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Current Mood: awake
Current Location: school library
Current Music: rabbit fur coat -jenny lewis and the watson twins

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she was living in her car, i was living on the road

The California Supreme Court upheld Prop 8, but they're still recognizing the marriages that happened before the ban. That's. . .something, at least.

Obama's appointment to the Supreme Court makes me happy. Her story is amazing, and I have so much hope for that it's ridiculous.

(ETA: I'm also mywholecry on Dreamwidth. I'll just be cross-posting to there, I think. Unless, of course, there's a Great Fandom Migration. In which case, all bets are off XD)

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: That Teenage Feeling -Neko Case

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tv: land of the lost

one, after another, after another, but now my heart is green as weeds

LAND OF THE LOST MARATHON ON SCIFI.

AT 1:30, CHA-KA AND HOLLY TURN INTO ZOMBIES.

MY CHILDHOOD, LET ME SHOW YOU IT. This is totally why I am who I am today.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: That's Okay -The Hush Sound

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you were a child who was made of glass

Written for

noneedofcrepe! I hope it fits your canon <333

two-headed boy, all floating in glass
harry potter
pg
barty/regulus
450 words
summary: barty tells him about the dark lord, tells him that they are both old enough to understand their places in this new world.

( you wanted to go back to where you feel safe, hear your brother's laughter, see your mother's face, but your childhood home is just powder white bone. you'll never find your way back. )

So! My idea with this was that Barty and Regulus obviously both have CRAZY MOTHER ISSUES, and Barty would kind of see Regulus as smaller/weak/defenseless, and he kind of takes up the maternal role, like he keeps people away from him (because he’s a delicate flower) and feeds him and shit. And at first Regulus is all: OH MY GOD, WHAT IS HE DOING? WHAT IS HE DOING? but then he figures out that he kind of likes the cuddling, and other people aren’t all that great, anyway.

Someday I might like to write more on this! Idek, though, since I seriously had to stop myself from signing up to write for the HSM Big Bang (bad idea, bad bad bad idea)>.>

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Fuck Was I -JOY

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love fills me up like a tumor, parasite bent on devouring its host

tresa_cho requested Tamora Pierce femmeslash for this meme (there are still 7 drabbles open, by the way, if anyone wants to request one :D), and I've had a devoted love of Kel/Lalasa since I was a kid.

There are some d/S themes (because that's apparently my new favorite thing), since I tend to write out the naturally dominant and submissive roles when I write sex, and I remembered that Lalasa had that history of abuse (and maybe rape? IDEK, it's been forever since I've read Protector), and Kel has her whole Cold And Emotionless Yamani thing going on. I liked the idea of Kel giving up her control and of Lalasa taking it.

Title: the rest of her here
Rating: R (lightly)
Word Count: ~600
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Summary: Kel, for all of her fighting and odd, contained aggression, knows how to handle fragile things.
Warnings: mild sex, mild d/S

( I'm developing my sense of humor, so I can laugh at my heart between your teeth )

Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: !!!

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movie: star trek

DAMN IT, MAN.

STAR TREK, YOU GUYS.

FUCKING STAR TREK.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: The Boys Are Too Refined -The Hush Sound

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and if i'm given the chance to be a doll in his hands

There's. . .freaking out? And heterosexual sex? Only a little bit of heterosexual sex. I've got to ease back into that.

For

lastfallen_hope, as her backup gift for

gossipgirlsanta! It's not much longer than the bit I already posted, but there's an ending and everything! <333

Title: wedding bands, cigarettes
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Word Count: roughly 2500
Rating: R
Warnings: future!fic, marriage proposals, fluff, mild sex in a dressing room, het written by a mostly slasher
Summary: Chuck takes a deep breath before launching into an in-depth speech on the positive aspects of living with him, mostly involving never having to work while still continuing to live in the manner to which she has become accustomed and having him without the risk of being cheated on with multiple groups of prostitutes, because married men apparently have morals that single men do not.

( those boys who kiss and bite, they are the brilliant ones who speak and write with silver lies. they sing in clever tongues, oh how my knees go weak to be the one she kicks and bucks )

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: let's not shit ourselves (to love and be loved) -bright eyes

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fan fiction,
meme

can I get a goddamn timpani roll to start this goddamn song?

MEME FUN.

THE FIRST TEN PEOPLE WHO COMMENT TO THIS POST get to request a drabble/short!fic from any fandom (from my list. . .and possibly provide some form of prompt?) In return, those ten people have to post this in their journals, regardless of their ability level.

Fandoms: Harry Potter, House, The Sound and the Fury, Gossip Girl, Nightrunner, A Separate Peace, Torchwood, RPS (bandom-wise, Panic and Fall Out Boy mostly, but I can delve into MCR and the Hushies &c&c. I’ll try pretty much anything in indie bandom or just weird, random pairings), Tamora Pierce, Dead Poets Society, Swing Kids, Psych, High School Musical, a lot of random books and movies.

(It would be so super cool if you did this. Hopefully it will kickstart me to actual finish writing something.)

eta:

1. Tamora Pierce - Kel/Lalasa - for

tresa_cho
2. Harry Potter - Regulus/Barty - for

noneedofcrepe
3. The Sound and the Fury - Quentin/Caddie - for

fallen_woman

Current Mood: full
Current Location: twitter.com/thespencersmith, what.
Current Music: hang me out to dry -cold war kids

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you've wrung me out too too too many times

I apparently started writing a bandom Faulkner AU without realizing it.

Panic all having Twitters = distracting, y/y. Y.

ryan blames what happened to brendon on himself. he always has. that’s what he tells spencer while he lays delicately on the floor, stomach exposed on the wood that’s warm from windows and a mississippi summer (remembers sweating through his shirt, though several younger years, tugging at the neck of his shirt, wearing smiles in the day and biting lips at night and breathless high laughter, long fingers and ice crushed on his skin), and spencer cranes his neck from across the room to hear him better. i should have watched him more, ryan says, or: it should have been me, been us. we could have dealt with it.

“we don’t really deal with anything.” spencer says, seriously, and ryan raises his neck from the crook of his arms and almost smiles at him, almost laughs at the look on his face. “i’ve noticed that, lately.”

It has Brendon/Shane and Ryan/Spencer and Ryan/Spencer/Brendon. And Quentin/Caddie, Faulkner's incesty pairing of uncomfortable love. And suicide! And crying! And cuddles!

Why, why, why do I do this. I actually have Gossip Girl het fic I have to finish writing for

lastfallen_hope, but this is apparently the story of my soul.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: mad as rabbits -panic at the disco

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meme

come save me from walking off a windowsill, or I'll sleep in the rain

s1) Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2) Post this meme with your answers.
3) Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
4) Label which you would marry, shag, and throw off a cliff.

noneedofcrepe gave me mine, and it was hard.

( marry, shag, or throw off a cliff: moony_luna, sebastian flyte, and stephen colbert D: D: D: )

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issues: amazonfail

oh, what, seriously?

So, Amazonfail.

There goes buying used copies of Buffy seasons for $7. My business is going elsewhere unless they manage to pull out a really amazing excuse. Which seems pretty impossible at this point.

information and links at

copperbadge

timeline of events

I don't even know. I got on LJ five minutes ago, and I found this. Happy late Zombie Jesus Day, guys.

Current Mood: lovely
Current Music: when the day met the night -panic at the disco

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he was just hanging around, then he fell in love (and he didn't know how)

my birthday was good. we played croquet and hunted easter eggs, then went to knoxville to see arrested development at sundown in the city. i got a stuffed animal and unicorn bandages and a birthday gnome and origami male genitalia that my friends made out of flyers that some creepy evangelist gave us.

spring break starts today. i'll be doing nothing much, except for shopping and using temporary hair dye to look like a hipster at next week's sundown. and i'll be going to this, because it's wonderful.

too tired to capitilize or function.

still smell like other people's pot.

downloading mcr's cover of "desolation row" from watchmen and going to take a very long shower.

<3333333

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Mouth Full Of Bones -Natalie Portman's Shaved Head

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I'm trying not to smile because I know you're looking

BEFORE I TALK ABOUT THE ACADEMY IS..., LET’S HAVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR IOWA, WHO DROPPED THEIR BAN ON SAME SEX MARRIAGE! It’s on the move now.

ANYWAY.

The opening acts for The Academy Is... thursday ended up being Evan Taubenfeld, the guitarist from Avril Lavigne’s band (his music was. . .uhm, better than Avril Lavigne? It didn’t suck, but it’s not my thing. He was funny, though, and offered to have sex with anyone who bought three of his t-shirts, so), and Empires (who kind of rock). We actually didn’t know for sure if Empires was there or not, because apparently they were replacing another band, which led to fun, excited fangirling in the crowd while we were waiting for someone to announce it.

RANDOM GIRL: Wait, what? Empires? Tom Conrad? Tom. Fucking. Conrad?
ME: Tomrad’s here? What?
MORE GIRLS: TOMRAD?!

( it turns out that all of Empires had laryngitis, but they played through it very well, even if they did kind of look like they were dying a little )

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this is the sound of settling

HAPPY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY TO

noneedofcrepe ! Go buy cigarettes and lottery tickets and porn!

I wrote an eensy, g-rated Dead Poets drabble, which is weird, because originally I intended to write nc17-rated Harry Potter, but it. . .didn't happen.

Title from a line in Cormac McCarthy's crazy post-apocalyptic novel: The Road.

if he is not the word of god (then god never spoke)

Dead Poets Society; 200ish words; Neil/Todd preslash; G

( It's at the meeting one night, when Todd feels his heart swell and break all at once. )
n

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: Silver Lining -Rilo Kiley

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I was running through fields of hitchhikers, as the story goes

I’m going to a The Academy Is... concert next week in Knoxville. And I just realized that I’m the least scene person ever, so I’m having a clothingdilemma. Which is weird for me, because I tend to just throw things on and be, like: “. . .fashion? Fashion!” with jazz hands and shit, though I only do jazz hands, like many other things, in the privacy of my own home.

I own a lot of cardigans and flats and pearls, and I inherit clothes from great grandmothers and thrift stores and occasionally my brother. Generally, I look like I’m twelve years old going on a healthy sixty five.

So, currently, for the concert, I have a Death Cab t-shirt and copious amounts of eyeliner. Kerri actually owns an Academy t-shirt, and Mamie owns many a pair of skinny jeans (someday, when I can wear them with no poetic irony involved, I swear to god it’s happening), so I might have to go stand with the parents of the little thirteen-year-old scene kids who hang out in the back, talking about the good all days before all these crazy emo bands starting seducing their children to the ways of straight-edge teen angst.

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I have a friend who is mostly made of paint

I know now why people who have to walk home from school are angry all the time. It’s because fuckers with cars throw half-full cans of Mountain Dew at your head and ten-year-old boys sexually harass you from school buses.

High school sucks. One year and forty-ish more days until I leave this place.

[/emo]

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: lazy line painter jane -belle & sebastian

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drive by post before I crash

MILK.

I wish I had taken a picture of my face after I finished watching this movie, because I swear to god, mascara streaked and everything. Much recommended.

(Also, cookie booths are over! I go back to spending all of my free time freaking out over William Faulkner and writing things in Southern dialect.)

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elope with me in private, and we'll set something ablaze

RACHEL: The next person who ignores me is getting beaten to death with a box of cookies.
ME: *consults boxes* Thin Mints weigh the most! I bet if we throw one and hit them in the neck at the right place, we could totally paralyze them!
INNOCENT BYSTANDER: . . .

That is what Girl Scouts discuss when you ignore them.

Also, I know I mentioned National Treasure fic last weekend, but I’m dead with cookies and math and exhaustion and SEVEN THOUSAND NEW FRECKLES and can’t find all the pages. So someday. But not today, because it’s 7:00, and I’m going to take a fucking nap.

Current Mood: geeky
Current Music: when the day met the night -panic at the disco

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if you can make a promise not to break my little heart and leave me all alone

Three things!

+ I start attempting to sell girl scout cookies to unwilling consumers today. Watch out.

+ I accidentally started writing a bandom Grand Ole Opry AU as a joke the other day, and it sort of turned epic. I don't know how many bandom people I have on my flist, but. . .Brendon Urie escapes a crazy Baptist household in Knoxville and hitchhikes to Nashville. Spencer Smith is basically just Spencer Smith with an awesome accent, because he needs no alterations. Ryan Ross is the most flamboyant cowboy ever. Jon Walker's smile is made of sunshine and rainbows. Pete Wentz owns the Opry, but Patrick Stump actually runs it. Oh, and My Chemical Romance is a kickass alt-country band. Seriously, it's ridiculous, and I love it.

+Sometime in the coming weekend, I might post a National Treasure fic in which Riley is an Obama fanboy and attempts to fabricate conspiracy theories so they can go meet him. It's quick and sort of adorable (I can't break into Barack Obama's blackberry! I-I love him!) and also the product of not doing trig homework when I really, really should have been doing trig homework.

Current Mood: content
Current Location: horizontal, on the sofa, with pre-valentines angst chocolate
Current Music: you could write a book -someone still loves you, boris yeltsin

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I guess you broke my heart, and sometimes I think that's all it's there for

I'm reposting this here, since our secret identities have been revealed at fandomcommerce, and what better way to celebrate an upcoming Valentine's Day than disfunctional porn?

Title: Every Breath We Drew
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius, Remus/Regulus, Sirius/Regulus
Word Count: 2,500
Warnings: Sex, angst, Blackcest, language, underage people doing things with other underage people
Notes: written for bloodredsummer, in fandomcommerce. Completely ignores all Regulus canon from Deathly Hallows. Library sex inspired by Atonement.

( waxing candles and burning cobwebs )

Current Mood: crazy
Current Music: 20 Years Of Snow - Regina Spektor

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feel the warmth, feel the warmth

This is for moony_luna , who is sixteen today and is also, like, my favorite. She wanted it, and I’ve had a week off school for snow. This how all Great Art is born (HAPPY BIIIIIRTHDAY, DEAR)

Title: never truly hated anyone or anything
Pairing: Jenny Owen Youngs/Regina Spektor
Rating: R (mostly for language)
Word Count: 1800
Warnings: RPF, femmeslash, language, alcohol
Disclaimer: if you got here by googling your own name, CLICK OUT NOW. NOW. Seriously. Otherwise, these are obviously fictionalized accounts of things that totally didn’t happen, and I mean no harm to either mentioned parties, only fangirl love and affection.
Summary: "Go propose to Regina." Bess says and hangs up on her. Jenny drops the phone and stares at it in horror. Bess is beyond perceptive, she thinks. Bess can read minds.
Notes: I could have expanded on this more, probably, and it’s a little rough, but, overall, I’m happy with how it turned out. Oh, and this is my contribution to the existence of indie bandom, which should happen.

( she's a dying breed, she's a dying breed )

I will never be uncomfortable with RPF now, since I wrote this and I’ve been binging on Panic bandom for the past three weeks. I’m a few steps away from being completely without shame.