I've started using my tumblr more and more recently, so if you have a tumblr, y'all should go find me. I'm phantomwise over there.

I am currently drawing a map of my fictional city, which is proving to be interesting. The damn thing is about 3.5 by 3 feet big and the scale is all off the walls, of course, but drawing in the streets is very zen in a way. Like doing a jigsaw puzzle.

( 16 A4 papers. Or thereabout. )

Nothing much else to report, other than that Ryan Ross is still one of my favorites, even though he has the intelligence of a flobberworm. I can't even amass the energy to be upset with him right now, mostly I'm just laughing incredulously and facepalming, because he's a fucking moron.

There is a Remus/Sirius love and nostalgia fest going on in the comments of this post, and I've been reading some and thinking a lot.

( Ruminating, adjusting my thinky hat, has nothing to do with recent wanks, just a little bit of nostalgia on my part. )

I think the thing I love the most after going to the movies -- especially one like this -- is how I feel like I'm moving one shutter click at a time. The keys sliding into the door. Slipping them back into the pocket when the door closes. My hand reaching out and snapping the lock behind me. My shoes on the floor. Me hanging my coat back on the rack. I feel like I'm living in graphics, and I gotta admit it's pretty awesome. I love it when movies influence me like this. I feel more interesting, at the same time as I write the review out in my head.

Oh, yes. I went and I saw Watchmen. And let me tell you... phwoar.

( Spoilers galore. )

All in all, I'm blown away, and if it didn't cost a fucking fortune, I would go again tomorrow. In conclusion, &WATCHMEN;

ETA: Also, there needs to be Watchmen fic, like, yesterday. Who's with me?

So, I was writing yesterday and asking twitter stupid questions, and I started thinking about the English language. Because it's a marvelously flexible language, and most of the time I feel like I have multiple ways of describing everything with just a word and still make it sound subtly different every time. I love that.

That being said, there are moments when English just doesn't cut it. There are moments when I can think of half a dozen words in Swedish that could fit, and not one with the right sort of tone in English. Trying to describe a place that is really fucking cold is one of them, so I'm forced to conclude that a staggering number of English speakers -- unless they're from north Canada or Alaska, and there's what, 13 people and a reindeer up there -- grow up in too warm climates.

Because I've experienced thirty-five below (Celsius, to clarify) and that's really fucking cold, okay? There were days when you walked out the door and it was like walking into a solid wall of COLD. The very first breath of air left your lungs burning like a smoker trying to run a mile, and your face felt like it had been scrubbed raw with a steel brush. Of course, you tried to keep as much of yourself covered, but that still left your breath to condense on your scarf, leaving ice crystals rubbing against your face. The hairs in your nostrils froze almost right away, you felt like you could barely breathe through your nose at all, and the muscles in your face kind of experienced a seizure then and there. Opening your jaw was hard fucking work when it was really cold. Smiling, and sometimes speaking, felt slow and clumsy and sometimes you could barely move your mouth or your lips would split open and you'd be bleeding from the cracks.

And then it didn't really matter if you were wearing gloves or mittens, your fingers still felt like they were burning, until you had to ball your hands inside your mittens to keep your pinkies from falling off. Not to mention how the skin on your thighs would always burn when you got back inside, feeling like frostbite and taking forever to get warm again, and then it didn't matter if you were wearing layers, you always ended up with popsicles for legs.

Ears too. If you weren't covering your head properly they'd feel like they were falling off within seconds, and ugh, the headache was awful. And if you had long hair, whatever hair peaking out would inevitably turn white with frost after five minutes. Tears, snot, whatever, froze to your face.

And your toes! Man, sometimes you walked out the door, take two steps and it would feel like your toes were about to fall right off, didn't matter if you were wearing heavy boots or not. And once you got back inside, your skin was always so cold you felt like you were burning all over, bright red hands, face, feet.

And see, that's a fairly decent description of cold, I feel. And yet. And yet, I could do fucking better in Swedish. I really hate it when that happens.

Seriously, I feel so out of the loop. I didn't even know about Keltie and Ryan until Aly told me today. Wow, this is what happens when you don't check your flist in a month. Guys, seriously, I need to get back into this. Link me shit! What has happened since January? Any new fics I should know about? Anybody gotten knocked up or broken up or something? I mean, aside from the obvious.

Of course, you know, gossip aside, that didn't stop us from writing porn about the poor boy. And yes, you guessed it, genderswap.

( Also, relatedly, wouldn't it be hilarious if Ryan's huge dingdong translated to a pair of truly gigantic bazoombas if he was a girl? )

( And then we got a little ridiculous. )

Sometimes, I wonder at us.

Bee: NO SOUL
Linn: You keep yours in the freezer, what do you care?
Bee: It lasts longer that way.
Linn: *snort*
Bee: What? Like glowsticks, if you freeze them the glow lasts longer
Linn: Except your soul doesn't glow. It devours.
Bee: My soul is innocent.
Linn: Maybe when you were born. MAYBE. But it's just gotten more banged up since.
Bee: It doesn't devour
Linn: It's the soul of an editor, of course it does.
Bee: At least I have one.
Linn: I make do. I have jam.
Bee: Jam is good for trousers, but not for souls.
Linn: No, jam is sweet. Also, it's kinda sticky so it stays put even when it dries.
Bee: It also draws bugs.
Linn: Half my personality right there
Bee: Your personality draws bugs?
Linn: No, but the bugs give flavor. Makes it crunchy. Keeps it interesting.
Bee: The bugs draw more bugs... it's a big mess and needs an exterminator.
Linn: But I'm teaching them to tapdance! They can't die yet!

When a lot of people start going on and on about how amazing something is -- amazing and faily and gay in this case -- I tend to get a little skeptical. I'll give it a shot, never fear, try it out and see what I think, but especially for movies and TV, it's going to be much more difficult to win me over if a lot of people have been plugging the damn thing. I go in with expectations, not to be won over, but to be disappointed and disenchanted, because I usually am. I'm kind of restless a person, and if I find something to be okay but not great, I'll just get bored and switch the channel. It's a personality flaw. I'm a picky bitch, it's a thing.

That being said. When I am won over, it's a bitch to admit that I actually kind of like it sort of. Especially when it soundly kicks one of my favorite legends in the nads and then stomps on it. So it is with reluctance I shall admit, fuckit, Merlin's working for me.

Colin Morgan is criminally cute, and the magic special effects are kind of awesome partially because the freeze kicks ass (none of that blurry, freeze frame Charmed shit) and partially because Morgan has awfully pretty eyes. Undecided on Gwen at this point. Female leads are always iffy. The whole thing is incredibly gay too, which is a bonus. And Arthur is a dick that I want to put over my knee and give a sound spanking, but he's kind of endearing in his dickishness, possibly because he's British and I have a weakness for British dicks.

And that pun, my friends, was completely intended. *leers*

Anyway! Watching more of this now, but consider this another tentative convert to team Merlin. Goddammit. And the dragon is so completely lame too. :/

...OH MY GOD, how gay is this show anyway?

ETA: Oh, and by the way, Uther is not the despot he seems to be if he chains a dragon up, but only just so much that it can't get out of the cave, not so it can't fly. Personally, if I had been a tyrant, I would have chained that sucker to the floor so it could only crawl. Also, I would have captured a more sinister-lookin' dragon, because, dude. That is so very obviously a Good Dragon (tm) that it's ridiculous. Alsoalso, the whole speech about Merlin and Arthur being bonded or whatever rang a little too much of the "good girl meets bad boy, bad boy falls so in love he changes his ways" trope to be entirely what they had in mind.

Frank Iero has not only drunk Gerard Way's Kool-Aid. He bathes in it. Daily. Oh, my god.

THEY ARE SO ADORABLE, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE.

So. My roommate, Sara, has some rather peculiar ideas about pantslessness, I think. I seldom if ever bother with pants unless I'm freezing my poor little ass off, while Sara almost never loses her pants, not even when she's running around in her jammies. Peculiar girl. So! Here's a poll!

Poll #1305546
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 36

When you're dragging around at home -- pants or no pants?

Oh wow.


Look, it's me and my brother.

I have so many pictures of Brendon now, it's starting to be a little ridiculous. WHY MUST YOU TAKE OVER MY BRAIN, CHILD (who is totally older than me)(but only by days!)? I may or may not be overidentifying with him a little. Just a smidge. It's the baby sibling syndrome, we both have it.

In other news: Dishes + me =/= OTP

Oh, noes! I have gotten the icon switcheroo thingy! My other Brendon has been exchanged for some -- I think -- Russian kid that looks startlingly like Ryan Ross ca '05.

Christ. This is what I get for going to bed early.

This Tuesday just turned out to be the best day EVER and it's not even 8:30 yet. Damn.

WAYBY. MCR TWITTER. MY GOD MY HEART IS SO FILLED WITH LOVE IT'S BURSTING.

What. No, I mean. WHAT.



...AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA hh hhh hhh HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

*dies*

Okay. Fine. I lost. Sorry, Spencer Smith, but some things cannot be borne.

AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA. OH, SJSV ILURFACE.

Allow me to flail at you for a bit about What A Catch, Donnie, because hi, hello, FALL OUT BOY THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU. It feels like a thank you, of sorts. And it is, for me. Thank you, Fall Out Boy, without you I would never have had this fandom and I would never have met some of my best friends in the whole world.

And speaking of thank you and grace, today is actually my bandom anniversary. Yes, the real one. One full year ago I read my first bandom rps and it was just downhill from there. That was ALL Fall Out Boy's fault too, so somehow it seems suitable that this song -- this song that is kind of all the good things about bandom distilled into five minutes -- would come out today. Thank you, boys, there is a reason I love you, and this song is a perfect example of that.

And thank you too! This is the first time I've ever been in a fandom for this long (this is my sixth fandom in 3 years) and you all make it the fantastic experience it is! You are amazing, AMAZING people and I'm so lucky, so incredibly lucky and so incredibly privileged, to have gotten to know so many of you. I've never felt so accepted and liked as I have since I got here, and trust me, kids, that has done wonders on my self-esteem.

This is a fandom of so many firsts for me -- first time I've had contact outside LJ with my fannish friends, first time I've made something, first time I've written something, first time I've modded and first time I've tried to make an impact on the fandom in whatever little way I can -- and all of those can be traced back to you. So. Thank you. For everything you've done and said and made, not just for me but in general. Thank you.

See, now, this wasn't supposed to be like this. I was planning on being funny. Damn you, FOB, you kill me ded.

So I was looking through old picspams and this thing caught my eye and I was like damn! I want a fic of that now!

Linn: Okay, actually? You know what I would want to read?
Brittany: hm?
Linn: This fic where Gerard is like, this super fanboy, like us, right, and writes HORRIBLE Gary Stu fiction online about, uh, some band, whatever, may be MCR may be something else, and he either puts Mikey in there to be nice (friend insert!) or writes himself AS Mikey's brother, because that would be cool and look, they have the same last name!
Linn:And then, you know, he goes to bed one night and the next morning he wakes up and then it totally happens, all of it, and he IS the lead singer and shit, he has to remember music now! And he really is Mikey's brother and ex-alcoholic (Dark Past tm) and a comic book writer (and has a really hot guitarist).
Linn: ...I am fully aware I'm ridiculous, okay?
Brittany: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Brittany: HE THINKS MIKEY IS SOCOOL, BUT FRANK IS TOTALLY HOTTER, OKAY, SO IT'S NOT LIKE HE HAS A REAL FAVORITE
Linn: EXACTLY
Linn: And he is one of those fanboys that go to every concert in the area even though they don't have money and stare moistly at the band whenever they're outside the venue. The guys have started to know him by name by now -- That Freaky Gerard Guy
Linn: And then when he becomes the lead singer he has to shut himself up every once in a while and hyperventilate because OMG THEY TOUCHED HIM. FRANK EXPECTS HIM TO CUDDLE. MIKEY WANTS, LIKE, BROTHER TIME OR SOMETHING. AAAARRRGH.

I WANT THIS, PEOPLE. MAKE IT HAPPEN.

OKAY.

idktbh posted this birthday spam -- OM NOM NOM GERAAAAAAARD I MISSED YOU -- which was very very nice (omnomnomnom), but I kind of got caught up with two things.

( Oh, Gerard. You make something burn alright, but I think it's your band having a bonfire with your pants. )

Oh, Gerard. I miss your faily everything. Please come back and show off more of your underwear, pls. (Interestingly, Brendon is not the only one wearing phosphorescent underwear. Coincidence?)

Relatedly: where is all the fic, fandom? It's been so dry that I have resorted to reading through my delicious -- AGAIN. And writing a fic of my own. Seriously, that's when you know things are getting bad.

In other news, what the fucking McFuck is up with last.fm? Because I'm pretty sure I've never listened to half of those songs on my tracks chart in my LIFE.

I'm procrastinating on my grammar homework, so of course what I'll do instead is to write a Thing entry. I felt it long overdue for me to tell y'all a little something about the kind at the center of my story, namely the Guarders.

( Prostitution may be the oldest profession, but this one is definitely cooler. )

Next time... I don't know. Suggest something to me! Something you're curious about? Something that I explained badly that confused the fuck out of you? Something you want to hear more about? Characters, geography, mythology, religions, history, anything at all, please!

Okay. OKAY. Shawn Harris of The Matches is on the Razia's Shadow album. HOW SQUEEFUL AM I? SO SO SQUEEFUL. Oh, my god, like Brendon and Greta and MAX FUCKING BEMIS wasn't enough, now there is SHAWN HARRIS as the DOCTOR who is like my second favorite character, and I NEED THIS ALBUM OKAY?

Amusing tidbit, the special edition version of this album is $12 in the States. TWELVE BUCKS. Jesus, that's nothing, I am SO pre-ordering. In Sweden a normal album without all the extra trappings is maybe twice that. Oh, for real, I love buying shit from the States.

In other news, plotting stories with Aly will never cease to be a source of joy. If I say, "oh, hey, I want [insert bandboy here] to be the bad guy who dies horribly in the end because it would be FUN," her response is usually, "you're a horrible human being. DO EEEET." If you're wondering, we have been toying around with the Matrix AU thingamajig. We have the BEST casting right now. I have three words for you: Brendon in lipstick. And yes, despite that we are the crazy genderswap ladies, he is still a boy.

Christ, the Biblical symbolism in this movie is killing me. Not to say that the last movie doesn't still give me chills because I'm a sucker for last battles and people standing shoulder to shoulder against one common enemy, no matter what petty bullshit's been going on before. Okay, so maybe the last movie makes me shed a tear, I DON'T CARE HOW SUPERIOR THE FIRST MOVIE IS TO THE LAST TWO (and it so, so is, the last two doesn't measure up to it at all, not really), IT'S STILL TEAR-JERKING. And as a trilogy, it still kicks ass, don't even lie.

I am so fucking gross right now, I just keep sneezing over everything and I have no idea why. Realistically, I'm probably having an allergic reaction, because it's never like this when I have a cold, but I can't for the life of me figure out WHAT I'm allergic to. Luckily, this means it'll probably be over by tomorrow morning, so thank God for small favors.

Is it just me or has there been a certain drought in the fic department lately? A bunch of other stuff, but not much by way of ficcing? It just feels like I haven't seen as much of it.

Having a Matrix marathon and here's a question... why are there no bandom Matrix AUs? Because I'm pretty sure there have been wolfshirts about it. Think about it! It would be awesome!

Now, I'm not entirely sure who we could go for as Neo, but there are a number of possibilities. Of course, since this is me, I would say, for example, Gerard as Neo, or Frank, why not, or one of the Panic boys (I loves me some Ryan/Brendon, guys, think about this), but you could go with anyone really. Pete, Mikey, Patrick -- three people with at least nominal internet capabilities in canon -- anyone, really.

Truthfully, Neo isn't the problem. Trinity might not be either. Morpheus and Agent Smith, though? That's where we might run into some trouble. Morpheus is this experienced (but really kind of stubborn and stupid) Prophet type figure -- he has drunk bucketloads of Neo's Kool-Aid -- and Agent Smith is... well, evil. And proud and completely bonkers.

Amusing thought: Gerard has this great, big, rock and roll Messiah complex going on. Who has drunk the most of his Kool-Aid? I would say Mikey. Could you imagine Mikey as Morpheus? I mean, really? The scene in the digital dojo where he kicks Neo's butt? Actually, the more I think about it, the more enamored I am with this idea -- refusing to give his brother up; believing with all his heart that his big brother, who was his whole world growing up, is The One; his crew questioning his belief since they were brought up brothers and all; jumping buildings in a single bound; kicking Agent behind; Gerard standing in that first simulation and railing at him because, "what the fuck happened to you? You're not my brother anymore, I don't even know you!". Also, hey, trench coat. And leather. I think I've got Bee's attention now, at least. *g*

So, if Gerard would be Neo, and Mikey Morpheus, obviously Frank is Trinity (because this is me we're talking about). Who is Tank, Apoc, Switch, Mouse, Dozer? And Cypher? Seriously, who is the evil backstabbing sonofabitch? Please don't make me say someone from The Used, because seriously, been there, done that. And who is Smith, the fucked up Agent? I mean, somebody needs to be soulless enough to torture Mikeyus and try to kill NeoGerard (Ways! That would be like kicking puppies!).

I want Ray and Bob and James in there somewhere. Oh, and Alicia (or Pete!) could be Niobe (but I think Alicia would be more in tune with the character, tbh). Oh, man, watching the downloading scene right now, and I really kind of want Lyn-Z as Tank, for some reason. But then who would be her big bro, Dozer? And would we have the heart to kill them all at the end? Oh, and who would be the Oracle? And Seraph! And, oh, man, the Merovingian!

...okay. For real, I don't think I've had this much fun watching The Matrix since I was 12 and having a SERIOUS crush on Neo. Hee, Mikeyus! I'd listen to him yammer about rabbit holes and philosophy ALLLLLLLLL DAY.

ETA: "On the one hand, you'll have Morpheus' life. On the other hand, you'll have your own. One of you has to die, and it's up to you who does."

Oh, please. Like that is ANY type of choice in my NeoGerard and Mikeyus scenario.

Return of ETA: Also? Imagine Mikeyus at the end when NeoGerard has managed to convince him that brotherhood has nothing to do with biology, and that they are what they are no matter what, and the corridor scene happens? I count on a very cliché "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Son of ETA: Okay, so! The annoying kid that worships the ground Neo walks on in the second movie? What do you think? Ryan, Brendon or someone else? One of the Cabbabies maybe? But I do so awfully much want it to be Ryan, slobbering all over NeoGerard's shoes but pretending (and failing SO HARD) to be disaffected.

...I just watched I Don't Care. Aly, Bee, I may have to make a redefinition to that "Never ever EVER sleep with Pete Wentz" policy.

In other words AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOOOOOOOOYYYYSSS ILTHEMMMMMMMM.

Oh, and also? Patrick flipping Pete off? MADE THE WHOLE THING. ♥_____♥

This morning I had a dream that my mother died. The police was coming for her for some reason, so my father shot her and then himself. Dad survived, barely, but Mom didn't, and when I found out I was throwing myself on the floor, screaming at the phone, "YOU'RE LYING, YOU'RE LYING." It was awful. I woke up a full hour earlier than I needed to, debated with myself groggily for about two minutes, then picked up my phone and called Mom. As soon as she answered, I sighed in relief and promptly burst into tears. We then sat and cried at each other for about 20 minutes while I calmed down and Mom made sure I was okay.

I then got up and as I got myself ready for school, I thought, hey. I need something to keep myself occupied, and you know what would be fun for me? A picture diary! So here we go! A day in the life of me.

( Pictures. I shrank them a lot though, so they are not that big. )