So, yes. House was really difficult last night, and what I have to say about it isn't for you right now, if ever.

I know there are a lot of people in the world who are not in the least into shipping Pete and Ashlee IRL (on my very own flist, even! Gasp!), but I do. So very hard. It is really wonderful when people who are so obviously suited have an opportunity to be together. Just think: one pee fetishist and one kid with body image issues off the market!

I wish I had time to watch LOTMS before I pick up estrellada this afternoon. I's on the rag, and that thing always makes me feel better. Sigh.

(Incidentally, LOTMS is at least a magnitude more awesome than the Pansy Division documentary. Because the PD one is called Life in a Gay Rock Band, but it's just, like, the story of the band. It's not about being in a rock band at all, let alone a gay one. Whereas LOTMS has the backstory and the frontstory and--MCR. Granted, you can't blame PD for not having made their movie about MCR. Still.)

Re: BND show outfit. It's down to homemade Cobra Starship shirt, "FOB IS A GANG" shirt (which, idk, the grammar hurts my heart, but at least if I'm wearing it I don't have to look at it?), HCT shirt (except I should probably retire it before it gets any more pinholes), or Hemmy shirt. *hands*

And now I will spend the twenty minutes before I have to leave looking at leather jackets and signing up for genderbendbb. Because I'm a masochist and I love disappointing people! \o/

Cobras in two days!!! I made a shirt to wear, based on this new FOB shirt.

( text. )

(Are they doing "I Kissed A Boy"? Because I don't have it since my old computer died, and. And. That would be the only song I don't know. And. That would be awful. *cries a little*)

(True confession: Patrick is my Favourite, Pete/Patrick is my Pairing, Fall Out Boy are my Band, BUT. Gabe Saporta is the reason I can dance in public--outside in the street, even, when it is not a societally-sanctioned time and place for dancing. Like, at bus stops. If there are no other people around. Etc. Gabe Saporta is the reason I don't take this fandom for the srs bidnis I've taken all my previous fandoms. Gabe Saporta, guys. He set me free. With his voice. And a drum machine. Idk. This is a secret probably for reasons similar to why I never talk about MCR, even though I loooooove them. But yeah. Gabe Saporta! He can do that!)

Anyway. Back to that Fall Out Boy shirt; specifically, the comments on the truefobinglove entry. Wow. I'm speechless. People would actually pay money for that? Seriously? Do they think the Sharpie is made of gold or something? The idea is really fucking awesome, absolutely, but you could make this for--geez. FREE, if you've got a blank t-shirt laying around. Holy hell, consumerism.

Ridiculous. (Especially when people are complaining about paying $40 or $130 for the Extra Special Super Lubricated Deluxe Vibrating Editions of FAD. But you'll pay $20-$30 for a shirt I made in five minutes. REALLY? I am obviously in the wrong business. Yo Petey, beer me a design studio.)

Uh. Let's get unprincipled, sorry. Trans!Pete has suddenly turned into The Other Azurejay Fic Where Joe Gets Married. I don't know. I like it when Joe gets married. Also, Patrick is always a bridesmaid and never a bride.

So some band called Cobra Starship is playing at the Croatian on the twenty-third (it`s a Thursday, which is fine for me `cause I`m a slack-ass public servant who gets Fridays off, but anyway). Any locals (semi-locals, non-locals, wtfever) feel like going?

Yes, it`ll be all-ages, and yes, it is the Croatian. However, I have to point out that wilde_stallyn and I took one for the team and went to TAI (and Sherwood! And Armour For Sleep! And--and. Yeah, it was bad) there last fall (my thirteen-year-old cousin from the sticks attended, I am not fucking kidding). I think I am owed an adult concert experience in that venue (granted, this is not terribly likely with CS, but. I really want to see them live again).

It`s twenty dollars. Make your decision.

(Please forgive the bad-format apostrophes in this post; my partner switches his keyboard to German for things and then doesn`t switch it back and I don`t know how.)

Shows!

( the gabe saporta school for kids who can't stage-dive good. )

Anyway. I'm still not dead, and not working today. Well, not for money. I'm writing, though. Must finish Het Exchange fic and post it so I can read the one written for me. I am lame, lame, lame.

Randomly, have some Foo Fighters. Features "Cheer Up, Boys (Your Make-Up Is Running)," which does not appear to actually be about emo at all, but does sound like an emo song. Or, you know, Dave Grohl writing an emo song. My favourite is "Stranger Things Have Happened," because it's awesome and also because it's ONE TAKE, with a METRONOME for keeping time. GAH, GAH. (Also, that song is very important to my personal concept of PXP, fyi.)

In coming days, look for not just the het fic, but also a bit of meta on how fucking weird it is when complete strangers recognize my LJ name(s).

Enjoy! A bien tot!

I just got together my at-work WIP file and all my bandom pictures/icons/random shit I've collected in the last two years so I can e-mail it to myself at home. ~10000KB, zipped. I don't know, guys. Apparently I spend a lot of time at work writing and skimming picspams for cyoot fotos.

I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm AFK in a bus all day. Probably get one of these, or eBay an old school portable word processor or something (yes, yes, I know about the XO and the Asus one, etc., but their keyboards are TOO SMALL for my clumsy, tendonitis-riddled fingers. And also, paper+pen does not work, partly 'cause of the tendonitis, partly 'cause of the thinking way faster than I can manually write. I get FRUSTRATED; it's a problem with my brain. Anyway).

Adding to the joy, I just signed up to write and mix for bandombigbang (they used the word "oppobrium" in the info post, guys, seriously). The times, yo, they are fun.

Oh and I still have to finish my Het Exchange fic. \o/

Two weeks (and a few days, whatever) from now is COBRAS, possibly TWICE. And two weeks after that is WINTERSLEEP, eeee.

That is all!

It's a post of pimpery. Etc.

1. playfullips is doing a lazy person's friending meme: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave you met ______? You comment with your username and other people tell you people you should friend. Stuff. I didn't comment with my username, 'cause I'm actually very happy with my flist at the mo, even though sometimes you guys go "OMG PATRICK HOTTEST PICTURE EVER" for a day and a half and I don't understand what you're talking about. I mean, I like the locked-elbows-hands-in-pockets thing too (A LOT), and I do really swoon when he wears black t-shirts (I maybe poked at his belly on the screen a little. ONLY A LITTLE), but really guys. What? That is exceedingly hot? Because he has girl hair for once in his life (it's a little wavy!)? Are you kidding? Did you see this? It's very old, but still. Way hotter.

No, seriously. I am well-aware that his shoes are probably shiny purple and green plastic with sparkly red laces. I would still snuggle them. He gives very good topface, is all I'm saying (it makes some people want to punch him in the mouth! That's how good it is!).

Anyway, enough about my aesthetics. Um. Go play in the friending meme.

2. The Bandom Het Fic Exchange. Exactly what it says on the box. I was annoyed at myself for not requesting Pete/Ashlee ageplay (they are both seven! They play LEGO and Easy Bake Oven and watch cartoons!), but it's possible I should just write that shit myself. And never ever put it on the internets.

3. PANIC! I love your stupid incoherent conceptual faces. I pimp nothing with this bit. I'm just saying. I love them and their ridiculous brains.

4. Uh. This one isn't pimping anything either. But the venue for the Cobra show got changed to the Plaza Club from Dick's on Dicks and I'm kind of annoyed. Because I know Dick's and I like it and I know exactly where I want to be (in the gallery upstairs zomg: fewer people, better view, closer to two bars AND a bathroom), etc., and I know jack shit about the Plaza. Fortunately they apparently have decent theme nights (for a straight club on fucking Granville Street), so I'll probably go check it out for dancing one night before the show. Still. Wtf, Gabe.

5. There was something else I wanted to pimp, but I can't remember what it was. Oh right, playfullips's fic. "But The Point Is Probably Moot"--it's a very cute wee "Patrick likes Ashlee!" story. I likes it. Title from "Jesse's Girl" ftw!

The end! Going to work on "Document" now! Trans!fic? Several dollars per dozen. Making Patrick's girlfriend an actually important character? About a buck. Naming a queercore band after a women-only BDSM party? PRICELESS.

I'm finally going to answer that questions meme tonight, so if you have a question (or four, whatever) pour moi, ask it.

Today I love: the coward Pete Wentz, Panic!, PETE, and the idea of Pete and Ashlee making sure Patrick doesn't work too much by being total goofballs who require constant supervision (a flawed plan, to be certain). I don't think I've ever actually kind of shipped a three/moresome before (SG1 does not count; I didn't want them to all have sex together, okay). It's interesting.

Today I do not love: firewalls, people continuing to harp on the Significance of Best Buy in Pete's Life (no, seriously, perhaps what he did to himself is more important than where? Maybe?), bureaucracy (I love filling out forms. I do not love the system which receives them), and my fucking nose stud (yay time for another trip to the piercer. FUCK THAT).

eta: I also do not love my cell phone, for it seems to have given up the ghost. DAMN YOU, NOKIA. Except for the "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" video.

Anyway. I have to go be all community-minded and shit (and buy Wintersleep tickets. WINTERSLEEP. OH and Cobras, oops totally forgot about that one). Laters.

Mah Tilleh, she so funny.

azurejay: I think Patrick has to tell Pete The Tragic Tale Of His First Dick (A Story Of Lime Jello And Pantyhose).
estrellada: "And then it burst."

"No."

"Yes."

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Anyway. The actual way Pete didn't find out Patrick is trans. Rejected for dead-ending, excessive angst/anger, and bad dialogue. Please note: I don't know what driver's licenses look like in Illinois (I am a bad writer).

( undocu--oh. um. off the record? )

One day the incessant posting of snippets will end (and Gabe will throw the party. And Pete will wear an overcoat). I think I'm about halfway done now. Really, it's only thirty-five pages and 13K. Barely a drabble! Kill me now.


PS: Have not yet purchased my Cobra tickets. It's going to have to wait until Saturday. OH WELL I don't think they'll sell out.

I don't have much of the embarrassment squick--like, I don't care if Real People read Fic about themselves (or the characters they portray/write, etc.), or talk about it of their own volition, or if the fourth wall gets broken in fic, but lord it makes me uncomfortable when fans force the Real People to respond to fic, fandom, blahblahblah.

I mean, obviously this is pretty awesome because Alex and Vicky T seem largely unconcerned (beyond Alex always being the bitch; poor boy!), but wow. A lot of the time, there is more obvious discomfort (Patrick, omg poor Patrick) or even outright hostility (hai Ryan), and that is less than awesome? Yeah. Whatever.

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Hi new people! Welcome! You can hit my intro tag on this post for more info about me, since my userinfo is not so, um. Informative. I'm kind of reticent unless spoken to first, but I'm sure we'll get on fine.

aim: the coin tossed
gchat/googletalk: stop.killer.acronyms

My e-mail is my Gchat/Googletalk ID at Gmail. Feel free to drop me a line whenever. The end!

Bandom friending meme. I just realised that I perpetuated the oppression of non-weemo bands in my profile, and now I feel really bad because omg I know and love people who slash the Rolling Stones and the Beatles and the Police (AND I RPed shitty Mary Sue New Kids On The Block stuff with my sisters when I was eight, okay). Stupid meta.

So anyway, it is possible I'm also going to the 2/9 Cobra show in Seattle, whoo!

I still have no Cobra icons. I'm just going to keep mentioning it until I remember to make/find some. Right.

( tilleh and i come to conclusions about pete and his fanbase. )

Patrick is unimpressed by our conclusions.

I don't really mean to update every single day. It just kind of happens.

Anyway. Thnksgvng fr th mmrs (even though real Thanksgiving was a month ago and I didn't even get any turkey because my parents were too tired to do dinner after their anniversary party. WHATEVER GIVE ME MY TRYPTOPHAN AND CRANBERRIES).

FOBR blog:

"happy thanksgiving to those of you that are addicted to turkey- whatever to the rest of us who never would have sent blankets with smallpox in them around as gifts."

OH PETE.

(The ever-so-awesome estrellada is going to watch the "sex tape" for me. And unlike you dirty freaks, she won't wank. Because she is an upstanding and moral citizen. RIGHT?)

eta: Gabe on the future of CDs (bleak). Could use a quick third-party edit, but nonetheless a pretty decent piece. High fives, padre.

PS: What I don't understand about the IOH special release is--why did they leave the stupid robot voice on "It's Hard To Say 'I Do'"? WHY? Also! Pete singing on the live "Thriller"! HOW SO ADHORRIBLE!

Cobras are coming to Dick's on Dicks on February 10, zomg. The good news is that I think they'll be awesome in that venue (it has four bars! And an upstairs gallery for crowd-phobes like me! And will not be filled with fourteen-year-olds because it's not all-ages YAY!). The bad news is that I think I have to be at training for my new job at 7:30AM the next morning. The omgwe'reallinacult news is that I DON'T REALLY CARE and will go anyway.

So, yeah. I just have to remember to buy a ticket when they go on sale.

(In other concert news: I am so not going to Foo Fighters at the Coliseum. Not for fifty dollars, sry Dave ilu.)

Now I need to go write some tranny porn and find a new car. And work, right.

(WHY DON'T I HAVE ANY COBRA ICONS? Wtf.)

I'm kind of cracked out this week. I am in that weird liminal place of almost-probably having a new job while not yet quitting the old one (and this state will remain constant for at least two months, blah). The new job will have lots of money involved, so I'm also like fantasising about all kinds of awesome things (new car, new clothes, new toys, new computer, vacation. And, um. Paying off student loans. RIGHT). And fall always makes me want to be at school for some reason (possibly having to do with K-12 schedules being more fitting for the shorter days, possibly having to do with a general desire to go back to school).

Anyway, the fruits of my state include:

( the voluntary association mix, draft one. no dls because i hate you. )

I realised that if I'm really going to write about people making coffee professionally, I probably should not rely on my second-hand experience of watching people make coffee professionally (though I do watch very closely and have a good memory for trivia like what coffee-making things are called. I think). I mean, thus far I've only got one scene where Pete is flirting obnoxiously at Patrick while Patrick is making him a latte, and I think that might be the only intensive coffee-making that happens, but still. I want to call things by the right names and get the processes right.

So, anybody want to be my barista beta? I might just need to get a step-by-step breakdown of how to make a few drinks, and the anatomy of an espresso machine (or whatever the big box the coffee/steamed milk comes out of is called).

ANYWAY.

I also realised that I need to actually pack for a few days before I can write about somebody doing it, haha. Binding dysphoria? I can write that. Junk dysphoria? Not so much. I only really experience it when I use sex-specified washrooms. Does that make me a fake tranny?

I watched a movie on Saturday where one (male) character wore a t-shirt reading "no one knows I'm a lesbian" and I thought to myself: "dude, you need a shirt that says 'no one knows I'm a guy'."

BANDOM, since that's what you're here for:

+I love the "Guilty Pleasure" video. I do wonder, however, what they actually did with the actual money Pete must have actually given them to make an actual video. Gabe, you got some splainin' to do.
+The YWT cover re-kindled my desire to write metafic about how Sam's Town and IOH are totes call-response albums about Pete and Brandon's Eternally Fucked Up Love.
+It also made me want a five ways the song covered applies to Pete's life fic. Just saying!

(I am trying so hard not to spoil people for YWT, even though I'm not going to see the show myself, goddammit. If nobody cares, I will stop trying.)

Over and out.

1. I should not be contemplating buying a track from the TMNT soundtrack just because it's GCH+Patrick. And yet. Shrug.

2. I wish I jogged, or did aerobics or something (spinning? IDK from physical activity, man), because VLC is kind of--might as well use the energy, right? eta: Patrick and Vicky T sound really good together, btw. One more random observation, whoo (did I ever tell you I secretly want to be a music writer? Shocking, I know).

3. This Saturday night I am going to Parade of the Lost Souls on (wait for it) the Drive. It's a really fun thing that I quite enjoyed last year (despite it being rainy and cold and me being stuck in a wee shrine all night--whatever!). This year I will have fun too, and also do lots of research for the Drive AU (right; Andy is a fire spinner, and he asks Pete to join his act 'cause Pete knows how--he can do a wide range of "dangerous" and/or "edgy" things, though none of them terribly well. However! He is good at drawing a crowd. Andy will not teach Pete to breathe fire. The end). I will be dressing as an extra from "Helena," haha.

4. Which brings my total Halloween costumes this year to four: dressy fairy (no, yeah, I wore a dress and sparkles), casual fairy (I lost my wand and ripped my beautiful wings at Playland, bah), (gay) cowboy (tomorrow night), and the above item.

5. Oh! I totally forgot to go watch the YWT cover! *hies meself to youtube*

I'm on my fourth way through, and I've kind of decided I can never listen to ¡Viva La Cobra! in public. No, the spontaneous dancing, okay, it's embarrassing. And potentially dangerous.

When I can control the spontaneous dancing, however, it is very excellent music to code by. My fingers, they is flying.

(I don't want to know who makes the noises--shut up, you know what I'm talking about--on "Smile for the Paparazzi." It would be a bad thing, because then I'd know who to blame for the keyboard mashes that keep showing up in my CSS, and yeah. Other things. I don't need to find any member of CS attractive [besides Vicky T, fine], and if it's Patrick, I would die. That's the end of it.)

ANYWAY. Hooray the Cobra. Fangs up. Et cetera.

(Do I have a CS icon? NO. What is this happy horseshit, self?)