I stole this from kyasuriin because I'm procrastinating the shit out of this assignment.

A BANDOM BEGINNINGS MEME.


1. Bandom fangirl since:
2. First band in the fandom:
3. How, why, and when did you get into bandom? Was it a gradual thing, or did bandom basically slam you in the face? Did you resist at first? Who was involved in your downfall?
4. What did your core bandom band look like when you got into the fandom? What fashion phase where they in?
5. What was your first impression of each of them?
6. What was the first bandom fic you ever read? What did you think of it?
7. When was your first bandom concert experience? What was it like?

( My answers. Which you've probably already heard, because it's not like I never talk about this shit. )

Okay. Unpopular fandom opinion time: as cute as I think the mixtape is (and it is, very much so), I am already bored with this whole viral marketing thing. First of all, the Obama stuff, the whole political raising awareness thing? While I can appreciate the social consciousness -- and here it comes -- I am really fucking bored with all of it. Second, everything else. Cute, sure. Very Pete indeed. But Jesus, fellas, just give me the goddamn album and stop pussyfooting around. I understand PR, sure, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

Get back to me when there is actual music and not just a bunch of demos, Christ. I mean, yes, I'm thrilled silly that there will be a new album (PATRICK STUMP MFY), but spare me the rest.

In other corners of bandom, Gerard Way continues to make me his bitch. I LOVE HIS STUPID FACE OKAY? He isn't dead! He very well may be, though, with only a GPS and a can of Dr. Pepper air freshener. (And considering the infamous Way armpit problem, he may very well need it.)

Speaking of:
restless_jedi: According to a report in the journal Personality and Individual Differences, a man's sperm count doubles when he spends a lot of time on the road - up from 389 million sperm per ejaculate to 712 million. Which, I am sure you will agree, is a lot of extra sperm.
chebonne: Gerard is going on a roadtrip. Lyn better watch out.
restless_jedi: Hahaha
restless_jedi: NO BABIES

Furthermore, who the hell gave him a bb gun? I don't know if I should be laughing, turned on, bemused or horrified. I'm staggering between them like a drunken sailor on shore leave. Also? HOT DAMN MIKEYWAY. That is all.

I really should go to bed. I've been writing fanfic most of today, but I've only produced some 300+ words of it. I did get to introduce Jon though (thanks for listening, Emily, it turns out what I needed was to bitch about it), which is really all I wanted from life, because now he and Spencer (and Ryan) can have some quality flirting time before Bren barges in and fangirls all over Ryan to Ryan's amazement. Fun! And after that... well, I don't really know how to proceed, but all in due time, I guess. Better introduce Bren first -- at least I know how that scene is going to end, even though I haven't quite figured out the logistics of a musical script rehearsal. Well, well.

What I like best about that fic, I think, is the relationship between Spencer and Ryan. So much history. So much hot sex. And then there is just all the delicious girlporn going on between Ryan and Bren, which is just plain lovely, even though I'm still unsure about how to write decent head (yes, I am aware that my first posted fic was girlporn complete with baby's first oral, so what?). Also, Jon is a lech and I love him for it.

I'm going to TRY with this one. I want to write, the problem is my criminally short attention span (especially with things I already kinda know the ending of) and my lack of self-esteem when it comes to my writing. I need to work on that. Please, Bee, Aly, anybody, poke me about this, I want to finish it. Ask me to tell you more about genderswap foursomes and beardburn and Spencer singing (because, boy, is that a visual that'll stay with me for life)!

It's slooow, but at least it's going someplace now. I have a first scene mapped out in my head! Shit, I may have to go finish it now. I WAS GOING TO SLEEP GODDAMMIT.

*pulls up Googledocs*

I know, okay, I know. I spam because I care. It's just. Well. I wrote PORN. So naturally I had to share.

Spencer/Brendon, NC-17
600 words of genderswap porn.
This is for sinuous_curve because she is a horrible enabler who basically told me, "WRITE ME PORN WITH GIRL!BRENDON GOING DOWN ON GIRL!SPENCER FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER." And then I did. I'm easy like that.

--

( Bren doesn't quite know how she ended up here. )

--

I have officially popped my fanfic cherry!

Oh. OH. OH MY GOD. It's... it's actually done! They've posted it! HOLY FUCKING CRAP THIS IS THE MOST MONUMENTAL THING SINCE RACHEL POSTED THE LAST PART OF THE FOREVER NOW TRILOGY OH MY GOD.

In short, ignipes and emilyray has FINALLY posted the prologue and first chapter of their EPIC commentfic. 180k words, I'm pretty sure, of marvel. 17 chapters and worth every second. Jesus Christ, guys, if you like Panic at all -- hell, if you like creative writing at all -- READ IT. And then you need to stalk shacklesnchains for the rest of the updates.

I realize I'm probably getting ahead of myself, reccing this thing already, but. Seriously. SERIOUSLY. IT'S JUST THAT FUCKING GOOD, GUYS. And I read it unbetaed and unfinished and held my breath for every next little snippet they'd beat out in Kali's comment threads.

It's DONE!!!! And they make me want to use an excessive amount of CAPSLOCK and !!!!!!!!! just by EXISTING. GOD.

♥ X INFINITY

Oh, and also? JENNIE CALLED ME TODAY. SHE IS IN THE COUNTRY GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH. \o/

Okay, is anybody else endlessly amused at Pete's newest Q&A answers?

question
Is Patrick's chest hair in the "Beat It" video real?
asked by Xpandamonium_loverX on July 1, 2008

answer
we had to call in stunt chest hair. its a sore subject. lets not talk too much about it.
answered by pete on July 2, 2008

question
Hey Pete
Tell Panic they need q&a on their website like this
love you guys btw <3
asked by sharpieluvpeace on July 1, 2008

answer
but instead you can just ask questions about them here and i can make up lies that will get their panties all in a bunch. isnt that so much more fun?
answered by pete on July 2, 2008

Oh, Pete.

Do you guys know what is depressing? When you read a fic that everybody and their grandmother are recommending and you just. Can't. Like. It.

I don't have any specific fic in mind for this, it just hit me last night as I was looting for fic recs. And the thing is, I really don't like talking about it either -- offending the writer or the writer's friends or whatever is never fun. Wank is only amusing when you're not a part of it. Luckily I do have Bee and Aly and we usually have pretty similar taste in fics. Of course, our "trashings" usually consist of us IMing back and forth about OCs and literary devices that doesn't work and scenes that doesn't quite flow and what could maybe be done instead, interspersed with the occasional OMG LEARN HOW TO SPELL. I may not be able to write very well, but nobody is as good a critic as the one who has no expertise whatsoever. *g*

Speaking of, I adore Oscar Wilde. I was reading through quotes of his recently and I stumbled over something that I thought was eminently suitable for my whole philosophy: "If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you." I had this discussion with Bee the other day, that for me it's not about WHAT you say, it's HOW you say it. People don't listen to what you say anyway, but they're very aware of tone of voice and body language. As long as you sound sure of yourself, you can sell almost anything. Which I suppose is kind of a cynical way of looking at the world, but... I think it's interesting though.

Panic gsf is eating my brain, when I'm not busy sort-of-maybe ficcing with Rebecca. We're writing this thing about Torchwood 4, the unit that disappeared, set in Belfast and it has lesbian romance which is always fun (Siân/Caro OMG OTP!!!1!). I'm good with developing characters and research, it's the writing that's less stellar. Although, I do feel like writing a little on the novel/whatever -- Jennie has that effect on me -- but I wouldn't know where to start. I would really want to just tell someone about the whole thing from top to bottom, about all the characters and all the shit that's been going on with them, but I... well, I don't really dare to, to be honest. It's a lot, I wouldn't want to bore anyone, and also, I'm REALLY self-conscious about the whole thing. :/

But I was talking about Panic gsf and I really like how most of my flist (and a lot of my friendsfriends) has tumbled onto the gsf bandwagon. It's the only way to end a Panic fic, really. They're so co-dependent. Anyway, I've been reading Forever, Now verse again and I'm reading into all the little gsf-y hints, and now I kind of want a coda (I'M SORRY, RACHEL) where Brian finds out about the four of them sleeping together and trying to come to grips with that, alternately Brendon angsting about telling Brian and the boys. Polyamory is kind of taboo after all. That being said, it wouldn't have to be FN-verse either. It could just be anything at all. Who can I rope into doing this for me? Alternately, who can tell me when I became such a whore for angst and h/c?

Ramble, ramble, this is the first moment alone I've had in days that wasn't illicit or at midnight. I'm doing beta! And listening to the Black Parade so loudly the floor is quaking with the bass line! \o/ Also in the plus column, my sister hasn't gotten pissed at me yet, and I dreamed about Jon Walker last night. Jesus Christ, I want to do him. CURSE YOU JON WALKER. CURSE YOU PANIC AT THE DISCO. *shakes fist*

A while back there was this meme about sex tapes in bandom, mostly because of ignipes and harriet_vane. ignipes said: "Both of us want somebody to write a story about Ryan Ross's sex tape, which would be, of course, the most hilariously awkward sex tape to ever hit the internet--possibly involving a lot of creepy staring and/or falling off the bed--and it would get loaded to YouTube under the name "a better fuck ahahahahahahahahahaha," then Brendon finds it and dies laughing." and I followed that meme, but now (like a week after the fact, OF COURSE) I started thinking about it.

So, okay, so I want Ryan to make this hilariously awkward sex tape, right, complete with falling off the bed and elbows and knees in the wrong places and really long awkward silences, and his bandmates finds it and dies laughing (this part has already been written, btw, right here). BUT!

Now I kind of want a fic wherein all of them torment Ryan something fierce about all of this and Ryan tries to kill them with his brain, until Brendon/Spencer/Jon takes pity on Ryan and decides to make a tape of their very own! This starts out as just the two of them (Jon/Ryan? Spencer/Ryan?) and the video camera and then, you know, the other guys somehow wander in in the middle of it all, and oh, it's all so very awkward, but not awkward enough for them not to join in. Those Panic boys are not stupid, okay? And then there is, you know, group sex. And all of them completely forgetting about the video camera, of course.

Now, if you hadn't already guessed it, since it's me, the whole thing is of course incredibly hot, but also very, very schmoopy, because they LOVE EACH OTHER OKAY. It's not SEX, it's LOVEMAKING.

...god, I can't even write that with a straight face. Anyway! Possibly this tape should then, somehow, end up in the hands of Pete Wentz, just because. Somebody needs to be there to mock them for it forever and also point at them and say "I told you so" about a billion times.

Yeah, so that Give Panic's Asses a Break meme that's been going around is really, really not helping them over here. EVERYTHING ENDS IN GROUPSEX PEOPLE.

Has anybody not seen this shit yet?

( Is it... getting hot in here? )

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH SPENCER SMITH WHAT.

I read ficsoreal's Shotgun yesterday, once or twice or a dozen times, and somehow that must have made a real impact, because I was actually dreaming about it this morning. Or well, I don't know, dreaming? Most of my weirdest and most coherent dreams are usually in that state of half-wakefulness where I know that I'm dreaming and am aware of the room around me, but where I'm still mostly asleep. Point being, I dreamed bandom dreams. Not the first time, but unusually coherent.

Frank was proposing to Gerard. I've been reading Vanity Fair a lot too, recently, so possibly that may have something to do with it. I'm not entirely sure if Gerard was a man or a woman, (I think he was wearing a dress or a robe of some sort, though. Dark green silk, I'm pretty sure), but he was sitting in some kind of parlor and Frank was kneeling on the floor right in front of him.

"You have to understand," he said. "It's. It's you, Gee. Your eyes, they bewitched me from the start, I can't think straight anymore." It was all very much regency novel as written by Barbara Cartland, you understand. "I think about you every second of the day," Frank went on. "I can't stop, you're always there. Please. I love you. Marry me, please." To this Gerard replied, "Please don't toy with me," and Frank said, "I'm not, I would never. My heart is on the line as much as yours."

It was really sweet actually. He sounded so earnest, and Gerard was just staring at him with his heart in his throat. I know that the realistic part of me (which the romantic, suspension-of-disbelief part tried to shush) kept wondering, "where's Mikey? Some sort of chaperone? They would never leave a young woman/name-bearer alone with a suitor like this, it's not proper."

I think Gee said yes. I'm pretty sure of it, actually, because he seemed so incredibly happy, but I woke up for real before that happened.

This is a vast improvement from the night before where I dreamed about a pretty blond girl who cut her own eyes (with bonus eyelids!) out with a kitchen knife in a fit of insanity and then woke up the next morning screaming when she realized what she had done. Or the time I dreamed about that really, really violent and bloody fisting (*shuddergag*). Or all those times when people died in my dreams. I mean, it's pretty fucking fantastic to dream something where I'm not desperately trying to claw my way into wakefulness just so I won't have to see all the blood. :/

Okay, so I leave LJ for a day -- a DAY, for primer making purposes, but a DAY -- and I have to skip=100. You guys do get busy, don't you?

ANOTHER CHAPTER OF GERARD: BOY PRINCESS OF THE OCEAN AND FRANK, THE ITALIAN GENTLEMAN'S SON WHO LOVES HIM. I die, I die. I'm trying to convince Bee to rec it to a friend of hers, but she has issues with the style. :(

Baby pics of Brendon! Okay, so, okay. ( Now I kind of want fic... )

Yeah, so. I'm a little tired. I'm going home to the 'rents tomorrow, OMG! I haven't packed!

ETA: Oh, and? The primer I made my my JennieAnyDots was a resounding success. She looks forward to the MCR one! Put your hands in the air and say "weeeeeeeeoooo!" \o/

Fact: Jennie is possibly the best non-fandom friend you can have and I love the shit out of her. She has little to no investment in this, besides agreeing that Gerard is one hot razzle dazzle cupcake, but she knows that it's a big deal for me. Thus I agreed to make her a primer on these boys and the way they're connected.

Boy, do I have some work ahead. Jen, honey, you better bring the Sherpas and an overnight pack, this may take a while. I decided to make a separate one for MCR, because I am a ridiculous fangirl and that is what I do. You ready? Take a deep breath, here comes the plunge.

( Bandom primer )

And thus I conclude the first part of the bandom primer. Next part -- My Chemical Romance -- coming soon! But not tonight, because I do have other things I want to do. *topples over*

Okay, so the meme yesterday kept me smiling like an idiot for HOURS. Rarely have I ever gotten so much enjoyment out of a fucking meme; yesterday was a GOOD day. I mean, I'm still used to fangirling over everybody else, it's a little weird and a lot awesome to have people tell you they feel exactly the same way.

Also, yesterday was a good day for Panic gsf shenanigans and, you know... as much as I still love Ryan/Brendon and Jon/Spencer, Panic is definitely my OT4. Spencer/Brendon and Spencer/Ryan is definitely fighting their way up there too, but that could be because I enjoy reading about a certain Mr. Smith. HE IS MY FAVORITE AND I LOVE HIM. Just today I woke up today to slave AU commentfic shenanigans and I flailed like a flailing thing -- SPENCERRR. You just wait until it's posted, people, it's going to blow your minds, I am not even kidding.

( In other news, I did a friending meme thing the other day so I figured I'd give a short intro (if by 'short' you mean 'three paragraphs', and I do). )

In conclusion: This is me in pictures and this is me in so many words. Oh, and my delicious, if anyone is interested. And here are my girlcrushes and my boycrushes. Enjoy! *laughs*

Anything else? Hm, no, nothing I can think of. I just read impertinence's Hear Me Out which is genderswap taken seriously for once, and it was really interesting at the same time as, you know, really fucking good.

So this is me, getting this shit out of my system... anyway, I was talking to Bee (surprising, I know) and she brought to my attention this and this by poultryofperil which I found hilarious. But it also made me think about other Buffy AUs which was actually kind of funny in and of itself. So here's my take on it.

( Lalala, I am ridiculous. )

And I'm done!

In other news, I have now 590 Beatles songs on my iTunes. I do not look forward to scour for doubles. *headdesk*

So yesterday I went through my tiny little picture cache I have saved (I have a laptop and not much space) looking for a new desktop background and I said casually to Bee, "I should do a picspam some day of Pictures That I Like For No Particular Reason At All." She said I should, I said okay. Here we are. A good random bandom picspam -- heavy on Gerard, because it IS me we're talking about, but I have a fair bit of Panic in there too.


( Or maybe I should say, it's a Gerard Way picspam with an assortment of his oddly coiffed little friends and other bandom oddities. Not very dial-up friendly, I'd imagine. )

YOU GUYS.

So I finally figured out what this pic makes me think of!

( On account of large pic. )

So. I want an MCR Spice World AU so bad I can TASTE it. Mikey as Victoria would be AMAZING, don't even try to pretend otherwise. Gerard as Geri! Bob as Mel C! Um, Frank and Ray as Mel B and Emma! Brian as Clifford the manic, half-deranged manager!

( And as usual, the chat conversation with Bee that started this madness. )

I waaaaaaaaaant it.

I'm actually going to bed in just a minute, but a bunny of sorts hit me, and I just needed to talk about that for a moment.

So, how many of you guys have seen De Drabbade ("The Cursed")? For those of you who haven't it was a really interesting Swedish fantasy/thriller show that went on TV a couple of years back. The premise was that a bunch of people suddenly got these mystical powers -- "Imagine your greatest weakness turning into your greatest strength. Your pain becomes your power. For the first time you have the power to do exactly what you want."

Like for instance Jasmine, the online porn star, who had lived her entire life being told what to do, suddenly getting the power of persuasion. Or the lonely boy, Ismael, that was always on the outside looking in, that nobody really saw, being able to turn invisible. And, well, you catch the drift. The problem was that some of them were not comfortable with these powers -- the Seer killed himself a his entire family in the first act because of the visions that plagued him. All he could see was nothingness. (And then of course, the side characters, like the journalist brother of the Seer who is bound and determined to find out why his brother would kill himself, and the 400 year old prophet herself who comes to some of them in dreams, and the old man who investigates and chronicles the whole thing when that mysterious symbol starts showing up everywhere.)

So what do they do with these powers? Well, there is of course a prophecy. 400 years old, about the final showdown between light and darkness. The two leaders, Light and Dark, (played by the same marvellous actress) emerge and collect the Chosen to them. But then, as the show progresses, all of them start to realize that maybe these powers are not blessings as they thought, and that there really isn't much of a difference between Light and Dark after all.

The point of all this? *scritches plotbunny behind ears* I want it. With our bandom boys. All of them, because trust me, there were a lot of chosen/cursed people in this show. What kind of powers would they have? What are their greatest weaknesses? What kind of pathetic losers would they have been before? What sides would they be on, Light or Dark? Who are the leaders? Who will use their power with care and who will use them for power? How will they react to all of this? Come on. Fantasy, mystical dystopia! It'll be great! (Bear in mind, I have no idea how it ends as I missed the final episode. *facepalm* But I shall rectify this soon!)

Seriously, though. I don't know if this has been bunnied before (wolfshirts anyone?) but I would read the shit out of this. How amazing would they all be? Angry and bitter and broken and jaded, especially the ones on the Dark side (or so it seemed). Swathed in white or black, following the Leader like she has the answer to everything that went wrong in their lives, and yet they can't help but to doubt.

Anyone? Bueller?

So Bee and I were dicking around on AIM like we usually do last night and we got in on a conversation about hardware and naming things. Bee told me that her laptop is called Sylar. Yes, after the brainsucking evil dude from Heroes. It was a thing. So, thinking about it, I realized that my laptop is kind of hard to pin down, but believe you me, he's one crabby, kind of campy, faggy bitch so I decided to name him Carson and get it over with. Say hi!

Randomness aside, I'm a little crabby myself right now. Why can't plotbunnies spring from our minds like Athena, a fully formed fanfic to just be posted? Because, you know, I'm good with plotbunnies. At times, with sufficient inspiration, I'd even say I'm brilliant at them. What I'm not so brilliant at? Writing them.

The offending piece in question is the Panic genderswap gsf AU FROM HELL. I love it dearly, but it hates my guts. See, the thing is, I've been trying to polish it, but here's the kicker -- I don't know shit about girl oral, more's the pity, and especially not how to write it from the giver's point of view. Hence I have a sex scene that somehow trips from a pretty solid Brennan POV into a sudden Spencer POV. Fucking POV shifts.

I realized that if I'm going to write this shit, I'm going to have at least two POVs. I really, really don't want to switch Brennan's POV around in the sex scene, not to mention that there are too few gsf fics out there from Brendon's POV. He needs some lovin', even as a girl.

I think I may have figured out a place to start too, but the plot is kind of iffy. It's mostly, you know, they're actors, they meet and... sex. Not much meat to it, I'm afraid. *sigh*

I hope all of you realize that just because I talk about it doesn't mean that I will actually write it, though. Chances are it will never be finished, but I figure I can at least polish the sex scene up a bit and flesh it out, and then maybe post it here. I did promise Aly I would try, at least.

But! My genderswap bunnies are legion and right now the Sister Act 2 AU thing is eating my brain. I know I pitched it as an all boy thing, but well, then kitsune_tsuki happened and she enabled me. So right now I cannot stop thinking about cocky little Frankie Iero making eyes at Mr. Way during chior practice and Catherine, "Cash", Colligan pouting at her BFF Alexa DeLeon about how Alex Marshall is like, so cute, but he doesn't even notice her even though she totally flirts like crazy AND popped a few extra buttons on her uniform yesterday. Poor Cash. And then, you know, Gabi and Billie's long-legged lesbian romance, and everything just went downhill from there.

Yeah, I don't even know either.

Why does every plotbunny I have lately start out as a fucking genderswap AU? This is the reason why I should never ever be allowed to be up at 3 in the morning. Anyway. This is not that genderswap. But it could be.

Do you know what I want? ( A Sister Act 2 AU. )