Oh. Looks like I missed New Years. :shrug:

My resolutions are:

1. Now that I've fully succumbed to bandom and accepted my shame for it, I will freely post of sparkly unicorns and randomass celebrities I look up on Youtube when the urge hits.
2. My sparkly to life-sucks blogging ratio will be highly skewed to the former as I will SHAPE UP and be less of a loser at her chosen profession. Less of a loser = less guilt = happier posts. Equal signs are easy math.
3. I will post my awful attempts at fanfiction despite the fact that they are NOT PERFECT. Yes f-list, you will have the jumpstart option to de-friend me to avoid lots of bandom references and wordswordswords.
4. Which leads me to: I WILL STOP BEING SUCH A FUCKING PERFECTIONIST. No, seriously. This would improve my life and the lives of everyone around me so tremendously.

I have two story ideas in the works--okay, three: one manga, two bandom: the Koori crackbaby fic which has been in the works forever, and two Pete/Patrick stories which have taken over my brain.
Pete/Patrick 1: Fiona Apple's I Know, iTunes Originals version
Awesome song. A little vulnerable, a little resigned, a little bitter; wise and naive at the same time; but through it all, a rare kind of understanding for someone you love and have loved for a long, long time.

And when the crowd becomes your burden/And you've early closed your curtain/I'll wait by the backstage door )

Pete/Patrick 2: Pete goes to therapy for his imaginary friends. Dark creations. BOOTCAMP. Oh man, I'm so excited for this one.

And also, I might have committed fanfic for my fiction workshop class. But. Okay, so they're brothers, right? THERE IS NO BETTER YOUNGER BROTHER NAME THAN MIKEY AND NO BETTER OLDER BROTHER NAME THAN GERARD.
This is shitty, and yeah, so I upload songs that amuse me GREATLY. Bandom, why are you so sparkly and happy?

SO. This is a post of silliness and music, because I found some gems the other day. And by gems, I mean GEMS I FIND INFINITELY AMUSING and while I hope you, do, too and we can share one weird sense of humor, universe (but I think we already do).

AUs! I love AUs!:

Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork?
by Chiodos

It's llike My Chemical Romance with some cabaret Panic! at the Disco-esque flourish (and a little Fall Out Boy's Pete Wentz's random emo poetry/screamo background), where a young Gerard sings a little like Brendan Urie but with his usual emotive vocal athletics and crunchy guitar in the back. (But the singer--and the band, actually reminds me a lot of My Chemical Romance, just--younger sounding. Mhmm, jailbait.)

Lexington. (Joey Pea-Pot With A Monkey Face)
by Chiodos
MCR's "I don't love you"-like lyrics with some head-bobbing horns and dramatic!piano & strings that remind me of a song off FOB's Infinity album, and an insinuation that this band is also into show tunes.

AND, OH. OH. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus is BAD PETE/PATRICK FANFIC.

The're like, Fall Out Boy--the badfic versions of themselves. In SONG FORM.

They sound *exactly* like early Fall Out Boy--well, except crappier, around/right before From Under the Corked Tree, but with ADDED BAD GAY maded especially for Pete/Patrick with lyrics like:

The moon is shining bright
The mood is feeling right
I'll kiss you on your neck
People will stare but we won't care

Damn Regret on Mediafire

Oh, and Pete's angst as Patrick tries to persuade him that Pete doesn't *really* love him like *that,* because Patrick is lovably obtuse that way?
lyric snippet! Damn regret / I'll try to forget.... )


Oh! And soundtrack to ANGST fic!: Cat and Mouse on Mediafire

Like...Patrick has cancer! But he can't let Pete know because it'll ruin the band! And he doesn't go to chemo and he gets sick and needs radiation and maybe he gets MORE issues about his hair and this is what Pete says to him at the climactic moment!:

We made plans to grow old, believe me there was truth in all those stories that I told.
Am I supposed to be happy?  )


It's every single earnest, so fucking TRU it HURTS stories you've ever read by the time youo're 13, except it's somehow both better AND worse to hear "Pete" singing at you that:
This doesn't change the way i feel about you or your place in my life. (please don't cry)
Cant you see I'm dying here a shot of broken heart that is chased with fear?
Angels cry when stars collide I can't eat and I can't breathe I wouldn't want it any other way.

(There are song breaks, but I feel that there is extra badfic Pete if I left it smushed together like that.)


And one more under cut, gen. )

Aaand, I think I'm officially delirious with sleep deprivation again. Nap time.


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