I'm going back to school pretty soon and, subsequently, the pre-back to school jitters are here. I may get to take my car up, which would probably make all the difference between a good year and the misery that was last year. Work is gonna let out pretty soon too, which thank god, because let me tell you, lifeguarding a bunch of squealing kids all day long in the heat that has been this summer is not my idea of a good time anymore. I literally can't take it anymore.
On a totally different note, this is just something I really need to get off my chest.
I have some pretty intense jealousy issues. I’m…not proud of them at all. I get pretty nasty when it gets out of hand; I lash out at people, I’m mean and rude, and it literally churns my stomach to have to hear about them, etc. I really sicken myself sometimes, and I wish I could change it or make it go away, but that fucking jealousy is always there. There are these people that are luckier or more talented or pretty much just all-around better than me and I just make myself sick. I've always wanted to be someone that others can look up to and rely on, but I don't think I'll ever be that awesome kind of person. I'm just delusional.
*sigh* I don't think I can ever read another piece of fanfic without saving a copy of it for fear of it being deleted. ;~;
Summary:Mikey and Frank don't go anywhere without a suitcase full of sex toys and a fully-stocked first aid kit.
Warning: severe lack of porn despite the discussion of various sex toys.
Author's Notes: Done for this prompt at bandom_meme on DW. Sorry for the lack of porn. :P
Cross-posted to AO3.
( I can hear the vibrator going off in the bag and I’m pretty sure the disinfectant spray exploded while we were on the plane.Collapse )
...Except I'm not sure they're too conducive to my mental health. Ha. When I was a kid, I was utterly terrified of zombies. It started with Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island and continued with this motherfucker. Much as they scared me, I guess I was a little masochistic and I would just keep watching them. It got to the point where I would take hour long showers because I was convinced that zombies couldn't come near water. XD However, according to Scooby, that is untrue.
Anyway, it really sucks because A) I can't resist temptation and I will likely continue to torture myself with these fics and B) they're very well written! The first one actually had a sex scene that has already cemented itself as one of my favorites. But I always feel so lousy after reading them (though the one I just read now was softened by the Spongebob I have running in the back ground.) They leave me feeling just plain unnerved, which might just be a compliment to the writer, actually. They leave me feeling paranoid and edgy and kind of anxious which is really fucking weird. I've never read fanfic that got me this worked up.
...Well, worked up in the bad way. ;D
OMG, BAND GEEKS IS ON, I ALREADY FEEL BETTER.
So...comment? I wonder if anyone's out there.
Title: We've Got Forever Slipping Through Our Hands.
Summary: Gerard's skills as a baker turn out to be more practical than Frank thought. A Hunger Games fusion.
Warning: implied minor character deaths.
Author's Notes: I'm creating art for a Hunger Games crossover fic for bandombigbang & I loved it so much that I decided to dabble with THG myself. :D I haven't read beyond the first book though. :P Title take from Between Two Points by The Glitch Mob ft. Swan.
Cross-posted to AO3.
Disclaimer: I own no one. None of this happened.
( Yeah, tangled hair is gonna be the worst of my problems when we get out of here.Collapse )