Yes we love boyfriends, those of us who have them. :D

... :disappointed:

Aw hugs!

Awww :(

:hug:

I will just say that not all the shines is gold. :(

very true, that.... *sigh*

some of you i do

 

not know or recognize names

 

haiku frenger out

 

:cool:

 

btw.. ill eb back later so introduce yourselves, plz? im Olivia/Revolwem/Etc..

Good to see you!

I did bad, mommy...

 

I have returned! (forgot it was Saturday again...) :embarassed:

 

Anyhoo.. I looked back a couple of pages and saw I wrote this:

 

"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times."

A story made by fangirls.

 

 

It was a cold and stormy night in Roskilde, Denmark and Jonas Bjerre was just coming off stage dripping in sweat from playing the best show of his life. Little did he know, it would be his last.

 

[POW POW POW!]

Bullets are flying in all directions. People are screaming and running for their lives. Jonas takes shelter under a swanky little tent behind the stage. But where are Bo and Silas?

 

[dun dun dun!]

 

Hours pass and there is nothing but silence. Jonas is all alone in a wee little tent that was set up by fangirls if he ever seriously considered hooking up with any of them after all their desperate pleas.

 

Little did he know these 'annoying' as some people call it, fangirls would be the reason he still stands today. Or crouches...as he's hiding in a tent still waiting to meet his fate.

 

Hours more pass, and still nothing but silence. No sirens, no footsteps, no gun fire, no voices. Not even the sound of trees that he likes so much. The rain has stopped, and so has the mayhem.

 

He sits under his little tent, filled with nothing with a few blankets and sex toys (??? :stunned: damned fangirls). He decides to cuddle up for warmth and starts to drift off to dream land, as he's been awake for almost 24rs.

 

Suddenly, there is a loud noise!

[snap!]

 

And he can hear someone approaching the tent. His eyes pop open, and he lies still. Someone or something is moving the flap of the tent open...

 

"Jonas! Is that you? It's your husband, Silas."

He jumps up at the sound of a familiar friendly voice. He turns around to greet his one and only, the father of his children, Silas Utke Graae Jorgensen.

 

 

 

Stay tuned for part 2.

 

 

 

 

As a Joke of course. ;)

 

But as I have had some caffein I quickly wrote some more. :stunned:

 

 

 

Welcome Dear Frengers to part 2

 

”It’s like my mother once said, “Que sera, sera…””

Okay, so she DIDN'T say that... :rolleyes:

 

 

”Silas, Silas, my love!!!”

 

Jonas was ecstatic, he crawled out of the cramped tent into the arms of his Si-Si Utkie Grey-Grae Bear. Silas himself was quiet but happy, and he expressed his relief and joy with a great big hug. It didn’t last for very long, Jonas smelled something rank. He opened his eyes and to his horror saw a familiar build in a pile of bodies…

 

But… these bodies were NOT dead. They were just wounded and unconscious but there had not been a single ambulance or cop car… No one to help them… But some people had to be dead… He could smell them slowly starting to decay in the cold summer breeze. He broke away from Silas… And started to walk slowly in the direction.

 

Silas wanted to hold him back and reached for his arm, but as his finger tips tried to grasp it, Jonas pulled away. He couldn’t believe that she might be…

 

A few more steps… just a few more. He had lost track of time and sense of reality. What the fuck had happened there? Who was bloody responsible?! Why is no one there to help?! It’s also confusing…

 

“Sissy! Oh, God. Are you alright?”

 

Silas couldn’t believe his eyes… She was alright. Thank goodness. He wouldn’t be able to stand the loss of his daughter.

 

Jonas grabbed her and carried her over to the nearest merch tent… He cleared it off the table and placed her on it inside to keep her warm and dry.

 

Silas followed him and helped to tuck her in with Magenta Skycode tees and hoodies. She was breathing and seemed fine. A few cuts and bruises… but otherwise fine. After all, she is half wizard. Even if Jonas isn’t aware of this.

 

They kissed her cheeks and exited the tent but did not go far. It wasn’t long until they had company.

 

 

 

Stay tuned for part 3.

 

 

 

And then I got more ideas so... :thinking:

 

 

 

Welcome Dear Frengers to part 3

 

 

"It’s a soft shock to your soft side…”

LOLs at a Yeah Yeah Yeahs lyric :cool:

 

 

“Oh, sweet InuYasha and Holy Pikachu Gods, you’re all alive! For freaks sake I was like worried, yo” cried relief from a familiar manly voice.

 

“Oh, Bo! You live! Where are the others?” asked Silas desperately.

 

Jonas walked away, Bo’s arm had a bad cut, and he couldn’t stand the sight of it being so squeamish.

 

Silas let him go, but Bo, just seeing them again for the first time after all the mayhem that had passed, was wondering where he’d gone.. He’d known nothing of the scare they had about their daughter and that he can’t stand the sight of heavy bleeding.

 

“Wh-what? Wait.. Jones! Co-“

 

“Let him go, dear. He will be fine. How about you? “ He asked eying his injured arm.

 

“Fine, fine. I just need a cloth to hold it. I’d use my shirt but it’s not so…”

 

Before he could finish Silas entered the tent again as quietly as possible to not disturb Sissy. He grabbed a tee and hoodie from a box and handed them to Bo.

 

“Th-thanks, S. I’d use my powers but… My wand broke. And besides, you’re the only one here that knows… I wouldn't want to startle Jonas.”

 

Silas gave a slight nod in agreement.

 

“Where’s everyone else gone? I can see and smell all the carnage. It’s horrific.”

 

“Well Nick and B are okay, they left right after we got off stage”

 

“Curious…” :thinking:

 

“Well they have families, ya know? And other jobs… Don’t go getting all suspicious on them, okay? I trust them.”

 

“As you wish… What do you think happened here?”

 

“Assassins.”

 

“WHAT?”

 

“I know for certain. They tried to kidnap me, and cut me in the process. They wanted to put an end to my guitar riffs. They are the assassins of all good taste in music. They came here on the behalf of Lady Gaga and Hilary Uh-Duhhhhf.” :cry:

 

“But how could they get all this power and the weapons.. the plans? Who would’ve helped them? We have two prime suspects.” :angry:

 

“I said STOP IT! They are innocent… I’m sure of it” :veryangry2:

 

“As you wish, love…” :\

 

“Quiet! Jonas could hear you. He just over there… Oh, God. He’s crying…” A somber look appeared on Bo’s face… The guilt killed him. “Is Sis, alright?” :(

 

Silas gave a quick nod, and stared Bo square in the eye.

 

“But… You’re the real father of Shisha and Leon Bernard Bjerre. Not him… I can’t lie anymore. I care for him because of our kids, they love him so much. But If I could leave him for you and be a real family without anyone getting hurt, I would!"

 

“It’s far too late for this now… I know I hurt you repeatedly.. I can’t hurt him too because of the bad decisions I made.” :confused:

 

Silas quickly went for a subject change as Jonas appeared to be walking back

 

“Where’s Leo again? He stayed home with yours and Natasha’s sitter right?”

 

“Yes, he had a cold.. But Natty should be home already from England. She was to perform today. She is probably worried sick. And my poor son Nathan Rune Khan Madsen… I miss him dearly.”

 

“You know, he’ll look more like her than you, right? We could keep our secret forever. I had to tell Jonas I had Hawaiian ancestry to explain Sissy’s and Leo’s skin tone. “ :embarassed:

 

“He bought it?”

 

“Sure…” Silas looked away, and turned to glance at Jonas. He didn’t come closer than a few yards, their whispers were safe. But why? Deep down, he knew the truth, but he loves too much to say… And after all this… Could he survive it?

 

 

*cue song “Hands Burn” by Magenta Skycode*

 

 

 

 

Stay tuned for part 4.

 

 

 

There won't be one. This is awful. :lol:

I love Hands Burn by Magenta Skycode

I love your stories :lol:

Magenta Skycode is ACE. I need to listen to their newer songs, but life permits me to enjoy new music as I used to! xD

 

 

And thank you kindly Grizzie. ^_^

And for anyone who doesnt get the Natasha Khan reference. I dreamt she and Bo were having a baby once. :)

And for anyone who doesnt get the Natasha Khan reference. I dreamt she and Bo were having a baby once. :)

I know :D

 

Ace dream

 

I bought a pumpkin yesterday to make pumpkin soup. They weighted and it was ..... dum dum dum ..... €1,56 ! Fucking great price!

And the soup is grrreat too ;)

 

and today I was looking a cheap car insurance and noticed that the polis number of the car insurance starts with 156 .... just like my cellphone number, HOW GRRREAT!

 

:D

I should check out Magenta Skycode.

OMG... that story... that was.... incredible :lol:

 

Good evening (or morning or afternoon) you frengers. I hope everything is well with you this lovely sunday :dance:

 

I am having one of those "all that shines is not gold" kinda days, so... I'm just gonna sit over there *points* in the corner... :P

 

Yup.

 

:(

Aww Missy, why so? :(

 

And I have been abusing Magenta Skycode lately. :)

 

I really must listen to them!

Libby... life and relationships... :lol:

 

Those things that are really hard to ignore, y'know.

 

Oh well, I'm making a good job of it today :dance:

Yes, griz you must!!! :sneaky:

 

And Missy try not to be bummed out about life. I mean, even if relationships aren't going well... You're going well...

 

 

TO SEE MEW IN TWO WEEKS! *le gasp* :stunned:

I really must listen to them!

YES YOU MUUUUST!

 

and MEW IN A FEW DAAAAYS! JAZZZZZ MEW JAZZZZ MEW JAZZZZ MEW! JZAZZ MEEEEEEEWW!!!!

 

Did the the xx gig realy got cancelled?

Wyrd...*jealous of you!*

 

Libby, thanks :nice: ugh, this exact same thing happened last time I was due to see Mew, too... wtf is my life? :facepalm:

I got the email. I will be calling Ekko tomorrow just to check. This sucks! :(

 

Kim, Mew, I, Kim, Mew, IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

Mew better not cancel, I will kick their butts if they do.

FIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DAYS!

Go shorty go shorty ....

:dance:

 

I need a Miike Snow album.

FIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DAYS!

Go shorty go shorty ....

 

:awesome: