internet faux pas

[piecesof_reeses]

I have been so productive lately, guys! Y'all should be proud. My journal is wearing new clothing! I've created a sticky! I feel so much more legitimate now.

I fear I have committed an internet faux pas, however. I was scouring the great interwebs for a new lay-out because my last one was a little boxy for my tastes (I know, I know, this one isn't much better in that respect,) and then I finally found one! And it was a lovely shade of apple green. And so I put it in and switched things around and fiddled with it until it was all to my liking, and then I decided to go and cyberstalk some people, as you do.

Which is when I realized that I downloaded the exact same lay-out as softlyforgotten. I feel so weird about this! Because I'm not even sure if I have plausible deniability in this case. I do visit her journal fairly often because I enjoy slobbering at her writing. PERHAPS I WAS SUBCONSCIOUSLY ATTEMPTING TO IMITATE HER. ///o\\\

But, um. Yeah. Hopefully if she ever stumbles upon my journal she will take it as a compliment. Imitation is the sincerest, etc. etc.

Anyway. I want to write something! But my creative juices have run dry. People should leave me prompts! I can't promise they'll get filled in a timely manner, (oratallbecausei'materribleperson) but I will do my best. Really. ANYONE. Please? Even strangers I have never spoken to! My flist is kind of microscopic, after all.

/awkward plea

Also everyone should read this! Amazing Tony/Gibbs genderfuck by rageprufrock. It was completely out of my usual fandom wanderings, but I enjoyed it immensely. :D

Also also, leave me recs for big bangs! I am having a hard time getting started.

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[piecesof-reeses.livejournal.com]

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“Oh, no, the Glory Dogs are playing Dance, Dance for the band competition, Ry12113687an!” Brendon exclaims. “What are we going to do? They took our song!”

“This is terrible news,” Ry12113687an monotones. “I need to think. We need something equally cheesy and inspirational, hopefully without any kid-unfriendly negativity about sex and drugs. How about Hum Hallelujah?”

“Uh, Ry12113687an, I don’t—“ Brendon starts to say, but the announcer is saying their name (it’s Alarm! In the Lockerroom, which Ry12113687an thought of in a moment of sheer genius) and it’s their turn to go on.

“It’s all or nothing, gang,” Brendon says to their group of blandly pretty and equally generic friends. “Eyes on the prize! Let’s give it 150%!”

“Cliché cliché cliché!” Ry12113687an adds quickly before they’re running onstage.

Time seems to slow to a stop while they’re performing. Actually, Brendon checks his watch three times, and he’s pretty sure the song took over fifteen minutes to perform.

But they kill it. They’re so good that everyone is cheering Brendon’s name, and Brendon thinks to himself loudly, in another echoing voiceover, “Wow. I’m not a loser anymore.”

And then suddenly, it’s all over, and Brendon’s eardrums are bursting in a supernova of screaming and clapping and congratulating.

“Did we win?” he asks Ry12113687an.

“Uh, no,” Ry12113687an says. “But we’re getting signed by Pete Wentz!”

“No kidding?” Brendon asks.

“We’re going to be fucking famous, Br3ndon!”

Brendon—no, it’s Br3ndon now—can feel tears pricking his eyes. He finally did it. He broke out of his loser mold in an inspirational tale for the ages. Now if he could only break out of his virgin mode—and, whoa Ry12113687an’s kissing him. Good timing, Brendon thinks to himself, and bends Ry12113687an over manfully.

“I can’t wait to see the blooper reel,” Ry12113687an mutters in Br3ndon’s ear as he kisses his way down Ry12113687an’s neck.

“What?” Br3ndon says.

“Nothing.”


(eta: sorry for the repost, just figured i should add a scene break!)

[chaoticallyclev.livejournal.com]

ahaha, i love you so much right now, you don't even now. You write the crackiest of all crack fic. *sniffles* i'm proud to be your friend.

(also: "“Cliché cliché cliché!” I see what you did there :D)

[piecesof-reeses.livejournal.com]

i feel like i should apologize for this fill, to be perfectly honest. so not what you expected, am i right? oops. /o\

[chaoticallyclev.livejournal.com]

i is confused now. i don't care. you asked for prompt, i prompted with the first thing i thought of. no harm no foul. though, lol at you being almost incapable of writing your own otp. :D

[piecesof-reeses.livejournal.com]

...what is that supposed to mean? it just worked better in my head as brendon/ryan. i already started brainstorming before reading the p2 part. AND ANYWAY, IF IT WAS PETE AND PATRICK, I COULDN'T HAVE USED THAT PELICAN LINE. just saying.