this is a love song in my own way

Oh, hai, this is me.

I'm one of those stubborn and (probably) stupid people who refuse to either leave lj entirely, or go friends only. Occasionally I will f-lock a personal post or something, but in general, I'm remaining open for business. :)

Because more than anything I believe in the right to free speech.

And if I want to use that right to write fanfiction; porny, smutty or otherwise culty, so be it.

It's not always reader-friendly, it's sometimes ethically and morally questionable and it may or may not be an invasion of privacy and/or copyright infringement. When the world decides whether it is or it isn't, I'll be here, waiting.


( Fic Masterlist )

Anyone in/near Bris who wants to go to the FOB show at the Entertainment Centre but doesn't have a ticket, or wants another Front GA standing one?

Drop me a line I can put you in touch with someone who's willing to sell it for below cost, because she won tickets as well.

:-)

Okay, so, just a warning? This is going to be epic. For me, anyway. And it’s not all being posted at once, because I’ve got about a thousand words to go and I’ve gotta have all my wisdom teeth out tomorrow, but I’m impatient so *there*, have a teaser anyway.

Warning: contains an always-female Cash Colligan. If that’s not your thing, if het sex (only R in this part) isn’t either, then back away. If you know anyone named in this fic, you know where to find the back button. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. :-)

( In which Cash Colligan is nobody’s fair maiden, Cassadee Pope is hellspawn, Patrick is awesome, Brendon is completely clueless, Cash isn’t much better, Ian’s hair is the best thing since sliced bread, life isn’t like a fairytale and Gabe is... well, Gabe. )

Well, not literally. (I wish.)

But I write fic about it, yes?

Well about 3 thousand odd words into my Cash/Singer fic I realized hey, y'know what would be awesome? If Cash Colligan were female.

Because she'd be a complete camwhore except how that totally doesn't mean she's easy; she wouldn't take shit from anybody and has bad ink and she plays bass, bitches, and skates in circles with Brendon in parking lots and bonds with Gabe and the Cobra over their collective crazy. Pete Wentz sends her bad hoodies in bright colours and she wears them with pride and won't listen to anyone who talks shit about them, okay?

*headdesk*

So, anyone up for a 10k (so far) beta job soon?

More girl!Spencer, at long last!

Inspired by repeated viewings of The Black Parade is DEAD! and Kitty's story of the Maxwell show.


Warning for gratuitous fluff, canon-timeline smudging of epic proportions and ... well, Spencer as a girl.


If that sounds like your cup of tea, then continue onward, dear friend!


( stay right here (someone out there loves you) )

Bren doesn’t really believe in happy endings anymore, except for in Disney movies. But if she were to have one, this would be how it’d start.
Part one of the sequel to Good Girls Don't (But I Do)

(  i’m putting out the lantern )

It's a Wolfmother reference. If you don't know who they are - you should.

Aussie Rock all the way. I have a whole Wolfmother-CV storyline mapped out in my head. I'm not sure how it fits into the Wentz-dominated idea of CV, but hey, I'll write it for me and whoever else will bother to read it. Wolfmother won Grammys! Andy Stockdale is an Aussie rock god! He's cute and charming and charasmatic and funny and I would totally Believe in him! Andy fired his band because they didn't have enough dedication to the music!

In other news, I so have writer's block. I blame assignments. And uni. And the Bren/Ray that won't get out of my head and onto the paper.

So if you're reading, tell me what you want to read more of! Give me a prompt, a question about one of my stories, something else you wanted to read about them, a happily ever after I never gave.

so there's this band called the cab, right?

They're young and pretty and awesome and they make music. I wrote cultverse about them.

They have this album, Whisper War? Well, I've been playing it constantly for the past few... okay, since it came out. And the more I listen to it, the more it makes me want to write fic.

More thecab cv, coming lj's way very soon :-)

the CAB cultverse, so usual warnings apply. Don't say I didn't warn you!

All lyrics quoted are by the Cab, scattered and random songs. I don’t know which of them writes the lyrics but I've said Cash and Singer. Some quotes are real, others not. Pictures stolen from various picspams and primers (too many/various/unknown to credit, if it's thanks to you, you've my eternal gratitude).

If you think this is real you're either insane or a convert. Red pill / blue pill.

( stop asking; keep dancing )

I am writing The-Cab-gets-seduced-into-cultverse-fic.

*headdesk*

They are babies! All young and impressionable and sweet, and Cash is just too perceptive for his own damn good!

I just hope I don't go straight to hell.

I really do.

Let's talk about Keltie Colleen. No, wait, let's hear her talk. Go here to do that.

Involvement in bandom is one thing, fic-writing is another, but when people go out of their way to hurt/say horrible things about people like Keltie Colleen, it makes me feel ashamed of those people, that they'd call themselves Panic fans. I am a Panic fan. I've waited in line to see these boys play music, I've stood in a crowd of screaming girls to say hello and see them safely onto their bus. I've seen Jon smile in person. I'm a Panic at the Disco fan, and this means I respect them. I think it's none of my business who Ryan dates, and just because it's not me doesn't mean I wish him or people he loves any kind of ill will. It baffles and annoys the hell out of me that people would go to the extremes they've gone to:


Thank you to every person that has reached out to me to say hello, and remind me to keep my chin up. I think you are very sweet people to take the time out of your life to make me smile. To those of you who said something nice to me so I would write back and then went and posted those things on some journal somewhere, stole my pics, stalked me, or my friends, made fake screennames and made me out to be a complete bitch, made fake profiles for me, my friends, or my friends pets in order to dig up dirt on me, those of you who called my agent, tried to change the password on my email accounts, ect ect ect. You have caused me many tears. Little known fact, you actually cost me a great job (seems networks don’t want you hosting a show when "Keltie Colleen is a whore" is the 3rd thing that pops up on google). I have tried my hardest to be kind and respond to these things with grace and some sort of dignity.

I wish that I could explain to you, to everyone, the results of these thoughtless actions. From me, a nobody, to people who are actually really famous. These websites, and blogs and tabloid magazines seem so harmless. It seems like such a joke. But this joke isn’t funny.


I've checked out Keltie's myspace, and the one she made for her and Ryan's dog Hobo. She's shared her pictures, her blogs to the world, knowing that people outside her circle of friends/relatives etc would see them, and many of us have squee'd over these little glimpses into Ryan Ross' life. I've been pointed in that direction via links I've found in bandom, and though part of me felt slightly stalkerish for doing so, I've still gone and looked. I've given in to the inclination to want to know more about the people writing music that I love, and other people doing the same thing has lead to invasions of privacy from some fans. There's a lj-comm called ihatekeltie. It has members. Someone's actually taken the time of day to create this community, and others have joined it. Personally, I don't feel I have the right to form an opinion on one Ms. Keltie Colleen. I don't know her - she happens to be dating a boy in a band that I listen to. She makes him smile, and that makes me happy. End of story.

I'm sure that if I was in her position I wouldn't respond to such negative reaction with such a mature and level-headed response.


This is my reminder that we are all human, we are all in this together. This is a reminder that no one is perfect, and think for a minute if someone was sitting for hours on the internet trying to dig up all your garbage. What would they find? Think about the Karma that will come back to you, now, and years from now. [...]

Please leave me alone. I am sorry I put some things out there. I will do my best to keep to myself and calm my attention loving side to a dull roar. Mostly just, let us all live in peace and love eachother.

K

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Hello f-list! You guys - you are awesome.

Thankyou so much for the comments and the emails and the virtual flowers someone emailed (step forward to claim your prize, whoever you are!). You guys rock. Not only that, but when I finally managed to get to the computer I find out that I've been nominated twice over at bandom_awards! Way to make a girl feel loved, people! So, yeah. Thnks fr th awesome, and hopefully there'll be fic posted soon?

Watch this space. :)

Under orders from the lady herself (hehe) I've been instructed to send greetings and apologies (except that I'm not a livejournal user so if I screw this up I'm sorry!). I am the one commonly known as Jules, and the one commonly known as Roxy is kind of... well, let's just say she had another run-in with a car. (She really needs to find friends who can drive.)

But fear not, because she's only got two broken ribs and some really, really intense bruising all down her left side from where their car hit the guardrail. So while Rox isn't sitting up or, you know, *breathing* without difficulty, her 25 days of christmas shall go unposted, though she promises that eventually emails will get sent and every day's piece will get posted in the end.

At the moment, though, our baby girl needs sleep. She's thanking her lucky stars she's alive, is demanding her lj-fix even though she can't sit in front of the computer at the moment, and is writing porn in her head, though, so personally I think she'll be just fine. :)

- NJ.

Pete/ Patrick. 1500 words or thereabouts. Angst. Sex. NC-17.

(  Pete sees it as penance, in a way. )

( Day One: the t-shirt war '07 (the pointless, slightly sextended version) )

Thanks to everyone who volunteered for beta duties! You guys rock! I'll be sending stuff out as things (finally!) get finished up.

In other news - I'M GOING TO SEE MY CHEM TONIGHT!!

*does happy dance*

THREE DAYS TILL MYCHEM!!!!

*ahem*

So I'm doing a 25 Days of Bandom Christmas this year, right? That means I'll be posting a ... something every day, and some of these pieces will be quite long and involved, so I'm going to need a few people not afraid of a couple of thousand words to beta things for me.

Comments are being screened, if you're volunteering plz to be leaving me your email?

We're pretty sure now that we have a new Prime Minister. It's very nearly official, that Kevin07's Labor Party has won 83 seats (at present) in the Senate. I stood in line today (as every other Australian avoiding the massive fine for not doing so did) and voted. I did my part, so now excuse me while I get political for a bit.

Kevin Rudd is educated, but from a lower-class family and a younger, taller git than Howard was. Plus, he's been known to visit a strip club, which surprised the nation because we suddenly realized he might just be human and not just a robot. And he's promising a national high-speed broadband network, which is always of the good. Though I suspect he might just be trying to win more MySpace and Facebook friends. In addition to abolishing WorkChoices (the Howard-brainchild-workplace-agreements fiasco that could see me lose my award rate) Labor are also promising to ratify Kyoto, which Howard couldn't ever do because Bush not only doesn't want to, but doesn't know where it is. Rudd showed a real desire for reconciliation with the Indigenous people of this country, and (most importantly, in my opinion) say sorry.

All in all, we've still voted in a smug-looking nerdy glasses-wearing conservative whose main opponent is Peter Costello, which isn't really that much of a change.

But hey, here's hoping.

Also, I'm doing a 25 Days Of Christmas this year, during which I shall post a fic snippet/drabble/pointless-bit-of-pwp every day from Dec. 1st to 25th. *iz excited* I'm still a couple of days short in terms of ideas, so I'm taking requests and inspiration.