http://death-and-pies.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtherapy2009-07-01 07:35 pm

and the truth shall set you free

The new kids are almost here! So, before that happens, let everyone know how things are going! It's general life update time! How's it going? Anything interesting happening? Makeups, breakups, new love, old love, cheating, fight, enemies, adventures, sadness, happiness? Confess secrets! Don't confess! Anything? Everything! Tell us! Talk to each other! Offer advice! Offer comfort! Offer sex!
glacial_queen: (Default)

[personal profile] glacial_queen 2009-07-02 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
...Yeah. Just don't ask who number two is, okay?

LOOK OVER THERE! IT'S A DISTRACTION!!!!
weetuskenraider: (Um WHOA)

[personal profile] weetuskenraider 2009-07-02 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it's not like I could blame you or anything 'cause . . . yeah.
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[personal profile] glacial_queen 2009-07-02 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
I DIDN'T ADMIT TO ANYTHING. SHUT UP.

*grumpy* And I am going to do everything I can to make you as whole and healthy as possible so you can go off and be happy with well, whoever you want because it's not like I care.
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[personal profile] weetuskenraider 2009-07-02 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
I occasionally have these moments of insight -- inconvenient, isn't it? ;)

I also excel at, you know, making things AWKWARD . . .
glacial_queen: (Pouty)

[personal profile] glacial_queen 2009-07-02 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING. IT COULD BE ANYONE. SHUT UP.

...what kind of awkward are we talking about?

Not that I'd do anything anyway. Because it would be wrong. And I'll be keeping my mental barriers HIGH LIKE WHOA.
weetuskenraider: (But.  Um.)

[personal profile] weetuskenraider 2009-07-02 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
I DON'T KNOW. MY LIFE IS MADE OF AWKWARD OR SOMETHING.
glacial_queen: (Pouty)

[personal profile] glacial_queen 2009-07-02 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Which is why I'll be over there sulking staying quiet. Because you won't be able to fully trust me if there's AWKWARD. But you do come first. Witches before britches? Liches? Guys who need stitches?

Well, something.
weetuskenraider: (Half-Face WTF Look)

[personal profile] weetuskenraider 2009-07-02 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
. . . my player is telling me it's better than large chunks of my canon fate, so hey.

Um.

Sorry?
glacial_queen: (Wicked grin)

[personal profile] glacial_queen 2009-07-02 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
No reason to be sorry. BECAUSE I AM NOT ADMITTING TO ANYTHING. That and, technically, IF YOU WERE RIGHT, WHICH I AM DENYING, I'd be the guilty party here.

Please note I'm taking the tasteful option, as opposed to the witch who, after admitting she likes my sorta-girlfriend, suggested we have a three-some.

(Though the idea of mentioning that to Ben is hilarious. He'd NEVER STOP BLUSHING)

[identity profile] ancientbschamp.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
. . . hey. I'm not going to have to have a Serious Talk with anyone on your behalf when I get back, am I, roomie?

I'm so sorry. My player thinks she's hilarious.
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[personal profile] glacial_queen 2009-07-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
s'okay, so do I

No probably not. But I might have some questions for you about liking girls. NOT THAT I HAVE ANY REASON TO SUSPECT YOU DO.

[identity profile] ancientbschamp.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Oh good. She makes us talk to each other too much anyway. Sheesh.

Who, me?

WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARTEMIS WOULD MAKE YOU EVER THINK SUCH A THING?

Nooooooooooooooo idea. None at all.

Really.
glacial_queen: (Default)

[personal profile] glacial_queen 2009-07-02 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
O I SEE WHUT YOU DID THAR.

Just the two of you, running around in tiny leather outfits (when it isn't something more revealing) and going on adrenaline-pumping adventures, right?

PULL THE OTHER ONE, IT HAS BELLS ON IT.

[identity profile] ancientbschamp.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
HEY. SOMETIMES THERE'S HOT TUBS.

. . . um.

Whose point am I proving here again?