drunktuesdays: ([GRK] stars in our eyes)
LOL SPAMMING BUT GUYS I BARELY CARE ABOUT SPORTS AND AM THE WORST KIND OF OLYMPIC SLASHER WHERE I HAVEN'T ACTUALLY WATCHED THE OLYMPICS BUT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THE GIRL BROS ON THE CANADIAN HOCKEY TEAM.



Via [livejournal.com profile] britbitribbit. I am mostly posting it so I can CLOSE THE TAB and stop staring at it. GD I LOVE DBAGS WITH CIGARS. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE ME PORN ABOUT THEM MOTORBOATING?????

Uhm. So I was totally right about the Greek exchange. The loveliest [livejournal.com profile] allthespoons wrote my fic, and let me link it again because I just lol'd thinking about it. We Got Spots.

I wrote First Comes Crime, Then Comes Marriage, a Casey/Katherine marriage of convenience fic for [livejournal.com profile] janet_carter. Hilariously I was writing for her as we both sat on [livejournal.com profile] giddygeek's kitchen floor.

The story I was writing then was not the one I ended up with though. I was trying to write an Ashleigh/Rebecca telepathy story, that barnacle had to call me about to break it to me how bad it was. LOLOLOLOL. Luckily she helped me pull through with something else at the last second, and Giddy was the best and betaed it for me.

Also I am hugely amused that I have never written a pairing twice so far. I have written Ashleigh/Rebecca, Casey/Ashleigh, Calvin/Evan, Evan/Rebecca, and Dale&Calvin, and of course, now Casey/Katherine. I actually kind of like it, despite how little anyone comments on AOOOOOOOO. What is up with that, I wonder? I do it myself, sometimes. I don't comment as much as I should when I get off livejournal sites. I think it's the lack of icon.

Speaking of Greek, wasn't it so tragic how ABCFam lost every scene that didn't have Rebecca in it? Gee golly gosh! more about last week's episode )
drunktuesdays: ([DiVaS] god and the gays)
petewentz: literally climbing the walls thinking of something creative to do. about 17 hours ago from web

petewentz: a flurry of inactivity kinda of like a flightless bird about to flop. from web

THINGS PETE WENTZ SHOULD DO WITH HIS FREE TIME: A LIST

  • GIVE PATRICK A CALL
  • VISIT THE ARTS AND CRAFTS STORE
  • ACTUALLY TAKE UP YOGA
  • STAR IN ANOTHER EMBARASSMENT SQUICKY DIALOGUE/SMOKING HOT SEX SCENE FILLED MOVIE
  • GIVE TRAVIS A CALL. MAN'S GOING SOLO, PERHAPS WOULD LIKE SOME HELP???
  • GIVE PANIC A CALL. WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE DOING. DOESN'T HE (IN THEORY) RUN DECAYDANCE?
  • TAKE UP COOKING
  • DESIGN AN UGLY TEESHIRT
  • SRSLY, GIVE PATRICK A CALL

Pete Wentz, get a gd job!!!

Hello my dears! I had a quite lovely weekend. I picked [livejournal.com profile] barnacling up from the airport on Thursday afternoon, had a TOTALLY FAIL-FREE RIDE HOME, took off my pajamas for the first time in a week, and waited for [livejournal.com profile] giddygeek and [livejournal.com profile] janet_carter to arrive so that we could take the train down to NYC to attend a swank bash hosted by [livejournal.com profile] pearl_o and [livejournal.com profile] fox1013. They were LOVELY hostesses, and I got to dance and party and sing with some of my favorite ladies in the land, including [livejournal.com profile] happy_coconut who I got to meet for the first time, and Hannah's lovely girlfriend [livejournal.com profile] thehoyden who I ADORE a little more EVERY TIME we meet and she proves again undeterred by my insane creepiness towards the two of them.

There is a picture Giddy has somewhere of Hannah singing, and me looking on with total hearteyes and I'm pretty sure it sums up the night. COME HERE FANGIRLS. LET ME PRETEND YOU CAN'T HEAR ME AS I EXPOUND UPON YOUR GREATNESS. But now they are gone, and my [livejournal.com profile] barnacling is on a plane going too far from me. :(

Yuletide reveals went live while I was away! The LOVELY [livejournal.com profile] fujiidom wrote my fun fun awesome A Very Greek Christmas fic, and Marksy wrote me a madness fic for Community that just tickled me pink right here. I am a lucky lucky lady.

I wrote Rebecca/Evan for [livejournal.com profile] allthespoons! I'm Gonna Tell It Like A Comeback Story, 2,134 words. I wrote for Casey last Christmas in a bandom gift exchange, and now I want to make it a tradition, because I am SO proud of both stories. I am such a giant cop out when it comes to writing porn, because I'm like FIVE or something, and writing for Casey makes me step outside my comfort zone in all the best ways. Yay, yuletide, yay Casey!!!

I also wrote a REALLY DUMB MADNESS FIC for [livejournal.com profile] iamtheenemy. I Won't Make the Same Mistakes, Ashleigh Gen featuring Cobra Starship's cobra. :D? :D? :DDDD?

Speaking of Greek, our beloved [livejournal.com profile] greekrow mods are doing a Valentine's Day Exchange modeled on yuletide. At least 1000 words, reveals after posting, hosted on AO3. Please sign up!!!!!!

I think that is all of my garbage for the week. I have two [livejournal.com profile] popoffacork tabs open, three yuletides, and a West Wing episode queued up, waiting for my descent into slobbishness. WHAT UP VACATION, LOVE YOU BEST.

PS: I AM CATCHING UP ON LIKE A WEEK OF POSTS, AND OTHER IGNORED TASKS. PRETEND ALL THE COMMENTS AND REPIES YOU MIGHT GET FROM ME TODAY ARE TIMELY
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First of all: if anyone was dying to know my answer to this, I would totally help someone have a baby, no problemo. CALL ME, WE'LL TALK.

Secondly, and more seriously, I feel like I am always complaining about school and talking about the parts that make me miserable, and I don't note enough when I'm super pleased about how something is going. I was offered a chance to do an independent study with the head of the English department last semester, and I took her up on it. It is basically the brightest spot of my courseload, and often times reminds me why on earth I chose a major I'm not going to graduate with a ready job from. I figured it was high time I got nerdy up in everyone's business about it )
drunktuesdays: ([PATD] brendon mike)
This week, I sat on a lot of kitchen floors.

A LOT of kitchen floors. I sat on floors, on beds, on the asphalt by a wharf. In a merch tent to hide from the rain, on patios, on sidewalks, on people, in cars. God did I ever sit in cars. I traveled approximately 1400 miles in six days, with people I had met, and people I hadn't, people that were awesome, and people that were AWESOME. I recognized rest stop employees, and ran away from looming fisherman. I jammed with my best friend at the barrier for MCR, and twirled to a song about bracelets at Panic with Team New England. I threatened to defriend people, and alternately promised them I loved them best, depending on the validity of their opinions. I laughed. God fucking damn did I laugh, at me, at my flist, at Gerard jerking off a microphone, at Brendon being an expectant mother, at scene queens, at teenies, at Zack overhearing me talk inappropriately about Patrick AGAIN. I talked about cats, about the politics of fish mpreg, about the difficulties of coming out, of setting shit on fire, about spirituality and the possibilities of God, and Bob cosplaying as Justin Timberlake's mother, about wank, love, death, babies, buttsex, speculums, of how all we could think about is how much we wanted to tell the people who weren't there about how much we wished they were.

[livejournal.com profile] kalpurna says sometimes that bandom isn't just about the boys we love, but about the fans we love them with, and she is one thousand percent right. I wouldn't have traded this past week for anything, and I want to draw sparkly hearts around every fangirl I have interacted with. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, but I really am glad to have every single one of you in my life, whether you were around this week, or you just make my life better by being on my flist.

See you in Chicago!
drunktuesdays: ([PATD] brendon mike)
This week, I sat on a lot of kitchen floors.

A LOT of kitchen floors. I sat on floors, on beds, on the asphalt by a wharf. In a merch tent to hide from the rain, on patios, on sidewalks, on people, in cars. God did I ever sit in cars. I traveled approximately 1400 miles in six days, with people I had met, and people I hadn't, people that were awesome, and people that were AWESOME. I recognized rest stop employees, and ran away from looming fisherman. I jammed with my best friend at the barrier for MCR, and twirled to a song about bracelets at Panic with Team New England. I threatened to defriend people, and alternately promised them I loved them best, depending on the validity of their opinions. I laughed. God fucking damn did I laugh, at me, at my flist, at Gerard jerking off a microphone, at Brendon being an expectant mother, at scene queens, at teenies, at Zack overhearing me talk inappropriately about Patrick AGAIN. I talked about cats, about the politics of fish mpreg, about the difficulties of coming out, of setting shit on fire, about spirituality and the possibilities of God, and Bob cosplaying as Justin Timberlake's mother, about wank, love, death, babies, buttsex, speculums, of how all we could think about is how much we wanted to tell the people who weren't there about how much we wished they were.

[livejournal.com profile] kalpurna says sometimes that bandom isn't just about the boys we love, but about the fans we love them with, and she is one thousand percent right. I wouldn't have traded this past week for anything, and I want to draw sparkly hearts around every fangirl I have interacted with. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, but I really am glad to have every single one of you in my life, whether you were around this week, or you just make my life better by being on my flist.

See you in Chicago!

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