lierdumoa: (subversive)
My observations as a fannish lurker, pulled from various conversations and a few older lj posts. I figured I'd put them all in one place.

[describing Thor in Thor] He's like a Viking version of The Tick.

[describing Girl with the Dragon Tattoo] IT'S THE DYSTOPIAN GENDERFUCK JOHN/SHERLOCK AU I DIDN'T KNOW I WANTED.

[describing BBC's Sherlock] This is the most epic love story I've seen since I first watched The Fast and the Furious.

[describing Hailee Steinfield in True Grit] Imagine Benton Fraser as a thirteen year old girl in the old west, with no Ray.

[describing The Proposal] It's every work of Devil Wears Prada fanfiction ever. Only het.

[describing the Twilight movies] This is what True Blood would be like if it actually took itself seriously.

[describing Russel Edgington in True Blood] He's the villain from Pixar's Up!, complete with army of sentient canines.

[describing Jim Ellison in The Sentinel] He's the gay man's John McClane, complete with receding hairline and spunky, curly haired wife.


I'm working on some multifandom fic rec posts, for my own amusement. My favorite "dialogue/monologue/textual communication under the influence of alcohol/drugs" fic. My favorite "secretly the town bicycle" fic (it's like "secretly a virgin" fic only, you know, the exact opposite of that). My favorite "endearingly hapless creepy stalker" fic. My favorite "surprise alien/magical vagina" fic (not to be confused with genderswap). My favorite "preposterous superpower" AU's. My favorite supermodel AU's. I'm sure I could think of more, but I do want to post this journal entry at some point.


Happy New Year's Eve, y'all.
lierdumoa: (Default)
Wherein [livejournal.com profile] permetaform and I laugh at cripples (so to speak):

[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Dude, you have to see this ad. Over half the commercial is made up of horrifying medical disclaimers. You keep expecting it to be a spoof on pharmaceutical commercials, but no. It's actually a real ad.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: LINK
[pause for commercial break]
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: Wooooow.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Sudden death? Sores? WTF is this, AIDS in a bottle?
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: [googles]
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: Apparently, rheumatoid arthiritis is basically having an overactive immune system, so the drugs for it are immunosuppressants. So ... yes. AIDS in a bottle.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ...huh. That...huh.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Okay if I were that desperate, though, I still wouldn't take this drug. I'd be like, "Screw that. I'm having high risk sex instead."
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: Yeah, why put up with a series of injections when instead you could—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: —put up with a series of injections?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ::snickers::


In other news, I'm following this completely amazing au crackfic on [livejournal.com profile] kinkme_merlin. It has the best drunk dialogue/representation of drunk characters I have ever come across in a work of fanfiction. I literally laughed until I cried. But that detail is merely a footnote in this epic, hijinks-filled tale of romance in the modern age.

I'd quote something, but I don't want to spoil any of the story, so instead I'm going to give you a technically accurate yet completely misleading summary: Merlin starts up an anonymous online relationship. He has no idea that his internet crush is in fact his celebrity crush, famous actor Arthur Pendragon. Arthur's been keeping his homosexuality carefully concealed behind the virtual closet doors of gay online forums. What happens when Arthur stops being so careful?

GO! READ!
lierdumoa: (unbeta'd)
I was image searching on google for pictures of belly buttons when I traumatized myself (yeah, I know—that's what I get for googing navels).

And, because I'm such a good friend, I'm spreading the trauma around.

you probably don't want to see what's beneath this cut, but if you're like me, you won't be able to resist looking )

I was going to post about the bread pudding I made for breakfast today. Something tells me this is the wrong journal entry for a food recipe.
lierdumoa: (lj is crack)
So I had a bizarre dream about Adam Lambert last night.

We were texting. He was telling me about some kick ass Tank Girl themed party I needed to go to. And then I realized he was on the bed with me, only the bed was giant, and we were wearing pajamas and there was this very strong preteen-girl-sleepover vibe going on. So I turned to him and was like "why are we texting? We're dorks." And then we were chatting and cuddling platonically and after a while I decided I wanted to go to sleep and moved away from him.

And then he pulled me back into him and I was yelling, "Let go of me, Lambert. I AM NOT A HOT WATER BOTTLE."

And then I woke up.


I feel like I've reached new heights of lame here. Instead of a getting a nice hot sex dream where I'm in a sweaty threesome with the Allens I dream about Lambert and me being giggly bff's.
lierdumoa: (role model)
So I had to have my left nipple stud taken out Wednesday. It was migrating. I distinctly remember the right stud hurting more than the left going in, so I suspect the reason the left rejected and not the right is that the left piercing wasn't quite deep enough in the first place. In any case, it's on its way to closing back up now, and in a couple months I should be able to get it re-pierced.

And now that I have posted this I am of course picturing you all wincing and clutching your bosoms in empathy. Well, mostly just clutching your bosoms—in my imagination I'm not really paying much attention to your faces.

A girl must find her amusements where she can.


So I've caught up on Merlin series 2.

It's come to my attention that Merlin fandom is terrible at naming things. I'm not just talking about fic, though most of the fanfiction in the fandom is given depressingly unoriginal titles. I'm talking about the fanon nicknames every other fandom I've been in has come up with to mock it's beloved characters. In Smallville we had LionEL and Lana-Fu. In Avatar: The Last Airbender we had Crazula and Penislord Ozai. In Torchwood we had Zombie!Owen. In American Idol RPS we have The Gay Alien from Planet Fierce. In SPN we have the Metallicar. In SPNRPS we named Jared's cock.

That is to say, if you Merlin fen weren't lying down on the job, Uther Pendragon would have assumed his rightful name of King Trollfucker the instant he ... what was that he did again?

Oh right—had sex with a troll.

And that is all I have to say about that.


Jogging is so much easier on a treadmill. I felt so in shape running for 20 minutes without stopping on my dad's treadmill over break, and now that I'm on a jogging path I'm back to feeling like a complete novice who can't go five minutes without panting like I'm dying.


Yes, you are correct in assuming this post has a point.
lierdumoa: (breasteses)
So I've been busy.

Art school continues to use up all my creativity. I haven't been producing anything fannish, hence the whole lotta nothing I've been posting to this journal.

I got sucked into American Idol RPS, since I do at least have enough brain energy left over after classes to read fanfiction and surf youtube. Don't judge me. In fact? Here: read this fandom overview and SHARE MY PAIN.

I've discovered the hidden downside to weightloss. My tits have shrunk.I am now a B cup. U GUISE, I can't even remember the last time I was a B cup. I think I was twelve. On the upside, I'm getting more mileage out of that LJ icon than I ever anticipated.

I'm blaming my newly developed pectorals for the fact that I went down a cup size, but not a band size. Then again, maybe I should at least try the 32C's considering *none* of the 34B's @ Victoria's Secret fit me right. Of course, that might just be the style. They stopped selling unpadded balconet bras. The teardrop shaped cups are not flattering on me, and the padding in the new balconets gives me cones straight out of 1950's television.

I am not an older white lady. That is not a good look for me.

But speaking of older white ladies, Courtney Cox has a new show. Cougar Town. On the downside, it's no Dirt. On the upside, it's no Friends either. It's going on my list of sitcoms I will deign to watch (bringing that list to a grand total of two shows, the other being The Big Bang Theory). Also on the upside? No obnoxious laugh track.

Lalala

Jun. 15th, 2009 08:12 pm
lierdumoa: (breasteses)
The most hilarious thing happened on Saturday.

I was on the bus fairly close to home, talking to a friend. I decided to get off because the bus was too loud to hold a phone conversation and I was only about a mile away from my place. After walking for a while, a car came up behind me.

Obnoxious boy #1 yelled out the window that I was beautiful. I rolled my eyes, said a semi-sarcastic thanks and continued talking to my friend over the phone.

Obnoxious boy #2 asked me if my feet were tired (with the unspoken implication that he'll be willing to give me a ride, of course, pun intended). I said, "I'm good," and again went back to my conversation.

And then. A third voice arose. A female voice, saying "I am so sorry. I'm sooo sorry."

This I had to see. I turned towards the car so fast I almost gave myself whiplash, because what? These losers actually had a woman in the car with them? I saw this beautiful Asian girl in the front seat with the world's most wretchedly embarrassed expression on her face.

"It's okay," I told her, trying not to laugh. I figure she was trapped in the car with either her endearingly stupid male college friends or possibly her endearingly stupid male sibling and his friends.

This event, combined with the event which took place earlier on in the day, wherein a guy told me I had a cute laugh after I cackled gratingly into the phone during a separate phone conversation, leads me to conclude that my new hair cut has given me sex hair, and I look like a million bucks right now.


So. You know. WIN.

Vid blah

Feb. 11th, 2009 10:24 pm
lierdumoa: (Default)
So I'm, like, 1/3 of the way done with another Dean Winchester vid. It's going to have a lot of playing around with color, which is fun. I haven't really played around with color this much since two VividCon's ago (or three?). After my last Dean vid being all muddy and dark, it will be nice to make a vid that's bright and ... glaring? I mean, this is Dean we're talking about, so it's not going to be warm and uplifting.

Well, okay, it's going to be warm, in a sense. I think my exact words when describing it to [livejournal.com profile] permetaform were, "I want it to be hell colored."


I've been watching [livejournal.com profile] wistful_fever's Elemental a lot. Possibly too much considering the places my brain has been going to. I kind of want to use her music to make a horrendously spectacularly earnest Twilight LKBV. The song is "Stay" by Michelle Featherstone, though for the vid's sake I'd probably have to change the title to "Stalk."

I mean, there are actual shots in the movie Edward playing piano to go with the piano in the song. I could really stretch that out. That could be half the vid right there.

I figure either Fabella would get a kick out of it or I'd get stoned and exiled from the vidding community. Possibly both.



In other news:

Art school is kicking my ass. In a good way.

I started taking kung-fu lessons. Perhaps soon I might be able to kick back.

We made wax working tools for my bronze casting class by pounding steel rod into shapes more convenient for sculpting. Sharp edges for cutting curved surfaces for shaping, etc. It amuses me that this translates to me walking around with what are essentially a couple of shanks in my purse.



I have an echocardiogram next month because apparently my resting heartrate is 101 bpm. Which is weird. Since, you know, I eat pretty healthy and walk around a lot. Heart disease kind of runs in my family, though. So, like, cross your fingers for me or something. That would be cool.

:|

Also? It turns out I'm totally allergic to walnuts. I get a rash. On my face. Thankfully with my skin tone it doesn't show up to much, but still. It makes me sad, because walnut oil makes a bitchin' salad dressing, and smells amazing, and has omega-3 fatty acids, and is basically awesome.

Random

Dec. 1st, 2008 04:04 pm
lierdumoa: (I wish I could quit being so SRS)
My brain is a terrible place. I saw this news article and now all I can hear in my head is the voice of Maggie Gyllenhaal breathily moaning "I'm your secretary" while masturbating in an office bathroom.

Note: I'm kind of amazed at myself for being able to correctly spell her last name from memory.


I wrote the worst paper in the history Art History. Luckily my instructor took pity and gave us all an extra week.

I have the money to buy the ergonomic shoes I've been coveting. Only the shoes I have right now are pretty good, and I have a million other worthwhile things I could also be spending that money on. Or I could put it in my savings account. In any case, I need to get it out of my checking account before it all gets spent on overpriced food because I took the time to make myself a lunch only to forget it in my fridge for the second day in a row.

I am so tired right now I'm strongly considering giving up some of my culinary pretention and actually buying pre-grated parmesan because it's the only kind they cell at the corner store near my house and shopping anywhere that will sell me a decent block of Reggiano requires at least a mile and a half of walking.

On the other hand I haven't been to a Whole Foods in so long I'm starting to miss stinky French cheese like the deserts miss the rain. Not that I need to be buying any when I'm five pounds away from being able to sit down in my tight jeans without losing circulation.


Supposedly there should be a paycheck in the mailbox when I get home today.

::crosses fingers::

Speaking of fingers, I stabbed myself in one with a kitchen knife this morning. God only knows what I'll do to myself in welding class tomorrow. Wish me luck! Or a swift death!


I'm currently poking at notes for an original novel whose characters are in my head sekritly being played by Jared Padalecki and Tricia Helfer. I haven't decided if they're going to end up fucking in it yet, tho. I mean, they should. Because that would be hot. But if it's not working in the story I'm not going to try to force it. Nobody likes pasted on subtext. I've got Eartha Kitt in there too. Try to bend your brain around that one. See if you do a better job of it than I'm doing. Seriously, I have, like, no work done on this thing and it was supposed to be a nanowrimo project. I am so made of fail. Clearly I need to not quit my day job where I'm a part-time nudist.

Yeah, I basically had no reason for writing this post.


ETA: After seeing several interviews on youtube it has become clear to me that Robert Pattinson hates Edward even more than Kristen Kreuk hated Lana. Which is probably more hate than any single person can handle without exploding. Then again, Robert Pattinson kind of seems like he might be on the verge of doing just that.

And seriously, if he did explode? SPARKLY VAMPIRE CONFETTI FOR EVERYONE!!1!
lierdumoa: (TV)
Yesterday my ecorche instructor told us a heartwarming tale in which he had said to his graduate figure sculpture class, "Happy Thanksgiving," and a Chinese student, in heavily accented broken English, responded, "What is Sexgiving?"

...

The BEST HOLIDAY EVER, clearly.

So, uh, I've been buried under a mountain of schoolwork. But my school locked all us poor art students out of the building for the weekend, so we're all enjoying a compulsory hiatus from our finals panic.


In fannish news, I've finally properly outlined my woman!Dean fic, and thus have determined with greater certainty that I am approximately 1/3 of the way done. It was a headache trying to work out the timeline. The story jumps around a lot.


I want to make a Sam vid to Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt" (yes, the original, not the Johnny Cash cover) only I can't decide whether I have enough of an arc to make it now or whether I should wait until the series is over. Granted, considering the speed at which I typically vid, I probably won't get to finish it until the series is over anyway.

I have these very strong visuals in my head juxtaposing Sam and Dean shoving each other into walls with the Sam and Ruby sex scene, set to the thumping bassline of the chorus. Also, evil!Sam. Also, teary eyed!Sam. And flashback sequences of happy moments. Flashback sequences.

It's basically about Sam turning into a wreck over his inability to save Dean. A pathetic wreck. I already have an unofficial title for the vid. It's called "crying and masturbating."

I'm pretty sure the vid's not going to be an LKBV, but it feels like I'm making one anyway simply due to the sheer quantity of shameless self-indulgence that's going into it. But then, I'm sure I've said before that the best vidding experiences are the ones that leave you feeling like you just got away with murder.



Happy Sexgiving, everybody! Eat well!
lierdumoa: (open wide)
Had a figure modeling job today. Was really tired afterwards. Drank a frighteningly supercaffeinated thing and spent a couple hours waiting for it to kick in. It kept not kicking in. Talked to a friend on the phone whining, "SOOO TIIIIRED, WHYYYYYYY?!?" whilst using the internet to estimate how many calories figure modeling burns (I assume a little less than what yoga burns).

Spent a good fifteen minutes of blank confusion before connecting the dots and realizing I have in fact burned more calories than I've eaten today.

FAIL.

Now I'm trying to figure out if I should eat at the overpriced Thai place nextdoor or go somewhere more reasonably priced but farther away. I don't really feel like Thai. But I also don't really feel like walking.

:|

:| :| :|

Random

Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:22 pm
lierdumoa: (chibi!dancing!Gojyo)
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: heh, cousin's demanding that we dress up for her b-day party
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: so I'm gonna wear my black wings, stick some feathers in my hair in fan-shape and carry around a sign saying "NEVERMORE"
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: =D
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: HA
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: yeah, and then black clothes, which is easy for me
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: 'cause black is my friend
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: oh god, I'm just picturing you
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: in your tiny voice
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: heeeeee
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: ^_^V
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: saying "nevermore" over and over again
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa:like a goddamn pokemon
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform:
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: I wish their had been a Nevermore pokemon
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: in competition, it would just stare you into giving up
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: YOUR SOUL
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: XD
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: indeeeeeed

Although, on second thought, it would probably be next to impossible to get Nevermore to return to its pokeball. Thing would probably, like, epoxy itself to your chamber door.


My Ecorche instructor (that being the class where we use oil based clay to sculpt the human body from the inside out) has an interesting way of teaching. There's very little instruction involved. He sculpts a form himself and maybe throws out one or two sentences explaining what he's doing, and then lets his students spend a few hours pretty much winging it. After a while he does a walkaround to each student and points out what's wrong/right with a given project. It feels less like he's giving a lesson and more like he's giving a beta.

Rather, it's not the teaching style I find so unique as that he is using this particular teaching style for a class that is so inherently technical. I'd expect it for, say, my welding class, where our projects are left completely to our imagination with the provision that they involve welding of some kind. But in terms of artistic anatomy, I took the drawing form of this class some semesters ago and half of each class session consisted of the intructor giving a lecture while his students took down notes.

Uhm.

Oct. 18th, 2008 04:31 pm
lierdumoa: (such great heights)
"So a canvasser goes to a woman's door in Washington, Pennsylvania. Knocks. Woman answers. Knocker asks who she's planning to vote for. She isn't sure, has to ask her husband who she's voting for. Husband is off in another room watching some game. Canvasser hears him yell back, 'We're votin' for the n***er!'

Woman turns back to canvasser, and says brightly and matter of factly: 'We're voting for the n***er.'"

source: here



I....

I love my country.

So

Oct. 15th, 2008 04:12 pm
lierdumoa: (Default)
I was looking through somebody's del.icio.us page when I saw this summary for a Torchwood fic:
Jack groaned. ‘What the hell is [Gwen] doing here? I keep telling her to go home.’ He drew back from Ianto and rubbed his hands over his face. ‘I better go talk to her.’ With a hand on Ianto’s shoulder he levered himself upright and headed for the door. ‘Ah. Sir.’ Jack looked round. ‘Don’t you think you should get dressed first?’
I got all excited and clicked on the link.

And then I saw the next line in the story, which read:
Jack clapped a hand over his mouth. ‘Right, right,’ he said, and scrabbled in the heap of discarded clothing for his underwear.
And I lost all interest in the story.


Which brings me to the point of my post.


Who knows where I can find some Jack/Gwen porn? Preferably the plotless kind. I would not be averse to threesomes including said pairing. Or foursomes, for that matter. Or moresomes! ZOMBIE OWEN COULD BE SITTING NEXT TO THE BED FROWNING BITTERLY BECAUSE HIS ZOMBIE PEEN IS MADE OF FAIL.



Uh.

I only slept 3 hours last night.

Today

Apr. 25th, 2008 10:20 pm
lierdumoa: (Default)
I woke up late. I ate breakfast. I slept some more. I went grocery shopping. I got Chinese takeout for lunch. There was a boy at the register. He looked twelve, but he was probably more like fifteen because I didn't give my name when I put in my order and payed with cash and he, I shit you not, put me down as "hot girl." At least, I'm pretty sure that's what was called out to me by some presumably non-English speaking employee before she handed over my bag of food. So either she thought my name was "hot girl" or she was describing the food and the Mandarin for "half a roast duck" and "oysters and pork" translates phonetically into "hot girl."

Oh yeah, then an hour or so later the checkout guy at Wallgreens greeted me with, "How you doin'."

Anyway, right now I'm at the Fine Art: Sculpture building pretending to work, but really just gathering fic to put on my flash drive so I can read it at my internetless home. Tomorrow hopefully I'll get some actual work in. Or, you know, a lot of actual work in. Since I'm behind and all. And possibly call my guitarist and try to do something about that band I'm in, like, you know, write lyrics, like I'm supposed to. He called me this morning and played me pretty music over the phone. Then he asked for feedback, and I struggled to put a sentence together while feeling pretty much completely braindead. This was right after I woke up groggy from my nap.

I like Fridays.
lierdumoa: (WTF!)
OMG DONE. DONE, DONE, DONE!!!1!

The vid did not want to export, dude, I had to cut it up into, like, ten pieces and restart premiere after every other export, then tie it all back together in Virtualdubmod, then nitpick it to death a little bit more when I found stray frames/timing errors, etc. export all ten pieces again, lather, rinse, repeat ad nauseum.

I'm still frowning at that one section in the 2nd chorus that's too slow but. Yeah. Whatever. I've been working on this bitch for almost a year. I am so very, very done.

DOOOOOOOOOONE.

And on that note I give you Sam possessed by...



...the spirit of Aidan Ford!

JUST SAY NO TO THE WRAITH JUICE, SAMMICH.


Okay, so maybe that was funnier at three in the morning after ohgodIdon'tevenknowhowmany hours on my computer poking at a 16 point garbage matte.


Man, it's good to be done.
lierdumoa: (over-dramatic)
Or, you know, at my computer.

You know what would make my life? Patrick Stump singing "Chain of Fools." Actually, any Aretha Franklin. Preferably all Aretha Franklin. But mostly "Chain of Fools." And when I say 'make my life' I mean the awesomeness of it might actually kill me.

Come on fandom internets God Obi-Wan Pete Wentz. MAKE IT HAPPEN.


It is three thirty in the morning. I spent yesterday writing song lyrics and avoiding everything.

::loses at life::

Mnrgh

May. 22nd, 2007 04:59 pm
lierdumoa: (sleep tight)
So braindead.

I visited the parents this past weekend. It was a nice, mellow two day visit. I spent both train rides listening to a lot of Fall Out Boy on my headphones.

I got home around 7:30, was chatting w/ [livejournal.com profile] natilathehun on AIM when I suddenly became ridiculously stir crazy. We continued our conversation on the phone. She educated me on a lot of Wentz canon history and then told me beautiful Pete/Patrick stories that she's planning on writing while I walked (with occasional bouts of jogging and skipping) around town for three hours until finally my legs got tired, at which point I went back to my apartment and collapsed into bed—

—where I continued listening to [livejournal.com profile] natilathehun tell me beautiful stories until 3:30 in the morning (5:30 for her). She had work today. I should be sorry for keeping her up. But I'm so, so not sorry at all.

I went to bed, woke up six hours later with the worst headache of ever, took some Tylenol (I kind of hate taking drugs for anything), washed twelve bajillion dishes (that were all mine, because I'm disgusting like that and let dirty dishes pile up in my room) did a mild tidying that included making my bed, which has not been made in roughly three months and met [livejournal.com profile] goluxexmachina for lunch.


Oh, what else.

I figured out how I'm ending the Patrick/Maja fic. Now I just have to write the thing. I'm thinking 2500-3000 words by the time it's done. Don't quote me on that.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] natilathehun I now know enough canon backstory to start writing another scene in my vampire!Pete fic.


In other news:

Avril took her clothes off for Blender. This was basically the highlight of my week, somewhat dimmed by the fact that I saw said magazine whilst shopping for DVD's at blockbuster w/ my father, hence could not actually purchase it. Yes, I would have paid money for that. No, I am not being facetious. Hell yeah, she's the motherfuckin' princess.


I'm going to go nap now.

I still haven't seen Heroes.

Crackchat

May. 8th, 2007 12:37 am
lierdumoa: (dance sam)
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: if I don't keep my hair in a bun
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: it just expands as it dries
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: growing bigger and bigger like a chia pet
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: you know what I'm picturing right now, right?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: me with a big green fro?
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: YIS
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: and just that perfect shade of 00FF00
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: I'm reminded of [livejournal.com profile] spaggel telling me about her green haired friend getting a hair cut
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: and having a mullet at one point in the hair cut
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: and everyone laughing and calling him Captain Planet
[livejournal.com profile] permetaform: OH GOD
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: ...
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: HE'S A HERO
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: GONNA BRING POLLUTION DOWN TO ZERO
Read more... )
lierdumoa: (thigh flirting)
When I wore too tight girls jeans.

And was a rock star.

camh0ring in my Wentz pants )


Today I spent, like, half an hour trying to get off and failing. And then I woke up from my nap and realized I wasn't actually touching myself in the first place. I don't know if that rates better or worse than dreaming about denying myself fatty foods.

Doesn't your life feel enriched now that I've shared this with you?

TMI? Whut?


In conclusion:

Jared Leto's Tiny Fist of Rage Emo, Emo Pain Rage

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