You guys, I cannot stop listening to this version of Animal by Neon Trees. I have listened to various forms of this song all day. It has lead to... well, mostly it's led to me, you know, telling gyzym all the things I would do with a werewolf Arthur story.

So! A poll lacking in specificity!

[Poll #1632163]


Fiiine. ( details, or something )

Things of note:

1. I am currently trying to talk musesfool into writing a story with ALL THE CLICHES IN THE WORLD.
   
2. ... How many fanfic tropes could you fit into one story?
   
3. Shut up. I am totally not tempted to try and write all the cliches.
   
4. Though, lucky for me, jibrailis wrote The Big Sleep, which is a story where Arthur's vicious in his sleep, and Eames subdues him with petting. You guys, this is the story of my heart! Having to be stealthy to cuddle! Petting! Hating on the creeptasticness that is Edward!
   
5. \o/
   
6. Also, the awesome thing about fandom: someone else will write it so you don't have to! :DDD
   
7. Okay, so I might be considering attempting the write all the cliches.
   
8. /o\
   

( cut for the not-fun kind of flailing about school, nerding out over computer specs, and ranting about course required software. You're welcome. )

The bakery story is now at around 4100 words and I've started to hate it. This is why I don't write long things. I know where it needs to go, and I know the steps I need to hit along the way, but I can't seem to get it there, and it's extremely frustrating. I'd try to work on something else for a while, but I know myself well enough to know that I'd never go back to it.

I don't know what to do. Stupid writing. Why so hard? (That's what she said)

I also have ridiculous cracked out ideas for Inception fic. Including, I will admit, an AU where they are wedding planners. Apparently my brain has decided to rot itself with crack and fluff. Like I wasn't doing a good enough job at rotting it with terrible reality television or something.

The other Inception idea is... still AU, but much more complicated and way less fun. They turn a profit by putting people in video game scenarios of their (the clients) choosing! Rich people paying an obscene amount of money to dream themselves into a live action version of their favorite game! Mostly it would center around Arthur being a badass shooting people and zombies and Eames being all: ♥___♥ You were a little left of center on that one, darling. And Arthur being all: I'm going to let them eat you, I swear to god. And Eames being all: ♥___♥ Nonsense, you like to use that weapon far too much. And Ariadne being all: Which weapon is that? While looking at his pants, because I can't resist a dick joke. Then they have to solve a RL assassination plot while in a video game.

Possibly I should study video games for that one? Or I should just forget it all together, because, omg hard.

Probably, what I am going to do now is take a nap.

Random thing I suddenly want like I want to continue breathing of the day: A Puck/Kurt "Can't Buy Me Love" AU. No, no, seriously. Stop laughing at me! Kurt would totally be Patrick Dempsy! Only instead of paying Puck to pretend to be his boyfriend to get popular, he does it to get back at Puck for being a homophobic jackass. He's a Cheerio, he's already popular. Jesus, he's more popular than Puck, and it's not like the football players aren't terrified enough of Sue to leave him alone on uniform days. But Puck needs money, and Kurt needs to prove a point. And maybe keep his new bad ass reputation and McQueen collection both living in harmony. Well, maybe need isn't the right word. Double-sided manipulation ftw! And, of course, fake!boyfriends falling in love.

Why this fic does not exist in my life right now I will never, ever, ever know.

Anyway, I've been seeing this around on my f-list, and I've got a bunch of new people around these parts lately ( ::waves:: ), so it seems like a good time for a meme:

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes office supplies." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. (Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal. In return, ask me anything you'd like to know about me and I'll give you an answer.)

I have cramps so bad, I sort of want to die. No, no, scratch that sort of. I want to die. It has to be less painful.

Instead of, you know, actively seeking to make that dream a reality, I ended up curling into a ball and taking a nap and some Midol. It wasn't much help. Instead, I dreamed about a Chris/Cory fic, because apparently my odd "No! DNW!" toward Glee RPF does not matter to my brain. (Chris Colfer is a baby, you guys, and while I realize logically that it's really no different than, IDK, Cash/Singer or early!Panic... I have no idea. Nothing. It makes no sense to me.) And it wasn't even the sort of thing that I could switch around to work as something else, because it was all about heatwaves, and rain storms, and being an actor from Canada stuck in L.A., and sort of in love, and trying to figure out how to live with who you are when the only thing anyone can say is, "hey, it's raining," like you weren't still dripping from being outside in it.

In conclusion: I hate all parts of my body. >:(

( Spoilers for Glee? Well, no, not really. A character spoiler for Glee? But I like to think that it's something that's already been made clear before? )

Also, Puck continues to be the one I want to listen to sing the most.

Speaking of Puck! My God, he is hot. Hot like burning. Hot like fire. Pretty, pretty fire.

I am seriously considering writing the fic where he decides that, no, as a matter of fact, he is not going to sign over parental rights*, and ends up keeping the baby and trying to raise her on his own, in his very own failtastic but trying manner that I happen to find so ridiculous and adorable. Also, I may have no desire to ever reproduce, but something about a badass with a baby just really does it for me. I don't get it. He would be working, and trying to keep up in school, and randomly conning other glee kids into babysitting! He'd bring her to practice, sometimes, and they'd argue over lullabies, and whatever, he would always sing her to sleep, and every time he did she would grin and that made everything else in the world totally worth it. ♥♥♥

Or, you know, not. Because apparently I fail at doing anything light or funny or sweet, and I's gots to bring the angst. Even though there are some fandoms where the thing I want most if for them to get lots and lots and lots of hugs. So many hugs. ALL THE HUGS IN THE WORLD. ::cough:: I'm sure you all could not guess which fandom that is, either.

I mentioned this to sleepismyfriend last night, and she informed me that, most likely it already exists somewhere on the internet, so I shouldn't bother. But I cannot find it! Now, I'm not particularly shippy about Glee, beyond "...will this get Puck to sing and/or remove his shirt?" because my priorities are awesome. But in my search for this Puck + baby fic, I ran across 'Cause You've Got An Awfully Long Way to Go by paperclipbitch which is Kurt/Puck that I can totally and completely get behind. It's long and filled with cliches that I love a stupid amount, and has like, the very best Kurt voice ever, and basically, I might just start shipping Puck/Kurt full time now. It's so great, it didn't even make me want Finn to be punched in the face, you guys. You should all go read it, and then find me my damn Kurt + baby fic.

Especially since, hilariously, nobody could agree on what I should write next. Nothing got more than one vote! And at this rate, if I have to go and choose something myself, it will be this, and not something from my to-do list, which is just sad. I want to mark something off of that. It's getting a little bit out of control.

Yesterday, I let my brother shame me into working out, and now my everything hurts. Everything! All of it! And I was up, um, all night, reading that fic, so I'm put myself down for a nap before I turn into a cranky, cranky baby. I'm totally going to be mourning the fact that I do not have a Puck to sing me to sleep though.

Now, I'm gonna bury this in a tl;dr post of random fandom flailing so it makes me seem like less of douche, but: A public service announcement: If one of the warnings you attach to your fic is "OOC" then you are doing it wrong..



* Does the show even realize this has to happen for the baby to be put up for adoption? Is this one of those fail things like how they think you can tell if it's a boy or a girl before you're even showing? Has no one on that writing staff ever been around someone pregnant at all? Why is there not a person whose job it is to say, "... dude, no, no, that is not how that works."? BURNING QUESTIONS.

Hey! Look! A post not about either of those dudes in that movie about the detective and his doctor friend!

( CLICK HERE. DO IT. SERIOUSLY. YOUR LIFE IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT THIS, AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT )


And now that you've seen that video, I suspect you can appreciate how very, very much I need a country singer J2 AU in my life. If you can't, well, I just don't know what to do with you. All the bars! And the guitar playing! And the pining and the singing and the calluses and the singing and the UST and the cheap beer and the hats and the tight jeans and the songs about heartbreak and the LOVE.

Please, please, please, please. I want. OMG. Please, fandom, please. Can I have it, please?

::makes grabby hands::

I didn't realize time had changed because all my clocks set themselves!

The transition is much smoother that way, really.

New mood theme! Oh, bandom, I love you. Ilyilyily.

Someone needs to write J2 pretend boyfriends fic. I call not it!

OMG I finally, finally, finally got to watch this weeks SPN. God, I love this show. The banter! The boys. The expressions Sam makes! They way he looks at Dean with a stupid grin and heart eyes. HEART EYES.

I'm not even kind of exaggerating. That's what's so awesome.

But.

But the beginning of the episode made me really, really, really want that, like, 1920's silent film actor J2 AU. ( THINK OF HOW AWESOME IT WOULD BE! )

Seriously. Where is this fic? I need it in my life. HELP ME, F-LIST I BEG YOU. My soul is crying for silent film actor au fic!


I was thinking earlier (again) about my fic kinks. The things I just can't turn down/ turn away from/ not love. UST is totally on the list. It's like pining, but hot like Spencer Smith before the pornstache (wtf, Spencer Smith, for real?) I like me some pining, too. UST, pining, accidentally boyfriends/married, roadtrip fic and wallsex.

I like my crack fic sexpollen flavored, too. IDEK.

Probably I should go to bed and leave you all alone. Hmmmm....

HI! This is just a note to let you all know that I have not died or disappeared again.

How do people make moving into, like, something they can do in one afternoon? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS. My (new!) living room is currently PACKED FULL of boxes. My bed is still in pieces. I still have pots and pans and the contents of my (old!) fridge and like the last half of my (old!) closet left to move.

And then cleaning. CLEANING! Ugh. I hatehatehate that.

I think next time I move i might just leave everything and start all over. OMG it is so hard. I hurt in all kinds of weird places.

And, you know, it might not be helped by the fact that instead of, uh, cleaning last night I may have kind of, you know, gone to a friend's house for her birthday and gotten a good enough buzz that I ended up crashing on her couch.

I'm still thinking about writing the epicapocaweather!Sam/Dean. And a romance novel Brendon/Ryan. (What? Bandom owns me, flist, I apologize to everyone but miss_charmed, since I'm pretty sure it's all her fault.) Maybe a romance novel Brendon/Spencer, too. And a Shawn/Gus ficlet that I'm gonna go ahead and say is musesfool's fault, I dunno what it would be about other than bitching about the incorrect use of the word "literally" because I kind of love it when Gus is a grammar bitch.


I only ever have fic ideas when I can't write/should be doing something else. Woe. Woe and alas.

So, anyway, not dead. Still moving. Will have pictures when the house is in some kind of order.

I miss the internet.