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15 Feb ~ hp_springsmut
12 Apr ~ remix_redux

Behold, my day in review:

- My fabulous pink hair is no longer fabulous. It is now a distressingly light shade of salmon with blonde bits lurking near the tips. Which, yeah. Not what I signed up for. I'm rectifying this as we speak; of course, the beauty supply did not have the color I wanted, and I was unwilling drive over to the mall, so. I'm trying something new. An hour from now, my hair will be purple. Or, you know, I'll be bald. Either way, pics as new develops.

- My refusal to drive to the mall stemmed from the fact that I was there for entirely too long yesterday. I needed a new post for my Monroe, because the one I had finally striped its threads after five years of daily removal for work, and yeah. That turned out to be a treasure hunt of epic proportions. I apparently have the last 16gg facial piercing in the western world. I did find one eventually -- four hours and a good seventeen shops later -- and I'm not sure I like it, because the ball is too big and the post is too long, but. I got something for it before the hole closed and I didn't have to settle for a fishhook, or whatever, so. I'll count it as a win.

- Still no phone. /////O\\\\\

- I flipped on the radio at work today, only to discover that KROQ was doing an interview with Gerard. Gerard. He didn't talk about the band much; he mostly bantered with the DJs and banged on about Umbrella Academy, but yeah. Ngh. I love him, and his stupid, little voice.

Near the end, Kevin and Bean started talking about the Black Parade costumes, and it somehow came up that Gerard's flak jacket must have been a little stinky after weeks and weeks of touring, and Gerard was all 'yeah, it kind of was,' and then he admitted that he maybe hadn't washed himself it as much as he probably should have, partially from laziness, but also because he got a little superstitious about it, like if he cleaned it too much it would wash away the good luck, or something.

Best part of the whole interview: 'My wife and I have a costume closet for our old tour clothes. It's the smelliest closet in the house.'

Oh, Gerard. <3333333

[eta:] I just checked KROQ's website, because Kevin and Bean podcast all their shows. Today's show isn't up their yet; it should be up by Friday, if anyone wants to hear it.

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Speaking of MCR -- anyone up for a bandom beta? It's Frank/Gerard, and looking to be about 3,000 words. *big eyes*

Yeah, okay. This is not the post-Panic concert post I promised you.

My computer ate the first draft, and Semagic ate the second and third, so. Evidently, a recap post from me was not meant to be. Suffice to say, it was amazing. Hastily converted ice skating rinks make for terrible concert venues, but other than that, I had a fantastic time. Brendon is still tiny, Jon is still a man, Ryan is still a pretty lesbian, and Spencer is still a rock star. They played everything I wanted to hear, and they also did a cover of The Weight, which just happens to be one of my most favourite songs ever.

Jon informed us that Brendon had got a new tattoo earlier that day, but he failed to mention any of the pertinent details. Like where, or of what. Is it another mollusk? Is it on his ass? Does anyone know? Better yet, does anyone have pictures?

My phone is still missing in action. Well, no. That's not entirely true. It's no longer missing, in that I know where it is, but I don't actually have it on me, because I'm too lazy to drive over and get it. Yeah, I know. I'm made of fail.

In other news, I seemed to have dyed my hair pink.

( pics or gtfo )

Speaking of pics, I cannot stop staring at this.Well, hello there, Mr Way! Good to see you're still hot like the sun!

( bandom fic woes )

Clearly, it's time for bed.





¹ working title.

OFF TO SEE PANIC. SO EXCITED. I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

Full report tomorrow. Possibly fanfiction as well, but. Mostly, a full report.

PANIC. AT THE DISCO.

Don't break the internet while I'm gone!

Not really here.

I'm having some weird, bizzaro internet issues. Like, weird. I don't even know. Also, my mobile seems to have gone missing, again. I sometimes wonder why I even bother having a phone, as I spend more time looking for it than I do talking on it.

The good news is, I'm writing. The bad news is, I can't get anything finished. It's like attack of the killer WIPs.

Speaking of writing, have some recs from bandombigbang, all of which made me want to burn my own fanfiction in a fit of despair.

- Behind the Sea by airgiodslv. [Gabe/William, Frank/Gerard, Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Ryan, NC-17]

This is a seaQuest AU, and it is utterly fantastic. Sadly, I lack the words in which to explain how utterly fantastic. It's the same kind of brilliance that went into the telepath au, only everyone is on a submarine!

- I Have Been All Things Unholy by bexless. [Frank/Gerard, R]

Here we have an AU based on the movie Stigmata, and it is made of awesome and win. I have already read it three times. And I am doubly excited, because according to this, there's going to me more.

- A Note To Follow So by nardasarmy. [Bob/Brian, NC-17]

This is one of those fics, where I didn't know I needed it in my life until I read it. Bob POV! Bonus hotass Schechter! It's also a wonderful exploration of life on tour.

Last night, I saw Iron Maiden in concert.

I spent most of the drive over in a gleeful, starstruck stupor, because Iron Maiden. I didn't even know what to do with that. Then I arrived at the venue and discovered that the opening band was Anthrax.

Seriously, Anthrax.

( cut for fangirling )

On top of all that, the Lakers won the Western Conference.

Ugh. Best weekend ever.

I'll take fics I simply cannot get finished for $500, Alex.

- Frank/Gerard van!days fic, in which innocent cuddling devolves into dry-humping in a Denny's parking lot while the others are asleep. Or while Mikey and Ray are asleep, and Matt has fucked off for the restroom and possibly a cup of coffee.

(the problem here, I think, is that despite two and a half opening paragraphs of good, clean comedy, this is now trying desperately to be serious business. Which, yeah. Totally for the fail, because if there's anything on the planet that's not serious business, it's two tired and somewhat smelly boys accidentally dry-humping in a van. What I need here is more grasping hands and stuttering hips, and less of Frank's internal monologue on how the deserted interstate on which they've become lost is a perfect metaphor for his unrequited feelings for Gerard.)

- Bob/Patrick sharing-an-apartment!fic, in which watching tv, eating take-out, and having geeky conversations about music eventually lead to lazy blowjobs on the couch, and also Bob complains about how Patrick is quite possibly the messiest person alive.

(the funny part is, out of everything listed above, I'm actually stuck on the geeky musical conversations. Which is also for the fail, because yeah. I play seven instruments. Including -- you guessed it! -- the drums, so. You'd think I'd be able to squeak out a couple hundred words of them communing about, say, high-hats.)

- The Marching Band AU.

(and this was going so well, too. the thing is, I've kind of written myself into a corner. More correctly, I've written myself into a situation where the next scene is distressingly Panic-centric, and I'm having a terrible time getting a bead on Ryan Ross.)

- The Tattoo Shop AU.

(oh, this. I've had the opening scene for this written in my head for months. In my brain, it's fucking poetry. On paper, it's a hot rambling mess, and it also kind of wants to be serious business, and yeah. If there's anything less serious business than Frank and Gerard dry-humping in a van, it's Mikey Way opening a tattoo shop.)

*headdesks repeatedly*

Alive!

Apologies for my extended absence -- I've picked up a few extra shifts at work to avoid having my mobile turned off. Or my car taken away. You know how it is. On the bright side, I actually like my job, so I don't really mind being there for extended periods of time, except that it deprives me of the endless internet access to which I've become accustomed.

*clings*

On an entirely different bright side, I've not been completely idle! In the last week, I've written a total of two fanfics -- one HP and one Bandom. Sadly, I've written them on paper. I'm still excited about this development, and I'm hoping that once I type them up, they'll still manage to make some kind of sense.

I'm sure my friends-list is at ?skip=960, or something, so. If you've done, said, or written something fascinating in the last week, drop me a comment.

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I now have, in my hot and somewhat grubby little hands, tickets to the Honda Civic Tour.

Dude. Totally victorious.

You'd think buying concert tickets would be easy duty. Yeah, well. I apparently can't do anything normally. Also, I don't have a credit card, which I guess makes me some kind of freak.

( adventures in concert tickets )

This mall has a Target, which is pretty much my second favorite place to shop ever. The kid who rang me up had reasonably bad scene hair and one of those elongated, curlicue labret hoops that I know for a fact are impossible to eat with because I used to have one. He kept looking at me oddly, so oddly that I almost asked him what his damage was. Then I took a good, hard look at what I'd tossed on his conveyor belt:

A box of black hair dye, an eyeliner pencil, a pink and black striped hoodie, and a Fall Out Boy CD.

Clearly, I am twelve.

With that in mind, I am off to watch the **** Live in Phoenix DVD.

\O/

Totally victorious.

Why, yes! What I needed right now, more than anything in the entire world, was to come down with a cold. Thank you, whomever it was who doused me with their cooties, and consequently, infected me with a strain of the black lung so vile that it not only shuns over-the-counter medicine, but laughs at it. Thank you, indeed.

*dies*

In other news, remixredux08 is live! Once again, I've received two stories, which fills me with glee and joy.

- Weasleys Wizard Wheezes: The Ministry Disapproved Edition (The Liability Remix) by anon. [Fred, George, Percy, PG]

Remember Weasleys Wizard Wheezes: The Spring 2006 Edition, that cracktastic multimedia extravaganza I did for one of the non-fiction challenges at omniocular? Yes, well. Here it is again! It's the entire catalogue, reproduced in full, with Percy's notes and commentary in the margins, and it's absolutely fucking brilliant. I haven't laughed this hard in ages, seriously.

- That Won't Come Out (the all that's yet inside of it remix) by anon. [Snape/Minvera, R]

This is a remix of Things We Lost (and Found) in the War, the Snape/Minerva I wrote for smutty_claus. I'm rather fond of this story -- despite the fact that it fought me on several points, and tried desperately to be a rom-com at all the wrong times -- and I was very pleased to see that someone decided to give it a go. This is very fragile and quiet, and it's an interesting perspective on Snape from Minerva's point of view.

*glee and joy*

I only wrote one story. As per usual, drabbles for anyone who can pinpoint the one of which I am guilty.

I COULD HAVE DONE WITHOUT MY SON DROPPING MY MOBILE IN THE POOL, KTNHX.

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Title: With No Spine Intact
Pairing: James/Sirius, Regulus/Sirius, Remus/Sirius, implied James/Lily
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,600
Warnings: Incest and unhappiness.
Summary: In which the kids are all fucked up.
A/N: For cmere, and hp_springsmut 2008.

( With No Spine Intact )

REMIX = PWND. Just under the wire, and I had to edit out three typos *after* I posted it, but yeah. I'll take it. Writing a whole new fic at the last possible moment because what you had totally wasn't working for the fail win!

The MCR High School Marching Band AU of doom and extreme crack continues apace. It's about 3,000 words at present, and growing like a weed. To those of you who've been enabling it: when it's finished, I hope you're prepared to sit down and read something long and possibly flat-out ridiculous. You'll be getting flak jackets and awkward boyfumbling out of the deal. That sounds like a fair exchange to me.

I keep telling myself I'm not actually a Bert/Gerard tinhat, but then posts like this happen. Then a fantastic MCR gsf like this happens, and my shipping barometer gets thrown all out of whack.

Speaking of gsf; stephanometra is currently writing a Cobra clusterfuck that I love like burning. Seriously, burning.

Oh, look! I managed to take a picture of my face that doesn't make me want to kill myself. Behold:

( all shall love me and despair )

I have a sugar free Rockstar and a steaming plate of chik'n curry. Clearly, all is right with the world!

Title: Scenes From a Broom Cupboard
Pairing(s): James/Lily, Snape/Lily, implied James/Sirius, implied Remus/Snape
Rating: R
Words: 2,500
Warnings: Angst, infidelity, and somewhat graphic het.
Summary: In which five people are in four relationships, and nothing is quite the way it should be.
A/N: Written for lesyeuxverts00, and wizard_love 2008.

( scenes from a broom cupboard )

I hate it when I have the day off and can't find the energy to do anything useful.

Here, have 1,000 or so words of the MCR High School Marching Band AU that's been haunting my fucking sleep. Maybe if I inflict it upon you, it'll leave me alone.

( seriously, people. high school marching band. )

Actually, I kind of want to turn this into something of epic scope and detail. I just might, if I ever get finished with my Remix. Which, yeah. Still hates me.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERARD ARTHUR WAY.

That's all I've got, really. This post was going to be a rambling, tl;dr meta on the recent warnings kerfluffle, but I decided that time would be better spent writing the MCR Tattoo Shop AU I promised stephanometra. Or the completely cracktastic High School Marching Band AU that's been gnawing at my ankles all week. Or tie up the handful of loose ends left on my Remix -- which, in case you're wondering, still wishes I would die in a fire. Messily.

Which reminds me, I've still got two more HP fest fics to repost over here. So, yeah. Prepare yourself for incoming Potterporn. Batten down the hatches, or whatever.

ETA: OH, PWENTZ. I KIND OF LOVE YOU A LITTLE.

Here, have a Bandom ficlet, courtesy of the AU Meme I just posted:

drusilla27 asked for a Brothel AU with Bob as the Madame, and my brain immediately went to the Wild, Wild West.

the best little whorehouse in arizona
Bob/Frank, Gerard/Ray, Mikey/Pete, Patrick/Pete
~1,700 words, PG-13, and totally chatfic

In which Bob owns the place, Pete is a rich kid from the big city, and Ray is what passes for the law in town.

( the best little whorehouse in arizona )

So, my Remix still hates me with the searing, scorching fire of a thousand angry suns.

*stabs*

In other news, I'm doing an issue of hogwarts_today! For the first time in, like, two months! I figure now that I have a computer to call my own again, I should give it a shot. Unfortunately, it's... not going very well.

Distract me!

The Hypothetical AU Meme: Take any one of the fandoms you know I write in, and give me a type of AU (space opera AU, pirate AU, superhero AU, Ancient Rome, etc). I will then explain what story from your chosen fandom I would write for your chosen type of AU..

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Title: Necessary Supplies
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4,300
Summary: In which James Potter is a menace, there is a problem with the plan, and a misunderstanding results in awkwardness and boyfumbling.
A/N: Written for kasche, and hpvalensmut 2008. Thanks to midnitemaraud_r for making this not suck at the eleventh hour.

( Necessary Supplies )

My remix_redux fic hates me like I murdered its mother in cold blood. No, really. I thought my wizard_love fic had it out for me, but this? Wow. A wordpad document shouldn't be able to glare in such a fashion, seriously. It hates me, and it's silently judging me every time I open it.

*weeps*

I cannot decide what is best about this picture: the fact that a Mikey Fucking Way shirt exists in the first place, or that Mikey fucking Way is wearing it. I want one. Nay, I need one. Need it like a burning, burning, thing. I understand it's actual MCR merch, so. If you're seeing them live in the near future, I take an Adult Large. :D

Another great thing about that picture? The complete lollerfest that is Gerard. His arms, they are killing me. He is killing me. Every day, he does something else that makes him my favorite. Like this. Or this. Ilu Geeway. Ilu, and I hope your upcoming thirty-first birthday is far more spectacular and entertaining than mine was.

Speaking of MCR, I've had Disenchanted on loop for two days. Two solid days. It makes my heart ache.

I should be in bed -- as clearly evidenced by the nonsense that is this post -- but. I'm dying my hair. At midnight, when I need to be up at half five, because my roots needed urgent attention. Urgent. Nothing makes bad scene hair worse than two inches of grey roots at the part. For all the shit I talked about the bad dye-jobs going on at the recent Panic meet and greet I attended, you'd think I'd pay closer attention to what's sprouting out of my own head.

I am a hot mess, seriously.

I've been completely useless all day! Here's to chain-smoking while downloading music and playing computer games and drinking an entire pot of tea!

*fail*

And now for something completely different: a meme.

1. My username is ______ because ______.

( your burning questions, answered under the cut )

In other news, this pad thai I'm eating needs more seitan and less bean sprouts. Just saying.