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Much has already been said on this subject, but I'm digging the new delicious layout! It's going to take me a little while to get used to it, but it's much, much prettier. My favorite part is that the related tags actually narrow down your selection now :) And also the fact that there's no longer any pesky dots in the URL.
So I'm not entirely sure, but I think my Beach Dog fic is going to be split up into two parts, although I don't think I'm going to change POVs, like with Anywhere You Let It Go. It might be fun to do Jon's during the second, though. Hmmmmm, must ponder. I also kind of want Beach Dog to be real. Beach Dog is kind of awesome. In my head, at least, which actually isn't saying much. And I just spent twenty minutes trying to pick out a snippet that explains a little about Beach Dog, but I can't decide on one that won't give too much of the story away. But, like, Beach Dog is Brendon and Spencer's band. Here's a different kind of Beach Dog snippet for you instead, because I'm so boring and this is all I've got for you. (I like saying/writing Beach Dog. I think you can tell.)
STARGATE TONIGHT. YES.
So I'm not entirely sure, but I think my Beach Dog fic is going to be split up into two parts, although I don't think I'm going to change POVs, like with Anywhere You Let It Go. It might be fun to do Jon's during the second, though. Hmmmmm, must ponder. I also kind of want Beach Dog to be real. Beach Dog is kind of awesome. In my head, at least, which actually isn't saying much. And I just spent twenty minutes trying to pick out a snippet that explains a little about Beach Dog, but I can't decide on one that won't give too much of the story away. But, like, Beach Dog is Brendon and Spencer's band. Here's a different kind of Beach Dog snippet for you instead, because I'm so boring and this is all I've got for you. (I like saying/writing Beach Dog. I think you can tell.)
“So what’s the deal with you and Ross?” Brendon asks.
Spencer shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Spence, come on. Old friends? You never mentioned him before.” Brendon gives him his best pout, and Spencer arches an eyebrow without looking away from his screen.
“Not a big deal,” Spencer says. “He’s a little older. We lived near each other growing up, went to the same school, but then he moved away for college. Chicago.” He glances over at Brendon. “Where he met Jon.”
Brendon rubs a thumb along the edge of the wooden desk, bites his lip. “I’m just curious. I mean—”
“Oh my god, Brendon.” Spencer slaps his hand down over Brendon’s. “You’re not being replaced, Jesus Christ, I still love you best.”
“Of course you love me best,” Brendon says, nodding, because he totally never doubted that, for real. “I’m awesome.”
“Dork.”
“Loser.”
“Leave before I kill you,” Spencer says.
Brendon hops to his feet, grinning. “Yes sir.”
STARGATE TONIGHT. YES.