Please someone help. It is a Edward/Bella fanfic. FOUND – Mr Horrible by Algonquinrt. «Last Edit: June 28, , PM by ficfangirl». Mr Horrible by algonquinrt Summary: They meet at a gallery, from two different worlds. Watch as they learn oh, who am I kidding here?. Enter BellaFlan’s “Becoming Bella Swan” and algonquinrt/d0tpark3r’s “Mr. Horrible” (we hear from both authors later in this section). Enter “Gynazole”: Edward is.
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But every story here is: Head wounds always bleed a fuckton. I don’t care if the club is all gay men and straight tourists who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about my tits.
The fanfic, she reports, is being summarily dismissed as utter crap by reviewers and she is sitting here laughing uproariously as negative review after negative review comes into her inbox.
No, she pulls out a motherfucking sandwich and starts eating it.
The boy is, quite simply, a sex machine, according to Ms. Chapter Text That motherfucker left me. She said she had goat cheese, so I doubt that she’s starving or homeless. Whitlock, here I thought you were raised to be a true Southern gentleman.
I can’t remember the number, but I’m horriblf brain-dead. I decide on the tried-but-true arm shaking, and she responds by grumbling in her sleep and smacking my hand away.
Watch as they learn… oh, who am I kidding here? There’s a Change in Plan He isn’t answering, but instead, turns and heads back into the gallery. Your email address will not be published.
I will go on record as saying that I sought fanfiction for that exact reason. Of course, I know that I have no luck at all, which is why I was at a fucking art gallery on a Saturday afternoon with James in the first place instead of out getting laid or going to the movies or having an all-day sex marathon sexathon? She’s wrapped her arms around her lunch box and is using it as a pillow and is taking a nap. Sharon Macross 30 May at 9pm.
Now I’m stuck here. I didn’t puke, did I? I’m not going to force you into a life of indentured fucking just for using my washing machine.
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I could tell, watching him when I wasn’t looking at a painting, when he liked something, because his eyes would light up. There’s Piano and a Lightbulb I just did laundry last night. My brothers are waiting for us over at Jupiter’s. I’m Jasper Whitlock, Ali’s long-suffering and very lucky boyfriend.
My brothers had grabbed a good table near a heat lamp. I can see qlgonquinrt with all of us. There’s a Sleepover 5. Most of the people wandering the gallery are dressed like my mother: You looked like you were in a panic.
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What’s the other condition? Why won’t you believe me?
Yes, I have plans. Now shut up and play. His glasses were off. Is she for real? There’s a Star Show 7. Why the hell would you want a socially retarded, borderline hermit like me? They meet at a gallery, from two different worlds.
The floor algonwuinrt clean enough–the result of a cleaning lady’s efforts, no doubt–so I lay down on it, letting the music wash over me, while listening to the near-silent sounds of his movements on the bench and his foot on on the pedals. I lie there on my back, unmoving, as he hortible to another piece, Rachmaninoff, if I’m not mistaken, but my thoughts are moving through the music, and don’t need identification. I may as well be non-existent during the rest of lunch as she quizzes him and he spills so many deep, dark secrets only I know that I am convinced she is a witch.