Panic(!) drama and heartbreak lead to me tripping and skinning my knee on a new fandom.

JFC, why did I not listen to you all about Merlin sooner? Like I don't have a well documented weakness for gay wizards or something. So adorable! So OTPable!

The new clip and Brendon Urie's voice continue to leave me with hearts in my eyes though, so I don't think I'll be leaving that behind anytime soon. I can't really express my joy for either of those things outside of flapping hand gestures and itunes play counts.

I haven't had a chance to even glance at my f-list, really, between remix and homework, so I'm sorry if I've missed something important. You should totally tell me what it is though.

But, but, it is July 12th, which means remix is due before 11:59EST tonight. If you aren't going to be able to post your story by then--and as long as it's complete, even if you're waiting on your beta to get back to you, by all means post it now--please, please, for the love of god LET US KNOW. remixredux @ gmail . com The archive is supposed to go live next Sunday (which means you have until then to edit your post, once it's up and approved) but it won't happen until everyone who turned in a story has one of their own.

REMIX! I fear Vic's pokey stick and so should you!

Oh, god, it's 3AM, and I really need to be working on, oh, REMIX (or failing that, math homework. Shut up, my priorities are awesome.) and instead I just found myself here, watching A Very Potter Musical.

JFC I need sleep.

And the new HP movie.

And to get this remix written.

And for someone to do Razia's Shadow with, like, Lego people, and put it up on youtube. Or vampires and werewolves. VAMPIRE AND WEREWOLF LEGO PEOPLE.

And sleep.

1) Am avoiding AIM because in hopes that will mean I get some writing done.
2) So far that has been less than successful.
3) My brother is apparently staying the night here.
4) He's put so much fucking Icy Hot on that I'm in another room and the smell is still making my head hurt. Ugh. FAIL.
5) It's spring now, so it can stop being cold anytime.

Why won't my big bang write itself? Why is plot so hard? Why is writing so hard?

Didn't I used to be able to do this?


</whining>

Someone has the tv turned to Cops.

Why? Just, really, why?

I think I have totally figured out my bandom big bang. I'm kind of stupidly excited about it, now, and not scared yet. Of course, I've written, oh, 500 words, and then realized I have to change it all around, because I am not strong enough to pass up the fake!boyfriends.

I just am not.

I... completely lost the thread of my bandom big bang.

I've got the habit of pissing people off without meaning to.

Sadly, I rarely actually manage it when I do mean to. What's up with that?

I think I've lost even the pretense of being interesting, at this point.

I retagged half my icons and uploaded a bunch more. Now I have Frank to look at! Wheee


OMG SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME WRITE.


A... meme? Whatever, a thing! Give me a prompt for a five things... list, not fic, because those are long.

Please?

Not going to bed until 2:30 am when you've get to be up at 6? Not the best idea ever.

I have, however, decided to coin a new phrase for one of my very favorite things. Forget the bromance, it's all about the fauxmance, people.

Fake boyfriends ftw!

Also, I totally meant to drabble last night and ended up with 800 words of Alec/Parker and 900 words of Spencer/Brendon, because I am lamelamelame.

Now if I could end up with any words of a Big Bang...

1) Not working involves more paperwork than actually working. This is lame. And also a pain in the ass.

2) I had to get up at 6 this morning! Six! What is the point of not having a job if I still have to wake up early, huh? Huh?

3) My head really hurts. I blame the first two items on this list.

4) Spencer fucking Smith OMG. ::coughs:: (Shh, I'm so glad he grew his beard back I will randomly shout his name in glee. GLEE.)

5) My brain is protesting my crazy. Or, I don't know, trying to make me crazier. I sit down and think, ok, ok BIG BANGS TO WRITE. And my brain says, "hey, you know what would be cool? J2 accidentally married!" and I say, "listen, mofo, that is not one of my big bangs!" and my brain says, "what about fake boyfriend J2? And also where is all the Leverage fic, huh?"

6) Accidentally married and fake boyfriends are totally two separate categories, right? Right?

Hi! I didn't die again! I've just spent that long trying to think of a title! Also, um, I maybe signed up for bandombigbang which should both shock and completely no surprise any of you at all. 20,000 words? Ha. Haha. I couldn't stop myself!

The thing is, is that now there is spn_j2_bigbang. They are due on the same day. Yeah, you can see where this is going.

So can I, but it's probably not going to stop me from being a crazy person. /o\

Anyway! Dr. Horrible fic!


title: Nights Spent with You
fandom: Dr. Horrible
summary: Here's the story of a boy.
rating: PG?
disclaimer: I don't own anything, at all. I'm just that kid who plays with everyone else's toys while they're not looking, ok? It's not like I try to pretend they're really mine.
notes: Thanks to luzdeestrellas for doing like, ten million betas on this thing, and spending 30 minutes discussing veriations of one line. My insanity is all your fault, Laura. Also thanks to sleepismyfriend for listening to me whine about titles for days.

( Here's the story of a boy )

Oh, dear internets, why do you mock me, why?

And, you know, Small Fandom Big Bang?

Are you trying to kill me?

I just finished remix!

::wibbles::

I wanna

1) Amp is the nectar of the Gods, people. Sweet, sweet nectar.
2) I have slept, roughly, 4 hours in the last two days.
3) And Cool Lime Dentyne Ice! It is chock full o' win.

Sleep is for the weak! Do it when you're dead!

Caffiene is my crack!

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!

so, um, yeah.


My writing is like:

a) the way I eat a sandwich - unconventional, not like most people, incorrect. Going around and around and getting the crust out of the way first, saving the insides, the best, for last.

b) a sigh - a deep breath in, 'til your lungs fill up, inch by inch, and a pause; a second of not breathing, and then letting it all out in a whoosh.

c) a picture - enough to remind you of a feeling, a thought, a memory, a person. It's flat, and out of focus, and there's a finger in the corner. But it's that feeling of then, really, that matters.

d) none of the above.




Hmmm I think I pick D, when I'm being honest. Wish I could really pick any of the others.

Maybe now I can stop thinking about writing and actually do it. ::crosses fingers::

Help!

Am filled with the urge to write Sam/Dean like I used to write Sirius/Remus.

This cannot not turn out well.

Please, please make it stop!

1) My to-do list just keeps growing.
2) I think luzdeestrellas needs to be writing Jenson/Jared = Dan/Casey. And I don't do rpf, man.
3) Mmm pineapple smoothies and vodka...
4) ( It Isn't Love that Keeps Us Breathing - spn - drabble-icious )

My Fic-To-Do List of D00m, In No Obvious Order

( You are to blame for this. yes, you are. Don't try to look innocent now )


Also and in other news! I would very much like it if you would all do my bidding and watch Psych. And then write me fic. Yes.