yeah, i don't know

[harborshore]

I didn't want to be right when I wrote that story. I was writing it so I would get the sheer possibility of it out of my head. It was good to write it, because I managed to give Bob and Brian a happy ending, but fuck, I really didn't want to be right. Goddammit. I don't know what to say about this. I don't even know how I feel about this.

I have a number of favorite things about Bob. The list starts like this:

1. He rescues dogs.

2. He's seriously fucking good at what he does.







Feel free to continue in comments. Videos, photos, favorite things about Bob. That's what I'd like to talk about today. Also, I need a hug. Who wants to have a cuddle party?

Comments

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I know it's not about taking things away from him, I was just being very LOL!ENTITLED and being grumpy about not even getting to hear the music he was so happy about playing (no kidding, that drumming video is breaking my fucking heart). I really want you to take whatever comfort you need to take, sweetheart.

(The other thing is, the possibility of his wrists being that bad is really horrible too--because then he can't play. I was trying to imagine someone taking away my singing voice and ow, no, no. Basically I'm going to stay away from most other entries talking about this until I'm calmer, I think.)

I'm very glad about that, I'm so glad they still talk. ♥

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

I... can't imagine they'll scrap EVERYTHING they recorded with him, but then, who knows? I'm fighting the disillusionment tooth and nail right now, because it's Bob and I love him and I don't want him to be hurting at all, in any way. I just want them all--ALL--to be happy, and all I can do is trust that whatever led them here, this is what's best. And whatever happens from here on out is for the best, too.