so. my internet-wifey, love of my life, pain in my ass, piecesof_reeses
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-recession-going-on?, then check it out.

seriously.
I bite.
:D

Actually, i really don't like turkey....like, as a food item and as an animal.

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-today-and-then-possibly-it-became-yesterday-again
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!

Title: Get Back To Where You Once Belonged.
Author: me, chaoticallyclev
Beta: piecesof_reeses, the most beautiful, wonderful, tireless beta in existence :x, i lu!
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. )

Okay, so, in case you live under a rock or were just distracted by something and missed it, piecesof_reeses wrote an awesome ryan/brendon fic that you absolutely must read. There's adorable background pete/patrick and stalking! \o/ it's lovely and hilarious, go read it now!

Here's the link!

Alright, so, editor!au? yeah, that other fic i've been harping on about for over a month. It's almost done. Expect a post sometime next week.
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. :)

You guys. I'm almost done with He's Just Not That Into You AU \o/

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! 

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? )

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.

I don't think my multi-tasking on fic is especially productive... just saying. I've got about 8,000 words of editor!au and 6,000 words of He's just not that into you (hjntiy) au. which is pretty good, but it comes in chunks and then i forget what i'm doing with the other until i rememeber and then neglect the other one...
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.

 

 

Ugh. so. First of all, Ryan Ross... why, why, WHY, must you have hair that reminds me of adorable toddlers and happy things? ANd on top of that, you were crazy, mismatched socks like me. Seriously, this thing you've got going on, going after my heart? it needs to stop. fr srs.

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 piecesof_reeses:
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

Title: "Your ego is not your amigo"
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 piecesof_reeses, love ya!
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?  )

ugh. now i'm thinking back and all the stupid twitters and going: "fuck, were they talking about this."
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.

Title: When Dollar Signs Are Bad
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 piecesof_reeses for the edit. This was intended to be in my disney universe from Just a Little Bit of Pixie Dust, but it definitely does not matter if you've read that first because this came out pretty universal. Anyway, read and review if you feel like it.



( He really hopes that this isn’t going to show up as their next webisode )

Title: The Dangers of Martha Stewart Living
Author: me, chaoticallyclev
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' )