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love is a big fat turkey
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| Me: I think I called you last night.
She: You did. It was hilarious. You told me that you had told everyone that I was your boyfriend. You also said that you were going to set the pool-house on fire.
Me: Oh dear.
She: Mostly I really tried to encourage your arson attempts. But you reached the decision that "THE HOST DOESN'T DESERVE THIS!" And then you rang up the second time, and I was reading the poetry book you lent me. I told you which poem I was reading and you went crazy and started screaming "THAT'S MY FAVOURITE STORY EVER!" and "IT'S FATE!"
She: Also you said that you'd gone to sit on the diving board to talk to me because I was "special".
The funny thing is that we were worried about getting thrown off of the train, but when we found the ticket inspector, she was swigging from her own bottle of gin anyway. Oh, England. | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment   |
| a) There is a giant poster on the wall of the gym in town, depicting a grinning, skinny woman decked out in exercise gear, with the caption: EVERY YEAR, 30 000 PEOPLE IN THE UK DIE FROM OBESITY.
b) I really want to change my lj username to "jazzbitch".
c) Why do the awesomest girls always date the shittiest guys? Why do the awesomest guys always date the shittiest girls? It seems that to be in a relationship you either have to be really good at it or really bad at it, and the average kids (hi, me!) just get left to kick around with each other after everyone else has gone. (IIIII ain't got noboooody, IIIIIII'm so sad and loooonely...) Incidentally, I just realized that the chances of 'awesomest' being a real word are fairly low.
d) Monsters of Folk were brilliant and glorious and fantastic and hopeless-abuse-of-adjectives, but they were the best. The best.
e) There should be more fics that involve Brendon Urie and girl oral. This is not a debatable statement.
f) IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS YET, COSTA COFFEE. PLEASE STOP PLAYING SLADE AT FULL VOLUME, REMOVE THE SANTA HATS FROM YOUR EMPLOYEES, AND LET ME DRINK MY HAZELNUT LATTE IN PEACE. WITHOUT THE HOLLY-SHAPED CHOCOLATE SPRINKLINGS. GOD DAMN. RAH RAH GRINCH RAH. | | comments: 37 comments or Leave a comment |
| Hm. Alright. Escapism ends here. I don't think I need it anymore - my explanation is that last week was a) shitty and b) dull as hell, and writing that adventure was fun. True to form, though, I suck at endings, and mostly today I just want to make a huge raving deal about the fact that I am seeing these guys live tomorrow night and I am embarrassingly excited.
I want to write a review of their album, but sadly most of it would be pretentious flailing and I worry that no one would know who the hell I was talking about anyway. Oh well. The point is, if M Ward covers Joanna Newsom, I will cry tears of unimaginable and endless joy. And the world will be made of lightness and wonder, for ever and ever and ever.
( Also, I can't stop listening to this song. ) | | comments: 17 comments or Leave a comment |
| This post is actually about what all my posts should really be about. ( Well, almost. ) Anyway. Bandom!
I wrote two little scenes for a fic, and then realized that a) they didn't work with the rest of the plot, at all, and b) Ryan's characterization is kind of OTT, even for me. SO HERE THEY ARE, I guess. ~500 words, Ryan/Brendon, disclaimed, and so on and so forth.
( angst and kissing and snatches of interior monologue hurrah hurrah )
ETA: LOL I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN DICKING AROUND ON THE INTERNET TODAY. I just wanted to say that somewhere because oh my god, journal hopping is like the coolest thing ever and everyone should do it and the internet is so fucking random and I love it, thank you. | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
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Today I am writing poetry.
Anyway. If you feel like it, comment here with a word, and I'll reccomend you a song, because I enjoyed that.
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| Yo peeps, I wrote & co-wrote two things for the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) rydenrevival meme. Fuck you, Brencer.
For All The Right Reasons.
A co-write with the lovely ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ivesia19. Personally, it's one of the most indulgent things I have ever written. Also possibly fluffy enough to actually make your teeth hurt. High school AU, rated R. Oh, and thanks provetheworst, couldn't have done it without you, man. (Essentially twelve months of faily boyfrenz.)
Click here for those.
The Unripe Season.
Present day canon, oh ho. Pg, disclaimed.
It would be easier, Ryan thinks, sprinting down his street, if both he and Brendon Urie lived in New York.
Click here for this.
Furthermore, and adding to my increasing list of proof that ivesia19 loves me more than you, there is this little thing, an audio of my story I Love You Is Back being read right out loud. You can hear it! With your ears! In a proper american accent and everything!
Click here for that.
Okay, behave yourselves now. | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| Good news! I am home and taskless on Friday night!
Poll #1478565
This poll is closed.
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 12Should I;
Two things you should know now -- one, I mostly did this because I've never made a poll before and there was something up with that, and two, it's possible I will post again tonight.
ETA; And a third thing; I probably won't be doing any of these. I will probably find some pete/mikey highschool fic to read. And then maybe eat some ice cream. And finally cry. | | comments: 31 comments or Leave a comment |
| I need to write a 1000 word (ETA; pre-established) Ryan/Brendon highschool AU shenanigan in the next three days.
All ideas have vacated my brain.
People who give me prompts get cookies. | | comments: 38 comments or Leave a comment |
| (This is so not what I planned to write tonight. They crept up on me. I'm sorry, and will do what I need to do soon after they wear off.)
spiraling.
Audrey&Ryan // pg // ~650 words // for 24 oct 09.
when you consider
the radiance, that it will look into the guiltiest
swervings of the weaving heart and bear itself upon them,
not flinching into disguise or darkening;
The City Limits - A.R. Ammons
( the radiance that does not withold itself ) | | comments: 63 comments or Leave a comment |
| Well, I only have one srs bsns outstanding WiP right now, and this looked like a good time, so yeah.
Stolen from aceles.
10 WORDS OR LESS meme
You post a pairing.*
I write 10 different categories.
Each in 10 words or less.
❶. Angst:
❷. AU:
❸. Crack!fic:
❹. Crossover:
❺. First Time:
❻. Fluff:
❼. Humor:
❽. Hurt/Comfort:
❾. Smut:
❿. UST:
*Preferably in bandom, unless it's a fandom you know I have some sort of interest in. Like Ugly Betty: Amanda/Kimmy, fuck yes I would write that.
I know, I know, I think maybe two or three people at the most will actually take me up on this? But what can I say, we'll just be totally hot chicks at a totally exclusive party. Although I will go ahead and say that lurkers / journal hoppers can feel free to request something, if you're so inclined.
Elsewhere, I've been listening to this for the last week; ( The Gaslight Anthem - I Do Not Hook Up ) | | comments: 34 comments or Leave a comment |
| Please hurry up and get to know me.
I have a lot of writing to do
about you.
(and dreams to have and trees to carve and therapists to tell.)
When I see you I forget how to spell fear. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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