I have started this story at least three different times, and still can't get the beginning to be what it needs to be for the one scene I actually know I really want to build into a story.

So, you know, Rejected Beginning of a Story I May Never Finish, Because Spencer/Brendon Fic Is Apparently Impossible For Me to Write:

( And Just... / Panic v. 2.5 / 375 words )

Sign ups for remixredux09 end tomorrow. or, um, today. Whatever, the point is, don't miss out! Sign up now! Make your friends sign up! It's remix and I fought hard for bandom so I want lots of stories out of it. I'm going to have to be very stern on this point.

If I do not have Chicago tickets by, like, 10:05 in the morning, I'm probably going to throw a temper tantrum to end all tantrums. My mom and I are totally gonna tag team livenation too, to hopefully lessen the odds that I have to punch someone in the face.

Here, have a little more than a drabble thingy.

High Gloss - bandom, Pete/Patrick, early days, 300 words

( High Gloss )

So, I need like, a 12 step program for concerts. Like and AA for Live Music Addicts.

I'm not saying I'd go, really, I just like to know that I have the option.

Which pretty much translates to OMG FOB I WANT TO WATCH YOU LIVE FOREVER.

Seriously, it's been over a week now, but I kind of don't have the words even a little bit at all. I love sitting my ass in line and meeting other people who love these bands as much as I do. I love being in the crowd. I love "detox just to retox" and "I will never believe again" and "hell or glory, I don't want anything in between."

I love music. I love all of it.

I've also got a new layout (angelgazing) thanks to sleepismyfriend, the banner is made with pictures she actually took at our show, and, again, OMG PETE WENTZ YOUR FACE.

I'm doing this stupid thing where I'm kind of in love with life for no good reason.

Everyone should feel like this once in a while.

As is typical for me, now that I'm at the hard part of my big bang (you know, the part where I have to like, figure out a plot, so I can use something other than exclamation points and "you know" to describe it) I want to write something completely different.

With road trips and mixtapes and summer rain storms and pining and a style I miss writing in.

I settled for a drabble for now.

the wind through paper wings

( Frank/Gee, kinda, whatever, I might just have OTP issues - 100 words )


So. There's that?

Day one of the Epic Paint Project begins... um, when I get back from paying my insurance. Possibly there will be pictures, later, when it is all said and done. As it is now... I'm halfway between never-unpacked and need to move everything out of the room.

Fun times.

Have a... not!drabble. Cause my new OTP is shiny to me.

( and I like it that way - Frank/Gerard - 250 words )

title: I've Got the Curse
rating: G
fandom: bandom, patd
summary: Brendon needs Spencer to save him! It totally would've turned into fake!boyfriend fic if I would've kept writing.
notes: The second in my attempt at the scaled down ipod suffled drabble thing. Once again, no where near drabble length. The prompt and title are both from The Curse of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For. Thanks again to luzdeestrellas for letting me be a crazy person, even if I will still never be as crazy as she is.

( I've Got the Curse of Curves )

I totally skipped out on work today.

Ha. Haha. I never understood it when it was everyone else! I was always, every time, saying, "You only have ___ days! You can come to work for them!"

I have 9 working days left. (Unless by some miracle they give me an early release like they have every other person.)

I cannot be in that building anymore. Except I totally have to go back tomorrow. It makes me so sad. So, so sad.

Also: With a brief pause to listen to FAD a couple of times, I've been listening to My Chemical Romance on repeat for the last, oh, three or four days. I don't know why, but it's kind of making me think, for more certain than I would've expected this early in the game, that I'm going to end up with Frank/Gerard for my bbb. IDEK. They used to squick me! It's like, how, you know, I used to have shame. WTF.

Also: The entire tiny ass town I live in is without water for, like, no reason that I can tell.

I am not a fan of small town America, personally.

Also the last: President Obama's First 100 Hours. You'll have to excuse me while I die of joy a little bit.

OMG I FINALLY GOT TO WATCH SPN AND CAN I JUST SAY: OMG SHOOOW!!!

::hands::


I don't really have anything else here. Just, you know, omg show.


Wait, wait, I lied. I also, on an unrelated note, feel the need to add: omg Pete Weeentz.

::coughs:: I may've finally listened to the Peterick FOB podcast. Naked boy fantasy Thanksgiving brunches! Whatwhatwhat. How are they real?

At least Sam and Dean have the excuse of being fiction.

(We won't get started on how, uh, Jensen and Jared live together to torture my brain.)


I'm totally learning to look at the bright side.

OMG Editing/rewrites suck.

If anyone needs me I'll just be over here, pretending that it isn't almost five am, totally not watching MCR videos on youtube, because I have lines! Lines I will not cross!

Dammit.

Also: My want for this is currently matched only by my want to do obscene things to Spencer Smith.

Hopefully, I'll at least get one of those things.

Oh, look! Content. OMG don't look at me.

title: Not Asking You
fandom: bandom
rating: PG, but only because G seems lame
summary: Ryan can't sleep.
word count: 750
notes: Haha, I remember, fondly, the days when I had an rps squick. Well, here's to giving up the ghost on that, yeah? And really, really in this fandom, this is pretty much gen. God, I love this fandom. Thanks to luzdeestrellas for the beta, even if it made her heart heavy to do it.

( It's not like Ryan goes looking for something. )

So, yeah, let's not talk about how badly I should be writing my small fandom big bang. Let's just not.

But! Hey, look, I'm not dead? Isn't that cool?

Let's just call this a fly by recs post of fluffy fluffivity. Or something, yeah? I like making up my own words.

The Negotiation Limerick File - Funny, funny, funny fic. Like, listen, people, really. This is what is so awesome about bandom. It can make me smile like no other. For so much emo, there is really so little angst. And anyway, super!secret!spy!fic FTW. We'll pretend it isn't a Panic/MCR crossover. Because I don't read MCR. I do not!

A Day Like Today - To myself, I call this fic PROOF THAT LAURA LOVES ME LIKE BREATHING. It's Sam! And Dean! And hugs! Dude, really, really, are there two boys in the world who need hugs more than Sam and Dean? I think not.

What Kind of Day Has It Been - Sam and Dean meet the Muppets! Just, you know what, just click it. You will, I swear, hand to god, you will laugh until you die.

Brendon Urie cover of Slow Motion - Vid rec! Mostly because it makes me flail around and tell anyone who will listen how OMG I WANT TO MARRY BRENDON URIE'S VOICE OMGOMGOMG HI. No, you know what, I don't know why. I just do. It's a sickness!

Also! OMG I WANT TO GO TO WARPED TOUR LIKE I WANT AIR OK. LIKE AIR! THE ACADEMY! COBRA STARSHIP! MOTHERFUCKING GYM CLASS HEROES! LIKE AIIIR, PEOPLE. DAMN YOU, HIGH FUEL PRICES, WHY MUST YOU CRUSH MY DREAMS?!

Also! Well, my fortune cookie today said: You have a charming way with words and should write a book.

I'm not even kidding.

I might laminate it to my computer.

So, my everything hurts.

But, you know tonight's show was at least 12 kinds of awesome (Brendon! Ryan! Jon not wearing a pink shirt! Glasses! Spaztatic Brendon! Ryan and Jon drinking out of red plastic cups instead of water bottles! Brendon throwing filled water bottles at the crowd! The way Brendon 1) moved away from the mic and 2) smiled when he said, 'fuck', as in, a hotter touch, a better... watching Brendon's fingers when he played the bass on white rabbits. No, really, listen, that kid's got some skills. Ryan and Brendon leaning toward each other while they played, all up in each others personal space, just to mess with me. During Behind the Sea, when Brendon steps way back to play the guitar and sing along with Ryan.

My god, it's like they want me to be all crazy and shippery.

There were also some less than awesome things, you know, like the obscene amount of money I spent at the merch. booth. And stupid boys who wanted to pretend the be badass like that would change the fact that they were at a Panic at the Disco concert and shove people around.

I am so fucking sore all over.

Stupid boys.

Still, you know, worth it for Panic. Like, times a thousand.

Now bed.

Someone, and, you know, being awesome like I am, I won't name names, or point fingers or anything, (coughmiss_charmedcough) (and wow, I bet not even luzdeestrellas could add a comma to that sentence) has sort of, kind of, a little bit, maybe, gotten me to read bandom.

Bandom. I hang my head. I have no will power. PatD only kthx.

Is there like, a limit to how many OTPs one girl can have? I mean really?

Now, tomorrow, (today) when I wake up, there will be remixing.

Shut up, remixing. No more RPS!

At least, not until after I get that story done.

I lose at will power!