killjoys make some noise

arithilim @ 2012-11-02T14:59:00

2012-11-02T18:59:58Z

Wow, it's been awhile!

This is basically just a notice to say hello, and I've missed LJ, and that I'm going to be cleaning up my journal & f-list in the near future. It's the start of a new era, I think, and I wanted to say thank you, to all the friends and awesome people I've met and interacted with on LJ in the past.

As these things have a tendency to do, my fannish interests have changed so much over time. Thank you for all the awesomeness, and if we've grown apart, I hope that you're doing well, and are happy wherever you are. Right now I seem to be mostly into hockey rpf, hawaii five-0, teen wolf, and the avengers, so if that isn't your cup of tea, please feel free to defriend with no hard feelings.

I seem to spend most of my time bumming around tumblr these days, so if you're into any of the above, or if you just want to keep in touch, you can find me there as asleepunderpurpleskies.

♥

and breathe in

2012-01-04T17:57:02Z

and breathe in
bandom // brendon/spencer. 1345 words. pg.
for merihn, on her birthday. also for hc_bingo - unconsciousness
featuring: spencer leaping over a drum kit! fluff! CUDDLES!
happy birthday, my darling Alex! [beta by merelyn whose face is the best face]

It came out of nowhere.

One minute Brendon was stalking around the stage to the first verse of Nearly Witches, voice playful as he slid between the alternatively sweet melodic lines, and the harsh edge of the lower parts. Spencer rolled his eyes fondly as the crowd screamed for Brendon, and looked down to land a hit.

When he looked back up, Brendon had frozen, eerily still, and almost in slow motion Spencer watched him sway and start to crumple.

He didn’t even remember standing up from his kit.

***

One hour and forty-three minutes. Spencer glanced at his watch. Brendon had disappeared through those doors almost forty five minutes ago, surrounded by nurses and doctors.

He shifted uncomfortably in the hard chair, restless and worried. Spencer hated hospital waiting rooms with a passion. Not as much a Ryan, maybe, but enough all the same. Just like the white walls, the sick feeling of complete helplessness, never went away, no matter the time or place. He’d never be able to doze off, like Dallon had in the chair next to him.

His hands were starting to cramp from the death grip he had on his knees. There would probably be bruises, but it didn’t seem very important right now, not with Brendon in there, condition unknown. The ankle incident had been bad enough, but this was worse. At least then they’d known what they were dealing with. At least that time, Brendon hadn’t just collapsed.

Someone settled in the chair on his other side, and he looked up to find Ian shoving a paper coffee cup at him. He took it on autopilot after a moment. “Thanks,” he said, belatedly.

“Any news?” Ian asked, sipping at a cup of his own.

Spencer shook his head, staring blankly at the cup. He and Zack had both taken turns interrogating the receptionist stationed in the corner of the room, but apparently hospital workers must face more terrifying opponents than a 300 pound body guard, because every time they’d been coolly dismissed. He glared in her direction.

“Zack went to find us food. He says to call him if anything happens,” Ian told him. Spencer nodded blankly.

He could feel Ian eying him. “How you holding up?” Ian said, quieter.

Spencer shrugged. “Fine.” His voice came out hoarse.

He should have known something was wrong. That morning, when Brendon passed up the last brown sugar poptart. Later when he said he had a headache. And that second trip to the bathroom The signs were there, Spencer just hadn’t been paying attention. He wasn’t an amateur at the care and keeping of Brendon, this shouldn’t have happened. Brendon was so stupid, always pushing himself to his limits, and then past them, without letting anyone know. He needed someone to tell him when to stop.

Maybe they should cancel the tour. Pete would back them up, definitely. Brendon wouldn’t be happy, but sometimes he was terrible at knowing what was best for him. Some time off and he would be fine.

His mind was racing, considering what all would need to be done to take of it if it was necessary.

Ian sighed, and bumped his shoulder. “He’s gonna be okay, dude. Probably just an accident. You know how long emergency rooms can take.”

“Did you see it?” Spencer asked, needing to know. His memory was curiously blank of details.

“Not really,” Ian shook his head. “I looked over when the sound cut off, and I saw you - it was crazy. I think you actually leapt over your kit.”

Spencer blinked at him. He didn’t really remember, just the sick desperate feeling in his throat as he watched Brendon sway, Brendon’s head in his lap as they waited for the paramedics.

Ian laughed, eyes wide, with shock maybe. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone move so fast,” he said, awed.

Spencer’s fist clenched and unclenched in his lap. He didn’t think he’d ever been so scared. His eyes kept flicking to the double doors Brendon had disappeared through.

Ian nudged him. “Drink your coffee, dude. Glaring at the door isn’t going to make them come out any faster,” he said kindly.

Spencer blinked and looked at the, right, untouched coffee cup in his hand. “Isn’t it my job to be the reasonable one?” he asked wryly, but he took a sip.

Ian snorted. “Your - Brendon’s in the ER. I think I can manage it just this once.”

Spencer swallowed, and dipped his head. “Thanks,” he said quietly, meaning it.

As if on cue, the doors opened and a white-coated doctor walked out. Spencer tensed.

The man frowned at his clipboard. “Mr. Smith?” he called out.

Spencer jerked to his feet and walked over. “That’s me,” he said sharply. “How’s Brendon?”

“You’re his emergency contact?” the doctor asked, ignoring his question.

“Yes,” he answered shortly, hackles going up.

“I’m Dr. Pierce. Mr. Urie seems to be suffering from anemia. His iron levels are significantly lower than they should be, and combined with overexertion and stress, we believe led to his collapse.”

“Is he okay?” Spencer cut in. He didn’t really care if he was being rude, he just wanted a straight answer from someone.

Pierce looked at him disapprovingly, but Spencer just stared right back. Finally, he conceded, “Mr. Urie’s stable and awake. He’ll be fine.”

The relief was so palpable, Spencer nearly stumbled.

“He has minimal head trauma from his fall, but we’ll keep him overnight for observation,” Pierce warned. “He’ll need to be careful for awhile so this doesn’t happen again.”

Ian popped up at Spencer’s elbow. “How’s Brendon?” he asked, looking back and forth from the doctor to Spencer.

“He’s okay,” Spencer told him, watching the tension in Ian’s shoulders drop.

“I want to see him,” he told Pierce.

“Mr. Urie needs rest,” he hesitated. “Fine, but only you, and just for a few minutes.”

“I’ll call Zack and Pete,” Ian offered, already pulling out his phone. “You go ahead.”

Spencer nodded his thanks and stared expectantly at the doctor. “Well?”

***

Brendon looked so small in the hospital bed, washed out and disappearing against the white sheets, except for his shock of dark hair.

He grinned though, when he looked up and saw Spencer standing in the doorway. “Hey,” he said.

Something loosened in Spencer at the sight of the familiar smile, and he found his feet carrying him to the bed.

“You know,” he said, “when Pete said dramatic stage shows were in, I don’t think this is quite what he meant.”

Brendon pouted at him. “My artistic vision is unappreciated.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “How about next time, your artistic vision doesn’t include a trip to the local ER?” He meant it to be sarcastic, but he couldn’t help it when some of the worry of the past hours of waiting crept in.

“You are so stupid,” he said tiredly.

“’M sorry,” Brendon offered, looking properly contrite. "I just thought I was feeling a bit off.”

“You’re not allowed to scare me like that again.”

Brendon just looked at him and held his arms out wordlessly.

Spencer went.

The bed wasn’t really big enough, not built for two people, but luckily neither of them was very large and Spencer was able to fold himself carefully around Brendon.

“Stay?” Brendon asked, big eyes wide and pitiful.

“Until they drag me out,” Spencer promised. He carded his fingers through thick hair, and for the first time in hours, felt like he could finally breathe.

***

The next night, Brendon pulled Spencer into his bunk after him.

“Ian says you leapt over your kit to save me,” he reported to the hollow of Spencer’s throat.

Spencer started to flush. “You collapsed,” he answered helplessly.

He felt Brendon press a grin into his skin. “My hero,” he said in a breathy falsetto.

“Shut up, dork,” Spencer grumbled, tugging Brendon’s leg up over his.

“You love me,” Brendon said smugly.

Spencer sighed, and tilted Brendon’s face up for a kiss. “Yeah, I kind of do.”

FIN.

let's go, don't wait (this night's almost over)

2012-01-04T03:04:53Z

(Blink 182 came on at the restaurant where I was having dinner with my mom earlier. Of course I had to sing along!)

I'm working on getting my laptop all better after it fell off my bed and fucked up the hard drive. Head crashes are not fun, let me tell you. Basically running what I had in August, thanks to a complete backup, but I still haven't recovered anything since then :(

Also working furiously on my fic for bandomreversebb. Going is slow, but what can you do. I just want to do the mix justice! *bites nails*

Also:

What's new with you?

i am become death

2011-10-02T23:43:03Z

a mix for mixedvolume's Challenge 5 which was to make a mix based off a fic or fic idea. I used mysecretashes's Echoes of Yesterday, which is now a 'verse!!! This is more based off the original. Not maybe your most typical band selection for a mix, but I wanted to try to get more of that gritty feel that's so amazing about the fic.

1. Sleep

A drink for the horror that I'm in

for the good guys and the bad guys

for the monsters that I've been

{My Chemical Romance}

5. Swan Song

Foolish, how was I so careless

Pawning off my treasure, the envy of an heiress

Now my dollars are crumbled in my pocket

How can I reclaim it?

{A Fine Frenzy}

2. Paperthin Hymn

These roads never seemed so long

Since your paper heart stopped beating

leaving me suddenly alone

Will daybreak ever come?

{Anberlin}

6. Okay, I believe you, but my tommy gun doesn't

We're concentrating on falling apart

We were contenders, now throwing the fight

I just wanna believe

{Brand New}

3. Hello Again

Just Say "when" you could stop the pain

Just Say "when", and you could make amends

Just say hello, say Hello Again

{Lostprophets}

7. Burn Burn

Burn burn the truth the lies the news

Burn burn the life that you cant choose

Burn burn the hate that gets you through

Burn burn for us, for them, for you

{Lostpropets}

4. Voodooized

I'm no burden, I'm yours to use

But if you call, I'll come to you

{Empires}

8. Change the World (Lost in Translation)

We could re-write history, if only you and me

We are the lost ones, we are the lost ones

We could change the world, if only you and me

{Anberlin}

9. Swim

I swim for brighter days

Despite the absence of sun

Choking on salt water

I'm not giving in

I swim

{Jack's Mannequin}

Just in case you missed this

2011-09-16T23:03:32Z

Recruiting non-artists/writers, as well as artists (graphic and traditional) and writers.
Signups for The Merlin Tournament of Champions close tomorrow, September 17th at 11:59 pm EDT.

Non-art/writing Challenges | Art/Writing Challenge | Detailed Information Post | Schedule

Still a day left of signups!

if life ain't just a joke, then why am I laughing

2011-09-04T04:08:16Z

1. Reply to this post with “MORTICIA”, and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

From my darling neon_footprint:

There is a frog umbrella. What more of an explanation do you want from me?
The image I found on weheartit, I think, when I was going through my brief stock phase. I still like the soft coloring, though I admit, I owe a lot of the asthetics to the original photographer. But yeah. This? FROG. UMBRELLA.

This icon was one of those happy accidents! I LOVE Katie McGrath (lol what else is new), and I especially love the modeling she's done! I was experimenting with cropping and layering textures under and over the subject for a more seamless look than slapping a cut out on a new background. And this looked awesome so I rolled with it! The pose is what makes this though.

Oh god. This...was made during my Great Panic Obsession of 2010 (I think?). Camisado was one of those instant favorite songs, maybe because I related to the broken hom lyrics a little too much. This is part of the line "It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional/it sure as hell ain't normal/but we deal, we deal" that has always struck such a cord with me. It's one of those lyrics that makes me feel, whether I want to or not. I was iconing with the song on repeat, and this happened. Colin looks so amazingly emo here which was perfect. I do look back at the text use and cringe. Hopefully I've improved!

This is another Katie M icon! I see through you, Ruth! Though I suppose you can't really tell. It's so atmospheric though...makes me think of lazy days in Paris flats, smoking on the balcony. It feels like a story. The coloring was an experiment with exclusion layers, so give it that blue tinge, I think.

If you don't recognize the cap, you need to go watch The Overture, a short film thingy by Panic! Not only is there terrible acting and boys being adorable, there's also this gorgeous scene in the 'ballerina's room' where Brendon dances with this girl. It's stunning. See icon. I knew I wanted to make something with it, but it's difficult to work with. The caps are very dull and low contrast + low light, and the available video isn't exactly high quality. It was tough! But I'm really proud of the cropping here, how you can just see Brendon's mouth, and how much emotion is conveyed just in his grip. It's just such a gorgeous sequence, I wish I was able to do it more justice!

So, these dudes had some birthdays the past few days.

Quality tweeting ensued including this:

(Just in case you didn't know, Ryan/Spencer BFFness is pretty much my favorite thing in the world. I just want them to have combined birthday parties at laser tag forever okay?)
If someone wanted to make a RYAN AND SPENCER BEST FRIENDS FOREVER spam in honor of their birthdays I wouldn't complain. JSYK.

I watched Sherlock! Finally! It was love. I made some icons and stuff, it was great. Will get around to posting them hopefully soon. Want to round it out with a few more Merlin ones before.

Speaking of....Isn't it about time for some new Merlin shenanigans? GETTING IMPATIENT. Nearly finished another ficlet for that comment meme thing I did. Slowest writer ever /O\

Help Wanted

2011-07-21T05:20:09Z

So, my friend nyxelestia is looking to start a new resource comm and is looking for some help either with the running of the comm or with indexing posts on delicious.

It's a really cool idea:

So, there are lot of research comms/sites out there, but what I want to start is a resource comm - a place to pool and find resources on a topic you're writing about. An user can post saying they're writing about a war, event, time, place, ect., and people will offer recs and resources to help them out.

The goal is to have both an LJ comm and a Delicious account tagging posts and individual resources. I'm currently trying to work out/set-up a tagging system for both (on LJ, archive links will only be to tags and posts, while on Delicious I'm hoping to eventually tag individual resources/links).

If you're interested in helping out (or just want to talk about the idea!) her post is here. Definitely check it out for more details. It's one of those things I think we all have wished for at some point :p

arithilim @ 2011-07-20T19:29:00

2011-07-20T23:29:01Z

Stolen from thisissirius . Hitting a wall in everything I'm working on, so hoping this might kickstart some goingson.

pick one of my icons and i will write comment!fic based on the description

give me a fandom, character/pairing/moresome, and a prompt. i will write you something in return.

you know what sucks?

2011-06-25T01:31:43Z

when you go to get a prescription filled that you've been taking for months, and every time the pharmacist wants to warn you about how OMG YOU COULD DIE!!1! if you're an idiot and don't take it regularly.

Like, thank you, I know. My psychiatrist has informed me. Every time he sees me. And especially before I started it.

Also, just because I didn't get my prescription filled at your pharmacy last time doesn't mean I'm lying when I say I have been taking it, thanks. Way to make me feel like I'm being interrogated. I know the dosage is increasing, I can actually read, and yes, I'm going out of the country while increasing, but I've been on the meds at this dose before, and it's fucking Canada, not Nepal. I think I can cope, and if I can't, my psychiatrist, who actually, like, works with me, can. This isn't being prescribed by a family doctor. He's clearly a freaking specialist.

the end.

alternatively, my body hates me and all this goes on while I feel like puking and my head's exploding. I welcome death.

arithilim @ 2011-06-03T01:35:00

2011-06-03T05:35:34Z

SO. I am headed out of the country for a week, leaving sometime in the wee hours between Friday and Saturday. I'll be in the literal middle of nowhere, Canada, with no internet, or even cell service, so if you're looking to get ahold of me, I'm not going to see anything until Saturday at the earliest.

MORE IMPORTANTLY.

If anyone would like a postcard from the wilds of Northern Ontario, I'd be more than happy to send you one. Just let me know and pm/email me your address :) We all know how much I love sending mail, so :p

Love you all ♥

lol when I write fic based on rl

2011-06-02T02:10:10Z

there are no raindrops on roses (but there's lots on your eyelashes)
bandom // brendon/spencer. 667 words. teen. for schmoop_bingo - caught in the rain
it's brendon's fault they get caught in a deluge in the middle of a forest. spencer is not pleased.

"I told you a storm was coming in," Spencer said, exasperated, as the first drops began to fall. "But no, you had to go hiking, right now."

Brendon glanced up at the sky and shrugged. "So we get a little wet. It's warm, we'll survive." He looked over a Spencer with a smirk. "You're just afraid you'll melt, aren't you?" he teased. "I always knew you were a witch in disguise." He bumped hips with Spencer.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he grumbled, but felt his lips twitching all the same. He knew Brendon saw it too – he happened to be quite fluent in Spencer.

"It's okay, Spence, you don't have to pretend anymore. Just be your true self!" Brendon exclaimed.

Spencer huffed and pushed at his shoulder, but couldn't help grinning. "You wanted to experience nature, Urie, so shut up and experience it, before it really starts raining."

"I bet it won't even rain that hard," Brendon predicted, squinting at the clouds.

Ten minutes later they were stuck in a deluge.

"Yeah, it's not raining hard at all," Spencer yelled to be heard above the storm. "Good job, you really called it."

"How was I supposed to know?" Brendon pouted.

Spencer didn't even bother to answer, instead pulling his raincoat tighter around himself and scanning the trail for the biggest tree he could find. The rain was pounding down hard, so much that leaves offered little protection. He spotted a big oak, and quickly ran to huddle against the trunk, shivering in his soaked-through shirt. It didn't block the rain, but at least it lightened it a bit.

Brendon dashed up a moment later to join him. His red glasses were fogged up and his hair was plastered to his head, shirt soaked where his Gore-Tex pullover opened at the neck, but he still flashed Spencer a bright grin.

"Exciting, isn't it?" he exclaimed. "This is freaking awesome!"

Spencer stared at him and shook his head. "You're insane. Truly, certifiably insane."

"And yet you love me anyway!" Brendon crowed triumphantly.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Don't think I'm not asking myself why," he grumbled.

Brendon beamed a wide white grin even as rain streamed down his face, and Spencer's breath caught. Now that just wasn't fair. Not with the droplets clinging to his thick lashes and making his eyes look all wide and whatever.

"It's my boyish charm," Brendon informed him. "And my ass."

"It must be the ass," Spencer agreed.

"It does bring all the boys to the yard," Brendon nodded, twisting around to look at the body part in question. The movement bared the dripping column of his neck, pale skin stark against the red jacket.

Spencer swallowed hard and shook soggy hair out of his eyes. "Are you seriously checking out your own ass, dude? That's just lame."

Brendon's head swung back around as he contorted his face into a pout. "I can't help it that my ass is magical."

Spencer rolled his eyes painfully hard. "Not this again," he groaned, clapping a hand over his eyes.

He didn't have to be looking to see the devious smirk Brendon was surely wearing. "But Spencer! My ass is my superpower! It stuns boys with it's awesomeness so I can have my wicked way with them!"

If Spencer rolled his eyes with anymore force, he was going to pull something. So he kissed Brendon quickly, purely in the effort of self-preservation.

It was meant to be quick, just to shut him up, but Brendon's mouth was on his, cool-wet from the rain, still as sweet as ever, and Spencer couldn't help leaning in to it, bringing a hand up to cup the back of Brendon's head to keep him there. Brendon sighed into the kiss, melting against Spencer's front, warm and damp.

They broke apart, but Spencer held on, tucking Brendon close just for a moment.

Brendon laughed short and sudden, the droplets clinging to his dark eyelashes glinting. "Hey, Spencer. It stopped raining."
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get me out of my mind

2011-05-21T04:08:55Z

7 hours til paperlegends artist claims!!

Who's ready to party??

AHHHHHH

2011-05-17T02:24:46Z

I WANT TO WATCH THE SEASON FINALE OF H50 SO BAD. BUT I HAVE TO WAIT. PROBABLY UNTIL TOMORROW. WHY IS MY TV BROKE SO I CANNOT WATCH IT LIVE? WHY DO I NOT HAVE A TV TUNER FOR MY LAPTOP?
WHY WHY WHY???

Posted on my shiny Dreamwidth here

comments there.

well then

2011-04-29T11:33:17Z

Just found 1500 words of Merlin/Arthur band camp+hs!au lurking on my hard drive. And hey, it's actually not too bad.

I must finish this shenanigans, I think.

So Panic!'s new album they put up on facebook

2011-03-15T16:00:57Z

Vices & Virtues, dudes. I don't even know. I'm just so freaking happy with it. It's just...damn. It makes me fall in love with them all over again.

I know that some people are probably not going to like it - it's definitely more poppy - but ugh, I just. I love it.

Even though some of it makes me cry and wince and go 'ow'. Seriously. There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. MY CREYS.

This has been a pointless post. Have a cookie.

those watermelon smiles...

2011-03-02T08:06:14Z

So! I signed up for paperlegends as an artist and a cheerleader. And I learned you can sort out author/artist pairs yourself. The more you know, eh? Not that I'm brave enough to ask people, lol.

But anyways. I decided I need a schedule for things to do.

March:

11th-14th - paperlegends cheerleader matching
14th - ficfinishing round starts (fic for dk323)
30th - spy_fest fics due, modly duties commence
31st - ficfinishing round ends

April:

29th - bandombigbang Wave One draft due (steampunk cowrite)
30th - bandombigbang artists and mixers Wave One claims

May:

1st-2nd - paperlegends artist matching
13th - bandombigbang artist check in
20th - bandombigbang mixer check in
27th - bandombigbangWave One final drafts, art, mixes due

June:

6th - bandombigbang Wave One posting starts
17th - paperlegends artist check in

July:

22nd - bandombigbang Wave Two draft due (OT3 fic?)
23rd - bandombigbang artists and mixers Wave Two claims
24th - paperlegends art due

August:

1st - paperlegends posting starts
3rd - bandombigbang artist check in
5th - bandombigbang mixer check in
12th - bandombigbangWave Two final drafts, art, mixes due
19th - bandombigbang Wave Two posting starts

Not 'scheduled':

*Beta hospital!au and bbb fic for arctic_grey
*finish bb!Bill fic
*write dometic feeding fic for Alex
*finish arts for ems
*get letters out to penpals

So I should be busy! I AM SO EXCITED FOR ALL THIS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

rl news: I has job! Retail, not too many hours, but I think it'll be good :) And can it be spring yet? I'm sick of snow!!

mah arts

2011-02-19T22:36:26Z

Some stuff I drew (yes, drew!) and posted to tumblr over the last few weeks.

Panic boypile:

Steampunk!Ryan

Steampunk!Jon

oh look meme time

2011-02-16T17:22:15Z

Yeah so stealing these from xaritomene

The Works In Progress meme. Open your WIP file and post the names of all your documents, regardless of of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Feel free to ask about anything and I'll tell you the premise or paste you a tidbit for any of these. HAH.

Selected titles from my gdocs:

STEAMPUNK THINGY (bandom)
Ryan and Mikey become friends~ (bandom)
lalala (merlin)
THINGY (bandom)
Bouncerfic (bandom)
That time Merlin was a hippie (merlin)
Band camp! at the Disco (bandom)
Adventure of Boarding School (bandom)
srsbsns (bandom)
om nom on your nom nom? (bandom)

Selected titles from my laptop:

THE UNIVERSAL EQUATION OF TRUTH (hp)
ROOMATES_gsf (bandom)
bb!Bill (bandom)
On Heroes (alex rider)
failboat!Ryan (bandom)
Pirates! (merlin)
pineappletiemes (bandom)
there's a light on in chicago (and I know I should be home) (bandom)
The Panties Incident (hp)
gangster shenanigans (merlin)
Grapes (alex rider)
The Storage Room Incident (bandom)
Kisses for Merihn (bandom)
Hot sweaty lawn mowin (bandom)
Cause bio emergencies happen! (bandom)

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line (or first and second line if it's completely impossible) from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing. (instrumentals skipped, obvs.)
Step 3: Strike out the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
Step 5: If you like the game post your own!

~~1) This city, so pretty under moonlit skies~~
~~2) Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time~~
3) We are building a religion, we are building it bigger
~~4) Every word's a new regret if you say it right~~
~~5) Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say~~
6) I know its not your fault, but I’m a locked door
~~7) Just talk yourself up and tear yourself down~~
~~8) "I'm here for you" she said And we can stay for a while~~
9) Early in the morning, rising to the street
~~10) Stop stalling, make a name for yourself~~
~~11) Don't worry about a thing [bonus points if you guess the cover artist]~~
~~12) I took her out, it was a Friday night~~
~~13) Sometimes I want to quit this all and become an accountant~~
14) Everybody pay attention to me, I got the answer
~~15) Time is never time at all~~
~~16) Paint my face in your magazines, make it look whiter than it seems~~
~~17) I wanna be the minority~~
18) '81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
~~19) You took my hand, you showed me how~~
~~20) She works for the weekend, mixtape of her favorite bands~~
~~21) Hey mister, where you headed, are you in a hurry~~
22) Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy
23) We are building a reglion, we are building it bigger
~~24) Maybe when the room is empty, maybe when the bottle's full~~
~~25) Immanuel Kant was a real pissant Who was very rarely stable.~~
~~26) When I disappear do you fear for the sister I took?~~
27) Shawty, what your name is?
28) I said, “Hey you, this is me. The idealist inside that holds your love on a string..."
29) Oh, oh, we don't have to make it last
30) That summer we took threes across the board

I Joined - Have you?

2011-02-02T00:39:40Z

Decided to do this cause I think it's important. Please check it out and consider joining yourself :)

boybands! at the disco

2011-02-01T07:59:51Z

undefined fulcrum
bandom // panic gsf. 910 words. teen. for merihn , a late birthday present.
boybands! at the disco, or how spencer ended up a popstar (and decided to stay for a while)
to my best friend, on the occasion of your birth: you wanted it, so I wrote it. now write the sequel. [emergency beta by nyxelestia ] crack crack crack

It was possible Spencer hadn’t really thought it through when Ryan came to him, eyes pleading, and told him he wanted to start a boy band. If he had, he’d never have said okay.

“Twenty minutes til showtime!” someone (the stage manager, probably) yelled into the noisy dressing room.

“I can’t find my pants! Ryan, where the fuck did you put my pants?” Brendon was yelling as he tore through the piles of discarded clothes, hair products, makeup, and empty food containers that covered the floor. Spencer eyed it distastefully.

“Why would I put them anywhere?” Ryan asked, rolling his eyes at the mirror as he leaned in to line his eyes. Even after two years, Spencer still wasn’t sure why singing ridiculously poppy songs required elaborate stage make-up, but it had been part of a brutal,-but-necessary compromise that strictly limited Ryan to no more than three words of more than three syllables per song. No matter what lies Ryan tried to tell you about junior high, Spencer was not a make-up dude, but it was better than hearing Brendon sing about the ‘provocative metamorphosis of effervescent virtuosity’ every night (much less singing the three-part back-up line for virtuosity he’d seen in Ryan’s notebook).

An empty Lucky Charms box went flying by Spencer’s head.

“Dude, you’re the one who threw them across the room after you pulled them off me!” Brendon argued, throwing around more refuse.

Spencer sighed and tuned them out. Brendon and Ryan arguing before a show was like…his mom making cookies at Christmas time. Inevitable, and only ending with him getting sucked in too if he tried to intervene. Much better use of effort for him to just get ready for the show, too. Not that he was especially eager to put his outfit on, or anything. He glared distastefully at the tight, shiny pants in his hand. They needed to stop letting Ryan dress them. The matching leather jackets had been bad enough, but rainbow-coordinated pants just went too damn far. Seriously, what were these things made out of anyway? Any fabric that glossy could not be normal.

“Need some help with that?” a cheerful voice said behind him over the din of Ryan and Brendon’s bickering. Spencer turned around and ah, yes, Jon Walker, the only other passably sane member of the group. After the whole fiasco with Brent and his (sometimes purposeful) two left feet, Jon Walker had saved the day with his effortless dance moves and his relaxed attitude towards life.

Spencer scowled and shoved the pants at Jon for observation. “I’m making a bonfire with Ryan’s collection of exercise videos,” he grumbled, waving them a little.

Jon looked from them down to his own much looser red ones, then back to Spencer. The corner of his mouth twitched. “They are quite…blue,” he commented diplomatically, and a small snicker escaped.

Spencer glared. Did he say Jon was okay? Clearly, that was a mistake.

“Aw, Spence, don’t be like that,” Jon appeased, using his best poor-boy face as he reached out and maneuvered Spencer around to rub at his shoulders. He was a cunning master of manipulation. “Have you done your stretches yet?” he asked helpfully.

Spencer nodded his head, and let himself relax into Jon’s touch just a little. He always went tense before a show.

There was a crash, and they both looked over to where Ryan and Brendon had progressed to making out on the couch with bonus groping.

Ryan was grinding down on Brendon’s lap, these small little noises escaping between their mouths, and Spencer swallowed hard, leaning more into Jon. It was still fucking hot, no matter how many times he saw it, and he wouldn’t mind going over there and grabbing Ryan’s hair, tilting his head back to mouth at his throat, except –

“Guys,” Spencer remembered abruptly. “Show.”

It was enough to startle all of them apart, back into the reality where, yes, they had to put on a show.

Brendon detangled himself, and hopped into his (mysteriously found) pants while singing through his warm-ups.

“Here, Spence, let me put your face on,” Ryan ordered, grabbing Spencer’s hand and leading him over to the counter.

And here was where Spencer couldn’t help but relax into Ryan’s steady grip on his chin, the sound of Brendon singing and Jon laughing a comforting background to the press of the wand to his eyelid. It was a long moment of quiet breaths, Ryan close as the rest of the world outside their dressing room faded out.

“There, done,” Ryan murmured, and Spencer opened his eyes to Ryan darting in for a quick kiss.

“Spence, help me with my mic?” Brendon asked, and Spencer could hear the adrenaline just from his voice. He rolled his eyes, but nevertheless went to help.

“I don’t see why you can’t do this yourself,” he grumbled, even as he gently brushed back Brendon’s hair to tuck the clip behind his ear.

Brendon just grinned up at him, warm and bright, and Spencer felt that familiar stutter in his chest.

“Because, Spencer Smith, no one does it like you,” Brendon answered.

“Five minutes!” was called into the room and Spencer saw Zack waiting by the door, ready to escort them to the stage. He took Brendon’s hand on one side, Ryan’s on the other, grinned at Jon, over on Brendon’s far side, and lead his boys to the stage. Yeah, he wouldn’t give this up for anything.

fin.

New Year, New Layout, Funtimes

2011-01-27T14:25:04Z

*waves enthusiastically*

Why hello, it's been awhile!
I have returned to the LJ after a sort-of-hiatus and am ready to party and say hello and catch up, etc. etc.

Merlin S3 is sitting on my hard drive ready to be watched, and I am super excited!
And I am refreshing bandombigbang like a fiend until sign-ups go up.

In other news, tumblr is addicting and I love twitter.

Turkey Day

2010-11-25T21:20:28Z

1) Happy Thanksgiving!
You know that thing people do where everyone says what they're thankful for, blah blah blah? Well, I'm thankful for my flist, all you lovely peoples, who still talk to me even though I do silly things like disappear for two months. For everyone who does celebrate it, happy turkey day, and if you're one of the many who doesn't just know you are appreciated ♥

2) Holiday cards!
I like sending them. So if you want one, please let me know! And seriously, even if we don't talk a whole lot, that's still cool. I will possibly be doing drabbles with the cards (time permitting) so if you want a card please let me know 1) that you want a card, 2) if you want a drabble, and 3) what sort of drabble thingies you'd like. Oh and, what sort of card you'd prefer (like, if a specific holiday, which one). And then PM/email me your postal address, (or if you prefer electronic, your email address).

3) Fandom
So, I haven't been able to watch Merlin S3 yet AT ALL, goddamn physics, so I've kind of been avoiding a lot of communities lately, and sort of livejournal in general, but thankfully only two more weeks of school left in this semester and then I can sit down and watch (!!!) (I'm excited, can you tell?!) and then I can actually sort of figuring out what's going on in fandom land.

4) DANGER DAYS
(how did this end up as my last item, whut)
So in love with the new My Chemical Romance album, oh my god. Who else has it and has listened and wants to flail, because I seriously am just over here waving my hands around uselessly. And is California 2019 the most epic legit AU world, or what.

Oh, and have you folks seen pinterest yet? It's pretty cool and stuff. Pinning things is way too addicting.

er...

2010-10-08T17:57:06Z

Hullo people! *waves enthusiastically*

GUESS WHAT. I'm not dead!!! College just ate my life. But new, shiny time management skills mean I should be round here more often.

But how is everyone? I miss you all ♥

arithilim @ 2010-09-10T17:23:00

2010-09-10T21:23:49Z

HELLO. THIS. THIS IS VERY RELEVANT TO EVERYTHING.

Yeah, so I spent 5 hours yesterday hanging with the amazing people in my school's GSA.

waves

2010-08-17T00:17:11Z

DEAR LIVEJOURNAL,

I wanted to let you know I am alive. You know, in case you were wondering. Which you probably weren't. But maybe you were, after all it's been 9 days, and this is me I'm talking about, I practically live online normally.

I leave for college Saturday which is why I have been MIA. My days are packing, cleaning, shopping, repeat. And also mowing the lawn because my mother makes me. I cannot wait to be freeeeeeee. Anyways, I haven't really been up to date with the internet so if there's anything I should've seen, please link :)

P.S. Thank you for the bday wishes! It was pretty good, I went clubbing with friends and hung out a lot. Also, I have a shiny new cell with unlimited texting, so if any US peoples want to receive really random texts from me, hit me up with your number lol.

P.P.S. Everyone is doing voice posts which makes me want to do one, only I have no idea what to talk about. Help? lol