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I had fic to beta-read and fic to write yesterday after I ran all my errands, but what did I do? I procrastinated. I read Heart Sick by Chelsea Cain and I went through my "unsorted pics" file. I found a bunch more of people in glasses and shades, and a fair number of people sucking on cancer sticks.




( remember, smoking is bad, kids. even if some people look smokin' hot doing it )


Got more? Spam me with them in the comments. I know somebody's got a HQ copy of that pic of Ray and Gerard smoking up, having a gossip fest behind a venue. (I couldn't find it - must be on the other computer.)



OK. Now I'm going to go to a baby shower. A couples baby shower. For MrIris's best friend. By myself, because MrIris had a stupid business trip. Yay.

Hopefully when I get home I'll feel inspired to write notskeezygabe fic.

Happy Sunday to you all!

Know who I forgot to include in last night's men-in-eyewear picspam?


Uh-huh. Don't front. You know you'd hit that.
Especially if he wore his glasses while banging the hell out of his kit.
I'd mow down Chester Bennington to get to Rob, and that's saying something.

( Not the highest quality ever, but I capped 'em from NBC's footage online, so... )


Also, for anyone who wants it, Panic at Hove, the full audio MP3.