currently reading:
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
The Hero and the Crown
Boy Meets Boy – not entirely convinced of the awesome, the idealistic atmo and prose is not exactly my cup of tea, on hold!
( read so far )
( bought so far )
( rec'd )
here, have a snippet leading into another Eat More Cats fake blog post. Someday, this story will actually be finished.
( GLITTER GIRLS AND HEARTSORE @ BOOTSTRAP TEN )
On other things, my laptop died again, and fed-up and armed with my ext hard drive of everything I needed anyway, I got a Mac. Windows, you crashed my life one too many times. I salute you, but I must leave you behind. So nows I have a macbook pro and it's super neato, and it only took me 4 hours to figure out how to get on the internet - it didn't help that I apparently hid my SSID when I set up my router three years ago - hi, brain, sometimes you go on vacation - but the apple support guys were AWESOME and led me through every single step they could and didn't get impatient with me being a fucking idiot (I seriously wanted to cry and take the stupid laptop back to the apple store, I seriously could not figure it out - so, yes, Apple Guys, you saved me the 119 dollar return fee! *LOVE*).
To celebrate or spit in the eye of the now split Panic, whatever, have a (really rough) fake blog post about Ryan and Jon for my mike/kevin secret band NINJA high school fic (now at the 43 page mark!) Background: NINJA also reviews bands at a site called Eat More Cats. Yes.
( TENDERFOOT JUNCTION @ THE CELL )
Also, in case you didn't know, Kevin Jonas just got engaged. To someone other than Mike Carden! To a girl. My general feeling is: what the fuck? He's 21! He's a rock star! I blame the purity ring, seriously, he just wants to get some. On the other hand, he's still adorable and seems sweet so I wish him the very best.
My pup, Roxy, had acl surgery on her back left knee last Friday. She's drugged out of her mind to keep her calm, and it's so sad! But we cut back on her meds yesterday and she was soooooo hyper and she basically has to be immobile for 6 to 8 weeks, so she was a droopy puss this morning after her sedative. I just want to snuggle her. It's so weird being able to leash walk her, though, normally she just pulls me down. It's kind of nice!
I still have a TON of bbbs to read - I'm in a fast and furious mood again, and I'm re-reading fics because there's nothing new out there. Also, MERLIN! J is in love with the show now, too, so our Sundays are awesome.
That's all. I'm so boring.
“I’m really enjoying this debate on what we should wear,” Miranda says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and fiddling with her amp, “but maybe we should concentrate on the fact that we’ve never performed live before? I’m kind of worried about how Brendon isn’t actually an octopus, no matter how many limbs it seems like he has – what are we doing about the piano?”
“I know the guitar parts on Lefty Persuasion,” Bill says. “And there’s no reason why everything has to sound exactly the same, you know. We can improvise. Also.” He curls a finger over his upper lip, tilts his head back. “I’m going to wear a mustache.”
“Please don’t,” Patrick says.
“Too late. It’s decided,” Bill says. “I’m going to make Kevin wear one, too.”
Kevin blinks. “Uh.” He’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to wear a fake mustache, but Bill’s sort of hard to say no to.
Miranda strums a chord and messes with her pedal. “Kevin’s not wearing a mustache,” she says.
“Are you volunteering to be my mustache buddy then?” Bill asks Miranda, grinning. He saunters over and hooks an arm around her shoulders. “They’ll tickle when we kiss, like whiskers on kittens.”
Miranda elbows him in the side; Bill half-stumbles away from her with an oof, mouth still curved up in amusement.
“So if anyone’s interested,” Miranda says pointedly, “I’m going to play Weak In The Knees now.”
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toft_froggy won anatsuno's awesome podficing abilities in Sweet Charity and asked for a recording of my Attack of the Giant Robot from Outer Space story, so go here and download and enjoy :) I'm very flattered Toft asked, and very excited to hear it read aloud!Sam/Freddie-ish.
“You used to be dapper,” Carly says. She pokes Freddie in the head, cautiously, like she’s afraid his hair will grow limbs and attack her. “I admired your sense of Yuppie fashion, does your mom know you look like this?”
A/N: Freddie goes to college and stuff happens. So, whatever, for people who don't watch iCarly, Sam is a tiny blonde who can beat the shit out of you with one hand and eat a piece of fried chicken at the same time (she's AWESOME), Carly (Miranda Cosgrove!) is sweet and sassy, Freddie is the tech producer who tapes their web show, and Spencer is Carly's eccentric artist older brother/guardian. This fic doesn't have much of a point, except Sam and Freddie are kind of trying to define themselves without Carly. Title comes from Soundgarden's Outshined.
( Gives Me The Butterflies )
* trying my hand at something original, even though it basically sucks and I kinda gave up after 7 pages. It's maybe about a dude who's being haunted by his dead gay twin. Other than that, it's pretty dumb.
* also about a page into an iCarly fic that should be shortish, college-age Freddie coping without his girls.
* was briefly inspired to finish Start Where You Begin before I fell asleep last night, and then I opened up the word doc today and just stared at it, so whatever.
* I'm trying to keep up with all the bigbangs, but there's an AMAZING amount of fic, I find that half the time I just stare at my delicious in indecision!
* I'm still only about 9000 words into Mike/Kevin highschool au.
snippet?
Kevin doesn’t remember exactly how he ended up in woodshop – something to do with conflicting schedules, since he’d originally signed up for graphic arts - but he loves it. It’s hands down his favorite class, and he’s actually awesome at it, which is an unexpected bonus.
“That’s kind of ambitious,” The Jerry says, looking over his shoulder.
Kevin spreads his hands out to flatten the curling edges of his blueprint. “Only two more tiers than my last one,” he says. “I like a challenge.”
The Jerry grunts, then moves over to the work station next to Kevin’s. The Jerry’s a huge bear of a guy, thick neck, barrel chest, with ice blonde hair that’s parted down the middle, falling past his ears. He’s like a Nordic god, Kevin thinks, a Viking, only without the beard. He’s a defensive tackle for the varsity football team, and for some reason he seems to like Kevin. Or have some sort of elevated tolerance for him, at least, and he’s always visibly impressed by Kevin’s birdhouses. As he should be, since Kevin’s birdhouses rock.
Besides The Jerry, Kevin has woodshop with a slew of sophomores and Smith, who’s completely hopeless. Mainly, Mr. Samberg doesn’t let him near any of the heavy machinery. Or even a hammer, since last time it slipped out of his hands and nearly hit Mr. Samberg in the face. Smith spends most of the period varnishing left-over bookshelves or TV stands and texting on his cell.
Mr. Samberg, on the other hand, spends most of the class beat-boxing and making up songs about how awesome wood is.
So woodshop would obviously be Kevin’s favorite class even if he didn’t happen to be great with his hands.
I've got 27 pages of utter Kevin/Mike high school AU crap, but whatever, I'm still trucking. I figure I'll just write and write and write and then go back and slice it apart and put it back together into something that maybe makes sense and doesn't suck, but no promises.
Also, I'm SO TEMPTED to write iCarly het, because Sam and Freddie are so adorable together and Sam is like my favorite character on TV right now and iCarly rocks, even J likes it.
Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas | follows Dancing Goes All Night
“Notice how the skinny tie makes him look less like he’s carrying shrunken baby heads around in his pockets.”
A/N: for
shutyourface, who thinks Carden “would kill you dead & then go get a burger while your bloody body cooled in the trunk of his car.” This is kind of like cracky schmoop or something, and may possibly only be completely hilarious to me. Please point out any errors!hilariously perfect manip by celebutaunt!!!
( In The Movement )
In other news, have a snippet. (why does it feel like Friday?)
“Spencer Smith is indeed a catch,” Bill says. “Also, if you’re going straight, Urie, you might want to reconsider the random boy make-outs. You’re sluttier than Jonas here.”
“Above the waist doesn’t count, right Kev?” Brendon says, and Kevin says, “Keep me out of this,” because Kevin is most definitely gay. He’s never said it out loud, maybe, but he’s never bothered to deny it.
“You sound like Wentz. It doesn’t work for him, either,” Miranda says.
Brendon huffs and says, “Wentz is dating a girl.”
“Wentz wants to marry Patrick, he has entire blog dedicated to it,” Bill says, and Patrick palms his face and groans.
“I hate my life,” Patrick says.
“Oh, you lie, you love it—wait, wait, Spencer Smith?” Miranda says. “Wasn’t he the drummer for Summer Daze?”
Kevin thinks back, but all he remembers about Summer Daze is the costumes and face paint – he’s pretty sure the drummer had a tiny mustache and goatee.
“Ryan’s Spencer, oh, that makes so much sense, he bought him that watch,” Brendon says, nodding. “He saw us at The Cell for Tenderfoot Junction.”
“Great,” Patrick says.
Brendon waves his hands around. “No, no, don’t worry, I cleverly deflected him with trickery—”
“He played dumb,” Kevin says. “I don’t think Smith bought it.”
“I don’t know, Brendon’s dumb is pretty convincing,” Miranda says.
“Stop picking on my tiny friend,” Bill says, wrapping an arm around Brendon and tugging him close. Brendon burrows his head under Bill’s chin and shoots Kevin a smile and an eyebrow waggle.
Kevin shakes his head. His friends are ridiculous.
So those of you following my twitter already know, ( ANYWHO. Only 14 pages into Kevin/Mike NINJA highschool AU. I'm trying to do a month-by-month thing, so I've got September done and I'm in October, so I've got lots and lots left to write. Yes. Mostly I'm having fun making up band names and mixing and matching bandom folks - Pocket Thief! The Von Dangerfields! - and making them sing weird songs. Fun stuff.
Since I have nothing else going on, how's about we do a question thingy? Like y'all ask me whatever you want about any of my fics in any fandom and I'll try and answer coherently. Sound good? Let's play!
SECONDLY. This new high school Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas fic that I'm writing feels kind of epic. And, like, sprawling. Which probably means lots of rambling, and I've also created a fake blog for it and basically the concept is that Brendon, Kevin, Patrick, Bill and Miranda Cosgrove (hello random! I just love her, she's so adorable) are the school weirdos/losers (although not really Bill, Bill's their token cool guy) and are in a SECRET BAND together called NINJA (all caps, yes) and at night they sneak out and and change up their looks (Kevin straightens his hair!) and go out to watch bands and then review them on their SECRET BLOG and no one knows who they are (and it's a little like Pump Up The Volume in that respect. Vaguely. Not really, but the concept's there) and they only post their music for downloads, they don't perform it live, and they are AWESOME and everyone loves them. And then there's the backstory where Mike keeps saving Kevin from bullies and Mike’s surly and thinks Kevin needs to defend himself, and he pushes him around, only not with intent to harm, leading to rough kisses and “Jesus Christ, kid, you drive me crazy,” and other good stuff. ALSO, Ryan is in a one-man folk band called Tenderfoot Junction, he's SO COOL. I'm having lots of fun with this blog thing, let me tell you. I have to make myself write the story first before I start going crazy with it. More than I already have, at least.
And that is all! Nothing else is going on, I'm lame like that.
Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas | Coda to Dancing Without Warning
The thing is, if they’d wanted him to actually pay attention to the interview, they shouldn’t have sat him next to the lady with the polar bear cub.
A/N: THIS IS THE VERY DEFINITION OF SCHMOOP. Must needs have read Dancing Without Warning first, obviously. Title still comes from The Art of Dancing by Bronx Cheerleader. Unbeta’d fluff, written in a couple hours, so please point out any mistakes :)
( Dancing Goes All Night )
Joe/Bob, Brendon/Spencer, Frank/Gerard (with background William/Gabe, implied Jon/Ryan & blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Butcher/Siska)
“I’m gonna write a song about you,” Joe says. “It’ll be a handholding song, I hope you don’t mind if I make you a girl.”
A/N: THE HOBO JOE AU! It’s finished! And it's, like, an uber schmoopy meet-cute, but whatever. So many thanks to
insunshine for beta’ing this – I’ve recently realized that I phrase things in epically weird ways, and some of it is just my style, but most of it is just stupid, and she totally calls me on it every time. And! TNBC was real, as was Hang Time, and those were my Saturday mornings for years (years spent in college and beyond! Real-life careers require California Dreams and City Guys, is all I’m saying).( A Handholding Song )
My brother has a small web development company that just launched a new application on Facebook that allows you to leave web based sticky Notes on any website and share them with your friends. You need to install the IE toolbar (only takes a second, and I know, seriously, I wish this was compatible with FireFox, but right now they're just launching it on IE) to create and see Notes. Here's the app on Facebook. SERIOUSLY GUYS! At least try it out and let me know what you think of it? It would help him out immensely - promote it, too, the more friends you have using it the more notes you can share!! They're coming out with a Twitter version next week sometime, too. OMG I SOUND LIKE AN AD! EVIL.
ALSO, Hobo Joe either later this afternoon or tomorrow, woohooo!!
On the flip side, who wants Hobo Joe?
EDIT: it's BACK. sweet, sweet Twitter, never leave me again
EDIT2: okay, what the fuck, they're just teasing me now
2,000+ | PG-13 | Brian/Dom
With his other hand, Dom palms the back of Brian’s neck, presses their foreheads together. “You’re alright, junior-year,” he says.
A/N: This is a PARODY of the first movie – like a ten second send up or something - masquerading as a shitty high school AU, with bonus Rome, because he cracks me up. This is completely dumb, makes little to no sense, but it made me giggle. I wrote it within the span of scant hours, I may’ve been high: read at your own risk.
( Too Cool For School -or- Brian O’Connor: Undercover Hall Monitor )
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