So basically, I so in love with this fic that I can't even DESCRIBE how in love I am with this fic. It's kind of become my favorite thing ever. Seriously, this was SO AWESOME. It was original and and funny and touching and sweet and you are pretty much brilliant.
One of the best things about this, in my opinion, is how you portrayed not only relationships, but friendships as well. You know how if you have a best friend, and you get into a fight with that best friend, it's totally different than if you get into a fight with any old person, because with your best friend you know that no matter how pissed you are at each other right now, it'll all end up okay somehow because you are best friends and there is no way in hell you're throwing that away? That right there is Pete and Patrick, and that right there is what you have brilliantly, eloquently nailed in this fic.
I loved, loved, LOVED your characterization here. Especially Pete, with his "Patrick is MINE!" business. For example:
Patrick was his, Adrian had totally agreed – Pete might have forced it out of her, but that didn’t make it any less valid – and it was time Patrick just manned up and acknowledged that. Seriously. Patrick just couldn’t go around marrying other people, thinking it was perfectly fine and acceptable.
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Patrick had this completely irrational and hilarious fear of giraffes, and if he was going to brave the zoo with anyone, it should’ve been Pete.
Just- that is so Pete, and you got it perfectly, and just, yes. And then there was Ryan, and I just loved Ryan in this fic, period. I mean, with stuff like this:
i kindof do, Ryan wrote back, and then sent a pic of his bare toes gripping a pencil, because he knew that freaked Pete the fuck out. They were like eagle talons or something. He could fish with those things.
I LAUGHED SO HARD. BEST EVER. And Dad!Patrick was pretty much the most adorable thing ever, and Charlie! Charlie was the cutest baby in the WORLD, and then there was BRENDON with the PURPLE UNICORNS and Gabe being a weird, crazy individual, and Joe, who thinks they should just get married and Adrian, Adrian was just made of awesome and man, I loved each and every person you wrote into this fic.
One of my favorite parts was this line:
Sent Patrick postcards from the Empire State building and the Staten Island ferry and St. Patrick’s Cathedral and a dozen other places they’d been to more times then he could count. None of them said ‘wish you were here,’ but he hoped the message was implied.
OH HEARTCLENCH. This line also had the same effect:
“I want to meet your mom and dad. I want to kiss you on a park bench in the middle of June, and I want to hold your hand, like, every second of every day.”
I kind of flailed a lot when I read that, and I don't even like Brendon/Spencer all that much, okay? But you are a genuis and made me love it here. And last of all:
He thought he spotted some underlined emphasis on the words kill and maim, and there was most definitely a stick figure with horns and a forked tail labeled Ryan Ross. It was holding a deformed orange triangle and a thought bubble above its head was filled with HAs.
I laughed SO HARD at this, and anytime Patrick got sugar cravings. Anything that happened in the cabin was pure gold. Anyways, this has gotten long enough, but this was awesome and I loved it forever and ever and ever the end. :D
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One of the best things about this, in my opinion, is how you portrayed not only relationships, but friendships as well. You know how if you have a best friend, and you get into a fight with that best friend, it's totally different than if you get into a fight with any old person, because with your best friend you know that no matter how pissed you are at each other right now, it'll all end up okay somehow because you are best friends and there is no way in hell you're throwing that away? That right there is Pete and Patrick, and that right there is what you have brilliantly, eloquently nailed in this fic.
I loved, loved, LOVED your characterization here. Especially Pete, with his "Patrick is MINE!" business. For example:
Patrick was his, Adrian had totally agreed – Pete might have forced it out of her, but that didn’t make it any less valid – and it was time Patrick just manned up and acknowledged that. Seriously. Patrick just couldn’t go around marrying other people, thinking it was perfectly fine and acceptable.
and
Patrick had this completely irrational and hilarious fear of giraffes, and if he was going to brave the zoo with anyone, it should’ve been Pete.
Just- that is so Pete, and you got it perfectly, and just, yes. And then there was Ryan, and I just loved Ryan in this fic, period. I mean, with stuff like this:
i kindof do, Ryan wrote back, and then sent a pic of his bare toes gripping a pencil, because he knew that freaked Pete the fuck out. They were like eagle talons or something. He could fish with those things.
I LAUGHED SO HARD. BEST EVER. And Dad!Patrick was pretty much the most adorable thing ever, and Charlie! Charlie was the cutest baby in the WORLD, and then there was BRENDON with the PURPLE UNICORNS and Gabe being a weird, crazy individual, and Joe, who thinks they should just get married and Adrian, Adrian was just made of awesome and man, I loved each and every person you wrote into this fic.
One of my favorite parts was this line:
Sent Patrick postcards from the Empire State building and the Staten Island ferry and St. Patrick’s Cathedral and a dozen other places they’d been to more times then he could count. None of them said ‘wish you were here,’ but he hoped the message was implied.
OH HEARTCLENCH. This line also had the same effect:
“I want to meet your mom and dad. I want to kiss you on a park bench in the middle of June, and I want to hold your hand, like, every second of every day.”
I kind of flailed a lot when I read that, and I don't even like Brendon/Spencer all that much, okay? But you are a genuis and made me love it here. And last of all:
He thought he spotted some underlined emphasis on the words kill and maim, and there was most definitely a stick figure with horns and a forked tail labeled Ryan Ross. It was holding a deformed orange triangle and a thought bubble above its head was filled with HAs.
I laughed SO HARD at this, and anytime Patrick got sugar cravings. Anything that happened in the cabin was pure gold. Anyways, this has gotten long enough, but this was awesome and I loved it forever and ever and ever the end. :D