off weeks ago, both hands still and pointing eternally to eleven twenty-three, while Frank lost his own sometime in the first days, when they were barricaded in the basement of Frank’s place.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at we_are_cities + #15 Forget at slashfic25
For veecious. Happy birthday, dear. ♥ to anne_elliot for all her help and cheers, ♥ to ky_betty who did the beta duties. Thank you so much.
Post-apocalypse fic.


Once or twice Bob has wondered about taking batteries off the watches of the dead but – nah. It’d be pointless. Given the actual state of things, they don’t really care or need to worry about time any longer.

7th Avenue Station
(1,538) // (PG)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
No one ever walks past the sliding doors to meet up with him. People just get off the trains and head to their houses, their work places without paying attention to the guy sitting all alone with a picture in his hands. Truth be told, he doesn’t pay attention to them either. It’s… odd, in a way, but he seems to be waiting for someone in particular.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at we_are_cities + this post at heavy_lights
♥ to anne_elliot for all her help and cheers, ♥ to ky_betty who did the beta duties. Thank you so much.


He’s never found whoever he’s looking for, at least until today.

Yesterday evening I learned about the new act of failboat made in Amazon, which consists in censoring GLBT books by stripping them of their sales ranking. Well done, guys. What's next? You could - I don't know, I'm throwing idea around here - promote the reestablishments of portions of cities in which members of a minority group live, or suggest a new dress code that comprehends colored badges to be worn all the time. How does that sound?

Amazon said that 'in consideration of our entire customer base, we exclude "adult" material from appearing in some searches and best seller lists. Since these lists are generated using sales ranks, adult materials must also be excluded from that feature.' I say, 'let's hit them where it hurts the most. PR. It's Google-bomb time.'

Amazon Rank

More info at metawriter (here), Twitter is up in arms here, and uh, basically everyone I know is fuming about this. I wonder why, really.

Doll Parts.
(2,028) // (R)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro (unrequited), Brian Schechter/Ray Toro
Once or twice Bob has wondered if ‘spying’ wouldn’t be a more correct term to define what he does. Again, no. Spying implies hiding, and Bob never hides. Months ago he found this perfect, perfect spot, high, well-lit, and with great visibility over Ray’s bedroom. From there he can see the entire room, but he doesn’t do weird shit like using binoculars or peeking through the curtains, nothing of that. He just sits and watches.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at we_are_cities + #37 Abstract at fanfic50
For untilsally. ♥ anne_elliot offered help and cheers, ky_betty did the beta duties. Thank you so much. ♥ Title stolen from 'Live Through This' - Hole.


It’s Ray who doesn’t notice him.

It's anne_elliot's birthday today, and that's why I wrote fic! Enjoy your Bob/Brian, bbsis. :D ♥

Thesis. Antithesis. Synthesis.
(1,372) // (NC-17)
Bob Bryar/Brian Schechter
Bob is a quiet guy - but it might also be because he often has his mouth otherwise occupied when they’re together.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at we_are_cities + #21 Alternate Reality at fanfic50
For anne_elliot. This is both a birthday gift and a small thank-you note, dear. You know why. ♥ ky_betty offered help, enthusiasm, and did the beta duties. Thank you so much. ♥


Bob is a quiet guy, or at least that's the impression Brian has of him - hey, they've never really talked.

Pocket-size Dreams
(1,566) // (PG-13)
Bob Bryar/Frank Iero
Frank doesn’t know his neighbor’s name. There’s only a new, shiny plaque on the door with what he presumes to be his initials (‘R.C.B.’, he checked early that morning), but he prefers to refer to him as 4C Tenant. 4C.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at we_are_cities + #1 Strangers at slashfic25
This is a gift to ky_betty, with all my love and heart-shaped birthday balloons. ♥ :) Also, anne_elliot held my hand through it all, made cooing noises, and did the beta duties. Thank you so much. ♥


Frank doesn’t catch much the very first time. Better, he doesn’t catch anything at all but the soft thud of a French window being closed and the vague, fleeting smell of burned tobacco. The third floor apartment has been rented, then.

Clouds in Your Eyes
(7,932) // (NC-17)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
“Man, Bob’s going to tree-sit.”
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
For bandomficathon and for anne_elliot, who sponsored me and asked for a surprise!fic. Here it is, dear ♥ Ilysm. Endless ♥ to valmontheights, soloproject, and veecious, who cheerleaded the shit out of me, and to ky_betty who answered my SOS signals and did the beta duties.


Under Ray’s – maybe fascinated, or maybe just surprised – gaze, the corners of Bob’s mouth curl up. “Hi,” he says, raising a hand. It doesn’t fit in the display, not fully, and Ray’s imagination helps him, suggesting that it’s big and calloused in the right spots. Perhaps it’s warm, too.

This is the BCSupermassiveSpam 2008 - v#2. Enhanced and updated with new pics of our Norse God.

Because no-fucking-one rules as much as our BC.

lupilups, this is for you. ♥



PART #1

( BC spam - He was a Norse God, sent from the Heavens to strike men asunder (cit.) Oh, and clicking on this cut could really kill your dial up. )

Ciliege a Gennaio
(382) // (Pg-13.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Per la maggior parte del tempo, però, Bob rimane lì dov'è, ad indicare a Ray i punti che secondo lui necessitano di qualche ritocco.'
Scritto per il Festival del Cocomero @ fanfic_italia [qui] + #16 'Porpora' @ fanfic100_ita. ♥ a veecious per la betatura e a anne_elliot per la pazienza. È da un po' di tempo che mi frulla per la testa l'idea di scrivere una domestic!fic incentrata su Bob e Ray, questo può considerarsi uno snippet (in italiano).


(Spiegami una cosa.)

Monochrome
(3,115) // (Pg-13. Angst. Zombie apocalypse.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
“Hey, stranger.” Ray’s tone is quiet, even if his heartbeat is steadily increasing. His finger hasn’t moved from the trigger. “You’re back.”
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
For the Spookathon @ Insane Journal, prompt Bob/Ray, Zombie #09 Supernatural creatures @ wtf27. Betalove to un_related, ♥ to anne_elliot and veecious for the constant cheerleading.


(When Ray hears the knock, he almost jumps up from the chair)

I rarely make serious posts. This is one of those (rare) times. Thank you to iosonosara for linking this in her journal.

This is not an invitation to rape me.

Dress
Myth: a woman raped whilst wearing revealing clothing is to blame for leading a man on.

Intimacy
Myth: a woman raped after consenting to any level of sexual activity is to blame for ‘giving mixed signals’.

Drinking
Myth: a woman raped after consuming alcohol is to blame for not considering her own security.

Relationships
Myth: a woman raped by a man she is in a relationship with has automatically given consent for sex.

Pay the site a visit. Those myths are physically and emotionally destroying too many women.

Haute-Garonne
(500) // (Pg-13. Angst.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Bob si zittisce di colpo, senza aggiungere altro. Ray, che forse vorrebbe, si ritrova a fissare l’insegna del distributore: la facciata di normalità si è già incrinata, lasciando intravedere cose attraverso le crepe. Magari è giusto che sia così, magari no; di sicuro è un passo troppo vicino al limite. Non rientra nei patti.'
Scritto per il Festival del Cocomero @ fanfic_italia + #25 'Estranei' @ fanfic100_ita. veecious mi lusinga, dicendo che le rendo la betavita facile: ♥. Tanto amore a tina_nocturne & anne_elliot per il supporto morale.


(Il tuo concetto di freddo è del tutto personale.)


(The next one will be in English, I promise :D)

4th September Writer's Block was epic: "September is Pleasure Your Mate Month. Tell us: how do you like to pleasure your mate?"

So rawkenr0ll proposed a bandom boy POV meme at her journal. Go read and add your comment as well, just as I did. :D

Bandom Writer's Block Meme