Oh, this is not very good at all, but it's been a week since I mentioned snippets, so.

( 'let the right one in' au. pete is kind of creepy and has a knife. )

And now Milk and marzipan! Whoo.

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1. I think I've found the words for the shirt I'm gonna wear to my Matthew Good show next week: "It Starts Today (It Ends When I Say It Ends)." Nom nom nom artist brains.

2. I will not read the lyrics for "From Now On We Are Enemies." I WILL NOT. This is the last new FOB there will be for a very long time (ever, even), and I'm not fucking spoiling myself for it!!! Dammit.

3. kanata is awesome and now I have LTROI on my computron, and ugh. Pretty movie is pretty. I can't even get over the use of the snow and subtle audio and stark font on the opening credits to create a liminal space (never mind pointing out how I'm all about liminal spaces right now).

4. Relatedly, have a snippet.

( In which Patrick is fifteen, more or less. Pete is twenty. And...scene. )

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Ugh. Who knew! My writing has unexplored potential for stiffness. Sigh.

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Praise You
Patrick, Patrick/OC, Pete/Patrick, Patrick/is also pretty fucked up | 14A | 9005 words

Disclaimer: Lies, damn lies. From Dreamwidth this time.
Summary: "He's a psychopath!" Or, Patrick knows everything.
Notes: Uh. Sequel/prequel to "Lord Knows It Would Be The First Time," which is the one where Pete sleeps with girls who flirt at Patrick (now available with bonuf DVD commentary, in case you wanted to know more about the story's Enduring Themes, Patrick's wardrobe, and my insecurities as a writer).

( still the one where pete sleeps with girls who flirt at patrick. )

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Day whatever. Only a post with a few random snippets and then one big one left.

How Did It End Up Like This (Five Times You Should Just Call Pete "Mr. Brightside")
Pete, many-splendored pairings | NC17 | 6764 words

Disclaimer: Lies, damn lies, and too many bloody pairings.
Summary: Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all. Uh. See title.
So: Pete/Jeanae; Patrick/OC, Pete/OC; Pete/Ashlee; Pete/Patrick, Patrick/OC; Ashlee/Patrick, Pete/Ashlee/Patrick…QRSTUV, I don't know.
Note(s): For some reason I have a note that says this is heyginger's fault. I can't remember why, but I'm inclined to trust my past self on this one. We could also blame Brandon Flowers. Just don't blame me. Um, also. The second one is not Pete/Patrick. It will try to tell you that it is, but do not listen. Last one previously posted as a snippet.

( now i'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab. )

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Day four. More kink.

The Thing About A Service
Pete, Patrick/OC, Patrick/Pete | R | 7131 words

Disclaimer: Not real, sorry.
Summary: A touching story of love between a rock star and his roadie best friend.
Warning(s): Contains d/s dynamics, both negotiated and non-. Contains cutting, both self-injurious and non-. Contains Pete not being melodramatic about self-injury. Contains the author's relative lack of judging people for self-injuring. These things take up less than 1500 words of the story.
Notes: AKA leatherdaddy!Patrick. I'm finding myself re-amused by this idea, so.

( nobody notices it for the longest time. )

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WIP Amnesty Festival of Fun, day three. All this one needs is an awkward conversation and some porn at the end, so it might actually really get finished. Eventually. It took me two years to write the porn at the end of that Dean/Gordon story, so. eta: The porn which was actually kickstarted/half-written by estrellada, lest we forget, and if I was a good person, I'd give her a damn co credit already. Alas, I'm Sam Winchester. Anyway.

Originally started for sosodirty, the bandom kink challenge.


Leather Pants (And Other Disasters)
Andy, Andy/Patrick, et al. | 14A | 2112 words

Disclaimer: Ha. No.
Note(s): One day, a long time ago, either estrellada or I started thinking (sometimes having a psychic link makes attribution difficult) about how it would be awfully hilarious if Andy had a leather fetish. Later, there was an impromptu straw poll in my journal, and here we are. It should be noted that, of all the horrible/patently uncanon/probably offensive things I've written about Fall Out Boy, I actually feel bad about this one. Sorry, Andy! (And Patrick, probably, especially since he's a vegan this week.)

( leather jackets are not a problem. )

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Day two of the WIP Amnesty Festival of Fun! This was going to be a series of five vignettes about Shannon Stumph, told in second person Pete POV (no, no, it's awesome and I'm good at it). Title from the album booklet for Matthew Good Band's Beautiful Midnight.


Some Things (Are Better Said With the Lights Out)
Pete, Shannon, et al. | 14A | 777 words

Disclaimer: Whatever.
Notes: The soundtrack for the whole story is/would've been/might be: "Help I'm Alive" - Metric; "Everlong" - Foo Fighters (live acoustic version); "Superstar" - Tegan & Sara; "Twilight Omens" - Franz Ferdinand; "Through Being Cool" - Saves the Day.

( joe brings it up during a lull in practise. )

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One Today and Tomorrow Another
MTF!Pete, Pete/Ashlee | R | 7958 words

Disclaimer: El-oh-el. Not real.
Warning(s): Unfinished. Contains one transperson's take on being one kind of trans. Contains possibly problematic reactions from cisgender people. Contains a small amount of explicit transphobia and transphobic violence (from OCs).
Notes: The first third of this was previously posted as "I'm trapped in this body and can't get out." Title from "Who Am I?" by Dietrich Bonhoeffer, which has actually nothing at all to do with trans stuff.

( the one where pete's a woman trapped in pete wentz's life. )

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Let's save the debrief.

Flashfic! For the bordellinos 48-hour challenge. I was prompted by tangleofthorns:

"You burnt the house you built for us,
You left me in the cold,
Wearing all of your hand-me-down clothes."
- The Gentlemen Callers, "Hand-Me-Down Songs"

Uh. This is vaguely RPFish? Idk, Pete Wentz. 563 words. PG for stylistic quirks and overuse of adjectives.

( i'll give you a match if you need it. )

1. Nobody would die if I pretended "Pavlov(e)" made FAD and "She's My Winona" didn't, right?

2. A drabble-length bit of this Shannon story that's getting cut. It was in the first burst of stuff I wrote last week, and it just doesn't fit canon or the timeline of the story or anything. But it's good. So. I am a snippet-posting machine.

( you wouldn't know a good thing. )

Spammy today, sorry. I did something kind of bizarre and out of character this evening, and now I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep (because changing is hard and stressful and anxiety-inducing, yo). Especially since whatsisface is snoring, blah. But I have to go to sleep, because I have to get up at 3:15 for work.

Whatever.

( and so a snippet about almost sleeping, from the 'lord knows' sequel. )

It only took me ten years to figure out UST! \o/

Also, "fall, fall, fall" by mojokid. Amazing! "A post-series story in which Steve Sisco tries to kill Dan, basically." Sports Night, yay!

Guess who didn't finish the fic they said they were going to finish the other day? You only get one guess, so make it count.

( consolation prize. )

Anyway. I realized that I kind of screwed up in the disclaimer for "Can't Get Out," saying that Pete's probably never had gender dysphoria. I mean, I think that's true, but it has led to the assumption that the story is about gender dysphoria, when it's really more largely about body dysphoria, which I didn't mention in the disclaimer because Pete has totally admitted to having had body dysphoria. So.

That was totally unimportant. I was just jonesing for some pedancy, and lo, I had Post an Entry open in a tab. Whatever.

This (click the text link to "part one" first; also, his little backpack!) and these are making my day, incidentally. The Pete & Patrick Shew exists!

(Patrick apparently sounds fresh on "Tiffany Blues." I'm pretty excited for this album, not gonna lie.)

Unused material from "Stranger Things." Interview transcripts, Selma Avenue lyrics, mission statement, unfinished explication of Pete's disappearance.

Uh. There might be unironic Something Corporate quoteage. Possibly even more than once.

( you get to this point, you know, where you have to choose who you're going to be. )

Um? I can has FOB in Seattle, pls? And I can GO, because it is my day OFF, and the next day is also my day OFF, and I even know where it IS.

BOYS, BOYS, you keep me hanging for a whole fucking year, but then you do me right (with bonuf TAI, even). Oh crazy love. Who's with me?

(I'm just waiting for this to be completely, totally untrue, fyi. When I wake up on December 5 with a pounding headache and steering wheel imprints on my hands, I'll believe it.)

Anyway. Joe is getting married! I love this idea! We knew that already!

( have some outtakes from his most recent fictional wedding. )

*rolls eyes at self*

So yeah, Seattle!

Oh yes, we love the WIP meme. Most recently via linzeestyle:

When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

( the dim possibility of showing some restraint. pxaxp, baby-free. )

( doooooocument. )

( the drive au. )

( one today and tomorrow another. mtf!pete. )

( praise you. aka, the 'lord knows' se/prequel. )

( the thing about a service. aka, leatherdaddy!patrick. )

You wonder why I can't get anything finished? Look at all that shit. Fuck's sake.

I'm gonna go watch Property Virgins now. Laters.

My computer is being dead. On the wee laptop instead, argh. Have to take the big one in to someplace and get it looked at. All I want is my writing. 80% of my music is on my external hard drive, and the rest is all new stuff (mixtape, etc.) that I can easily track down. This is so fucking annoying.

Cheering: Patrick, it's amazing how you always turn out to be way more like my personal canon than fanon, every single time. No, really. (I love the undercurrent of True Friendship through the first half of the article--Joe and Andy, guys, awesome. And Pete is just. Oh, Pete.)

Sigh. Sigh.

( when patrick met amelia. saved to google docs, thank the gods of redundancy gods. )

I haven't posted actual fic in a long time. I feel bad about that.

This post is Not Safe For Work. "Document"-verse, post-disclosure. *thumbs up*

( tp/pbs doesn't stand for toilet paper/peanut butter & jam sandwiches. )

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I don't actually feel better now, but hopefully you do?

The problem of dead!punk!Pete, I solved it.

( neil gaiman's idea, i stole it. )

But the story is actually mostly about American punk in the late seventies. Um. I just had to get myself out of the "back from the dead!" corner, ha. And the answer to many, many things is American Gods.

(This way I can also talk about Orpheus and cults of personality and how American culture heroes don't get to be anything more than theoretically immortal and how some of the new gods fought on Wednesday's side. And. Oh fuck. Ridiculous, unnecessary crossover nonsense. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT PATRICK HAVING A SHITTY DIY HAIRCUT AND DROPPING OUT OF SCHOOL WHEN HE WAS FIFTEEN SO HE COULD RUN AWAY TO NEW YORK WITH HIS BAAAAAAND. Fuck's sake!)

'Kay, so. Pete. I just do love him a lot. The bit in the Out article about him being a lesbian caught my eye (though none of the ninety-seven other times he's been called one have interested me in the least). So. Here.

( i have no idea what i am talking about. )

IDK IDK IDK. *is completely nuts*


PS: Most awesome part? The woman who wrote Pete's article wrote a feature about the Cliks' frontman for the last issue: "Tattooed Love Boy." <<<<<<<3 Lucas Silveira.

I cannot get this out of my head. I have other things to work on! It needs to leave or at least take a number and wait in line with everybody else!

Very rough, very conversational. I wrote it in spurts during breaks in the bus-driving yesterday.

( patrick/george stroumboulopoulos. keyword: awkward. )

And then there's awkward dressing room sex of some kind. I can't believe I'm writing RPF about poor George. I'm sorry, Favourite VJ!

Now I have to go to work! Laters!