Frequently lost in my own mind

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All fictions will remain public, random shenanigans and rambling are flocked to protect the innocent and my dignity. Please feel free to say hi anyway.

About me: 27. Canadian. I get excited about music, coffee, gray skies and rotary phones. I am often thwarted by household appliances. My favourite thing to do is laugh at myself.

This morning I found a fic on this journal that I couldn't even remember writing, let alone posting, so I decided that one large fic post would be necessary to my sanity, and also, a nice gesture for those attempting to navigate the mishmash of posts here. As I have learned, sometimes tags just don't cut it. My ability to organize still being fairly hopeless, the fics are ordered by fandom, and then listed oldest to newest.

( Supernatural, CW RPS, Boondock Saints, Pirates of the Caribbean Fiction )

Over the weekend hermette suggested a photo meme and while on my walk to get some veggies and a latte this afternoon I decided to try it out. I don't know how many days I'll manage, but starting tomorrow I'll be covering a five day indie music festival so I'll likely have way more interesting things/people to photograph.

( Onward to photographic evidence that I left my lair today! )

I honestly have no clue how this happened. Somehow even though I was crazy busy at work today I managed to write 3000 words of something that had no kink it for eledhwenlin's amazing KinkFest and then I came home and wrote another 2000 words and kink actually happened. But there is no ending! I got to a point where I knew it had to stop but I wasn't sure how and so I literally just wrote THE END. So, you know. Keep that in mind. Also, this has not been beta'd, so keep that in mind because if random typos and tense shifts are dealbreakers for you this is information you need.

Written for roebling's prompt: Brendon wants nothing more than to see highschool! or early Panic! Spencer in a pair of high heels. Spencer's willing to try, but once he's got the shoes on his feet and he's wobbling around he's sure he just looks like a huge fool. Brendon convinces him otherwise. ( Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | Warnings: Characters perform safe sex and unsafe sex, because kids still think that blowjobs don't count | 5000 words )

I have a huge post to make about my trip to NYC and the Panic show (spoiler alert: it blew my fucking mind) but this isn't it. I finally watched the first five episodes of Southland season three last night and I am having so many FEELINGS - is anyone else watching this show? I need to talk about how every episode breaks my heart!

Of course, if you want to comment about all the exciting Panic! things happening of late I will be delighted to talk about that too.

I've decided that in spite of a really dismal financial situation it makes total sense for me to ride a bus for 11 or so hours so that I can see Panic play the Bowery Ballroom on Feb 1. I am really excited for the show itself but also for NYC, which is a city I have dreamed of visiting since I was a nerdy 13 year old obsessed with Law & Order.

In the days and weeks preceding the G20 events in Toronto this weekend, a lot of people had concerns and quibbles with what seemed destined to be a total clusterfuck. A security zone that was going to be hell for anyone who lived or worked in the core area where residents and employees faced wire fences and cement blockades as early as June 7, though they were allowed to "pass freely" until June 25, when photo ID and additional documentation to support your need to enter the area could be requested. Businesses and consumers faced annoying closures. People also appeared a little pissed off about the $2 million fake lake the Tories had built, allegedly for photo ops. Of course, this wasn't the most shocking expenditure to come out of the G20 planning - in May, security costs for the G8 summit occurring in Hunstville, Ontario and the G20 in Toronto had climbed to $833 million, with Stephen Harper saying that the government was prepared to spend at least one hundred million more. This is 20 times the security costs reported for the 2009 G20 event in Britain. According to our illustrious leaders, this discrepancy is because Britain was not also hosting the G8 summit.

Which brings us to yesterday's event. Despite almost a billion spent on security, store fronts on Yonge, Dundas and Queen Street were vandalized and in some cases outright destroyed. Police cars were also vandalized, with at least two being set on fire. Unfortunately this violence was perpetrated by a small group of self-identified anarchists, and the police seem to recognize that most of the protestors were peaceful, at least until around 11 pm last night when riot officers moved in on what was described by present media and bystanders to be peaceful protest on Esplanade. Several protestors were arrested and one journalist, who identified himself to the police as reporting on behalf of the Guardian, was assaulted and arrested. Steve Paikin, a local current affairs journalist, reports events as he witnesses them on his Twitter account.

( Photos of the madness )

I don't have a political or philosophical view to espouse about any of this, but I'll be really glad to have the city I love back in one piece when all of the world leaders, tourists and protestors leave.

I wanted to write a Jon POV companion piece to Hello, I'm too tired to smile today and it basically turned into a week and a half of me torturing subterrain with emails that started out with "I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW" and then stalking her every move as she made comments in the google doc. She puts up with a lot in being my friend.

title: don't hold back, feel a little longer
rating: R, for salty language
words: 7610
summary: Jon keeps hoping that time will smooth out the sharp edges, but Spencer isn't going to wait anymore.
notes: This may or may not make sense if you haven't read Hello, I'm too tired to smile today

( don't hold back, feel a little longer )

A million years ago I was whining to subterrain that no one was writing the exact Jon/Spencer fic of my HEART and she said "OK. Tell me about this fic and I'll write it" because she's awesome, okay, she's just totally awesome. At the time I didn't even have words for how excited this made me because subterrain is the one who got me into bandom, totally indirectly, because our paths had never really crossed in fandom but we were living in the same city and a mutual LJ friend made intros and we were meeting for coffee so, naturally, I stalked her journal and the first thing I saw was her Bandom Big Bang, the totally phenomenal You will not rattle us apart, Ryan Ross and then not only was I smitten with the whole bandom thing, but with this amazing person who had written this crazy-awesome story. So my mind was appropriately blown when she offered to write me a story.

ANYWAY. BACK TO THIS REC. So we talked about this Jon/Spencer story all the time and she sent me snippets and when "sufficient" time had passed between snippets I would casually bring it up while we were at the gym and she couldn't escape me. I am sure she started fantasizing about beating me to death with a barbell, but it was all for you! (and me. Mostly me) Because it is done and posted!

Fandom: Panic
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
Warnings: kissing, drinking, cursing, references to casual sex. A solid PG-13, I'd say.
Words: 23,983
Summary: It's July 2006 and Jon Walker is kind of selfish, and kind of oblivious, and kind of in love with the drummer. None of these things are making this tour easy.

Faster than you go when you're alone OR, as I call it, the best fucking thing to ever be committed in a google doc!!!