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stele3 @ 11:23am: Save the Bunnies!
sunsetmog has declared Bandom Appreciation Day, airgiodslv has declared WIP Amnesty (with one of the most chilling stories I've read in a while), so I'm gonna get in on the act by declaring this my own personal Save the Bunnies Day.

For today and today only, I am willing to write a drabble, a snippet, or a page from one of the many bunnies I have thrown at you guys over the years. I can't make any promises about length - I might only get out a 100 words or I might take off and write the full story.

I've tried to keep track of all my many bandom bunnies through Delicious, but there are also some unsaved ones under my "bunny" tag on IJ. If I've talked about a bunny with you over email, those are fair game too (as long as you don't mind me referencing personal email correspondence). And, well, there's always the Black Parade AU, but I think the less said about that the better.

So CHOOSE. But CHOOSE WISELY. >>>:)

bandslashman_lj @ 12:43pm: Before and After

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1464249.html

Title: Before and After
Author: desfinado
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey, MCR
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me; not making a profit.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest
Word count: 10,412
Summary: A minor obsession with bleach jobs and a lot of frottage.

Mikey can't stop thinking about this confidence that Gerard has. He knows, rationally, that it must have been years in the making, that it can't just be a stupid hair colour and cut, that Mikey can't be such an inattentive brother that he didn't really notice this until now.

( Before and After )

stele3 @ 10:07pm: Guys, can you send some prayers or good vibes or whatever the fuck my way? One of my childhood friends, who I've known since age 3, might have been at Fort Hood.

She's a nurse and I know she was heading down to Texas sometime soon to re-deploy - which means she might very well have been in the readiness center where the shooting took place.

I called her parents but they weren't answering their phone. I've emailed her sister, also a soldier. Haven't heard back yet.

bandslashman_lj @ 8:46pm: Your Silhouette (Dance on the Coast)

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1464059.html

Title: Your Silhouette (Dance on the Coast)

Author:longerthanwedo

Beta:melody_so_sweet

Pairing: Rydon

Rating: PG-13

POV: 1^st – Brendon’s

Summary: Your silhouette smiled. “I’m thinking how everything’s easier in the dark.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own the people, and the title/inspiration This Providence’s “Sand in Your Shoes”.
Author’s Note: A short, semi-sad standalone written for therydenrevival community.

Falling in love is easy to do.
 

ngaio @ 9:17pm: Day 5
Today I am lacking in topic again, but do not fear for tomorrow I am 75% likely to go to a Hip Hop Dance taster session at the gym and I'm sure that'll give me plenty of material to waffle. Incidentally I am so very much not hip hop material it's almost untrue, so it should be a bit of a surreal experience.

So - it's bonfire night. Huh. Had I been home I'd have seen some fireworks as I live less than 5 minutes from the town display but I'm not hugely fussed at having 'missed' them.

Aside from anything else I was walking home from the gym and texting Allegra (OK, often stopping to text as I have neither the coordination nor the spatial awareness to text and walk at the same time) with silly limericks and insulting Matt Di Angelo and stuff. She's part way up the M-something travelling back *up* from south of London having travelled *down* there today this morning. Funeral. Yeah.

Tomorrow is work colleague Lucy's partner's dad's funeral. And also the day they were meant to be picking up the keys to their first shared house. So that's a day of positives and negatives for her. I'm missing Lucy, she's been off this week and will be off next (because of preparing for the move and moving, organised before her partner's loss) and I need my partner in suffering and planning back. So much can be said with a shrug and an eye roll! Also when she comes back I don't have to log onto her computer to check things any more which means I don't have to type her password which is 'I love {partner's name}' which is good. Because I don't. I think that by and large he's a bit of an arse.)

Back to the fireworks. One of our cats doesn't like them. The other is completely unflustered by them and continues to sleep on Henry like a puppy or a baby, lying on his back with his paws in the air and a blissful expression on his face. This is the same cat I was muttering about on Twitter a few weeks ago who regularly falls out of my (upstairs) bedroom window. Silly thing.

The best firework display I ever saw was when I lived in Northampton where every August they had/have a balloon festival. You could go there 6am and 6pm and watch the balloons ascend (6am was amazing, because otherwise it was very quiet and still and just the roar of the {things that make hot air balloons go up that I can't think of the name of} and these huge multicoloured balloons rising into the sky. Anyway! - if you were there for the 6pm take off on the Saturday night if you stayed until 10pm (there were stalls and food and stuff of course) then there was also a fireworks display. So Henry and I found a quiet-ish spot and the summer evening and just lay on our backs on the grass and watched fireworks go off in the night sky. Beautiful.

bandslashman_lj @ 5:41am: Happiness is a warm puppy

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1463768.html

Happiness is a warm puppy
2045 words
Frank/Gerard

Summary: Frank, Gerard and Peppers: couch cuddles.

Notes: Beta by snarkyrainbow. For speep. Title by Charles M. Schulz.
Disclaimer: This is fiction.

and a handful of them is even better...

bandslashman_lj @ 3:07am: Like a Lifeline

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1463362.html

Like a Lifeline
spazzyskittles
Rating: PG-13
Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie
1st, Ryan's
Ryan can't sleep because Brendon left early.
I own the story but the real Brendon and Ryan own themselves.
pinkkchocolate but thanks for everything!
Ficlet 2 posted for rydenrevival. 808 words.

Like a Lifeline

bandslashman_lj @ 3:07am: Since Always

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1463286.html

Title: Since Always
spazzyskittles
PG-13
Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie
3rd, Brendon-centric
Oblivious boys in the rain.
I own the story but the real Brendon and Ryan own themselves.
pinkkchocolate sorry, about your blue screen of death.
Ficlet 1 posted for rydenrevival. 1060 words.

Since Always

bandslashman_lj @ 4:19pm: Fic: Two Men Operation (Spencer/Bob)

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1462720.html

Title: Two Men Operation
Rating: PG
Summary: Spencer Smith. Bob Bryar. Cupcakes.
Pairing: Spencer/Bob
Author's Note: Originally written for anon_lovefest . Spencer/Bob is my unicorn OTP and there needs to be more of it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, especially not Bob Bryar.

It all starts with Spencer's unhealthy Food Network habit...

ngaio @ 8:38pm: Day 4
Sorry, this one's topic is probably just going to be 'me' and 'random' because I'm a little knackered and unable to think of an actual subject to pontificate about.

Today's work environment included me emailing Roses (who I am renaming Allegra, just so you know) with the simple sentence: 'do you think she'd notice if my head exploded?'. Normally I try not to be too bitchy about work and colleagues (except Management, who deserve it) because goodness only knows I am irritating to them too I'm sure. But one colleague in particular tries my patience something chronic. What's very very irritating is that she *can* be lovely, understanding and pleasant. Unfortunately what she normally is is selfish, childish and entitled. With a side order of martyred.

So that's that bitchiness.

Good things today - Talking to Allegra and Dylan, remembering to be a friend and ask how they were and not just expect them to tell me. Also - Curry. And triple chocolate chunk butter shortbread. And coming home from the gym to sausages (97% meat) and chips. I do have to say that the SlimFast drink which was my breakfast was not a highlight of the day, but the fact that I had that rather than something else is good.

I exercised. Went to my first step class in around 6 months, and my first one at the new gym I joined. (They have a steam room so hot your nails sweat! And it has eucalyptus oil in the steam which, though I can't smell it, means I can really really breathe after being in there. Aside from the sharp lack of breath caused by the post-steam room cold shower. Urgh!) I didn't fall off the step and could do everything and keep up. Next time I need to exercise harder (I'm a great one for conserving energy, even in exercise classes) and maybe take the step up one level/block/height.

But now I can't move much, even without factoring in the large ginger cat who's been asleep on my right arm for the entirety of this entry.

bandslashman_lj @ 2:45pm: Various Ryden Drabbles

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1462339.html

Title: Various Drabbles
Author: ivesia19
Rating: Varies (is indicated for each story PG-R)
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd limited (switches between Brendon and Ryan)
Disclaimer: The boys belong to themselves (and possibly each other)

Includes:
1. The One in Which Ryan Tries to Surf. And Fails.
2. The One Where Ryan Takes a Train in Austria, and Brendon Smiles
3. The One Where Ryan is Sick, and Brendon Brings Soup
4. The One Where They Play Footsie at the Breakfast Table
5. The One Where Brendon Cuts Ryan’s Hair, and the Bathroom Sees Some Action

Various Drabbles

bandslashman_lj @ 5:43am: Fic: You Gotta Dance With Who You Came With

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1462241.html

Title: You Gotta Dance With Who You Came With
Author: arctic_grey
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 3rd, Brendon’s
Word count: 5,700
Summary: Brendon forgot about the prom but decides that it’s a rite of passage he cannot miss, and Ryan acts like the bitch that he is, only not really.
Disclaimer: Not real. Title belongs to my bud Craig Finn.
Author Notes: This was written for the rydenrevival of epic love, so have some schmoopy schmoopiness! Thanks to ivesia19 for taking a look at this for me, and thanks to spazzyskittles for betaing! <3

It is hardly a surprise that he hasn’t had any time to even consider the P word, especially lately when all he can think about is this stupid boy who can play guitar really well.

bandslashman_lj @ 11:00pm: Automatic Joy (Boys and Their Toys)

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1462012.html

Title: Automatic Joy (Boys and Their Toys)
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Jon is now drizzling lube on to his hand, not for himself, no, but for the bright red sex toy sitting next to him on the bed. Jon picks it up and it’s long, thick, perfect, it looks a little like Jon’s cock. Jon had ordered the toy after all and Ryan wouldn’t put it past him to order one that resembled himself.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and this is all totally fake
Warning: Use of a sex toy
Authors Notes: I recently found my prompt card for kink_bingo and decided to try my hand at one so I picked sex toys. Really, I blame this fic on This site. Part of the title and the cut belong to The Dresden Dolls song Coin-Operated Boy. Crossposted at stonersinlove the Jon/Ryan community!

Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy

stele3 @ 4:40pm: Drumming diary: Beautiful Day II
Man, the choruses are giving me problems. The snare goes ...2&......4....&2...3....4, the hi-hat pedal hits at 2 and 4, the eighth notes are on the bass drum, and the crashes change with each chorus. It's REALLY testing my four-way independent coordination: I find myself having to break it down and play two parts at once until my muscle memory kicks in, then trying to add a third part. That's going to be a long process. The good news is that once I get that down, the verses themselves are easy.

A word about muscle memory: essential. Even more so at higher levels of skill. Fast stuff like Green Day or My Chem, the drummer can't pause to breathe, let alone think about where hir limbs should be moving next. It has to be purely automatic. And sie has to have that same automatic memory for every single song in the set. It's not easy to say the least.

stele3 @ 1:07pm: Ficlet -- MCR gen - "Mr. And Mrs. Phallic Foodstuffs" - PG
Because this awesomeness could not go unficced. (And yes, I'm 90% sure that Frank the Banana picked out Bandit's costume.) I'm not sure about the others so this is all guesswork.

ngaio @ 9:47pm: Day 3
(This post is almost entirely phoebesmum's fault, just so you know.)

Sushi - (NB I am aware there seems to be some sort of sushi vs sashami terminology debate but no one has ever explained the difference to me and everything I talk about below has been sold to me as 'sushi' so that's what I'm going to say, sorry.)

Hands up who likes sushi.

Hands up who likes the sushi you get from Tesco or M&S or similar.

Hands up people who make their own sushi (I'll be coming round for your addresses later so you can teach me/feed me!).

I *love* sushi. But I like it to have raw fish which the supermarkets here don't do, it's all mackerel and tinned tuna and soft cheese (seriously, soft cheese in sushi - why?!).

Which is why one of my life's ambitions is to have *proper* sushi, made by and for Japanese people. Not Westernised. (I nearly had some a few weeks ago when I was in London but I looked at the menus and realised I probably wasn't allowed to go in and ask for one of everything so didn't. I had Chinese instead because that was an all you can eat buffet and therefore I *could* have one of everything!)

Of course this means that in theory at some point I'm going to have to experience wasabi. Which I normally avoid like the plague. Largely because spicy/hot things have a tendency to burn off my taste buds, leaving me unable to taste anything for some time. Since sushi tends to be fairly subtle in taste wasabi kinda defeats the point for me.

I'm also weird (amongst my friends, who to give them their dues are vegetarian, but who have a theoretical understanding of the appeal of fish-based sushi) in that I like the sushi that has the fish eggs on/in it. Little things which go *pop* in my mouth and give me a flood of taste? Sign me up!

... well that was random wasn't it?!

bandslashman_lj @ 3:12pm: Cancer, Drabble

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1461644.html

Title: Cancer [Drabble]
Author: Momo, candiedpeaches
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Waycest
Warnings: Character death
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Oh, my agony,
Know that I will never marry
Author's Note: I find fic on my USB drives.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Title belongs to Cancer by My Chemical Romance. Fake!Cut text belongs to Cancer by My Chemical Romance.

( Cause the hardest part is leaving you )

bandslashman_lj @ 10:35am: For All the Right Reasons (Standalone)

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1461352.html

Title: For All the Right Reasons
Author: ivesia19 and takkatakkatakka
Rating: R
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd person
Summary: High School AU. A look at a year in a relationship.
Disclaimer: We know that they aren't actually like this in real life, but that's their fault, not ours.
Beta: takkatakkatakka and ivesia19
Author Notes: This story is a prelude (of sorts) to this story, but you don’t have to read the other story to follow this. Special thanks to provetheworst for helping brainstorm May.

For All the Right Reasons

bandslashman_lj @ 8:36pm: Masterpiece (Aren't You Proud You're the One That Made Me?)

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1461018.html

Title: Masterpiece (Aren’t You Proud You’re the One that Made Me?)

Author: longerthanwedo

 Beta: melody_so_sweet

Pairing: Semi-Rydon

Rating: PG

POV: 3^rd: The artist is Ryan.

Summary: It had always been there. At first it was just an image; a passing flickering glimmer of a person in the artist’s shifting mind. This image, it came from the artist’s unconscious. It was the image of a man’s face; an unstable reflection, a visual replication of the artist’s mixed up feelings.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the people, and the title/inspiration comes from Meg & Dia’s “Masterpiece”.

Author’s Note: This is a kind of weird little thing I wrote. It’s not your typical fic by any means, but I hope you like it! Comments are so much love :)

Done by the hands of a broken artist ...
 

bandslashman_lj @ 7:02pm: bandslashmania @ 2009-11-02T17:59:00

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1460849.html

1-29 MCR (Frank and Gerard)
30-42 Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Ashlee Simpson-Wentz



HERE

bandslashman_lj @ 7:02pm: you taste like saltwater, the sea [ryan/brendon][s/a]

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1460551.html

Title: You Taste Like Saltwater, The Sea |  Rating: NC-17/R | Summary: They look back at of the little things that make them hurt and make them bleed. Ryan can't forgive himself, Ryan can't change what happened and he knows it's too late. They're not the same anymore, but he can still taste the sea on his tongue, in his lungs. Nothing's picture perfect.
Note: This is old-ish. I never posted it to satd, but I kind of liked it. This is a hurty piece, in which I didn't give it a happy ending. 5,387 words and I still didn't get everything I wanted to down.

( "I've got a headache," he mumbles, looking down at his bare feet. )

bandslashman_lj @ 3:26pm: bandslashmania @ 2009-11-02T18:22:00

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1460026.html

All That I Have To Show
Jon/Ryan | NC-17 | 1,406 words
Jon starts to suck a bruise on the protruding bones of Ryan's collarbone, mouth breaking the contact long enough to speak. "I want to ride you."

bandslashman_lj @ 3:26pm: green, green times

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1459753.html

green times, green green times
clumsygyrl and thelionforreal
for polybigbang, the polyamorous big bang challenge
fandom: bandom (Ryan/Spencer, Brendon/Ryan/Spencer, Pete/Patrick, Gabe/VickyT/Travis/Greta, Joe/Jon)
rating: nc.17
notes: when we started this fic, Panic at the Disco was one band and not two, and Cash was still a member of the Cab. if that tells you anything. lots of thanks to our betas - lovelypoet, afterthefair, & siryn99 thank you for reading about ridiculous rom com stoned dudes and girls and offering awesome critique and support. we really appreciate it! <3
summary: sometimes when Dazed and Confused and Empire Records and Wayne's World love each other very, very much and decide to make a baby - Joe Trohman ends up with a not for profit medicinal marijuana dispensary and a gay matchmaking yenta (sort of) in Brendon Urie.
word count: 19k+
warnings: we're not saying you have to be chemically altered to read this fic, but y'know. we don't advise against it or anything. also, do we need to warn for Snoop Dogg?


part one
part two

smoke rolls in like fog (green, green times mix) by clumsygyrl & thelionforreal

ngaio @ 7:33pm: Day 2
When I went to senior school my school building was amazing. It was only my building for the first three years of senior school, there was another building a couple of streets away which was the upper school building. As it was my school merged with another and though I did have three years in the Poulton Street building the year below me moved for their third year to a nasty 1970s breeze block monstrosity about ten minutes away.

But *my* building was the Poulton Road site. There was a very logical reason that it was the building left behind in the move as it were, it had been built as a temporary building ... in 1921. But it was lovely building, full of heart and character. It was red brick to around thigh height and then horizontal wooden slats which started out goodness only knows what colour but had weathered through the last 80-odd years to almost black. The roof tiles were terracotta (coloured anyway) and the windows were white.

( This is the only photo I can find online right now )

Obviously by the time that photo was taken the old girl was coming apart at the seams but she always did have her foibles. During high winds (and my home town is on a peninsula, trust me, you got high winds!) the internal walls which were wooden slats moved backwards and forwards, very disconcerting if you were leaning against one as my dad found out one parents' evening. Also if the wind and rain were in the 'right' direction certain desks got 'snowed' on with wet sand.

The building had an internal courtyard which I never went in, the regular hoi poloi were not allowed. But one of the Deputy Heads kept bees in it, and sometimes I would look up from my maths work to see him and some of his students (from the 'mental extension', a metal addition to the back of the building which housed the kids with learning difficulties and which nearly resulted in me not having the top of my right thumb) working at the hives. Goodness only knows it wouldn't be allowed now. But because of this lack of attention the courtyard was largely overgrown and full of flowers and wildlife which suited the building well.

Because of the slope of the ground the school had levels, despite being all on one floor. You would go along a corridor and up six steps to be able to turn right and then along and up again. Logically there must also have been some down as I'm sure I'd have noticed going to school in an Escher drawing, but I only remember going up! It led to the occasional odd situation where, the French and woodworking classrooms being, slightly inexplicably, linked by a door, you could open the door and see that the French classroom was about 3 feet above the woodworking room. I can't for the life of me remember whether you just jumped down/up (as no one ever *used* the door, we all used the corridor) or whether there was a short flight of steps.

It was the type of school where had I been informed that there was a doorway to Narnia hidden around the place I would not have been at all surprised.

bandslashman_lj @ 10:55am: Empires Text Only Icons

http://community.livejournal.com/bandslashmania/1459530.html

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