has written this kind of massive brendon/spencer au, that is set in an office, and involves all sorts of crazy shit going down and it is generally awesome.
also, she totally finally does something that deserves a rating of at least pg-13+ that isn't for language *gasp*.
And there is some background pairings that usually pop up in her fics. you know what they are. you love them too.
So, if you want a long, satisfying read with generous mixes of romance, humour, mystery, bedazzled flipflops, and hey-haven't-you-heard-there's-a-recessio
seriously.
I bite.
:D
- Mood:
impressed - Music:unplayed piano
Seriously. The roam my city. There are editorials about turkey gangs.
I live in a really weird town.
Anywhobodydobody, Daylights savings time happened/unhappened today/yesterday/sometime-when-it-was-tod
yeah, and i am obviously confused. Because i go off internal clocks that are fairly accurate except for how now it's not. And I'm almost tired since i was up til 1/2/3 in the morning, and i woke up at 8/9, and my internal clock says it's 11 and have to wake up early tomorrow. then i see a clock and go, no, it's almost 10. i don't go to bed before 11, that's just wrong. So i'm staying up to un-confuse myself.
Which means all you lovely people who probably will just scroll past this get a pointless entry out of me!
\o/
I was bellatrix lestrange yesterday. i looked awesome. i forgot to take pictures though. we had a death eater party. we mainly just played rock band. \o/
I was reminded that i really like no doubt. and that's really all i can think of to say. so, bye!
- Mood:
confused
Author: me,
Beta:
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan, pre-Jon/Spencer
POV: Ryan’s. It switches back and forth from present to past every other scene, pretty consistently. You can tell because of the tenses. Genius, no?
Word count: 14,700
Summary: Ryan always intended to be a novelist. Instead, he’s working as a copy editor for the Seattle Times. It’s not the only thing in his life that somehow got messed up.
Disclaimer: as this is RPF, I own nothing. I mean, yeah, that is illegal, so…this is just me making crap up. As in fakey fake fake fakerton.
Author’s Note: I do not live in Seattle. I googled some places for reference. Take nothing said or described about these places as truth.
( Ryan gnaws angrily on the cap of his red correcting pen. Brow furrowed, he circles a grievously misspelled word and then notices an egregious error in apostrophe placement. Ryan really hates going through the interns’ articles. Sure, some of them are competent, but the overwhelming majority appear to have been dropped on their heads as children. Or had at least spent their whole school careers smoking up in the bathroom ceiling instead of attending class. And for all of those with a tenuous grasp on writing conventions, they have to spoil it by being either shitty journalist who constantly forgets the important details or by being all melodramatic. )
- Location:a room.
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Change Your Mind ~ The Killers
- Location:a room
- Mood:
curious - Music:Season ~ The Academy Is...
Here's the link!
- Location:couch still.
- Mood:
jubilant - Music:bacon sizzling in a pan. and what beautiful music it is.
Ha, i'm almost in shock here, though. 2 fics, both well over 10,000 words, started within weeks of each other and done within weeks of each other.
And for someone who's as big of a slacker as I am, that's pretty fantastic.
and then, you know, apparently my muse is on crack and that just means a lot more fic for you guys, since i have two more possibilities playing around in my head.
My school starts up in the next two weeks, so, we all know what that means? Yep, procrastination in the form of fic! \o/
oh, yeah. anyone interested in more info about editor!au, since they are just tuning into this channel or whatever, i posted a snippet a few entries down. :)
- Location:couch.
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:clack, clack, clack of the keyboard
Title: Maybe he's just not that into you.
Author: Yours truly, chaoticallyclev
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer
Rating: PG-13, in the sense that there is cursing. That is all.
Beta: The ever lovely and wonderful,
piecesof_reeses. give her a hand folks, she suffers through my ignorance of grammar and subsequent abuse of it every time i want to write a fic. It's possible she is a goddess.
Word Count: 14,000 + (O.O)
Summary: He’s just waiting for Prince Charming to stumble into his path and know that they were meant to be. It’s never going to happen. But every Disney movie and romantic comedy would claim otherwise. How can Brendon stand up in the face of all this indoctrination?
Author's Note: Yes, this is that He's just not that into you AU I've been going on about for a month~ish. It is done. For anyone who liked, and yet hated, this movie. This is not an exact replica. I borrowed from two main storylines, screwed with things wherever I felt like, and so on and so forth. Do not be deterred by the memory of stereotypes and whore-y behavior that made you wince in the theater.
- Location:the suckage of lj posting
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:Good Vibrations ~ The Beach Boys
There's only a few more scenes! And, and, I might get to post it this week! Ahahaha, I feel like I'm escaping some sort of fic chokehold. It's very freeing.
current word count: 11,700 words.
I started this about a month ago. I'm sort of really proud of myself.
Seriously, though. I'm a notorious slacker. The only reason disney!au was written in parts was so i couldn't abandon it midway through, as I'm prone to doing. So, yeah. fic!
- Location:family room. typing fic. haha, yeah /o\
- Music:Let Me Be Myself ~ 3 Doors Down. Via a Geico commercial
I'm sort of really bored... Of course, though. My summer finally starts, and three days into it, I'm bored out of my mind. Figures.
Well, good news is that editor!au is now well over 11,000 words, which is fantastic since it was at 3,000 when i abandoned it for a month. Just picked it back up about a week ago, and i think i might be about 3/4 of the way done. maybe. who knows. I don't really plan fic, it just happens.
Anywho, hi peoples' f-lists! *waves* I'm sorry that when i'm bored i spam you with useless fic!updates!
hmmm... i guess I'll make it worth your while by adding in a snippet!
( Keep in mind that this hasn't bee edited yet, and therefore is probably full of spelling/grammar errors, um, I'm sorry? )
- Location:microsoft word. yes, it is a place
- Mood:
recumbent - Music:the eight songs stuck in my head. i don't want to talk about it
I have no explanation and no use for this. I had some pictures in a folder o my desktop and nothing but time so. yeah
Consider this my contribution to some peoples' f-list. since it's not often i do that :D
it's sort of tiny, i realize, but, whatever. lj and i don't really get along when it comes to images, so i'm not going to fight it.
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:a very loud laptop going ~whur~whir~whur
oh well, i will actually have some free time soon. A whole three weeks before school starts back up and i have to find ajob and stuff. yay. but before that, fic. it will happen.
hjntiy!au, word count: 8,600.
*headdesk* what am i doing to myself?
- Location:guilt land
- Mood:
tired - Music:taylor swift stuck in my head
Anyway, to anyone who is still reading this, random!fic update \o/
okay, so, I am apparently trying to make up for all my uninspiredness and lack of contribution to bandom by writing a ridiculous amount of fic all at once. Either that of my japanese class is driving me crazy. possibly both.
see, there's:
the one where ryan is an editor who meant to be the next great amercian novelist, but then life happened oh!noes, but then he runs into Brendon and that eventually does things. you'll see. It's set in seattle. Probably just because i like Seattle and it was a convenient location to use the phrase "a northern downpour of seattle's best" which greatly entertained me, because of the song and coffee reference (in case anyone didn't get it)
and then:
the one where i write an AU based off the movie He's just not that into you . only without all the stereotypes. And without Scarlett Johanson's stroyline/ all ones tied to her. But it involves a lot of best friend interactin. of the Spencer and Ryan, and Shane and Brendon variety.
And then :
the one that's another psot-divorce bandfic. yeah, idk. it demanded.
and i think that's it. though i'm fighting off other ones.
sheesh.... i'm going to kill myself with fic, aren't I?
everytime i check twitter, though, i start another one. like, my tinhat hasn't left my head in days and it's shining so bright that it can blind.
for instance, as i e-mailed
yeah, i believe that jon instantly Direct Messaged Spencer via twitter (or just texted him, but jon seems to like twitter enough) in response to the twitpic captioned i wish you were here, and was all 'i wish i was too. The cats miss you. you should come visit soon"
and then: RYAAAAAN *__* with his whole "look me in the eyes and say you're friends"
and i believe it was brendon's turn to DM him or text or whatever and go "Open your front door and I will"
*smooshes tinhat on tighter*
*lives firmly in denial land*
I had a really awesome/ bittersweet dream last night involving the band, actually. and they were getting back together-ish and writing a new album and then i woke up and was confused, and then i remembered and i was sad. stupid dreams
- Location:house. with dog
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:I Can't Stop Loving You ~ Keith Urban
Pairing: technically gen, except for also sortof gsf and/or ryan/brendon and spencer/jon, but that last is probably only in my head
Rating: PG
Summary: It's not that they aren't talking, it's just that they aren't not talking.
Author: me
Beta: the always fantastic
WordCount: 1,364. of what i'm not sure
( It’s just-- shit. What do you say to the other half of what feels like your entire life suddenly detaching? )
- Location:here. where you are not.
- Mood:
calm - Music:...three little birds. brendon marley style
Well... whatever. que sera sera and all that shit.
Bandom's resiliant.
we ignore marriages, babies, girlfriends, band breaks, whatever. Our powers of self-delusion are nothing if not fucking incredible.
In other news.
I'm writing fic again. That started before this and will continue after because i said so :p
It was already an au... so whatever. real life won't keep me down.
it's going to be brendon/ryan and jon/spencer. and it's going to be kind of long... i really have no idea how long.
It's already about three thousand pages and i'm still in what in my eyes is the intro.
also, my ipod has a sick sense of humor. It's on shuffle, with, like, one thousand songs on it. And all it can seem to do is play panic songs.
Fuck you, apple, fuck you.
- Location:my lair
- Mood:
crushed - Music:none any more thanks to stupid evil ipods
So... I know the vast majority of bandom is all in a flurry trying to crank out those big bangs and all, while the rest of us are just kind of watching and feeling like, hey, maybe we should write something in this lull so it feels less like the fic river has dried up and the ground is turning to dust. Or, well, at least that's how i feel. Only, apparently i live to close to this dried-up river, since i feel all parched and withered, without a single idea.
Okay, I'll rephrase that, I have ideas, i just have no desire to write them, you know? Usually i get an idea and it digs in and holds on and demands that i abandon everything until i scribble it down. At least, that's how domestic!fic and disney!au went... and since those are really my only two substantial stories ever, I am at a loss.
Alright, well, I'm done whining now, bye!
- Location:the land of blank pages
- Mood:
melancholy - Music:...none
Author: Me, chaoticallyclev
Pairing: Cash/Singer, uh duh
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and such
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one.
Summary: Last night, Singer was drunk...
A/N: This can all be entirely blamed on two things 1) A twitter comment Singer made and 2) my friend's response to it. Yeah, just, keep that in mind. Also, muchas gracias to
( He really hopes that this isn’t going to show up as their next webisode )
- Location:a chair
- Music:the lovely sounds of a lawn mower outside my window on this lovely afternoon
- Location:same place
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:Dead! ~ My Chemical Romance
Author: me,
Disclimer: oddly enough, i don't own anything. sad, i know.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon, (Jon/Spencer)
Word Count: 8,668 so not quite as massive, as I'd originally thought it would be.
Summary: It all started with an innocent trip to Home Depot.... and then there was frilly aprons and things that are really, really not cupcakes and Dr. Phil is a sound-transmitted virus.
Or: The one where Ryan tries his hand at domestic activities with varying results, usually in the category of disaster.
( 'Spencer needs to stop ruining Ryan’s foray among the flowers with his cynicism' )
- Location:home
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:The Middle ~ Jimmy Eat World
