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I'm having a bit of a problem in recognizing about why "Glee" is so popular. Oh these American kids with such bad taste in things.
I don't really understand what "Glee" is supposed to be about anyways. It's basically cover songs. YCAGWYW, I am not spelling out that title, too long, is instantly recognized on that show. Somebody tell me about why it's so damn famous.
"Exile" is also number 1 on the UK charts. So, I see that "Exile" is one nearly every top 10 list in many countries and is sold out a lot everywhere. Very good news.
Oh, that reminds me. I should go track down some "Criminal Minds" slash. Sounds good.
And I am so happy that there is now only two days of school left. Now all that's left is to go through the motions of it. I think that this week is passing by more slowly because I'm also awaiting the arrival of my new book. Oh yeah, another Jagger bio with MORE possibilities of gay. Oh yessss.
Speaking of Stones, I'm writing an EPIC story of them. I've written 40 pages so far. It is very good and is coming along smoothly. Not to mention it has HET in it which is weird to write about. Het fic. isn't really that popular among fan fiction circles because there are those dumbass girls (possibly guys) that give het. fics a really bad name: loaded with stupid plots, obviously no plot, shabby characters, very unrealistic story lines, and so forth.
I'm incorporating Anita/Keith, even if I don't really like Anita, I still know how much Keith loved her. Just really thinking about that woman is enough to not be happy. I'm gonna say it again: I REALLY DON'T LIKE ANITA PALLENBERG. I KIND OF HATE HER.
So, I need to be able to type up my story, which will take a very long time. I'm trying to take it slow and I might divide it up into chapters.
Things that should be noted: Ronnie's been sober fro 60 days! Good job Ronnie. It's nice to know that you are trying to get back on the wagon. You really should because I don't think you need to drink anymore since you can't hold your liquor. I just don't want to see on the headliners: Ronnie Wood (62) is dead from alcohol related problems! No, that is definitely not good.
I'm really pining for a story. I want someone to write me one. It would be nice to figure out who would.
Also, by the way, here's a bit of some story:
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Title: Backfire
Pairings: Anita/Keith/Mick, Brian/Mick, implied Keith/Mick/Brian, Kenneth Anger/Mick
Disclaimer: If I owned the Rolling Stones and Kenneth Anger, then I would be a very rich person. Sadly, I do not own them.
“You want to do… what?”
A thoroughly confused Anita questioned. Her steady gazed leveled out with another figure. A man stood in front of her. His name was Kenneth Anger. He gazed back with cool eyes. He cleared his throat and still stared at the Italian woman before him.
She watched him of a pint of beer. The nameless diner that they were in was a bit prestigious. It was a fancy little diner. The atmosphere completely different that what they were discussing. She slowly took a drink from her ale.
“Yes,” he said as a matter of fact. “Are you up for it? Think about the possibilities.”
Anita was skeptical. It did sound like a wonderful idea. This type of… ritual that he was imposing. After getting into this little hobby of hers (that didn’t involve becoming a brief walking chemical lab), it sounded fun. She tilted her head back, blond hair falling from her eyes.
A smile played on her thin lips. A pagan wedding you say?” Anita spoke slowly, as if to reassure. “Isn’t that a little… extreme?”
“No,” Kenneth spoke up. “It’s quite a good idea. There are so many opportunities to this.”
Anita was a bit puzzled. Kenneth, as they had known him for a while, was very deep into black magic. He always seemed to be in some type of ritual. He was an understudy of Aleister Crowley, which thoroughly interested them. Like many before Kenneth, people suggested that she and Keith marry and that both had the thought cross their minds. But this was decidedly different: a pagan wedding.
Anita was in limbo: she wanted to, yet she didn’t want to. It sounded dangerous, yet it came with an extra thrill. It was that part of life that parents told their children not to meddle around in. The allure of the dark edge this had seemed to draw in Anita like sharks to blood. But Keith might have something different to say.
Anita finally edged out those thoughts. “Well?” he said calmly.
“I’ll think about it.” Anita stood up from her chair and moved to get her coat.
“Remember to tell him. I’ve already got the vital items needed to make this a success.”
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Anita walked down the path back to the house. The trees were bare and it showed a type of exposure. Keith’s house wasn’t that far from where she was. Her large fur coat rubbed warmly against her skin. A light shiver ruffled her frame as she felt small pieces of fur graze against her skin.
Anita gazed up at the sky, the pale blue sky with dabs of white clouds. She thought back to Keith. She would love it if Keith could have been married to her. To actually be joined together in a blissful ceremony to unite their long time adoration for each other. It seemed so light, yet a beautiful vision.
She smiled at that thought. ‘Pure and blissful,’ Anita laughed at that innocent thought of a wedding. It had a funny ring to it and there was something about it that seemed to fairy tale like. Knowing them, they’d probably have the cake injected with assorted chemicals that they were currently favoring. She smirked at the images of people freaking out from the effects of their ‘chemical cake’.
Stepping up to the stone steps, Anita opened the door and dropped her coat at the door when it was closed. She wasn’t really thinking of anyone. Mick had already left earlier, so she had Keith all to herself. Eyes alighted when she saw Keith seated at the couch. A newspaper was clasped in in hands.
His eyes switched around the paper and would occasionally narrow. Soon, he caught sight of Anita and he smiled at her. She smiled as he motioned for her to come and sit by him. With a light chuckle at how much of a child like gesture that was, she obliged and treaded towards him. She snuggled up to him as he draped an arm around lithe shoulders. Her blond hair grazed against his arm.
“Hey Anita,” Keith breathed into her ear.
She smiled softly. “Hey Keith.”
Anita tuned her head and she tenderly pressed her lips against Keith’s. He daintily set down the papers as he fully turned towards her. He let his hand fall on her shoulder and gingerly wrapped an arm around her backside.
“Let’s go upstairs. We’ll continue up there.”
She let out a smile laugh. “Alright.”
Before leaving, Anita expeditiously grasped at a little box on the table and followed Keith upstairs
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No music. Just the sounds of a new episode of "Criminal Minds".
