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OMG, Livejournal you SUCK. It totally fucked up my entry and then deleted half of it. SO, yeah, you guys don't get the rant about mental disorders, sorry.

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Okay, I'm done. Feel free to comment on anything, whatever. ^_^

The day long sitting in line wait: time spent trying not to curl up into a ball due to my period. time spent talking to a group of adorable teenagers (yeah, actual adorable teenagers. go figure) time spent reading Scar Night.

First opening band, Phantom Planet: Had never heard of them. I liked her their music, though I didn't really care for the vocal style (it was a weird combo of american alternative and british punk). But Alex, the lead singer? CRAZY. Seriously, these people were fucking insane. So, yeah, I like them for that alone. XD

Second opening band, The Hush Sound: OMG GRETA!!! SQUEE! I love their music, I love the band members. I WILL find and buy their cd and stop just downloading their songs. lol. Seriously, though, watching Greta Salpepper play the keyboard and sing is like watching a thing of beauty. Seriously, it's just...*happy sigh*

Third opening band, Motion City Soundtrack: I had a headache all through this band, so all I can really say is this: keyboard antics. keyboard antics to the extreme. like keyboard handstand antics.

And finally, Panic at the Disco: Best concert I've ever attended, seriously. They had this whole floral motif thing going. The guys were all energetic and happy (then again, they had had the day before off, spending time at Six Flags and 16th Street Mall, or so Jon told me...yes, me. I'll get to that in a second.). I didn't get to see Spencer, my Spencer, on the stage cause his drum kit was hidden and I was at a strange angle to the stage. But that's okay, he talked. Hee!

And I've decided that Spencer is the leader and the most important member of the group. Because all three of them spent half their time over by his drum kit playing to him, especially Ryan. And then they ended the show by all facing him and doing this cool guitar riff-bowing thing. :P My boy's appreciated! And it gives me naughty GSF images with Spencer being a total dom.

Random things I remember from the concert:
+Jon announcing that Denver is cool because Spencer was born here.
+Ryan having learned the tambourine nine weeks ago and he's doing pretty well, only to have Ryan say. "don't tell them that, now they'll all be watching me."
+Brendon skipping around the stage for no apparent reason while Jon simply babbled into the microphone. XD
+Jon and Ryan insisting the crowd make noise for Spencer at least twice (seriously! Spencer is totally their dom, guys).

BEST CONCERT EVER. Though they didn't do my favorite song, When the Day Met the Night. Oh well. BUT BUT BUT AFTER!!!

Ray and I stood outside with other fanish people seeing if they'd sign stuff. I HAD NOTHING! ALAS! But then I realized I had my inhaler in my pocket and hey, that works! AND GUESS WHAT THEY CAME OUT!! ALL FOUR!!!!! And Zach. Who's fucking awesome, I should have gotten his autograph too.

I'm going to show you the signatures, if livejournal's scrapbook starts working.

1st out: Spencer. SQUEE. But I was SO NERVOUS because omgspencer! So I handed him the inhaler and said "really dorky thing to sign, I know." and he said, "hey, high altitude man. it can get ya." XD Hee!

2nd out: Brendon. He was so spazzy. Seriously, you could tell he just wanted to bounce off the walls but was trying to control himself. lol. when he got to my inhaler I said, "i'm almost embarrassed about having you guys sign this." he said, "nah, I had to use one of these for eight years." I GOT A RANDOM BRENDON FACT WOO!

3rd out: Jon. With a towel around his head. And he sounded high, seriously. Just so relaxed and he pops over and goes "hi. I'm Jon. I'm here to sign some stuff. And I just took a shower." with his adorable little lisp. When he gets to me he takes the inhaler and goes, "wow." and I say, "it saved my life at the My Chem concert and they didn't sign it so I figured what the hell." and Jon replies, "right on, hi five!" so I got a Jon high five. And then someone asks how he enjoyed Denver and, still standing near me he says, "it was awesome. we got to hang out and go to 16th street mall and six flags." Ray asks, "did you go to Coyote Ugly's at 16th street mall?" Jon turns back to us and says, "sounds dirty." and I reply, "well, girls do dance on the bar there."

last out: Ryan. He was so wee (as in small) and quiet. He smiled at everyone and didn't talk much. Ray got a video of him reacting to someone saying something and giving a big cheesy grin. Aww. So cute and adorable. You just want to squeeze his cheeks, seriously.

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WEE! SO HAPPY!! *bounce bounce* Even if I'm having the worst period of the past year and I'm coming down with a cold, I GOT TO MEET PANIC AT THE DISCO.

I really need some inspiration to try and finish some of my wips and shit. And, well, my obsession with my latest fandom: bandom is messing with that a little bit. SO, to give my inspiration for buffyverse & harry potter, etc. I'm doing this meme which I found at idyll's journal while fic searchin'.

Give me one of my own stories (located here), and a time stamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, or even sometime during the story that's not accounted for, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

I GET TO SEE PANIC! AT THE DISCO IN JUNE OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!eleventy!!!!1



YES YES I'M SERIOUS OMG.

You see...I have this friend. Who's awesome. Her name is Ray. You may have noticed me talking about her, she's the one that's not avoiding me (so, she's not megan). And, like I said, she's awesome.

And she gave me the Panic! boys for my birthday. OMG BEST 23RD B-DAY EVAR. There is no beating this. NONE. All other gifts shall fail. FAIL. BECAUSE OMG.

....OMG.

*flail*

*squee*

*dies*

*is ressurected*

*flails*

...there is nothing more I can say, because OMG THAT'S ALL MY BRAIN WILL COME UP WITH.

........HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!1!!!

This is the BEST RESPONSE to the question "How are you feeling?" EVER:

“I feel like,” Ryan frowns, “I got hit by a car. Repeatedly,” he continues before Frank can say anything. “And then got thrown into a sewer, where my limp body rode down with the current until I got spit out into the ocean, at which point I got tangled in several boat propellers before being eaten by a whale and shit out onto a beach somewhere, where someone fed me a horse tranquilizer and shook me awake only to punch me in the face before taking me to the hospital.”

from from the corner to the block

so, i'm not friend's locking this post, because there is something bothering me that needs to be said to EVERYONE:

I'M NOT GOING TO FRIEND YOU BACK IF YOU DON'T COMMENT ON THE FRIEND'S ONLY ENTRY AT THE TOP OF MY JOURNAL!!!!
holy fucking shit, how hard is that? i assume you want to be on my friend's list so you can read my entries. if you can't be bothered to comment on one flimsy entry then why should i have you friended?

i'm bitching because i've had WAY too many random people friending me recently, without commenting.

guess what people, i'm not friending you back. i don't WANT to friend you back. because I don't like stupid people.

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now i'm going to go console myself with hot, sexy boys having sex with one another.

...

also? no.

eta this is directed more towards the people who have friended me without even saying hello to begin with, not the people who are already on my friend's list.

eta2 i'm not defriending anyone. the people i'm complaining about aren't on my friend's list, they've just friended me.

can I just say that bandslash is the only fandom in the world that has boys randomly turning into pencils and cupcakes. Seriously. THE UTTER CRACK!!! XD

If there are other fandoms that have this happening, point me in the direction of the fic, for the love of Hecate, please! because i need more crack like this.

ETA: oh and, um, they get turned into lamps, too.

Okay, so I'm doing a survey for my Sex in Society class. My topic: porn and the access of it. I was wondering if I could have some of you take the survey, so I have a larger base to draw my conclusions from. PLEASE?!?!

OH PLEASE TAKE MY SURVEY?!?! *BEGS*

( pornographic access )

Thank you and hugs and puppies and stuff.

Seeing the Light (Yohji/Ken): Ken just scowled at Yohji from where he hung, suspended just a few inches off the floor, leather jacket caught on the forklift. His arms were pulled up over his head, the heavy leather glove that housed his weapon preventing one sleeve from slipping off, and the other seemed to have caught on his watch. He was just far enough from the ground that his feet didn’t reach, and his hands were at too awkward an angle to pull himself up or try to work free of the jacket.
Notes: Only Yohji/Ken fic I can read and love. MUWHAHAHA.

Embracing the Shadows (Schuldig/Aya/Crawford): Sequel to Seeing the Light. "Who do you have to kill in this damn country to convince them not to give you parking tickets?" the American demanded exasperatedly, glaring down at the scrap of paper.
Notes: I love it when people fuck with Aya's head.

Chocolate and Cream Puffs (Nagi/Ken): Startled, he turned. Nagi was standing in front of the cafe, Ken's jacket in his hand. He let go of it and pushed it with his powers, sending it to Ken. The nineteen year old caught it easily, and they gazed at each other in silence for several long moments.
Notes: Awwwwww. It's companion piece: Coffee and Biscuts.

Slippery When Wet (Yohji/Omi): Unfortunately, now he had a view of Omi's backside, and the towel couldn't hide the tight ass, as it clung to his wet skin, clearly defining the cleft and slipping lower; now Yohji could just see the top of that sweet ass, and just that glimpse tantalized him beyond belief. He nearly moaned out loud when Omi bent over, peering under the debris.
Notes: I never thought Omi was actually hot before this.

Coming to Terms (Aya/Yohji, Omi/Ken): Omi leaned against the machine, feeling as if he were on the verge of some kind of breakdown. The day he made his big discovery about sex… the day he had his hormones yanked out and thrust in front of him… was the day the sexiest of his three roommates was running around in his boxers.
Notes: Nothing is better than Omi torment. *cackle*

The Other Side Arc (Aya/Schuldig/Yohji, Ken/Nagi): He snuggled closer to Nagi, enjoying the feel of a warm body resting next to his. Ken was touched by the fact that the boy trusted him enough to sleep in his presence.
Notes: Ken, Aya, and Yohji have super powers! They are now Schwartz. Yeah, bitches.

Raspberry and Lime Shampoo (Yohji/Ken): Ken's mouth was dry, his mind blank. The supply of air to his lungs seemed to be rapidly depleting. Somewhere inside his scrambled reason, he registered that he was backing away from his rapidly advancing teammate. "What are you..." he choked, swallowing painfully. What the fuck was wrong with Yohji?
Notes: Ken is so clueless. hee.

Inside the Mind Cell (Farfarello/Ken): He was dangerously near to me and it was so much more worse. Now, I was aware of how attractive he was, how pleasing his mouth was on my own. To my utter mortification, I could feel my body reacting to him.
Notes: near non-con at first. Whcih makes it that much sweeter. mmmm.

Alice (Ken/Schuldig):
"Why am I naked?" he asked. Schuldich stared at him in incomprehension. Ken repeated himself. "Why am I naked?"
Notes: Through the looking glass and into another world. BRILLIANT!!!! :P

Temporary Peace (Crawford/Aya): For now, he was content to listen and watch. Ran was an interesting study, so different was he from Aya. Aya was cold, elegant, aloof, vicious. Ran smiled. Ran hummed. Ran had joked around and was now doing a small dance as he cooked rice balls.
Notes: SO much love for this story. SO MUCH.

Paper Mache Heart (Omi/Farfarello): Maybe Aya would understand. He knows what it's like to care so much and have so little given back. Farfie doesn't understand love, emotion or anything of the sort. He just kind of knows. He reaches out to me when I cry, holds me close to his chest and tells me stories he remembered from when he was younger. Those are the good days.
Notes: odd how this is my favorite pairing. not many people write it. *pout*

Seducing Omi (Yohji/Omi, Omi/Ken, Yohji/Aya): "Seeing as how you're both interested," Aya noted, with a brief look at Youji, "I'll call it a competition." He smiled slightly. "Whoever of you can first seduce Omi will get the second ticket to the game."
Notes: Plotting Aya is kind of creepy. XD

Here and Now (Crawford/Ken): Ken was left staring at a dripping-wet back, a small towel all that separated Ken's eyes from a feast of nudity. He stared at his blushing face in a mirror in the locker. Lusting after your enemy was not a good way to start the week.
Notes: God, Crawford is so hot. *happy sounds*

I'm a Jack/Daniel whore. It's official. :P

Thruth and Consequences: Loops. Fruit loops. Time loops. Going loopy.
Notes: I love this story more for the opening line than anything else. XD

Alter Ego: "I went with the flow for three days, Jack. I was going with the flow when those airmen bust in and found us naked in a Jacuzzi together this morning. Now, all you and I have done since Sunday night is get drunk and have sex."
Notes: Hahahahaha. this story is proof that the SG-1 team doesn't get enough fun/sex if aliens have to interfere for it to happen.

Alter Ego's sequel: Undercurrents: As Daniel got near enough to grab, Jack grabbed, pulled him down, and then kissed him passionately, reveling in the silky feel of Daniel's damp hair against his fingers, the soap-scented smell of his skin, the flavor of that delectable mouth.
Notes: I'm suddenly under the impression that amnesia fic is the best thing evar.

A Beautiful Nessecity: So what we're saying," he drawled, drawing some unflattering conclusions, "is there's a command structure which Dr. Jackson is basically at the top of."
Notes: I love fic that admits to Daniel being the big kahuna.

A Thousand-Petaled Flower: When they did finally speak at length, it was to murmur words of comfort. No more trying to figure out what Bast’s plan was. It was obvious. They were toys, truly toys to her, bright, shiny Tau’ri toys, somethings, not someones, to be played with.
Notes: torture, non-con, and you've got to love Bast.

Fate: "Although he really wasn't too pleased---Daniel that is, though I suppose the gazelk wasn't too pleased either," continued Jack then he shrugged. "That sucker gave us at least three weeks worth of steaks."
Notes: best part of this is Daniel and Jack naming the strange animals they find while stranded. XD It's a spam! XD!!!

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not series: The weight against his spine lifted but the hold on his wrists remained as he struggled, and was soon joined by a hard and aching pressure on the side of his throat. Daniel gasped when he realised that it was Jack's boot.
Notes: I'm not one for evil!Jack. But. The development and psychological intake on this twisted relationship is just. damn. And, well, I'm a sucker for abused!Daniel. >_>

Tender Loving Care series: "Jack?" he asked and then snapped his head so quickly up again he felt his neck crack; eyes front and centre, Jackson. Dear God, if Jack knew he had been looking at his dick...
Notes: Again with my abused!Daniel love. And caring!Jack is so cute.

A Mad Wind: Daniel glared at the man. "Get a little closer, Makepeace. That way when I vomit this up I can douse you good." Daniel was disappointed at how raspy, how powerless his strained voice sounded.
Notes: I'm so sick in the head for loving this story. This takes abused-yet-strong!Daniel to the extreme. Warning for: slavery, bdsm, non-con, torture, and more.

Other Side of Me: "I know what you mean. When I first met Daniel on Abydos he was like that," she said, pointing at Danny, whose head was thrown back in laughter, the sun glinting off his messy hair.
Notes: i love the quantum mirror thing. it allows so many possiblities.

My iPod just flung itself across my room, towards me. That's at least four feet of flinging, off of my tv stand, which is had been placed securely between tv and clock, and onto the floor. How the fuck did that manage to happen?! O_O

Random HP Recs, because I've been a HP fic-whore these past two days trying to avoid finishing DH in all it's boring-ness.

Everything's Not Lost (Harry/Cedric, Harry/Snape). "You're worth fussing over," smiled Cedric as he leaned down and gave Harry a quick kiss.
Notes: Harry's protrayed as young, niave, and abused, which can annoy some. Presents the concept of anorexia/bulemia. Has MPreg, non-con, and a suicidcal attempt.

The Best Laid Plans (Remus/Sirius) Sirius swallows against the swirling mix of irritation, indignation, and hurt that's catching in his throat. "I can't- well, fine then. Fine, we can transfigure the bed into two, and put them across the room from each other. Roommates, right? In fact, maybe we ought to do that tonight-"
Notes: A coming out story with two very typical and realistic responses from Remus' parents.

Just Desserts (Remus/Sirius) Still, he's a girl. A bloody girl, with breasts and curves and soft, wet things and this is really very terrible, and dammit, there's only so much a man can take.
Notes: gender-fuck. Muwhahaha. On both sides of the pairing.

Death's Twilight (Severus/Bill) Many things Severus Snape might have been, but he was no fool. He knew when he was beaten. As it happened consistently with the headmaster, one would believe him accustomed to it by now.
Notes: Virgin!Snape (the best kind).

Firestarter (Remus/Severus) That skinny, greasy, awkward boy who had been poorer than Lupin himself had grown into this. "I..." Say something. "Fancy a shag?"
Notes: Young!Remus through a kinda sorta time travel. Woot.

A Change of View (Severus/Sirius) Sirius had the oddest sensation that a fundamental piece of him was missing. That was time travel for you, he supposed.
Notes: de-aging is fun, especially for these two.

Consideration (Neville/Bill)
Maybe it's because he used to imagine both Ginny and Ron, red hair and freckles, that he didn't jump and flush and stammer as he usually did when confronted with the possibility that someone was flirting with him, the someone in question this time being their oldest brother.
Notes: short and so awesome. one of the few short fics that I find perfect in its size.

Djet and Neheh (Neville/Bill) Bill's smile made Neville feel warm inside.
Notes: OMG IN CHARGE NEVILLE SQUEE!! And in charge, I'm the Boss Bill is so hot. These two should not work so well together, seriously.

Something About You (Bill/Neville) "Sounds just about right actually," he added before he did something stupid like snog senseless a man who clearly wasn't interested in him that way.
Notes: Awww. Crushing!Bill is so adorable.

Coming In Late (Remus/Neville)
He felt his face all but explode with heat. Having Harry twit him about sex was one thing, but here he was coming in obviously freshly-fucked, and tonight would be a night Hermione was staying over.
Notes: God. There is no way to describe how much I love this story. Mmmm, bruised and bitten and hickey-covered Neville is teh sex. And don't get me started on Dom!Remus. Some things are too good to be true.

First Date Jitters (Moony/Neville) Full moon had been early, and he hadn't been able to leave work until late, so he'd let himself in with the key Remus had given him four weeks after they'd started sleeping together. Well, not so much sleeping together as wild fucking.
Notes: bestiality. oh, and scroll to the next one and you'll find a HILARIOUS Charlie/Norbert the dragon drabble.

A Hard Bargain (Charile/Severus) He still had a ladle in his hand; as Charlie watched, it dripped something that sizzled as it hit the floor. A drop splashed up, caught the edge of Snape's robe, and set it on fire. Snape swore and extinguished the blaze with a word.
Notes: It's stories like this that makes me love Charlie more than any other Weasley. SO funny.

Babies and Bathwater (Severus/Charlie) Charlie tossed his messenger bag onto a chair and grinned, seemingly oblivious to the other man's hostility. "Well, I have to admit, when I came back from Romania because I wanted to help, I wasn't exactly expecting this to be my first assignment. How are you, Professor?"
Notes: most unique take on mpreg that I've ever seen.

Firstborn (Severus/Bill) "Oh, for heaven's sake. Do you think I'm going to hang a placard round his neck that says 'William Weasley's Homosexual Lover'?"
Notes: Molly is pure love in this. As is Bill. Hee!

I'm not amused by the latest movements made by Livejournal. No, I'm not amused at all.

However....I'm highly amused at the fandom. The Fandom everywhere. Have you noticed that when fandom members get together over a specific thing they find offensive they get, well, dude, crazy and hilarious and kind of legally scary SMART?

Livejournal is just...so stupid, serious. WTF, people?

Has anyone noticed that they keep claiming they can change the TOS at their whim so they're new "rules" are valid, yet in the actual TOS it states that in order for that to be an actual, legal change it must BE UPDATED IN THE TOS?! And, BEHOLD! The TOS hasn't been updated since April 18th, 2006?!!!!!

For shame, livejournal, for shame.

I have no problem with you lot making a total and complete fool of yourselves. I really don't. And that's what you're doing, by the way.

No, what I have a problem with is you trying to TWIST a previously stated statement to your own advantage, legally, when it is IN FACT not legal.

...Well, gee, people, guess what it appears Livejournal is doing? Breaking their own terms of service! Shall we all report the abuse? (Honestly, people, wouldn't it be of the utmost just punishment to report them to themselves? a huge, mass number of us?)

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Anyway. That's my rant and suggestion. Because, seriously, Livejournal is pissing me the way off. I hate censorship. Online censorship of creativity is, to me, the same as burning a butt load of books. And that is. fucking. wrong.

EDIT:
PS, my greatest journal is thus: http://elemental-.greatestjournal.com
I'm not switching over there just yet, just holding the journal for myself. If I do not see satisfactory improvements made by Livejournal by the time my paid account expires (in October, I believe) then I will move over there. Hopefully I won't have to, since I hate learning new journal programs.

I'm officially addicted to rating comms. There is something oddly attractive about having other people judge you and label you with a character or attribute.

First in this addiction came divinities followed by wizardingworld_.

Now it's weiss_rating (come on Weiss fans, let's get crazy!) and sm_rating. Oh, not to mention lotr_rating which hasn't allowed me to post due to too many people posting. bastards.

I should be asleep. As I'm tired and my sunburn hurts like a biotch. But instead I made a rec list for Fall Out Boy's Pete/Patrick.

Hey There Delilah (f-locked): “It’s not like you’re the only one,” commented Patrick, finally getting the cap off and taking a swig. “I mean, you live and breathe lyrics and you can’t write any, I’m the lead fucking singer and I can’t get a note out, Andy’s the token genius and he can’t read, and Joe… wait, no…”

Pretty in Punk: And that's it, suddenly. Patrick is laughing and grinning a little-boy grin and wearing one of his ridiculous hats, and all Pete really wants, in that moment, is something sweet, so he leans over and catches his face in his hands and kisses him.

Semi-Decent Proposals: “Yes! We’re going to Vegas!” Pete let go of the hug and dragged him toward the car. “I’ve always, always wanted to be married by Elvis.”

The No Seatbelt Song: He definitely doesn’t look like he’s just proposed marriage. Gay marriage. To Patrick. Patrick feels his head clouding over a little.

Four Cracktastic Bits of Advice: "Some call it a blow-job mouth." Patrick was scandalised. For crying out loud, he was fifteen.

Act As A Clever Medicine: Patrick pulls himself upright and someone--surely not him--is yanking Pete forward by his hoodie and Patrick's vision is kind of fuzzy but he can see Pete's neck and his collarbone and then all he sees is Pete's skin because his face is pressed against Pete's pulse. And it's just sweat and old cologne, Pete shouldn't smell this *good* but oh, fuck--

The Music or the Misery: And the kid is totally something special, Pete can feel it, his palms are almost sweating in the anticipation. It would be a lie to say that he hasn’t been this excited in ages (because he was totally pumped yesterday when his mom took him shopping, because seriously getting new clothes and not having to pay? Score), but there’s a certain level of something, here, and the something is crackling.

Not A Big Deal: "About what? Your awful taste in kids' TV?" Pete shudders. "If you're ok with watching a woman with her hand up a lamb's ass, who am I to make judgments?"

Just Like Virginia Woolf: Patrick was calm, and almost -- almost -- even-voiced, and if he squinted he could actually see murder in his eyes, behind the contacts. Which was weird, because being flushed made his skin look creamy and brought out his cheekbones, and when he was breathing that hard his chest rose and fell with alarming regularity, and his mouth--

Pete's eyes widened.

Damage Control: It’s not that Pete doesn’t care that his boyfriend is dead. On the contrary—he cares a very great deal. It’s just that Pete, while a wonderful person in many and varied ways, is, at heart, terribly self-centered. SO VERY WRONG.

Problem Solving: Patrick is almost entirely positive that Gerard is just playing along with whatever scheme Mikey and Alicia have cooked up. Except that there’s a fucking sword propped up against the closet door and a collection of at least a dozen different dragon figurines lining the top of the bookshelf, so Patrick really can’t be sure what the guy does in the privacy of his own room.

Late Night With: “I’m not gay,” Patrick says without preamble. “It’s just, you know, Conan.”

Polite Inquiries: But there was just something about Gerard that freaked him the fuck out. Most of the time the guy seemed perfectly normal, if a little morbid, and open and friendly and all around pretty much wonderful. For some reason, though, Peter had always gotten the impression that Gerard didn’t live in quite the same world everyone else did. Or, possibly, was secretly in the mafia.

Hold Off Your Bets Now: If Pete is bound and determined to resist Patrick's charms, Patrick certainly isn't going to make it *easy* for him.

Most of this is Spander. What? Those two are hilarious! It's just natural. Anyway, this isn't anywhere near the ultimate list that I could make if I had days to do it in instead of only 2.5 hours. :P

Slash-Comedy rec List

Contagious: (Spander) "You're a very strange nurse."

A Christmas Happy: (Spander) The kid looked like he was giving the damn thing a blow job. And a damn good one at that. How on earth did the boy know how to give blow jobs to candycanes?

Being a Vampire Really Sucks: (Spander) Chain-smoking helps with the being cold 24/7, but it makes me totally reek. I can't stand being Xander the Vampire Stink-meister. I'm not saying other people find my odor offensive, but this whole enhanced sense of smell business is a bitch. After lighting one cigarette, it's like standing in the middle of a burning tobacco plantation. And Spike wonders why I'm on edge all the time.

The Big House: (Oz/Giles) Oz looked up at Giles. "Can I be your bitch?"

Are We Friends?: (Riley/Xander, Graham/Oz) Some people had a "look but don't touch" aura about them. Xander's aura, unfortunately for Xander, invited touching. Graham's aura said "don't fuck with me." Oz respected that. But he wanted to touch. He'd have to seek permission.

Tripod: (umm...) Five beers, and suddenly Xander blurts out, "You don't circumcise!"

How to Date a Vampire: (Spander) The walk to the movie theatre was a short one. Or possibly a long one. Maybe it was a medium sized one? Who could actually tell? Xander was uncharacteristically quiet and Spike was doing a pretty good impression of a very quiet Angel. Don’t tell that to Spike, though. He’d probably be quite upset by that observation.

Magic Moments: (Spander) “Oooooh, blood. That does sound…” Xander gave his head a hefty shake. “No! I. Do. Not. Want. Blood. I want…want sloppy Joes and custard. No! I want twinkies smothered with jelly, sultanas, raw meat and blood. NO! OHMYGOD, SPIKE, HELP ME!”

World of Leather: (Spander) Hung reverently on its peg – an actual peg bought, well, stolen, from a shop and painstakingly screwed into the stone wall – The Coat. It had seemed like such an intrinsic part of Spike that when they first started seeing each other Xander had been surprised, though a little disappointed, that the coat could ever be separated from Spike, even for long enough to have sex. He knew that it would be a waste of time to go through the pockets; Spike never kept anything in them in because it would stick out and mess up the line of the Coat, and what kind of vampire were you if you couldn't create a dramatic and stylish silhouette against the full moon?

Childish Things (aka Angel's Kids): Gunn was still sucking his thumb and looking, Xander had to admit, like the poster child for cuteness. He glowered at Dawn, which unfortunately only made him look cuter.

New All Over (aka LittleWesley): ...if they were captured, had to be treated as prisoners under the Geneva Convention; a great disappointment for Angel who was already trying to make up a torture chamber to go with his guillotine. It was finally agreed that he could dunk the king into the well a few times on the grounds that the Baron was probably evil, being a baron, even if a republican one, and he had to reluctantly settle for that, although Giles noticed that didn’t stop him creating a little rack out of matchsticks and wire.

It's An Adventure: (Spander) Spike rolled down his window and flicked his lit butt out. Xander followed the glowing tip, watching as it arched, got caught in the wind and was swept into the driver's side window of the car behind them. He watched, enthralled, as the driver began to frantically beat at his head. The driver, his head now smoking, began to swerve.

Xander Has Kittens: (Spander) Willy looked in horror at the two furious demons sitting opposite the boy. Unaware of the barman's alarm, Xander continued unabashed ' ...if their pussies all belong to me now.'

The Reunion: (spander, xover with the Munsters) The vampire in question was also wearing a rather loud shirt with black slacks and loafers. He waved at them. "Don't mind me I just wanted a picture for my scrap book." Xander whimpered. (That HAS to be one of mine, nice shirt though!)

George: (spander) George looked at him, sniffed, and went back to butting Spike’s boots. “Your cat’s right here, imbecile. And why’d you name the blighter George, anyway? Harvey’s a much better name.”

Mission Implausible: (Spander) "They don’t want to kill you, moron, they want to shag you," Spike said with an evil grin.

And Now For Something Completely Different: (Andrew/Wes) "The flute, Andrew." Andrew continued to stare at Wes with dreamy eyes. "The magic flute." Andrew looked up at Wes speculatively. "Your instrument. That you are holding in your hand. That you play with. Oh, for..." Wesley released Andrew's shoulders and pulled the wooden flute out of Andrew's grasp, waving it in front of his face.

Do You Speek Geek?: (Andrew/Knox) Angel stared at the two. "Transwarp facility?" Confused, he shook his head. "I was just looking for a 'We're doing fine,' guys. But I guess all that sounds good. Keep it up."

A Few Degrees Cooler: (Andrew/Spike) "Are you...?" Spike gave him a look of slightly-horrified shock while getting to his feet. "Oh no. Christ, what *is* it with blokes like you? You think I'm all dark and dangerous and that makes me *sexy?*" He seemed to reconsider the question. "Well okay, so it does make me sexy, but still."

Bordello: (Xandrew) “Knock it off!” Andrew cried and pushed back and the two began to wrestle in a display of manliness that Xander thought rivaled the last time he and Harmony had fought.

New things: (Wesley/Angel) Angel picked his coat up off the ground and draped it over the bottom of the slide. He slouched his way over to the swings and sat down on one. "Doesn't someone have to push me?"

Band Aids and Kisses: (Xandrew) more sweet than comical, but.. "You were having a naughty dream about me!" And then his smile vanished and was replaced by a look of shock and disgust. Xander leapt to his feet, "You were having a sex dream about me!!" He pointed accusingly at Andrew, who continued to blush and cower wretchedly. "I can't believe you!" Xander continued, "you- you are evil!"

All Tied Up: (Xandrew) Andrew pouted, "You just wanna tie me up and have your way with me."

"Andrew, I'm serious, if you don't turn the T.V. down, I'll-," Xander frowned, "wait, what did you just say?"

Here there be Dragons: (Wes/Gunn) "Oh, I'm Mr. Doggie Style just because I happen to think a nice ass is icing on the cake?" Gunn said, growing louder.

Comfortable: (Wes/Gunn) How odd, Wesley thought, I've suddenly regressed to the mental age of five.

Dyeing Young: (various) Giles, on the other hand, played with his glasses suddenly, re-settling them on the bridge of his nose, looking more reassuringly Watcherish than ever. "Well...if you lot say so... but really, this is just a meeting of Hair Dyers Anonymous? No dire emergencies of a prophetic nature?"

Domestic Piranhas: (Spander, Angel/Wes/Gunn). from Consumer Affairs - Gunn's eyes were wide, and very definitely in danger of rolling back into his head. Wesley kept his face impassive, and he could hear no sounds from Angel -- which meant Angel was either controlling himself as well, or equally distracted. Wesley held the dildo out, and Gunn whimpered in exactly the same way he did right before Wesley would enter him, when they were on the bed and Gunn was on his back.

Small Fry: (Spander, etc) "I *am* a middle-aged man. A middle-aged man who happens to be under the influence of a spell. It has made me short, not young." Giles gave her a stern look.

Son of Small Fry: (Spike/Anya/Xander, Wes/Gunn) Wesley blinked. Stared at his hands. Smaller than they'd been in years. He felt a flutter of something in his stomach, and knew it was time to find out if Gunn really meant it. He looked up, and said resolutely, "I want a pony."

Gunn glared, as he'd promised. "I ain't gonna buy you every-- damn. Damn, damn. Somebody take my wallet?"

I'm not Friend's Locking this, becuase this is too good to keep to a select few. I'm not done with it either, I'm just posting what I've got so far. MUWAHAHHAA.

Ron/Draco is Love

Everything Changes: "I don't care," said Draco, picking at one of the loose threads of Ron's too-short, shabby robes. "You need new clothes."
"Thanks for pointing that out, Draco," said Ron. "You always do know how to charm me."

Detention: Draco's hand was covering his eye, and his other eye was fastened on Ron, filled with disbelief and anger. "Did you just hit me, Weasley? Oh, you are going to be sorry you did that."

The Prefect's Bathroom: Draco stared in horror at the image of a redheaded Gryffindor, a wet and naked redheaded Gryffindor sitting in clear waist-high gurgling water.

But I'm a Slytherin!: parody based on the movie But I'm a Cheerleader! Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco. "Right. So you can play the part and get back there on the outside so you can be your horrible, worthless self again. While my mum and dad scrape together every last penny so they can send the son they should have loosed to get himself "fixed." Just perfect isn't it? Malfoys and Weasleys, coming together for a common cause. We could see the end of homosexuality in our lifetimes, people."

Strange Bedfellows: A Comedy of Assumptions: "And he keeps writing funny notes and he won't let us look and he threatened to knot my arms behind my head," Goyle said, sounding on the verge of tears. "And he told us not to help him when he gets in fights with Weasley, and we asked him which Weasley, and he called us something with lots of syllables and asked which Weasley did we think."

Memento: The logical was unfaultable, and anyway, he was pouting again. "Fine," Ron sighed. "I'll get a tattoo for you."

Do Better: There were traces of scars circling Ron's throat, and he shivered a little when Draco brushed one thumb down into the hollow of his collarbone.

Of Lust and Pie: If the reference to 'weasel' hadn't tipped them off, the blown kisses, gyrations in their general direction, and the fact that Malfoy was gazing towards their corner with hooded eyes as he sang was enough to make them pretty sure that the song was about Ron. He was clearly traumatized.

Stranded: non-wizard AU. "What?" Ron's head snapped up, and he found himself caught by intense gray eyes, a dangerous edge to them that nearly made him shiver. He swallowed thickly. "Malfoy... are you coming on to me?"

Beg Me For It: (sequels can be found here) Lucius Malfoy was the best Minister of Magic we'd ever had. There was something definitely wrong with that.

Sentimental Magic: (quotations are fucked) Shuffling into the lounge, he was alarmed to see Draco cross-legged on the couch, surrounded by scatterings of ribbon, parchment and a dozen other of Ron's dearest possessions. Draco was sitting in the middle of a lifetime's worth of heartache.

Don't Let's Start: "I don't do evil anymore," Draco muttered petulantly.

dirtytrousers: an on-going non-wizard au. His jaw twitched, and he couldn’t seem to peel his gaze away from the redheaded drummer. They were situated at a table just off the side of the room, the perfect angle to catch the bloke as he played dead center at the back of the stage despite the crowd. Weasley twirled his sticks between his fingers – long, square-tipped, strong fingers – and Draco made a harsh, squeaky sound in the back of his throat. He was having trouble breathing.

A Day at the Seaside: Weasley was struggling with his tie. Draco allowed himself a moment of malicious enjoyment. Then the redhead tugged the tie away from his collar and his untucked shirt rode up exposing a stretch of flat stomach and Draco looked away hurriedly.

Changing Channels: "Yes, Draco, you out-maneuver me and you put yourself in a right tight spot." Ron inched closer to Draco, so that they were almost brushing against each other.

Draco Malfoy and the Slytherin Murders: When Draco turned, their faces were centimetres apart. The Slytherin's eyes dropped to Ron's lips, before looking up again. Draco ignored the heat rising in his body, classifying it as a normal reaction of a young man who hadn't had sex in a few months. It could not possibly have anything to do with Weasley.

Draco Malfoy and the Summer at Grimmauld Place: This was an amazingly bad idea, Draco knew that, but his hand moved to cover Ron's cheek; he should put a stop to this, but their lips smashed together; he should send Ron away, but clothes were taken off, and eventually he found himself buried inside Ron's body, bringing them both to orgasm in a frenzy of teenager lust.

Empty Spaces: [ink stained fingers passworded] "You always throw the first punch, Weasley. Tell me, do you like the feel of my skin? Do you like to touch me? Do you get off on playing rough? Maybe what you need is to shag me hard against the wall to get out all your aggressions. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Is that what you are thinking about when you pound into me with your fists?" *sniff* the angst!!!

An Open Letter to the Person With Whom I've Been Engaging in Various Sordid Acts...: The biscuits your mother baked for your birthday were hard and I threw them in the dustbin after eating one. Rather than apologising, you complained that I'd stolen your birthday biscuits. Do us all a favour and grow up.

Harry Potter and the Rainbow Explosion: So, Voldemort’s dead. No one really knows the full details, and no one really cares. Everyone’s too busy partying and making up outrageous rumours about how the Boy Who Lived had wild, orgiastic sex with the Dark Lord and that’s what killed him.

Origins of Myth: "I wanted, well, back at Hogwarts I thought. I mean, Potter was like, the ideal, right? For everyone, I think. But you were…desire itself."

to be continued.
EDIT TO ADD:

The Corresponding Emotion: [+Harry/Ron] "When people tell me they are happy, my arse begins to twitch," Malfoy drawled. [includes hilarious American bashing! wee!]

The Break Up Done a Hundred Times But Never This Way: Shoulders sagging, Ron took one step forward and dropped his forehead on Draco’s, forcing their eyes to meet. He kept his arms crossed, however.

Marriage of Inconvenience: "It's tradition to carry the bride over the threshold, you git." Wheezing slightly, he steadied himself on the door jamb as he nudged the door open with his foot. He stalked into the room and dumped Draco onto the bed. The smaller man immediately jumped to his feet and darted towards the door.

Sex God: The bad thing about sitting in the front of Potions was I shared a table with Malfoy, the suck-up he was. He was telling his friends about his misadventures in France. "Her tits were so huge," he began. And that was all I needed, thank you.

A Soft spot for Lost Causes: Ron circled until Draco could see him, but Draco didn’t lift his head; his eyes didn’t flicker. He was, Ron noted, wearing a thin, leather collar, just a shade too tight across the tendons of his throat. Of course.

House of the Rising Sun: [restricted section passworded] "Your client's name is..."
"Ron Weasley," Draco interrupted in Harry's voice.

Knowing You, Knowing Me: “Did Malfoy really just wink at me?”

I'm making this post public, because I want as many people as possible to take this poll. When I announced in a previous entry that I was diagnosed with PCOS, SO many people on my f-list came forward to announce that they had it themselves or knew someone that did. This amazed me.

So, this is a poll for my f-list (and more) to see how many people in this community have or know someone who does have PCOS. Hopefully, when us that do have it look at the results we'll feel a little less alone in the world.

Poll #938204 The PCOS Poll
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Do you have PCOS?

At what age where you/they when diagnosed?

What were/are some of your symptoms?

What type of doctor do you see for your PCOS?

Are there any sources that you found helpful that may help others with PCOS?

for: rowaine
who wanted: Xander, slash/threesome, no Xangel!, Willow/Buffy/Angel bashing

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