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a) I... am not a nice person. I have just spent 30 minutes amusing myself with the artist summaries for Bandom Big Bang, LOLing at how there's going to be some amazingly good fic and some amazingly bad bad!fic. When did I become such a snob?

b) I am not a fan of the weird epaulette things with a tie, but I will probably obtain a copy of the GQ in which photos from this shoot are published. Unf.

c) LUDO! I am ridic excited that Stamps & Tommy and the High Pilots (and Without a Face, for the TX shows) are on that tour!

d) D: Empires did not make the final round of the Rolling Stone cover contest. Neither did Fictionist, the other band I liked. Oh well, it still got them tons of exposure, right?

e) Killjoys on Friday. :D :D :D




In the meantime... prompt me? I need to kickstart creativity, else I'll wallow in work misery even when I'm not at work. So, yeah. Fandom, pairing, phrase or photo, and I'll write a sentence, a drabble, or something. American Idiot, GK, bandom, SPN, HP, CM or House. (Or Andrew/Jesse.)

J sent me this link about ink before I even had a chance to check my newsfeed.

It's interesting, as social commentary about the acceptance of body mods, and I have thoughts about it relative to my own ink (I still get comments from the ppl I work with, esp the older administrative staff and profs) but I have to skedaddle to get to work for my 9am meeting, so they'll have to wait.

In the meantime:

give me a prompt, a photo, a line of lyrics, some poetry, with fandom and pairing. I'll see if I can write a sentence, a drabble or a ficlet.

♥

I had the TV on while I exercised last night. I don't care what's on, generally; I can't actually watch something that's going to require attention to plot or dialogue. My iPod is usually cranked. I just like having something to look at. TBS was airing Twister.

One line of dialogue (well, it's one line, but it sets up the rivalry between the storm-chasing groups, so really it's an implicit assumption that colors the entire film) really irks me: the comment that Bill makes about Jonas getting a corporate sponsor, not being in tornado/weather research for love of science, but for money. ( In which I rant )


Now that I'm done ranting...

My fandom participation quotient is still low, but I did write a couple of drabbles for the we_pimpin drabble party post last week and this week.

Here, here, here, and here. Gen, gen(ish) with undertones, Brad/Nate, and Brad/Ray, respectively.

War Ray Coffee is the motherfucking answer. I'm going to go refill my mug.

She promped me with question, rain, key, and this is what she gets: a snippet from the werewolf 'verse:

Tom wakes to the patter of rain on the window. Sean is curled against his chest, his head tucked under Tom's chin, and Ryan is plastered to his back, one arm thrown across both their chests. They're sleeping soundly, so that can't be what woke him. He has a niggling feeling that something is wrong, though, and he can't shake it. He lies there, trying to relax back into slumber-they'd been up all night hunting, and he was exhausted when they fell into bed after dawn-but it's impossible.

Finally he edges out from under Sean, shushing his unconscious grumblings, and finds fresh clothes, letting himself out of the bedroom and apartment quietly. He's still a block from his old place, which he hasn't sublet yet, despite not sleeping there in months, when he spies Jon on the stoop. He's wet and miserable, his face drawn and tired, and Tom feels questions bubbling up in his throat immediately.

"Sorry. I forgot my spare key." Forgot his windbreaker, forgot that it was autumn in a city that had real seasons, forgot his *boys*. Tom mentally rearranges his questions.

"No problem, Jonny. I can get you another one. Let's get inside. I haven't had any coffee yet, and you look like you could use some."



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ETA: As I just told why_me_why_not, canon is screwing with my ability (small as it was to begin with) to write, especially happily-ever-after fic.

10 Nov 2008, the night that both the Sassyback Tour and Rock Band Live had nothing scheduled, and according to Gabe were in the same city...

What city were they in? I know they were in Florida - RBL had just finished a series of dates there, and their Louisiana date was canceled, so they had a couple of days to go to the beach and such, and Cobra were on their way from Houston to their gig in Tampa. So. Tampa? Orlando, Panic's last date? Elsewhere?


( Also, a drabble: Tabby said Bden/JWalk, Baltimore, tshirt when I requested pairing/city/item of clothing )

This weekend I:

+ baked cookies (mmm, ginger snaps)
+ cleaned
+ finished holiday shopping
+ worked
+ watched Enron: The Smartest Guys In The Room; none of the facts were news to me, but it still gave me indigestion to watch it
+ exchanged holiday gifts with MrIris, so he could actually use his - a GPS - he's so directionally challenged it's not even funny
+ listened to When The World Comes Down a ridiculous number of times (WHY IS EVERYONE SQUEEING OVER FOLIE A DEUX AND NOT THIS ALBUM? IT'S AMAAAAAAZING.)


I've been spectacularly unmotivated to finish any of the bajillion fics that are in-progress, but have a rec:

Autofocus, by why_me_why_not. A sequel to 8 x 10. Bandom, Tom/Cassie/Jon, adult, ~1700 words.



ETA: Except that I *did* write a drabble for why_me_why_not's prompt suggesting cookies, silver, cold, Brendon.

Untitled drabbles
Fred/George Weasley implied, although 2 of them can be read as gen
All fit into my 100quills universe, which means the bad thing in Deathly Hallows NEVER HAPPENED.

Based on prompts from lilyeyes, twindowlicker, and f13tch3r. I asked for three words, plus a number to correspond to the prompt grid. If the number they chose had already been used, I used the nearest unused 100quills prompt word.

( 150 words, lilyeyes, fog/autumn/soup )

( 100 words, twindowlicker, heartache/flirty/fool )

( 100 words, f13tch3r, tintinnabulation/uncanny/spork )

*face/palm*

I have no excuse. None. This was written during chat, for reasons that I cannot now recall. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

350 words of Warped Tour-inspired Drew Thomsen/Travis McCoy fic. That's right. We The Kings/Gym Class Heroes. I don't even know, guys.

Could there be a less likely pairing? Elaborate, please.


Bob is not amused. But as long as I'm not writing about his band, he'll let it slide.

I have no excuse. None.

Brendon/Butcher, ~700 words, for the Inappropriately Timed Orgasms Meme.

Would you guys want to read it if I were to expand on a Drew/Travie (We The Kings/Gym Class Heroes) drabble?

*slinks off to finish the girl!fic*

Sorry for spamming y'all. And sorry these are so late. I've got a few more to do yet, and some other fic to type and post.

Next drabble-type things for the Music is my boyfriend meme.

whispers_of_me's number corresponded to Intro, from The Hush Sound's Goodbye Blues. (m4a format)

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, spoilers for Elephant's Memory, 225 words.

( I'll keep you safely in my arms and close your ears to not hear harm )


randomepiphany's number corresponded to Foo Fighters' For All The Cows.

My Chemical Romance, vague Frank/Mikey and Frank/Gerard, 232 words.

( Everything worn in, like it's a friend )