- I am ever ever so behind on comments, email, flist and fic - the semester started on Monday, and I spent the weekend swinging back from deepest hermeticism into Action Girl mode (which requires lots of shopping and various appointments and little little internet time). Also the dog Firefox just ate weeks' worth of bookmarks doing an update, and I am not happy about this! I suppose this is due retribution for my terrible habit opening photos I want to save and interviews I want to watch and fic I (really really) want to read in shiny new tabs and then forgetting about them until I have weeks and weeks worth of open tabs and Firefox freezes for hours at a time under the weight of them all. *sadface* Nevertheless, I am totally making this post to hit you up for help and advice.

- I had a strange, unfathomable desire to read fic about The Cab the other day. I mean, I think they're precious, I've maintained a vague interest in them since before they were signed, but I just don't even have enough time for strictly-Panic fic and fandom at the moment, let alone reading and following my other bands. But! The urge is upon me. Could you rec recs, flist? Preferably an inter-Cab pairings. I wantwantwant Cash/Singer, actually, but I gather that's not as common as it should rightfully be.

- I need advice about piercing aftercare. I got two lobe piercings last week (now I have three in one ear, and just the original one in the other), and I don't think I'm doing it quite right. One's healing nicely, but the other has started hurting when accidentally knocked. It might have something to do with my total lack of foresight in getting the piercings on the side of my head which I sleep on (I really wanted them on that side, though), but ow. I feel like I'm missing steps, and I can't clean the back of the piercings properly because I can't see around the back of my head. I keep trying to see and getting annoyed when I fail, though, even though I know it's physically impossible, like a kitten trying vainly to catch its own tail.

- My piercer was a really kind of adorably perky-yet-professional girl who started talking in lolcat halfway through, and was very surprised when I correctly identified lolcat in the wild, and could talk the talk and reference icanhascheezburger and Caturday. However, despite this, I had difficulty thinking about anything but - um. Do any of you find that when someone tells you cheerfully that they have pierced nipples, it becomes the elephant in the room and you sit there while they fiddle with sharp ouchy things and chat merrily and yet you simply cannot think about anything but their breasts? I hope it's not just me (I am a nice girl, I swear). /o\

- I went downtown to the City Library today, and there were these two young male librarians having a Coded Conversation within earshot. They kept sweeping the perimeter with suspicious glances and talking in this terribly stilted, significantly-paused fashion in garbled library code, but it was very clear from the tone and the body language that it was code. It could have been about absolutely anything! And yet my brain flashed straight into an AU where Panic are librarians and Brendon and Spencer are trying to couch an awkward conversation about the night before in filing and processing metaphors, whilst shelving books and wearily telling patrons where the Recently Returned shelving is when they come up to them all wide-eyed and confused about where this book is, because the system says it's available but it's not in the Crime section where it's supposed to be!

The aforesaid Night Before really, really, shouldn't have happened, and it's never going to happen again. Spencer's already decided that no one must ever know, but when Brendon comes into work (five minutes late and clutching his stupid bubble chai which it's against the rules to have on the premises; Spencer reminds him of this every day and every day Brendon still swaggers into work with one), Ryan only has to take one look at Spencer's face before he starts to laugh so hard his face goes as crimson as his checkered scarf.

Ryan spends the rest of the day making clever comments at their expense - at Spencer's expense, mostly, because Brendon just shrugs, grinning around his straw. Sometimes the comments are so flat and Ryan's face is so controlled that Spencer isn't sure if that really was a joke, and he has to peer at Ryan suspiciously; and sometimes they're utterly dreadful and Ryan can barely get them out, he's laughing so hard, and over his shoulder Chris and Greta try (and fail) not to giggle, too. (When his shift's over Spencer is going to strangle Ryan with his stupid scarf, because he might as well have just fucking announced it over the fucking loudspeaker). He's very efficient and very frightening all day; patrons keep coming over to his desk, catching a glimpse of his face and sheering away.

Spencer could deal with all the teasing, maybe, if he could just stop thinking about Brendon's mouth, red and wet and open, and his flushed face; the curving beautiful lines of his pale back and the way sweat made his dark hair stick to his forehead and curl at his temples. Spencer shouldn't be thinking about that. He doesn't want to, he really doesn't, because it's Brendon. Brendon has been annoying the hell out of him since he started working here a month ago. He's kind of an asshole; he's loud; he chews gum and slurps at his stupid bubble tea - and fuck, he gives good head and his jeans fit him like he's been sewn into them. Spencer just really wishes he could stop thinking, full stop. He's never going out for drinks at the end of the late-night shift ever again. *handwaves* And then, like, making out in the stacks on the third floor and possibly inappropriate groping, and Brendon smirking and Spencer going red, I don't know. Two years next month, and I still can't go about daily life without sweeping epic Panic stories blossoming in my head.

getting you vs losing me
and of all gods
jokes
i am the most cruel
ill make you
forget your
friends,
your faith,
and your
rules.
posted by xo at 1:51 AM

Hey, The Cab are a small band, right? Hell, I internet-know some people who have had conversations and meals and whatever with the members.

So, like, it wouldn't be that hard for someone to steal Singer's flat iron, would it?

( Seriously )


So lots of shitty stuff happened at that concert on Sunday, but The Morning Light and The Cab were quite fun. Kristen, one of the friends I was with, doesn't go to a lot of concerts, so she was super excited when members of the opening bands walked past us. She stopped the keyboardist of The Morning Light to tell him what a good job he did, and then after he walked away whispered, "If he walks past again, I'm going to attack him. He's so cute, even though he's only like twelve."

About two or three songs into The Cab, Costa said to me, "Do you notice that the bassist keeps playing at the very the front of the stage, and the singer keeps elbowing him out of the way? It's happened like every song so far." And I did notice it after she said something, but probably would have missed it otherwise. Oh, lol.

My second time seeing them live has only confirmed for me the fact that Ian is clearly the best looking. I even like his crazy hair; it totally works for him.

So whatever. At least some good things came out of Sunday.

Oh geez you guys, me and Bridgie are reading Jonas brother/you fanfictions.

( chef boyarsuck my ass damn )

P.S. Pick 10 people and give them the "you make my day" award in no particular order. If you're picked, you are charged with picking 10 of your own (unless you've already done it) (or, you know, unless you don't feel like it whatever).

hongkongaton (WHO KNEW) rain_dances snidgety bitter_crimson sass_le_fay stereomer kickthebeat sarkastic gobsmackit bluejbird lj user=the world, seriously, il everyone :(

This morning I was really, really late to English because of a somewhat crazy hunt around - I kid you not - three different bookstores to try and find the second book in the Nightrunner series. I had the books recommended to me a lot by a few of you, but airgiodslv finally convinced me to go out and buy Luck In The Shadows and I read it in two days and last night had a minor panic attack about not having the second one. Oh my God, you guys, how is this series so awesome? I was in a biology lesson reading part of it and I got up to the first bit with tali and I made high pitched squeaking noises and everyone stared at me and I didn't even care.

And now I have to go and write a goddamn debate that I got roped into doing tonight last minute and all I want to do is curl up and finish this.

... but maybe if I have time before the debate I'll nip in and buy Traitor's Moon. My addiction, let me show you it. /o\


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eta: ( and spoiler for 'stalking darkness' )

I waaaaaaaaaant it I want it I want it

</Angelica Pickles>

Seriously, though, that's a somewhat nifty shirt. I like skulls, okay? I think they're pretty. And it's not like I already own a variety of shirts in some way associated with this band or anything, er.

And, more generally, the masks and a bunch of other stuff is up for sale at the MCR store. In case you hate being able to afford food and shelter or something.

I have vowed never to buy from Warner's rubbishly online stores again! NEVER!

Butttt.... Preeetty. Fuckers.

does anyone know anything about his Hawaiian ancestry? and his last name on the Hawaiian side?  Ty lovelies.

Project 365

Day 204

I just made brownies! Besides being delicious, this has the wonderful effect of making my whole apartment smell like chocolate. Mmmmmm.

Today ended up being good! I won't go into all the nerdy chemistry details, but I was having a LOT of trouble with a reaction, and I think we figured out what the problem was! One of the materials was very old and had decomposed, so it was a dark yellow liquid with crystals. I purified it into a beautiful, perfectly clear liquid, and I am so excited to use it tomorrow and see if it makes everything work. FINGERS CROSSED!

Well crap. I just saw that mcr-pics.com took down all of its HQ photoshoots. What a total bummer, I always go there when I'm making graphics. I don't bother to save them all because they're so big, but now I wish I had. Rar :( Does anyone know of a good alternative anywhere? Or does anyone have any HQ images saved from the street urchin photoshoot? The one this picture is from. I have an HQ shot of Frankie from that shoot but no HQ of Gee or anything :(

I just added three headers to my rotation! I'm super proud of this one of Greta, and I made another of Dublin at night and one of Frank and Gee the street urchins. I am most pleased :D Rotating headers are fun! I now have three headers of Gerard at three of his most radically different stages: professor!Gerard (tousled hair, coffee and a cigarette), Black Parade!Gerard (bleached blonde, heavy eyeliner), and undead!Gerard (bruised eyes, straggly black hair). I love all of them EQUALLY. ♥_♥

I also edited my journal name, subtitle, everything to be lyrics from the Hushies' Hurricane. I love that song.

Om nom nom brownies.

I also made some new icons! Frank and Jamia being dorkfaces, Frank and Gerard being dorkfaces, Frank's multicolored arm, Frank being a sexass on stage... are we sensing a trend? That makes 18 icons containing Frank. Sigh. There's also Rodney and the ORANGE FLEECE OF JOY \o/ And also Darren's precious face. Boys! <3

I should go be productive.

so this is entirely the fault of me listening to los campesinos a bit too much, but wouldn't it be awesome if henry rollins did a duet with amelia fletcher? it's one of those things that would never happen in a million years but would be amazing if they did.

i deleted all my icons that weren't made by me and of or featuring pete. then i re-uploaded some, all made by me. i needed something to do, ok? but yeah, so now i have lots of icon space and very few icons not of pete wentz.

also, i need to state again how much i love the new mcfly album. gosh, they're so grown up! "so pour yourself a coffee, put your clothes back on, and tell me your name"? really? oh, boys. that's a bit rude, isn't it? honestly.

it's 5am, and i just woke up about an hour ago. fantastic sleeping pattern, there. i'm going to make some icons, i think. icons are good. and i will listen to fall out boy, because fall out boy are best and i love them most of all. they are my faaaaaaaavourites. FAVOURITES, PEOPLE. &falloutboy;

Rar. So. There's this particular music news source in Australia. Sometimes working with them is cool, because they put me in touch with bands that might otherwise be a lot of legwork for me to get interview time with.

But sometimes they make me incredibly frustrated and disappointed. Those who know the full story of what happened with the thwarted MyChem interview last November -- this is the music news source that was involved in that fiasco of hilarious-screwball-comedy-in-hindsight-but-SUCH-a-fucking-bummer-at-the-time disaster.

And now, after months of work (not, you know, hard work or anything, but still, human contact is effort okay, that's time I could have spent reading livejournal or something) by me to make it happen, this music news source has decided to put the kibosh on an interview I was setting up with a band that's touring next month, because it's less work for them to just reprint an article from a news syndicate.

My fond and fragile dream of asking Panic at the Disco why they think it's in any way appropriate to make thousands of pre- and teenaged girls scream out "whore" in sing-alongs, it will remain just a dream. Wah.

Dealing with people who make my life harder instead of easier is not my favourite fun.

On the plus side, I had instant mashed potatoes for lunch and they were deeeelicious.

Day 22 of 31 Flavors:
The plot in each of the two parts has the wackiness and the angst of the series. Mainly, though, I chose this one because I like the Jack voice in this, and I also dig how Jack and Daniel treat each other. *loves*

First Impressions by Pares/kormantic (NC-17), Jack/Daniel

another mix, for the dance parties we'll have when we're all living in our hipster haven, selling baked goods for a living. in the meantime, i guess i'll have to go to work tomorrow. and the next day. and the next. AND ON AND ON.

these are also good songs to clean your room/dancercise to.

( caution: annoying synth lines galore )

zip file!

To sum up:

Computer is being fixed. Everything is probably lost. Sigh.

I finally saw The Dark Knight, and it is everything you have ever heard and more. Heath Ledger in particular, oh my goodness. When we were discussing it after the show, I think my friend Liz paid him the highest compliment -- "I never once thought, 'oh man, that's Heath Ledger,' I was always thinking, 'holy shit, that's the Joker and he's freaks me the fuck out.'" -- because man, she was right.

I am getting all four of my wisdom teeth pulled next Tuesday. Double sigh.

I am going to Warped Thursday! I am coming with a whole caravan of people, but we're pretty diverse in who we're going to see. Who else is going? Is anyone going? Tell me so I may text you. Or stalk you. Or scream in your ear. I promise I'm not terribly scary.

uh. I think that's it? *jazz hand*

Does anyone happen to have information on members of bandom promoting Andrew McMahon's Dear Jack Foundation? I seem to remember that nearly everyone at some point was photographed with one, or possibly just a cancer ribbon for him, but I'm having trouble currently digging up evidence. Any help would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

In other news, last night I was at verylisa's and she showed me her partner's copy of The Vesuvius Club: Graphic Edition (Lucifer Box 1), which is a jolly good yarn about an Edwardian dandy who is a secret service agent. I am now on a Very Necessary Quest to find the original prose version of the story, because I need it to live.

BUT. This post is not about my requirement of the novel! Rather, it is about the fact that I have been known to joke in the past that my ultimate 'ship is, logically, Vampire William Beckett/Jason Todd.

Now, see, the thing about Lucifer Box, the Edwardian dandy who is a secret service agent, is that he has a Robin. Or valet, whatever. Dark-haired, blue-eyed sidekick who needs saving a lot is a Robin in my book.

And, um. I had my camera phone while I was at Lisa's. The picture behind the cut is not safe for work (let's pretend I'm not posting this from the office, ahem) but. Well.

( An Edwardian dandy and his sidekick. )

This post is going on the vampire tag even though there aren't actually any vampires in it, because my filing system makes sense to me even if it doesn't actually make any actual sense.

Title: Infinite Horizons and Empty Hallways pt. 1
Author: beautysometimes
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 2nd switches
Summary: He looks nothing like you or his mother or in any combination. And it’s weird because you think when you were his age and in love with his mother you had dreams about him.
A/N: At the end.
Dedications: To all the writers that made me want to write slash- panic_smile itsallhushhush beggarsnotes sateenmusta just to name a few and to melissaphobia for inspiring me with her writing. And violet_blues my best friend.

You had dreams about him ...

It's weird having everyone worried about me. I hated coming to mom's after work and being scared to open the door, unsure I would find the house empty. Especially since I realized my sister (no doubt deliberately) left the sliding glass door unlocked.

I took pictures of my bruises and the swelling of my right shin. Honestly, the thigh hurts more than the shin - it's a muscle that moves more in walking. The shin is sharp pain when it does bump something, but that happens less readily.

I don't expect to do anything with the pictures. But she told her dad I attacked her. And I want to see her evidence. Bite me. She may be tough, but I am strong and I am clever.

I saw a praying mantis at work today. It was just this white bug on the floor, long and narrow, and I was about to squish it, but to do so I had to bend over to take off my shoe. I have this thing - my work shoes are ballet flats, so I can't wear them when killing bugs because a fast one might crawl across my foot. And I looked and saw it wasn't a centipede or a spider or any bugs I'd seen before. Then I took in the head shape and the way the front legs were bent and felt some awe. I had no idea they could be little 2 inch long white fellas. I wanted to keep it.

The Ordinary Boys - Ballad of an Unrequited Self-love Affair
I love this song. It makes me amused.

Sup bitches, I've corrupted tardis80 to the ways of bandom. :D

/o\ I keep on coming back to this song. I still love the two verses to an embarrassing amount. I'd love to have a version without vocals to listen to, actually! Just the instruments. ♥ And to have Jon Walker sing lead in a song. A girl can wish. (Augh I love Jon Walker for starting this song and Ryan Ross for recognizing its awesomeness and making Jon keep it.)

But Not The Song is finished! Oh man, my heart. I really love that story so ridiculously much. *holds it close to her heart* I'm going to patiently wait for all the codas that are going to be posted, and the sequel that will appear in the future. There will be flailing arms and weeping again from this corner of the internet, I know it. I'll be pathetic and not care a single bit.

Speaking of. I really should get started on the drawings of Brendon, Spencer, and Jon and Jon and Tom GOD AKI I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH AUGH that I've planned out. I really hope I can match the style in the Ryan picture. /o\

Called Stehlik today, and the bill issue is easily resolved haha. *RELIEF*

ETA, So that Tom dude in Plain White Ts said on KROQ that the Panic + Plain White Ts + Dashboard Confessional + (possibly) The Cab fall tour is on. Marshall is a big fat liar. Johnson, however, is not. Whoooo. I'm not a big fan of the PWT and don't really know Dashboard, but yeah, definitely up for this. :D And this time, will be dragging the brother along.

I'm crossing my fingers that they'll come through NY/NJ on a weekend, but I doubt that'll happen. My luck is not that good. >: Will hopefully be able to get good tickets from NDP though! :D

RIGHT, TO COUNTERACT THE DOUCHEBAGGERY OF MY LAST POST (WHICH I HAVE SINCE MADE PRIVATE BECAUSE I REGRET SAID DOUCHEBAGGERY), HAVE SOME 2001 BOYBAND!BUTCHER.

SRSLY, MIRANDA FOUND THIS AND IT MADE MY DAY A SECOND TIME. (THE FIRST THING THAT MADE MY DAY IS A SECRET BEKNOWNST ONLY TO MYSELF AND EMILY AND IT SHALL BE REVEALED TO ALL EVENTUALLY.)

IN OTHER NEWS, MIRANDA ALSO LINKED ME TO THE THE ACADEMY IS... RIDICULOUS PRIMER AND I FOUND THIS PICTURE OF BUTCHER AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO FIND OUT WHAT IS ON HIS SHIRT. IT LOOKS LIKE THE IDF LOGO. IT PROBABLY ISN'T BUT MROTEK IS A JEWISHY NAME AND OH MAN A GIRL CAN ONLY HOPE.

ETA AHAAA! COBRA'S TECH WITH THE MAGEN DAVID TATTOO ON HIS ELBOW IS HANSEL.

YO. The Lyn-Z Love Bomb closes this week. Go do it! Because some MCR fans are total douchenozzles and that sucks. Less things that suck, more love, says I!

Here is a totally hotassed picture of MSI to brighten your morning.

( Nrrrrrrrrgh NOM NOM NOM. )

I've said it before, I'll say it again: MSI. GSF. OR. GTFO.