dogdaysofsummer 2009: Masterlist

( 30 stories, mostly about boys falling in love on beaches )

Today is Int'l Pimp sodamnskippy Day! Oh, yes. The epic, beautiful (albeit fictional) love between Mike Carden (disheveled, sexy guitarist of The Academy Is. . .) and Kevin Jonas (the oldest and very best of the Jobros). Mike/Kevin is a recent phenomenon, stemming from a story in skoosiepants' giant bandom/SGA universe, Adsorption. It's sort of exploded from there.

There is no canon basis. They've probably never been in the same room together. Kevin is apparently engaged to a girl. None of these things matter, though, because the Mike/Kevin love is pure and true. Kevin appears to be sort of a massive, adorable failboat with the tendency to wear white jeans that emphazise his girly, girly figure and also things that glitter. Mike, on the surface, looks like he could kill you with his eyes, but according to recorded evidence on TAI TV, he's also sort of a dork. It's a classic love story.

Masterlist of fics at sodamnskippy

TAI TV at the official site

Breathing's Just A Rhythm, my schmoopy, shmoopy mpreg story.

Go. Hang around. Contribute to the goal to get 200 members. Spread the ~*love*~.

It turns out my Stats teacher replaces our lowest test grade with whatever we get on our final, so! ALL IS NOT ACTUALLY LOST!

And I just won this round of gossipink! I'm super honored, because all the entries were fantastic. I'm reposting my fic here. It's all moody and heterosexual and features desk sex, which is possibly one of the hotter ways for sex to be had. Gossip Girl is getting crazier than normal, though. Threesomes! Threesomes with the girl who played Lizzie McGuire on my television! (Also, I fell asleep last night and sadly missed out on seeing Lady Gaga, who I've developed a love for. She's like everything Madonna ever tried to be, only cooler, and with more girl kissing.)

Originally posted here.

guess i'm young (but i feel so weary)

R
Gossip Girl
Chuck/Blair
2000 words
originally written for gossipink; challenge winner ♥

Two hours outside city limits and a sunrise over a smoggy skyline, Blair realizes this isn't going to be a day trip. The radio is playing white static noise over smooth concrete, and Chuck doesn't move at all, hands gripping the steering wheel. She hmm's and sighs and pulls her legs up to rest them on the dashboard, dress rucking up over her thighs.

"I'm here against my will." she reminds him, angling her head to check her hair in the rearview mirror.

( day after day, i get angry, and i will say that the day is in my sight when i take a bow and say goodnight )

Today, I failed a Statistics test and had a panic attack on the way home. I've only had a panic attack once before in my life, and this one was way worse. It would have been different if I hadn't studied a lot for the test, because I've done that before, and I was upset but not terribly. But I did study; I studied a lot, but I blanked and couldn't remember how to do anything or any of the equations, and then I couldn't breathe.

Also, my MC is a step away from trying to kill himself, and I'm pretty sure I need to not be writing this novel right now. I think I might start writing a few smaller, less depressing things instead and count it as an unofficial win that I wrote anything original.

Basically, right now, FML. D:

But, hey, good things: I have a Doctor Who special to watch, and I'm going see my best friend's little sister play Fern in Charlotte's Web, and there are meteor showers later tonight, and an Amanda Palmer concert this Sunday! And no homework, thank goodness. So all is not lost, except in Statistics, but that's okay. Who needs math in real life, anyway? I've already decided to quit school and become a wayward drifter. I would be willing to entertain the idea of a BAND of wayward drifters, if you want to tag along. . .

I just added a few scenes and fixed up the sentences. . .also, Mr. Gaiman, Ms. Palmer, do not google yourselves, oh god. I do this with love and admiration D:

(I’m in one of my pits of despair stages of NaNo, but I’ll get back into it eventually. Maybe. I hope.)

how secretly you’ve come

pg13
1500 words
neil gaiman/amanda palmer
disclaimer: this is fiction, and no offense is intended! random sandman references (specifically the song of orpheus) are credited to neil gaiman.

They tell the world that they're dating, which should probably be some kind of grand romantic gesture, but nobody's surprised. He makes Amanda hold his hand in public, and she pulls him into corners and kisses him with teeth, and he's having trouble meeting deadlines.

( i knew that you had a flame in your heart )

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO RIVETED TO C-SPAN IN MY LIFE. I have also never refreshed ontd_political this many times. AND I AM ALSO SUPER FUCKING ANGRY ABOUT THIS ABORTION AMENDMENT. RAHM NEEDS TO TAKE THESE FUCKERS DOWN >:(

Seriously, though, C-Span. I'm both bored and on the edge of my seat.

ETA: IT PASSED! :D :D :D :D

THIS IS A LITTLE LATE. I've written 500 words of the first two, and I can't decide, and there's no way in hell I'm writing two novels this month. Vote! And if you have over 10,000 words now (oh dear god, tresa_cho), don't talk to me then I secretly think you're a robot.
Poll #1479586 nanowrimo, oh god, oh god, oh god
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 8

WHICH NOVEL SHOULD I WRITE? *__*

Has November already killed your soul?

I was either going to be a cowgirl or Oscar Wilde, but I settled on cowgirl because I have the boots and don't have appropriate Wildean trousers or a green carnation. I hope you all get lots of candy and inspiration for your NaNo novel (OH MY GOD, NANOWRIMO.)



eta: fandom Hallowe'en suggestions: read and write some political drabbles at rahmbamarama, read skoosiepants' Mike/Kevin werewolf AU, or remember the good old days with the Halloween chapters of shoebox_project. Oh, man. I still believe in commas. I do, I do.

I wrote a bit of Neil Gaiman/Amanda Palmer anonymously, here, if you're interested. I'm going to eventually expand what I have there to something a lot bigger. If you know of any specific canon events between them to include, that would be really appreciated (or if you happen to have a Tori Amos characterization, because she just came out as Neil's sassy BFF when I wrote her :D).

In other news, scholarships asfdfsdf;sdfjse. I didn't get asked back for a second interview for one, but I'm still waiting on hearing back for the super exclusive honors program for UT that I interviewed for last week. At this point, I want to give everything up and go to community college and take lots of long, long naps.

Also, my legs hurt from all the silly scene kid dancing I did at the All Time Low concert, because you had to jump around to keep from getting an elbow to the face. Mosh pits are funny when the people don't know how to mosh, even though I think I was totally violated more than once that night. But Cassie from Hey Monday is still tiny and sweet and badass, and I'm almost completely sure that the lead singer and the guitarist from All Time Low kissed at some point, though I only caught it for a second before I was pulled back into the mass of sweaty teenagers. :DDD

Just posting a link to 5_4_3_2 from here, so the fic will be tagged with my others. I'm too unorganized to keep a list. Sorry if you've seen this three times! <33

i'm actual

1000 words
icarly
pg13
spencer shay gen, a hint of seddie
warnings for: cross-dressing of the girly underwear variety, socko
prompt: sophie marceau

“Dude, you’re hot,” Socko says, “in, like, a manly way. When did this happen?”

List!

1. SO, OUR PRESIDENT GOT THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE. That's pretty sweet. \o/

2. Currently, I am working on applying to the University of Tennessee at Knoxville and Chattanooga, Maryville College, and Hollins University. Hollins is a badass women's college in Virginia with an amazing Creative Writing program. I just found it, and it appears to be the college of my soul. They have teas! And examine feminist literature! And have a class about cyborgs. CYBORGS.

3. Scholar's Bowl has started again, and I'm totally unofficial captain. My voice is a little too soft, so I'll have to work on being authoritative and loud and things.

4. I made a fanmix! Including poorly made cover art, because in the same way that I can't dress myself, I have no idea how to make pleasingly designed things.

5. All Time Low/Hey Monday/We The Kings concert with Kerri soon! Oh, pop punk. I don't much about any of them except for some songs and the fact that Cassadee Pope is tiny and adorable in a weird, scene way.

THE "i've always wanted to tell you" MEME

(Do it. Doooooo it.)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

(Written for an awesome, persistant anon at anon_lovefest. I’m only a little bit ashamed that this exists. Only a little. Also, it's a little erratic and kind of rough, so if you see any errors, feel free to point them out.)

Breathing’s Just a Rhythm

PG13
3000 words
TAI & Jobros
Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden
Warnings for: MPREG in a universe where mpreg is normal. Holy god.
High School AU: "Word on the street is that you're bearing the fruit of my good friend's loins." William says, draping himself against Kevin’s back, and Kevin considers the logistics of crawling inside of his locker and dying.

( say it in your mind until you're sure to get it right: this is why we fight )

I barely made it through the Emmys. But I did it for you, Neil Patrick Harris. I did it for you.

Oh, yeah, and this is one of those iCarly fics I warned you about mentioned. I would explain the show more indepth, but I’m. . .not going to. Carly is sweet, Sam is a badass, Freddie is a-fucking-dorable, and Spencer is Carly's brother/guardian who may or may not be really, really kinky. There’s a webshow and some wacky hijinks. Everyone has weird sexual tension with everyone. :)

different names for the same thing

PG
iCarly
1700 words
Sam/Freddie
Future-fic: They don’t plan a lot for the last iCarly, even though Spencer spent six hours redialing the Woodland Park Zoo (trying to get a lion or “at the very least, man, a penguin. Can you not lend me one little penguin?”), and Sam showed up at the apartment the day before with a bag full of firecrackers and a shifty look on her face.

( you've wrung me out too too too many times )

Written for the summer round of fandomcommerce (which you should go join! ), for mizzmoonyluver. I've never even really considered writing anything violence and/or horror-related (except for two chapters of a female serial killer novel which will not be discussed :|), so this is pretty new.

if they should take me

R
Harry Potter
Regulus/Barty/Bellatrix
Warnings for: violence (torture, including children), squicky werewolf things, D/s, incest,
"You'll have to learn to deal with this." Barty says, crawls over him to rest his weight over Regulus' body, their bones lined up. "War is messy. You have to learn how to get messy." 
 

I would just like to warn you all ahead of time (I think maybe three people actively read my eljay now. All of you.) that I am in a funky writing mood. So, like, if over the next month I happen to post six iCarly* fics and some Jenny Owen Youngs/Amanda Palmer/Neil Gaiman** and a story about Kevin Jonas carrying Mike Carden's child***? You shouldn't be awfully surprised.

Basically. I think I might break my streak of never going to school events and go to the next home football game if I start feeling less. . .icky, because, yeah. I need to get out of my house more. It's just that there's been both mutant-death-virus icky as well as angsty-moping-depressed-insomniac icky, so. Organized sporting events never seem too appealing when my mood drops dramatically or when I can't quite stand up without swaying.

Mmm, also, I watched the VMAs last night because I have certain obligations to my guilty pleasure pop music (I appreciate Gabe Saporta. In more than one way****), and I still don't understand Taylor Swift*****. Where is the fascination? Maybe it's because I'm not in seventh grade, so songs about being the sad girl who hates cheerleaders and is in love with the jock are kind of irrelavent by this point. But I was listening to Ani Difranco and riot grrls in seventh grade, so. Maybe I am not the person to judge this.

And now I'm going to the doctor so they can explain the weird red circle that's appeared on my neck.****** Fun times.

*That show is fucking adorable. And weirdly inappropriate. Oh, and hi, new iCarly friends!
**That one doesn't exist, except in my head, because of a random JOY tumblr post. Uhm. Someone who isn't me should get on this. I'm so, so scared of trying to write Neil Gaiman. >>
***Uhm. This one does exist. It exists a lot. It has 1000 words and a dancy soundtrack.
****Oh, yes. In that way.
*****Kanye West does kind of suck as a person, though. I felt bad for her.
******My best guess is alien abduction.

This is. . .not what I intended my first bandslash to be.

sugar never tasted so good

pg13
panic! at the disco & the young veins
brendon/spencer/ryan/jon
dairy queen au: “ryan and spencer are doing sexy things to each other.” he says, leaning into jon’s side and making big, sad eyes at him until he ruffles brendon’s hair and slides an arm around his shoulders.

“without you?” he asks.

( what a feeling that's begun, what a feeling that's begun )

The WIP Meme Of All The WIPs Ever.

Because there’s a fair to certain chance I will never finish half of these.

( Harry Potter )

( Gossip Girl )

( House )

( Bandom & Indie Bandom )

( National Treasure )

( Brideshead Revisited )

( Friends )

( HAVEMERCY )

( A Great and Terrible Beauty )

( Psych )

( Scrubs )

I also think there are some Shakespeare and Tamora Pierce fics somewhere, as well as one paragraph of Jenny Owen Youngs/Amanda Palmer, but they appear to be hidden.

We left my brother at Maryville College today. Now, instead of being mostly ignored, I will get all of my parents love&attention just in time for applying for college. Oh my god. Do not want.

DAD: *five thousand questions about dual enrollment courses*
ME: I just. . .can I just finish eating lunch?
DAD: *five thousand more questions*
ME: I don't know, I just. . .
MOM: *thousand other questions he forgot*
ME: I JUST WANT MY SANDWICH.

Otherwise, Spanish is fun (buenas noches, f-list!), and I dropped Speech to pick up Psychology, which is awesome like a fucking awesome thing. I'm all *chinhands* and interested for the whole lecture. Humans are cool! Also, I have so much to write now, because I've had this rush of RL stuff, and I'm about two weeks late on dogdaysofsummer. But I just have to write some interesting gore-like opening scenes to finish off my fandomcommerce story before, and I'll be done with that, at least! ♥

Finally, to end this useless post, I'm trying to read more things this year that don't involve pop punk bands, so a tiny cut involving The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera: ( Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love. )

Uhm. I definitely had an awkward girl!sex dream last night. It wasn’t even awkward in a bad way, it was awkward in a really giggly, cute, ‘hi, we’re really bad at oral sex, but we’re also adorable and in ~*love*~’. And then somehow, in the dream, my mother knew about it? And my friends wrote me a letter saying that they loved me for who I am and that I am a precious flower. And then they drew me a comic book about safe sex! Which maybe actually sounds like something they would do.

I. . .think my subconscious is maybe telling me to stop repressing things? But I will be. . .repressing that for now :3

eta: dogdaysofsummer started today! my first entry: in minutes when your face has the shape of my palm.