I just belligerently told Ils to get drunk with me. I AM THE PEER PRESSURE YOUR PARENTS WARNED YOU ABOUT.

I had super vivid dreams last night, flist! I will not tell you all about them because they... make no sense, but they involved things like a) me being Harry Potter, b) a comedy club where everyone is silent and blank-faced until you get up on stage and say anything - not even a joke - whereupon they start acting like you are the world's funniest person and laughing their asses off and then you get off the stage and their faces go blank again, and c) me losing my virginity in a fivesome.

So Pete and Gabe both gave interviews to Out magazine and I have all kinds of sort of wanky things to say about how fandom reacted to them, but I am rapidly on my way to being inebriated and I just feel like now is not the right time to make that post, you know? INSTEAD I will just say that while Gabe is a little ~edgy, I love his face, and while Pete Wentz is - wait, Pete Wentz is perfect. Never mind!

INSTEAD I WILL TALK ABOUT KEVIN KANE FROM POWERSPACE. You guysssss maybe you do not stalk fbr_trash and therefore you are unfamiliar with KKFP. In that case your life is a barren and desolate place. I have heard zero (0) songs by Powerspace and yet I can tell you that they are amazing. Kevin Kane From Powerspace has an LJ, and he lurked FBR_T, and he proved himself to be so awesome they made him a mod. WHATEVER APPARENTLY I AM WEAK FOR HOT BOYS WHO ARE GOOD AT THE INTERNET, SHUT UP.

I feel like no one ever told me how to deal with a fandom where people respond to fanfiction about themselves by calling it "pretty hot and sweet" and/or saying "dialogue rings true." siiiiiiiigh

Happy Pride, flist! I didn't actually go to the parade, but I've been sitting here thinking about what ( Pride means to me. )

Hey, there is an anonymous love meme and MY STUPID FRIENDS put my name in while I was trying to put FOOD on the TABLE, so, um, if you want to comment you could do that. BUT I DID NOT CHOOSE THAT ICON FTR. Also if you put your name in maybe I could reply and that would be fun for me so plz do.

So I suddenly realized I hadn't updated in foreverrrrr. What are the haps, flist? Not much is new with me! I cleaned the apartment, which I may have mentioned. My roommate's kinks are extremely not okay. Kanye West is hilarious and I love him. I feel like Pete's idolization of him is so, so, ridiculously appropriate. If I wrote fiction about someone like Pete, I would definitely have him see someone like Kanye as a role model. One of the best things about being involved in an RPS fandom has been realizing how much of real life is weirder and more awesome than fiction. Like, I always feel like a creepster when I start talking about, I don't know, the plot arc of Ryan Ross's life, but at the same time it's kind of true.

That's something I've been thinking about, a way RPF is different than other fandoms. With RPF, you're trying to draw meaning and metaphor out of things that actually happened, instead of picking out themes that were actually deliberately put there, you know? And yet, that's kind of what you have to do with your own life, to gather meaning out of it. While I was dealing with crushing depression and a self-image crisis, a gigantic fucking mirror fell on me in my bathroom while I was naked. And the people we write about are doing this to themselves at the same time that we're doing it to them, because they're artists, it's what they do, so my narrative of Ryan Ross's life bumps up against and interacts with Ryan Ross's own narrative of his life.

Um, I'm not sure how I got here from Kanye West calling me Squid Brains.

Cobra Starship had a ridic chat the other day and revealed an uncomfortable level of familiarity with fbr_trash. My favorite part: [23:43] LaHoya (VickyTofCS): my operation is a sensitive subject. I like to leave victor in the past, thank you. Victooooria I am sorry people are so shitty but I love the way you deal with them. Also someone asked Gabe who he masturbated to and he said "william is no secret". Ummmmm this fandom is the most insane.

Okay no one wants to talk to me about cleaning products, but ( YOU CARE, DON'T YOU, FLIST? )

Title: Bist Du Bei Mir
Pairing: Peter/Ulrich (Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ulrich is studying to be a monk in a small town in 1700s Germany. Peter has just returned from university. AU, obviously.
Length: 7700 words, which makes this the longest thing I've written. I'm concise, what can I say?
Author's Notes: Patrick's name is Ulrich in this fic. It's... kind of a long story, and it involves boredom and library catalogs, but, um, yes. Ulrich Stumph. It's also got questionable historical accuracy, and dubious research. Peter's poetry belongs to Goethe. The meteor shower is the Lyrids, which were only definitively identified in the 1830s: Peter is ahead of his time.
Thanks: to giddygeek for an unparalleled beta, and to loveyouallwrong for both beta and audiencing above and beyond the call of duty. I love you so much, guys. All errors are entirely mine.


( The first time Ulrich saw Peter Wentz after he came home from Tübingen, he had just finished punching him in the face. )

So hey, I'm on bandflesh! There's been a lot of posts today on the subject, because we are nothing if not overinvested in our ridiculous comm, but I'd rather not spend a lot of time describing exactly why we aren't a hate meme, because really, I think you can all judge that one for yourselves. Instead, I'd like to talk about ( why I find anonymity so interesting! )

If you are uncomfortable with me being on bandflesh and the meme, I understand if you want to defriend me, and I've loved having you on my flist. ♥

Soooo a couple nights ago I saw Empires, as I mentioned, and they were OFFENSIVELY precious. Seriously, flist, flist, seriously. I defy you to see them live and stay neutral. They're still one of my least favorite bandom bands musically (I'm sorry, I know, I'm sorry. I don't like Muse either! Or Radiohead) but their precious fucking faces dear GOD. *_____* They're also really competent with their instruments and really sweet and really really earnest.

( Lea and I wish people would stop being charming and go DIAF )

Anyway today I watched a mosquito getting doubleteamed by a tiger and a sheep. How are you, internets?

So last night I went to the Empires record release show even though I wasn't that interested in them and ha ha um here's some fic.

I wish I was kidding.

Tom Conrad/Sean Van Vleet, ~1800 words, PG-13, unbetaed.

( Open Up Your Eyes )

I never link this because I figure people have already seen it but it is still so damn cool so I'm linking it anyway: Daft Hands.

So I was bored and awake early this morning and I happened to come across De'Mar Hamilton's blog. YOU GUYS. IT IS SO ADORABLE. I don't care that much about the PWTs and I knew pretty much nothing about De'Mar before tonight other than that Nick Scimeca and PStump think he's good people, but oh my gosh, zero to hearthands in .6 seconds. Now I'm stuck caring about how another random band's next album does. GREAT. THANKS FOR NOTHING, BANDOM.

Um um what else is new. I'm drinking pre-mixed gin + tonic out of an empty cranberry juice bottle left over from this weekend. I've got a horrible cold. I just told strobelighted to make me a frozen pizza or else I'd sneeze on her.

(OKAY THAT WAS AN ENTRY I WROTE LIKE FOUR DAYS AGO NOW ON TO WHAT I ACTUALLY WANTED TO POST)

do you ever get the feeling that you cant swim but are about to be thrown in the deep end.

and in some pavlovian kind of way you will tread water.
beautiful.
you will doggie paddle.

I am absurdly happy for them. If you say they will not be good parents I will punch you right in the nose, because that is the kind of overreaction I have got waiting in the wings for this family.

Brendon Urie likes my headband! ahahhhaha what. I got barrier. We made popsicle friends on the subway and reinvented love. An A+ day, internets.

Hey, you know what I didn't know before today? That Ashlee started studying ballet at the age of three, and was admitted to the School of American Ballet when she was 11. (The minimum age is actually 12; Papa Joe lied about her age, because he is sketchy. Still, she was holding her own with older kids, that's fucking impressive.) And I knew she played Roxie in a West End run of Chicago, but I didn't know she got rave reviews. Whatever, I'm not saying she's Aretha Franklin. What I am saying is that I would totally read the Broadway AU where she and Patrick and Brendon are all in a play together. Oklahoma! Brendon is Curly, Patrick is Jud, Ashlee is Ado Annie. Anything Goes! Ashlee is Reno Sweeney, Patrick is Moonface Martin, Brendon is Billy. South Pacific! Patrick is Emile, Ashlee is Nellie, Brendon is Cable.

Of course during all of these Pete is the skeevy stage manager who likes to give dirty interpretations of the songs over the headsets in the middle of the show, and Ryro is the lighting guy who nested in the catwalks and never comes down except to blink at everyone during opening nights and steal the complimentary wine. Gerard is the director. Ray Toro is the conductor and people in the front rows always whisper angrily about how they can't see over his furiously swishing hair, until Bob the set design guy takes pity on them and starts building the pit deeper. The Cab boys are little stage techs who remember to dress all in black but forget to take off their neon sunglasses before running out on stage.

ETA: Augh this PICSPAM my HEART

They really did it! AND HEMINGWAY WAS THE RING-BEARER. Alice in Wonderland + Peter Pan. Oh my gosh I hope they are happy dorks FOREVER. And so does Ryan Rossy, who at the show in Cleveland tonight dedicated "Northern Downpour" to "a friend of mine who got married today and his new wife. I hope they live happily ever after."

YOU GUYS THIS MEME WAS MADE FOR ME.

Ask me my opinion of any fannish topic. Show, character, storyline, meta issues, kerfuffle, you name it. I am fearless!

My opinions, let me show you them!!!! Please?

Okay, I can't REALLY be alone on this one, can I?

Poll #1187486
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Would you drink Pete Wentz's pee if it was going to magically get you pregnant?

Hello, my loves! It's been a while, hasn't it. I'm back in Chicago, and without getting too tl;dr about it, everything that could be going right is pretty much... going right. Yes. I am, I think the word is "happy?" This summer is going to be quite a summer.

The weird thing that keeps happening lately, other than this "happiness" phenomenon, is that I keep showing up places and they're closed. ( NOT COOL. )

Because I can't blog about my life without blogging about Pete Wentz's life, allow me to share with you some wonderful ( true facts. )

I listened to The Rock Show in the car today, and it made me so happy thinking about last year in the pit with shoemaster. Also today, I found out that the lyric isn't "she moves her body like a psycho," it's "she moves her body like a cyclone", which I suppose makes more sense. :(

( Here are some people I've been thinking about. )

I was going to do that "what I like about you" meme but I always get weirdly antsy about memes like that that aren't anonymous. Like, oh no, what if I comment and someone's like "Ew I don't like her that much, um, it's sweet that she does I guess" or what if I can't think of something to say for someone I REALLY LIKE but my lack of comment means she thinks I HATE HER and it prevents me from leaving creepily adoring comments for people who I don't know that well and my issues, let me show you them. /o\ If you're reading this, I probably adore every inch of your face, so, um. *leaves flowers on your doorstep, runs away*

God, this post is disconnected. I just woke up from a nap. WHO WANTS TO TALK TO ME IN THE COMMENTS ABOUT PERN AUS.

My adventures in St. Louis: ( worth the trip. )

Hey flist, what's new? Oh, nothing much is new with me either, except that PETE WENTZ CROWDSURFED AT THE WHITE HOUSE CORRESPONDENTS' DINNER AFTERPARTY TO MOTHERTRUCKING JOURNEY. Oh my god, you guys, oh my god, my heart is seriously fluttery with joy. The video is even better than the pictures. He gave a shoutout to his girlfriend's vagina and champagne. I love him so much it hurts me inside. ♥__________♥ HEARTS HEARTS HEARTSS

Also, that song reminds me of our heartfelt emotional singalong before Cobra came out in NYC, which just, oh god, I love fangirls, I love this fandommmmmmmmmmm. I love Rob Hitt for djing a hilarimazing pre-show set. I love Pete Wentz for existing and for filming his wet dreams about Patrick Stump as Michael Jackson. I LOVE BUSTER BLUTH. I love Turk and his dance moves. I seriously might have a new favorite video in this fandom, period. Tomorrow is my last day of work. I am one load of laundry away from every single piece of clothing I own being clean.

WELL-PLAYED, UNIVERSE.

Ummmm what else is new what else is new. Patrick Stump made an emo blog post and ripped off his shirt and did sexy dance moves. Ashlee did not drink at the WHCD, thus perpetuating my belief that she is either a) pregnant (TINY BABY, therefore win) or b) fucking with the media for lulz and free publicity (hilarious and well-deserved, therefore win). Lea came down to hang with me all weekend, super-win. I am truly, genuinely, no-fucking-kidding going to see MCR this weekend, which does not seem possible given G. Way's determined attempts to evade me wherever I go. I have a near-job-offer in Chicago. I got to go up in the weird secret tower at work and see all the crazy shit no one knows what to do with, like guns and death masks. I sent in a complaint to Ben & Jerry's for shitty ice cream and got a coupon for a free pint. I think that nicely summarizes today, actually. Today is a free-ice-cream day.