I want to write, but every idea I have is dull, every image is played out, and every character is running the other way...
I feel like a dirty, crumpled piece of blank paper. Wasted potential.
Seriously, I can't even write a drabble. And my only workable idea right now is High School Musical-based. I'm gonna go nip out back and shoot myself, okay?
Dude, if I posted what little I managed in the past five hours, you would disagree. I just have to not post anything until I at least get out of the "booo get off the stage" level of my self-critique-meter.
School does, indeed, suck. But I have like...3 months left, so...there ya have it. XD
I want more pics before I can fully assess the situation. Although I'm pretty sure the conclusion is "please, Patrick, grow your hair out longish again. is pretty."
My icon reminds me of how much I'd love it if someone who wasn't me would write some Patrick/Joe that's not ridiculously long, thereby creating a commitment I don't have time for.
I'm just being random. Here's a really awesome icon to make up for it.
Joe sleeps hard, like he's got something to prove about being unconscious. Usually, Patrick thinks it's endearing, even if it does mean he usually has breakfast alone, but today it's more useful than cute. It means no one's mocking him about taking Pete-worthy amounts of time in the bathroom this morning, and it means that when he's done, making uncertain faces at himself in the mirror, there's no immediate feedback to make him feel even less sure.
When he slips back into bed, stealing heat from Joe's shins to warm his feet up, Patrick realizes that even the pillow feels different now; when he leans in to steal a kiss that half-rouses Joe, his cheeks are vulnerable to the prickle of unkempt beard. Joe mutters something, shifts and throws an arm around Patrick to haul him closer, but his eyes snap open when his lips hit skin and just keep dragging, smooth from the bow of Patrick's lips to the corner of his jaw.
"Where'd it go?" he asks, stupid with sleep, and Patrick raises both eyebrows, sarcastic and self-conscious.
"Sideburn heaven," he says, and Joe just nods like that makes sense, cups a hand to Patrick's jaw and kisses his cheek again.
"Cool. Like it like that." It's so new, the shiny bright feeling of bare skin where it's been covered for so long, and it tickles when Joe rubs his cheek along Patrick's, slow and sweet and laughing quietly. "Smooth move, Stump."
It doesn't matter that he's still not quite awake, Patrick can't let that go by without hitting him.
Maybe go off and read something or watch something. Do anything but write for a little while. When you step back you'll be fresher, maybe even inspired.
Oh, I've stepped away. I have stepped away from everything I've tried to write recently, and the one thing I've finished was shit and I should have walked away from it anyhow.
I better get back on my game in the next seven days... the sooner, the better, because putting off writing never does any good. At least I know where I'm going with bedfellows this week.
...oops, never mind. I thought S still meant me, it doesn't. So I have another week to relax... but no idea, now. Oh well.
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I need pills D:
Did you know that Patrick shaved his sideburns?
http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff310/yellow_checkered_carsx3/01-31-08_1831.jpg
....oh my god, Patrick Stump. He looks thirteen without them.
I want more pics before I can fully assess the situation. Although I'm pretty sure the conclusion is "please, Patrick, grow your hair out longish again. is pretty."
I'm just being random. Here's a really awesome icon to make up for it.
When he slips back into bed, stealing heat from Joe's shins to warm his feet up, Patrick realizes that even the pillow feels different now; when he leans in to steal a kiss that half-rouses Joe, his cheeks are vulnerable to the prickle of unkempt beard. Joe mutters something, shifts and throws an arm around Patrick to haul him closer, but his eyes snap open when his lips hit skin and just keep dragging, smooth from the bow of Patrick's lips to the corner of his jaw.
"Where'd it go?" he asks, stupid with sleep, and Patrick raises both eyebrows, sarcastic and self-conscious.
"Sideburn heaven," he says, and Joe just nods like that makes sense, cups a hand to Patrick's jaw and kisses his cheek again.
"Cool. Like it like that." It's so new, the shiny bright feeling of bare skin where it's been covered for so long, and it tickles when Joe rubs his cheek along Patrick's, slow and sweet and laughing quietly. "Smooth move, Stump."
It doesn't matter that he's still not quite awake, Patrick can't let that go by without hitting him.
So so cute and it has corny plays on words which make me so so happy.
Yeeeee. Thxu. ♥
Maybe go off and read something or watch something. Do anything but write for a little while. When you step back you'll be fresher, maybe even inspired.
I'm just thoroughly off my game this
yearweek.Trust me, I've had this crisis myself.
...oops, never mind. I thought S still meant me, it doesn't. So I have another week to relax... but no idea, now. Oh well.
Edited 2008-02-02 09:58 pm (UTC)