Freaks 2.0

I was thinking about editing Freaks. I've always wanted it to be an "historically" realistic fic and asdfgjklm. Since I found this old archive I feel the need of correcting it you know.
Oh I wouldn't remove anything just add, but yeah you could read it and see. There will be more accurate details about Jamie and Stuart, and the places too. R U WID ME

And Ian's photo rampage (azdfgjkkm feels) made me want to do a short Story in three parts like Freaks, the same atmosphere you see, but with Ian and Lee. It would start when Ian is 13 and Lee is 15 cos Lee is a pedo. And look at this photo when he had long hair, this love-sick look in his eyes that I'm the only one to see cause I ship Watgaze so hard. Yes they would have long hair in the beggining how cool is that. R U WID ME

also have the first lines of that weird project that includes Thom Yorke. Lee's state is inspired by the man that talks in A Wolf at the door. Here have the lyrics

Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing, "I miss you"
Snakes and ladders
Lift the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up, get going
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance, you fucker
Dance, you fucker
Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it with the love is given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror
At the face you don't recognize
Help me call the doctor
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me aside
Put me aside
Put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's going to mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don't pay the ransom
But I'll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops

No, no, no, no, no, no, no . . .

Walking like giant cranes
Ah, with my x-ray eyes I strip you naked
In a tight little world, why are you on the list?
Stepford wives, who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers, investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers.
City boys in first class
Don't know we're born little
Someone else is going to come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does, always pick it up
Get over, get up, get over
Turn the tape off

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's going to mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don't pay the ransom
But I'll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops
So I'll just go 'oooh...'

(Yeah I don't know either about the flan in the face. It's Thom Yorke, don't question.)
Actually the likes in bold are going to be in the text... I love that song to bits. When the chapter is complete you'll see it follows the storyline of the solg quite well actually ;)

Here is the text :

"Lee glanced outside at the grey, threatening clouds that hovered over London.
He frowned, pulling the curtains closed, and turning his back to the tiny window.
Zachy and Danyial were sitting at the table of the small, dirty kitchen. A ceiling lamp lit the room with a yellowish gleam that sometimes faltered. The young children would rose their eyes from their soup, and watch, hoping for it not to black out. They didn't like the dark.

Lee sighed, and sat at the table face to his bowl of soup.
He was scared.
He had got fired from his job three days before. Which meant no money.
The kids knew.
Lee didn't look at them.
No money didn't only mean no food and no electricity, but it also meant Lee wasn't able to pay the tax on Abnormality anymore.

Lee buried his face in his hands. Since the New Regime had taken its toll on the UK, all artists, non-heterosexual people and opponents to the government were labelled Abnormal. You had to pay the tax to stay free, or they locked you up and away. And if they found you practicing your art or affirming your opinions out loud, it was the same. That's how the government made money.
It's dangerous, an artist, it's a political being, an argumentator of the freedom of speech.

Lee would have rather died than not play music anymore. Music was him, music was everything to him. He used to be a guitarist in a famous band before, and that, the Regime had noticed it.
But he could never live without his sons, and even less leave them alone in the hands of those dirty bastards.
As if it wasn't enough, he had to pay a little sum for his "moral crimes". For having slept with men, for having loved them, for having had boyfriends.

His wife had been hospitalised miles away a little while ago, to cure her diabete. And he would never have cheated on her. All those boys, they were from long ago, even if Lee had loved them, they were his past now. But he had to pay, for a bunch of photos and for some love letters.

And now Lee had been fired, there was no way to pay the tax, and he was so scared. "

Also J-6 for Young Guns and I gots places for Green Day's American Idiot musical

Woot

SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THOSE IDEAS