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Title: But I Love You, 'Trick.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Warnings: Mild swearing, break up.
Words: 589
Disclaimer: Nope. Back button, if you know either one of these two.
Summary: The picture of him, smiling and wrapped around Pete, on the bedside table did nothing but make his eyes sting just a bit more than they already did.

( Send ... Sending... Sent! )

I have a secret: Last night I stayed up until 4:15, talking on the phone for 6 hours, to my boyfriend. Things got interesting pretty quickly. Lol. But it was nice. Felt like I should share.



So... I'm officially in love: ( Lunchbox time! )

It's April. We had a goddamn SNOW DAY!!! WTF??

Window view: bedroom edition.

Okay, seriously. I have a terrible urge to reread a zombie (non-AU) fic. I believe it was Patrick/Pete, Brendon/Ryan, Gabe(?)/William, and Gerard and Mikey Way. It was either an R or NC-17 for language, violence, an a bit of sexytimes, but very light porn. Basically, they were all at a venue, and a zombie invasion took place. They were trapped in a bathroom for, I think, 3 days. Evenually, evey single one of hem, besides Pete and Patrick dropped off, dying pretty graphically, if the author got into their deaths. Others just left, in search of safety or suppies, but didn't return. It was pretty gruesome and sad, but I believed it to be a happy(/okay?) ending. I really am craving this beautifully written work, that I am almost positive that it is either in the communities PatrickXPeter, or BandSlashMania. Just let me know, with a link, if you know where it is.

Heartbeats (bed room rendition) from William Beckett Jr. on Vimeo.


I'm so late on this. But seriously. This kid. <333

I'll post later with the story about me meeting him and him holding my hand (ths is not fiction, I swear to God!!) later if I feel like it. or you could just message me.

So. I've got a confession. I think I might be bisexual.

Meme jacked from Dani 'cause it's awesome, and plus I saw her boyfriend looks like a Pete/Ryan love child and then in the tags, I saw "google" (I clicked it thinking it would give me some hilarious tinyrant about Pete's dick on the intarwebz, omgz, and how she's lost all respect in him, but it turns out I followed a magical golden brick road to another meme, LOOK OUT!!).

My Life, According to Google.

1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
Kelsey needs to stop being a mat for everyone to walk on. [Excuse me?]
2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
Kelsey looks like a clown and Maggie looks mad. [Well, hello, Maggie, dear. Why so angry, buttercup?]
3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
Kelsey Does Angel Soft Commericial [... No comment.]
4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
Umm, 'nuff said. ( This is what really caught my eye. )
5: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:
Kelsey goes to jail. [Oh my!]
6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
Kelsey loves pizza. [And, quite frankly, Dani, I don't. I do not love nursery rhymes. Because I'm completely scarred from learning that Ring-Around-The-Rosy was about the plague and many other nursery rhymes were old-english pirate recruiting songs. I apologize for shmooshing your dream. :[ ...BWAHAHAHA.]
7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
I can't decide. Either: Kelsey eats walls. ORRRR... Kelsey eats shit. [To both I say that I'm glad I'm not THAT particular Kelsey.]
8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
Kelsey has a drinking problem. [Well, shit. I think not.]
9: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:
Kelsey wants a bush baby. [Why yes I do, as long as they mean those absolutely adorable little fuzzy creatures I saw in my science text book.]

So, all of these: For real. No bullshitting.

1. Taylor Swift
2. Preston (My studio never gives out last names, really. My best friend? Don't evn know hers. Some weird rule. I'll find out tomorrow, though.)
3. Emma Rose Evans
4. Joe Trohman (Almost)

1. My best friend/cousin's best friend's cousin is her. We met over the phone at one of their family parties I think.
2. Dude comes and teaches a couple classes over here almost every summer at my dance studio. Professional dancer and friends with all these celebs like rihanna, chris brown, and miley cyrus. I refuse to capitalize their names, because I hate all three of them. </ miniprotest >
3. Actually, she's my boss. I write for her online magazine. We met at a Pete-devoted site a year ago, during that crazy phase of my life.
4. Emma(^) got him to call me at the I Don't Care shoot just to say hi, but that unfortunately was the day after I let my phone go through the wash. I got a new one a week later with a "One Missed Call" notification and a message from Emma telling me to call back if it was still that day. Phrased weird, but you get the picture.

Any of you?

I am currently working on 3 different stories. Dani, I'll get it to you by Friday, but no guarantee. More like Sunday def. Busy week. Anyway, my two others. One is an OMC/OFC(/OMC) but if you look at the mistress as Patrick, and the girl as Ashlee, then I guess it could be the tragic love triangle of Pete, Trick, and Ash.

Then, the last one. Coming onstage. Think I should go for it? Your thoughts? Completely inspired by these two ecstasy-ridden picutres:





Mm, yeah. Think so. Ngh.


( So, anyway, life sucks. )

Gonegonegone. I love you so much. Never got to tell you goodbye. Oh God. Shit.

POSTED TO FOBR BY ME:


"Dear whoever actually reads this,

I apologize that this isn't really a post, but you were the only people I could turn to that I wasn't sure if they still believed in God, or at least prayer. Everyone else, despite the fact that I go to a catholic school system in Godtown, Michigan, seems to be "rebelling" and have ditched the "illogical idea of a greater being." Anyway, being so young, 14, most people scoff when they hear me say that I've already decided NEVER to drink, smoke, do drugs, or have promiscuous sex. I have my reasons. Numerous cousins of mine around my age have children. I don't want my future held down by a child. Too many relatives have died of lung cancer. My cousin who's just like a brother to me just got suspended from our catholic high school for having a pot stash in his book bag. Today, I found out that my aunt is on her death bed. Liver failure. She's not even 40 yet. She's been an alcoholic since her teens. It destroyed her marriage, her kids' safety, her life, her job, her family, and now her entire life. Unless she has some VERY unlikely miraculous recovery all on her own, she's expected to be gone for good in a day. Since she's an alcoholic, they can't give her a transplant. She was going to be the sponsor for my confirmation, when I become a grown woman in the church's eyes. I don't know if you believe in prayer. I don't know any of you. Just please, can you pray for her? This sounds unfortunately a lot like those spam chain emails, but I promise it's not. It's not meant to get your pity, just your support. I just need someone's help, and no one's there. Please, I hope you can open your hearts for me, my family, and my aunt.

Sincerely,
KC"

From FOBR:


"

<3 LOL PETEy!!!<3

<3<3 LOL!! Pete yr S0 FFUUNNAAYY!!!!!!! LOL<3<3
btw!, Happy <3VALINTINES DAY!!!<3 a_a xD

Posted by: xXCRAZY4FOBXx on Feb 13, 2009 1:46 AM (GMT-08:00)"




Dear God. < / invisible-rant >

1. One of the earliest songs you can remember listening to: "Grand Theft Autumn" - Fall Out Boy

2. Song from the artist you last saw live: "Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn" - Hellogoodbye

3. Song you currently can't get out of your head: "The Chain" - Ingrid Michaelson

4. Song by someone who is dead: "Blue Velvet" - Bobby Vinton [wait, he's dead, right?]

5. Song you discovered from a film: "Be Ok" - Ingrid Michaelson

6. Song you love to sing along to: "She Had The World" - Panic At The Disco

7. Song you totally misunderstood the first time you heard it: "Sugar We're Going Down" - Fall Out Boy [lol, who did hear this right? ... exactly.]

8. Love song: "You And I" - Ingrid Michaelson

9. Song that makes you nostalgic: "Beverly Hills" - Weezer / Any TTYG song - Fall Out Boy

10. Song that makes you cry: Depends where. In concert: "Grand Theft Autumn" - Fall Out Boy. At home: "Giving Up" - Ingrid Michaelson

11. Song that makes you laugh: "Foux du Fa Fa" - Flight of the Conchords

12. Song that makes you want to dance: "Kids" - MGMT

13. Song with food in the title: "Mayonnaise" - Smashing Pumpkins [never heard it, thank you, Dani, for already knowing one :] ]

14. Song that creeps you out: ... "This Is Halloween" - Panic At The Disco.

15. Really good cover song: "Can't Help Falling In Love" - Ingrid Michaelson (originally by Elvis, I think. Might be thikning of a different song)

16. Song about dreaming or waking up: "Welcome to Wherever You Are" - Ten Second Epic

17. Song you love only because of the title: "Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession (And I, Dear Madame, Am A Professional)" - Cobra Starship.

18. Song you like from an artist that you otherwise don't like: "Mr. Brightside" - The Killers

19. Song you hate: "Umbrella" - Rihanna [I can't stand her... seriously. But just about anything on the radio. Though, unfortunately, I feel obligated to sympathize for her, by being punched by Chris Brown. But really, I heard on the news that it was not in fact Rihanna that got punched? I don't know. I've met Chris Brown before. Big disappointment, now.]

20. Wildcard: "Disenchanted" - My Chemical Romance



Excuse the Ingrid MIchaelson obsession! I just like fell in love with her awesomeness.

"Why they think they match is beyond me. Why the others think they dont is even farther gone. Love forever, opposites attract. Dear magnet, I love you."

Title: Dance, Dance
Pairing(s): Patrick/umc(unidentified male character) even though it's Pete if you squint really hard.
Rating: Hard R, pretty much NC-17.
Warnings: Brief language, hand jobs, dirty dancing.
Word Count: 702
A/N: Not my best, wrote it quick, but I still had the two prompts from XOLUNCHBOX (Patrick coming in his pants) and KITTYGRENADE (Dirty dancing, Pete/Patrick) prominently in mind while writing this. I'm not going to extend it, though for XOLUNCHBOX, I'm probably going to write another shorter one, using her prompt, yet in a different way.


( Patrick just smiled to himself and grinded back onto the lap fitting perfectly beneath his. )

Hm, well, for the first post of the week, I was hoping I would be able to say something witty and admirable, but it looks like 7:15 AM posts lack in that department.

Anywho, today is my birthday! Turning 14. Yeah, I'm a young'n.

On the plus side of my incoherency, notice the time, and notice how it's a weekday. We were hit by that huge coldfront, so for today and yesterday, we got school called off because the windchill was below -25.

I can't type much, because my sister is two feet above me, sleeping in the top half of my loft, just until her new mattress comes in. She probably wouldn't like me waking her up this early.

I love that my birthday is so close to inauguration. :]


Soon, Dani and I will begin our work on the fic that I have taken to incessantly calling our mindbaby. Soon.



Favorite new song.


This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep
This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio

So, its been officially over 2 weeks since I last updated. Christmas break to me means a full-out break. I'm sorry, I do not come bearing gift in the form of undeniably long fic. But I guarantee, my next one will be Patroh, and it should be on the last paragraph if not posted by my birthday, considering that I'm starting from scratch sometime late at night just writing in a miniature notebook, while Lloyd tries to worm his annoying fuzzy little body under my legs.

Found a reason why I'm so tired I can't keep my eyes open: Here. Best site ever. Explore it if you can.

Also, over break I redid my room. I'll probably post pictures once it's completely finished.

So, how are you, my loves? We haven't spoken in forever and I totally miss you all. Just to let you know, you can always AIM me (TrohnadoRock).

I wrote a bit today, but it wasn't fic. It wasn't even lyrics or a poem. It was mostly just a couple short unrelated lines that will, for the most part, end up as my status message for the next couple days. Example (here.) before I post them all together as a complete compilation. ( Here too. )

I have to go, silly silly science. I'll be online a bunch tonight, and this week. Just talk. I'll talk back. <3

I think I may start a pr0n series. Maybe 2. Because I'm writing an alwaysagirl!Pete/Patrick one and its pretty hot, but I keep coming up with all of these different possibilities, that just seem to much to add into a tiny little half-plot. Therefore, series is born. Then, once I have about 3 up, I'll rewrite them all m/m style, just with the same theme.

Theme 1 - sex toys.
Theme 2 - secretly. (but yet still onstage. you'll see.)
Theme 3 - vacation, probably european.
Theme 4 - bondage. (this one may take a little longer, for the f/m version. I mean, I understand m/m light bondage, but I need another unique way that may include research for the f/m.)
Theme 5 - tattoos, sharpie or real.

Then I'll decide from there if I have any kinks or fantasies that need to be written.

(EDIT: Wow, I look back at this and realize how much of a sex addict it makes me look... :\ )

You Are 48% Pure

You're not so innocent... in fact, you're quite unpure. You have seen and experienced a lot. And you're no worse for the wear!

Thank you to the lovely Dani<3

I was totally just inspired... to write...




A LOVE TRIANGLE STARRING TRICK.




Here's the deal:



Patrick
/ \
Pete - Ashlee

While Pete and Ashlee are married.

Win/win? Sound :] ?

I got me a guy today. :]




My eyes can't believe what they have seen, in the corner of your room you've stock-piled millions of my memories.



Let's talk. Email me at ginasfslove@livejournal.com or khunt.music95@yahoo.com and IM me at TrohnadoRock or KelseyStumpIsOn.