| You can bet on it (WILLIAM/THE BUTCHER) |
[10:21pm Saturday, December 8th, 2007] |
Title: You can bet on it
Rating: R
Pairing: Wrotek, I dont know. Mentioned crushes.
Warning: Boys kissing, drunk people, Gambaling, slight Masterbation mention
Disclaimer: Dont own, dont sue.
Notes: Not beta'd. Mention of my best friend Ruby, Gods Love by bad Religion, Misky hints, changed a lot from original.
DEDICATIONS: Ruby. I promised I would type this up. I did, finally. It's different because I don't have the paper in front of me. I think it's better in some places and worse in others. Sorry. Lvoe you <3
( Click Me )
:)
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| Patrick/Pete "Been Gone More Days then I have been Home." R |
[9:01pm Saturday, December 8th, 2007] |
Title: Been gone more days then I have been home.
Rating: R
Pairing: Peterick
Warnings: Cussing, broken hearts, violence/abuse.
Disclaimer: DNW PATRICK OR PETE DO NOT FUCKING WANT. So I don't own. Don't sue me.
Notes: I love the ending, personally. No Beta.
Author: REAA :)
Dedications: Gemma, Lorraine, Nicki, Pilisa, Ruby, Alex Suarez~, Anyone else that reads STATE YERSELF~.
( Click Me )
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| AHHHH YES IM ON COBRA STARSHIP'S GUEST LIST |
[5:46pm Saturday, December 1st, 2007] |
*dances*
*screams*
KJDSKOFJSL
OMG
THIS IS WHAT I REALLY NEEDEDDKFJSDLKFJSLKFJS
I WASNT GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEE THEM, AND NOW I CAN.
OMGGGKLDJSFLKDJSLKJSLFJKS YESSS <3 i love the streeteam
this is a biiiiiiigggg deal for me D:
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| As much as I hate XMAS. |
[1:24pm Friday, November 30th, 2007] |
I really want Relient K's XMAS CD.
Let is Snow Baby
Let it Reindeer
:D I love it.
I'm also happy, Oh,Hush! has a XMAS song.
But really? Cobra and TAI need one.
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| POUR YOURSELF A DRINK GIRL. |
[1:20pm Friday, November 30th, 2007] |
I feel like updating this thing with something more then just Slash.
Right now? I'm sick, my stomach aches and I actually miss school. I'm belting out the lyrics to songs because that makes me feel a little better. I'm wearing the same shirt as yesterday, and even though I got a lot of sleep, I'm very tired. I realy want that To Write Love on Her Arms shirt that's dedicated to Casey. I know you're going to bitch at me because all the sudden I care, but trust me, I used to be a huge fan of Hawthorne Hieghts and Casey was my favorite member and the fact he basically died in front of my favorite venue and city (9:30, Washington D.C) hurts because it's so close to home, you know? But, I can't afford anything like that, hopefully it will be up still after XMAS, though the funds go to the funeral. I'll ask my grandmother, but I feel like I'm asking for too much. I don't know. Listening to Aiden's Nightmare Anatomy makes me sad, to be honest. I remember hte toughest times next to the CD. Ugh. But in a way? It makes me really happy because of Virgin Fest, I can't wait for 2008. And Warped Tour, because that should be amazing. I heard Cobra Starship and The Academy Is... are going to be on Warped, and really? I want that so much. I also want to go to see Cobra Starship on The RRRGL tour, because it's thier first headliner and I've been a fan since the beinging, as a matter of factly. I really hate this journal, it's so old. It really is and it pisses me off.
Joe Trohman needs to shave.
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| Right Where You Want me (WARNING:NC-17) Ryden (ryan/brendon PATD) |
[1:08pm Friday, November 30th, 2007] |
Title:Right Where You Want Me
Author: Rea
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Boyseckzzz
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary:
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Ryan and Brendon. And Jesse Mcartney. They live in my sock drawer. PLZ DONT SUE ME. And Alex, Suarez, if you read this, don't talk about it please. Thank You.
Dedications: Crystal.
( Click Me )
:)
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| Thinking. (Stand Alone) |
[7:35pm Saturday, November 17th, 2007] |
Title:Thinking.
Pairing:Ryland/Mike, Mentioned Sisky/William., Mike/His(EX)girlfriend.
Rating:PG-14, I guess.
Warning:Boys kissing, mentions of car-crash, mild violince, alot of swearing, me being in the story, made up venue.
Author:Me, Rea, XlastdanceX.
Disclaimer:Mike and Ryland are not tied up naked in my basement They're under my bed. I do not own anything, and if I could own them, I would. Do not sue me, please.
Summary:"There was always someone coming out, always destroying their fans because they didn’t. And Mike thought about this, their fans, being gay, being in love, as he walked."
Notes:It's not beta'd, but I did read through it and corrected what I noticed. The place and venue is a place I know of in Virginia. The girl yelling at Mike towards the end, with the pink hair, is me. I actually would yell at him. It's kind of long. And I think, towards the end, sounds like I'm just going on and on. Sorry for that. It was difficult to end, I didn't want it to.
( Click for the porn*~ )
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| CRYSTAL. ICU THERE. |
[1:08pm Thursday, November 15th, 2007] |
Hey, this is for Crystal and only Crystal. So, you're really really new to Livejournal, I know that for afact. And you used my email for your account. That's fine and dandy, when I go home later, I'll confirm it so you can post stuff, or whatever. Um, also when I get home I'm going to post some of my slash that you would only be able to read if you go on myspace,and seeing as you don't have a computer at home, I'll post those stories for you. Just for you. Basically, what you do is go to LIVEJOURNAL.COM/PORTAL and check your friends list, communities (which i will link you to) and friends. Right now, I'm your only friend. So, all you have to do is check my journal. When I update, the title of the story will be the subject, I'll have my info like disclaimer and rating, then a link. It's called an LJ cut, all you have to do it click it. :) So that's all you really need to know. After I confirm your email, you can post so, whenever we get on laptops again, you can post something and i'll give you cool communities like FBR_TRASH AND mCOBRASLASHIP,etc. Do your math before Mr. K catches you :D
iykiddo :)
:{D Rea
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| What the fuck. |
[4:21pm Sunday, November 4th, 2007] |
I was watching a children's show with my little sister today (she's eight)
And a pig and horse were deer hunting.
Now really,
1.) Why would that be on a KIDS show.
2.) They have guns on a KIDS SHOW.
3.) Why the fuck were farm animals killing deer?
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[3:45pm Sunday, October 28th, 2007] |
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| My grandmother is coming over today. |
[12:06pm Sunday, October 28th, 2007] |
For my birthday.
Which was the nineteenth.
I love her to death, but she's always letting me down. I don't want to sound selfish and spoiled but it's always happening. Like today, she was going to take me to a nice Vegan place. But she can't because her BOYFRIEND is on a diet. Which, I guess that's okay. But still, I really wanted to go and it seems like everytime I want to do somthing with her I can't. I miss it before him. He's cool and all, and smart. But, sometimes I just want to do something. She missed coming over for my birthday because it was really late and she was tired. She did the same with Sunday because she was busy. This whole year, the only time I really got to spend time with her, was probably when we saw Fall Out Boy and I had to get before tAI (which I still feel really guilty about, it's like eating me up still) because I had to get sick. And we watch TAI from the top of the venue behind fucking tweens who kept jumping up and down ON THIER CHAIRS. so I couldn't see. But, whatever. I just miss her. I want to go to D.C again and not have to eat because Gary's a diabetic.
AND LOL I'M WATCHING A GOOSEBUMPS THING AND IT'S GOING ON COMMERCIAL AND IT SAYS "YOUR WATCHING..." I can't believe they spelled it wrong. That pisses me off, ALOT.
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| Introduction and Chapter one: The Fever. |
[9:39pm Saturday, October 27th, 2007] |
Title: The Fever (Introduction) (1/?)
Rating: R. Swearing, Blood, Torture, Kidnapping, Murder, Rape, and all those things.
Pairings: Coming Soon (Gabe and William centric)
Summary: Gabe is a ruthless kidnapping serial killer and also the leader of a huge gang. Gabe’s power and fear scares all of New York. It seems that no one can stop him, not even his best friends Ryland and Mike. William is also a leader of a widely known and feared gang, hailing from
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I’m Ryland Blackington.
Notes: I got this idea from the James Patterson novel I’m reading called Along Came a Spider, Gabe’s new interview, and William telling my friend at Meet and Greet that if her “boyfriend” was there he would beat him up (and also in the conversation he said something about humping.)
He was begging for his life. Begging on his knees, crying and wincing at the pain all at the same time. He was promising something to him, kissing his hands and praying. He now wasn’t begging Gabriel, he was telling him to spare his life. But Gabriel knew that selfish humans were not the ‘boss of him’. The moon was, he was. And right now, the sky was casting a shadow over the pleading man, a shadow that spelled ‘Omen’ in impact and bold letters. No one told him what to do except for the moon, the stars, and of course, himself. But then again, Gabriel didn’t listen to the moon all of the time. It was too soon. Gabriel is like a cat and it’s prey. He teased it with Life and Death, and played with it like Chinese Water Torture. He lowered his gun slightly and smiled at the man at his feet. The man beamed and kissed his shoes.
“Thank you Gabe!” He sobbed helplessly. He repeated it over and over. Gabriel was smiling now too. God, he was so good. He was an amazing liar, no wonder he was still at it. And he smiled even more this time, at how stupid humans could be.
“Oh dear Spencer Smith.” Gabriel tsked him in a husky voice. This brought the blonde man’s attention.
“You’ve overlooked one very important rule to living.” Spencer was staring at him through large misty eyes. The whole ritual of begging and pleading and “Jon loves me! I can’t leave him” ‘s started up again. Gabriel raised his gun yet again and aimed it perfectly between Spencer’s eyes.
“Never touch my Cobra high-tops.” He laughed deep from his throat. Before firing the gun, he spit on Spencer’s cheek, mixing it with tears. Spencer died instantly with little pain. His mouth wide open and tears still on his face. The puddle he landed in was dirty and had a gum wrapper in it. And Gabe frowned. He hated Big Red chewing gum. And in the moonlight and shadows of a New York street, Gabe left the scene of the crime and returned to his home. Saporta Castle.
Chapter One
William screamed in outrage. He did it again. He killed another of his best friends, another of his own. The glass that was just his hand was thrown heavily against the kitchen door. Broken glass shattered everywhere. The newspaper he got this morning (with Spencer’s blood freshly painted on it) was crumpled and burning on the counter next to him. The hatred William Beckett had for this Gabriel Saporta of the rival gang The Cobra’s (what a stupid name, he thought) pumped furiously in his veins. He punched the fridge and sobbed helplessly. Just as Spencer did before he was shot perfectly between great, big beautiful eyes. Just thinking of his friend made him want to go out and leave Chicago to join his other Gang members and kick some major Cobra ass. But The Dandies weren’t ready yet. Though, some members were already in New York after a Cobra named Ryland kidnapped Tom (also killing him after Gabe raped him many times). William was the leader though, and couldn’t risk his life in New York. For some strange reason, Gabe wanted him dead. Though, they never met before, and The Dandies were from Chicago and Australia, not New York. He found his soft, thin frame trembling as Chislett (another Dandie and also one of William’s best friends) came in through the door. His face was like stone. Before he could ever ask him what was wrong, Chiz’s strong arms were wrapped around William and the older boy was sobbing into his chest.
“They have Mike! They took Mike!” He finally made out after ten minutes of him crying and William soothing. Chiz finally let go and started breathing properly.
“Gabe took him just this morning! He…he hypnotized him. We c-… Mike’s gone.”
In another room, a skinny, young boy by the name of Adam was rudely awakened (again) by a tremendous roar, and more broken glass. He sat up slowly, and looked at his partner, Andy, who was grimacing slightly.
“I don’t think this is going to be a good morning.” He whispered. And he was completely right. A few seconds after he said that, William broke down the door and told them the news. Adam swung his thin legs over his top bunk and jumped down. Andy did the same. Even though they were in one of the worst gangs ever, the guys of the Dandies were sweet and loved each other dearly. And they were determined to get Mike back. Even if it was impossible.
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| Right (New Slash) Mike/Tom (sorry about no ljcut:edited) |
[9:27pm Saturday, October 27th, 2007] |
Title: Right
Rating: R
Pairing: Mike/Tom, Tom Centric.
Summary: “He doesn’t go on the internet much either, he keeps seeing stupid stuff about those people who messed everything up, made him like this. And he keeps seeing Mike.”
Disclaimer: Well, this isn’t really true.
Notes: I saw a picture today; Tom was at Fall Out Boy shows taking pictures. He looks amazingly different and very thin. His hair is shorter and, in a way I didn’t think it was really him. But it was. And soon as I saw that, I wanted to write this. And, I don’t care what you say. I still miss him.
( Read more )
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| If you haven't already... |
[8:10pm Saturday, October 27th, 2007] |
Pick Up Jimmy Eat World's New Album.
It is amazing.
There is no denying it.
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| I'd give anything to get out of this town. |
[12:16pm Saturday, October 27th, 2007] |
In my opinion, the only good things that come from Maryland are:
-All Time Low
-Dropout Year
-Elmo
-Stoplights
-Poems
and that's it.
Thank God, I'm from Virginia. But no one ever realizes that. I've lived here most of my life, besides the couple of years where I lived in Virginia right after I was born. I hate it here, I hate the crimes that happen sometimes right in my backyard. this happens for everyone. But I feel ashamed when people say they're afraid to walk around the Venue or thier TourBus because they're afraid of getting shot. I hate it when someone says it's DIRTY here. Or it smells. And in a way, it is Dirty, and it smells. There's nothing to Baltimore either. Our teams SUCK. Our museams SUCK. We have an amazing Aquarium, but in the end. It Sucks. Cliche Maryland famalies? The most annoying thing you can have. Usually go to Ocean City every three weeks. Wear RAY LEWIS or BART SCOTT jerseys because they don't really know anyone else on the Ravens(usually mothers). Listen to Country, 80's Glam, Radio Disney and the Hits Station, and sometimes ~~~*~*~~~92 Q. Thier Eight Year Olds sing AY BAY BAY and LOVE T.I. Not to mention, thier fashion sense are horrible. Please, if you can live at Ocean City. Stop buying your 13-year-old shitty 'CUTIE','MY SISTER IS A WITCH' and Cute Puppy Dog shirts. Now, if you're 11 and under. IT'S FINE. Unless you're fucking huge. Because that's not cute.
I really don't like famalies, to be honest.
IGNORE THIS.
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| Quickly. |
[10:02pm Friday, October 26th, 2007] |
Another Day.
Actually it's the same day since I've posted last. Not even an hour. Record Breaking?
More like pathetic. I'll get over that now.
I posted this on Fall Out Boy Rock the other day (or maybe weeks ago, I don't know)
It's not exactly the same thing, because I'm stupid and didn't save it. But it's the closest thing I have.
"Today in Earth Science we learned about Rocks.
It sounds boring. It was boring. Until Mr. Mack handed us rocks.
Free Rocks, amazing right?
Well he said somthing pretty amazing in my mind. It went somthing like this
'Just imagine, this rock in my hands is 40 Million Years Old'
And that got me thinking. I was the holding the rock in my hands, and thinking about what could of happened next to this, on this, with this.
That stupid rock, plain, simple. You can find it in your backyard.
But it made me look at life in a different way. It made it seem smaller
What if this rock was around when the dinosaurs were (it probably was).
What is a DINOSAUR stepped on this rock? A huge creature we only belive in because of bones and footsteps. Maybe someone was murdered with this rock, I thought. Hit in the head, tied to a leg and drowned with. This rock could hold so many secrets. It could of seen so much. If only it were human, if any rock or plant were human.
They see so much, and we so little. There is so much they could tell us.
Like, what really happened to the dinosaurs?
Did Frank Sinatra murder people?
Who Killed John F. Kennedy?
Stuff like that.
It's so stupid, but it made me actually breath. And think.
I felt so free and amazing.
You know when you sometimes look up at the sky and see the curve of the Earth?
Or you notice it's dark out, and that you're sideways or upside down?
Or that right now, someone on the other side of the Earth could be doing the same thing you're doing? And you wouldn't know?
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