doing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stage

• New recpost at plus5toterrible - a little Community, a little Inception, etc. NO SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS COMMUNITY IS EATING ME. WHY IS THAT SHOW SO GOOD. Like, I hate comedies, but aaaaaaa why is it so funny and ABED. AND TROY. AND TROYANDABED. AND BRITTA AND ANNIE AND SHIRLEYYYYYY. feelings. so many feelings.

• So I met teh_slush irl? And she is really really cute and I was her first kiss and you guys you guys my girlfriendddddddddd. ;_;<3

• MYCHEM. mychem mychem mychem. I don't have words to describe how amazing that concert was, or all the tears it made me cry, or how it hit me in the very center of my heart when Gerard told us all, "never stop running. never, ever stop running." So I'm not going to try. But I will say that the world is a different place now.

• I AM SICK AND THAT SUCKS.

Erica Albright is a bitch.

actually n\o i'm just drunk and angry and blogging

only one of these is true

((hint it is the first one)



in other news jennifer's body is a realy good movie and also super hot but weirdly sex negative (awithout being slutshmamey)



MY ICON IS FINALY APPROPRIATE

I FEEL LIKE. REALLY GUILTY ABOUT NEVER POSTING HERE. I am going to make it my new-term resolution. if Laura can balance tumblr and eljay, so can I! #one-upping laura blog '11

...the question of what to actually post is difficult since i get all of my feelings on anything out re: twitter + tumblr + aim these days. eljay is sloooow and no one reads my posts anyway.

i think i have a backlog of writing maybe. i'll just post that. /o\ OR OH GOD I COULD POST AVEC VOUS. BUT I AM SO UNHAPPY WITH AVEC VOUS UGH KILL IT WITH FIRE.

Everything in this post was either written a) late at night or b) for class or c) both. I feel this excuses at least part of how mind-numbingly bad they are.


Flashlight Dream (Peaches and Cream Delight)
Kristen Stewart/Dakota Fanning; RPF (normalgirl AU); PG-13. [758 words]
( who needs to watch more rob interviews? ME. )


You're Awful, I Love You
Sara + Anders gen; my life; PG-13. [464 words]
( i really do need to read the pillowman at some point. )


That's All You Had To Say
Wesley Stewart/Morgan Blackwood; original [the as-yet-unnamed Gay Horror Sex Comedy]; PG-13. [580 words]
( this probably makes more sense if you know it's the aftermath of an incubus attack but i refuse to explain further )


Rule Number Three
Panic! gen; bandom (Inception AU); G. [310 words]
( you're waiting for an album release )

Part one of a WHOLE BUNCH OF FICPOSTS that will appear over the course of this month as I go around finishing works in progress instead of writing my final project. :D?


I Just Want You For My Own
for swiiftly, this is your disgustingly belated Christmas drabble: girl!Frank Iero/girl!Gerard Way; bandom (I'm Not Okay girlverse AU); PG-13. [257 words]
( this is still the inok girlverse but they are all grown up and domestic and shit. )

Like A Zip Gun On Parade
for teh_slush, reposted from tumblr: Gerard + Brendon gen; bandom (Broadway AU); PG. [296 words]
( i wrote this in like ten minutes and it is TERRIBLE. )

In Velvet Ropes
for teh_slush because we both enjoy terrible self-indulgent AUs more than we should: Brendon + Singer gen; bandom (songbird AU); PG-13. [669 words]
( should i trigger warning for slavefic? probably. )

oh hey i am back at school

things i have done thusfar in no particular order:
-fixed my hideous sleep pattern
-watched kiss kiss bang bang
-got a tumblr
-been cockblocked by my own biology
-downloaded the social network.

I'M NOT DEAD. I SWEAR. /sobs quietly, goes back to attempting to write kristen/dakota fic for class

i am the worst at remembering i have an actual journal to post in, ahahahaha.

things i have done recently that i deem notable:

-saw Black Swan. OH SWEET JESUS FUCK I THINK SCOTT PILGRIM WAS JUST DETHRONED FROM ITS SPOT AS MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF 2010. i can't. what even. oh god. beautiful. i don't. AAAAA BLACK SWAN.

-saw Tangled today with rachael+izzy+anders+belltrap. GLORIOUS. I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN. I AM SO BAD AT ARTICULATING MY THOUGHTS BUT I HAVE ALL OF THE FEELINGS and i think someone should write me porn where rapunzel tops because clearly flynn doesn't. UGH THEIR STUPID CUTE FACES. ♥

-speaking of hair! mine is different. i cannot seem to get decent pictures of it to save my LIFE but it'll happen. :|b

things i am working on at the moment (not to speak of the zillions of works in progress that keep getting pushed to the backburner sigh sigh sigh):
-voyeur!mikeyway coda for kyrie
-girl!alex/girl!jack drunken cunnilingus with snuggles and death hangovers for gkarth's birthday a few days ago
-frankie/gee lipring quickie porn as an apology to devin for not getting my lip pierced
-THAT LITTLE THING that started out as a vague sexual fantasy and is now growing a massive plot and a couple of codas and will end up being my big bang no seriously guys i mean it this time oh fuck. imagine college au scott pilgrim with no plot if scott was brendon and ramona was spencer smith the librarian-slash-dominatrix. that's a really bad summary but trust me it will rock. mostly it is my excuse to discuss ISSUES I FEEL STRONGLY ABOUT and write a whole fuckton of bondage porno and also affectionately make fun of sucky college indie bands.

right. sleep now. OH FUCK I HAVE TO GET UP IN TWO HOURS AND GO TO MAUREEN'S. I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD DO THAT AGAIN OH CHRIST YOU GUYS CAN I EVEN REMEMBER HOW TO WRITE THINGS THAT ARE NOT PORN? ;_____________;

SO ONCE UPON A TIME (A WEEK AGO) I WAS SNUGGLING MY GIRLFRIEND ON HER COUCH AND WE WERE TALKING TO GINNY ON SKYPE. THIS NEVER EVER ENDS WELL.

( [left in its original notated form for posterity, half written by me and half by reili because i think i was laughing too hard] )

DISCUSS. DRABBLE. ADD PEOPLE I FORGOT. ASK US WHY THE HELL DISNEY FANDOM SNUCK IN HERE. GO.

I'm sitting in my dorm room in methtown, Illinois, at 8:17 AM on a cold November morning. I fell asleep around 8:30 last night and woke up at six. I have a final in about 11 hours that I'm disgustingly unprepared for.


I'm listening to Jimmy Buffett.

Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong
Lately
Newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to St. Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares, they are way too far gone
Screamin' boat drinks
Something to keep 'em all warm

It feels wrong. I've been listening to Jimmy Buffett my whole life. It's just one of those things my mom and I share. She introduced me to this crazy dude's music and it became the soundtrack to every vacation and every family visit — "Livin' It Up" and "The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful" and "Pascagoula Run" for San Diego and Catalina and Newport, "Mexico" and "Fins" and "Volcano" for Rosarito and Encinitas and Solana Beach. These songs are so inextricably linked to Southern California and Baja for me that listening to them here, in fucking Illinois, in a landlocked state and fuck you the Great fucking Lakes do not count no matter what anyone says, feels completely alien. Mom's not here. I'm not there. Everything seems to be wrong...

This mornin'
I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott?
Any ol' place, here on earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

Here, there are no beaches. There is no LA skyline. There aren't sunburns, or tacky sunglasses you buy on the Santa Monica pier because you left yours back in Altadena, or fish tacos (god, do I miss seafood, no one can understand the depths of my longing for fresh fish right now).

Oh, I know
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm

There's no calling up Anders on a lazy Sunday and wandering suburbia in search of cheap ice cream. There's no weekend Metro trips down to Harbor City to flutter awkwardly around the girl of my dreams. There's no pool parties or sleepovers or mall excursions with friends I've known since I was six years old.

Boat drinks
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks
Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm
I gotta go where it's warm
I gotta go where it's warm!

There's no Lego forts in the living room. There's no cats asleep in them. There's no little brother coming in my room every few hours to tell me things I don't need to know about Solid Snake or transforming space robots. There's no one poking me about driving lessons or cleaning my fucking room (okay, maybe those two I don't miss so much).

I'm going home on Wednesday.

But today, I'm sitting in my dorm room in methtown, Illinois, at 8:44 AM on a cold November morning.

I gotta go where there ain't any snow
Where there ain't any blow
'Cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it's warm

I'm still listening to Jimmy Buffett, and I should probably stop before my roommate gets home and asks why I'm crying.