This is my schmoop_bingo card.
You guys can't really say you're surprised, can you? xo
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Title: Holding My Breath Until There Are Stars in My Eyes
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Greta Morgan/Z Berg, Bob Morris/Ryan Ross
Summary: Greta's secret crush on Z is entirely founded - and also nowhere near as secret as she thought. Thanks to Ryan Ross, Greta is finally getting a chance to get closer to the girl she's been fancying from afar. Faily girls, even failier boys, and general teenage shenanigans ensue.
Disclaimer: If you think this is real, or if your RL persona is a basis for these characters, it'd be best for everyone involved if you closed out of this window.
A/N: This is my first pairing written for random_bandom , and I want to take a second to thank dr_jasley more than words can say for not only running this challenge, but also for the flailing via YIM, text messages and email about this story, the never-ending encouragement, and the amazing beta. Also, holy cow do I know nothing about Z Berg aside from the things Ryan Ross the weirdo has posted about her on Twitter. Except her outfits, which are almost all stolen from The Like's Twitpics. Title is taken from Gold Motel.
So, on my schmoop_bingo card I've got the prompt of 'pregnancy'. On a whim, I decided to try writing a quick m-preg drabble, and now, well. I'm 2k into this drabbly kind of fic and I've just reached the point where my guys have had their first doctor's appointment at 7 weeks, and I don't think there's any way this puppy is going to come in under 5,000 words. 5k, that is, with no real character development or backstory, except for the fact that I vaguely have an idea that it's in the same universe as one of my other quick bingo write-ups [my 'cooking together' square, if anyone's interested.]
I need advice, is what this basically boils down to. Should I continue on my merry pregnant-man ways or should I scrap the story all together and try writing something a little differently? I can't exactly see this specific story being bulked up any, and it's about the 5th time I've tried writing for this specific prompt [including one abandoned fic in which Greta was a surrogate for a sweet same-sex couple who lived in Florida, of all places] so what do you think?
Would anyone be willing to read through and give me some ideas or do you think I should just finish it and see how I feel about it then? I'm actually really liking it so far - in its sweet, surreal sort of way - and I've combined knowledge from rl experiences with some basic research so I'm not exactly just making shit up off the top of my head with how an actual pregnancy would go. I just *hands* I don't know what I'm doing, I guess.
Except maybe not so much the 'R'.
Remember, f-list, when I mentioned about all of those problems surrounding my family? Rearing it's ugly motherfucking head right now, and sometime in the next few days I'm going to be going out of state for a while. It might actually end up being a long, long while. I'm not sure yet, all I know is that certain family members of mine are needing me, and I can't find it anywhere in me to be selfish enough to tell them no. Fuck this so hard. I hate the fact that they even have to be in the situation that they're in, and I hate even more that I need to go be there in order to help fix it.
I'm hoping to be able to check in every now and again, and I'm also hoping to come back some time before the end of the year [my schmoop_bingo :(] but I just need to be elsewhere. I'm so fucking bummed and pissed at life simultaneously.
I feel like all of the friendships I've made around these parts in the last few months are ones that I'd seriously like to keep up. So, please, please, please don't forget about me when I'm not around. I'll be back someday [before the next My Chem and Panic albums because lol, that would mean I come back period] aaand when I do come back, I fully plan on bombarding each and every one of you with fic or poetry or art or mixes or what-the-fuck-ever you want in order for me to make up for not being around.
I'll miss you guys.
and, apparently, it's all my mind wanted to think about subconsciously because i woke up a few hours ago panting after a lucid dream about wings bursting from my back and raining black feathers everywhere. seriously, i had to check the mirror and make sure it wasn't real. after i sat there for a minute, i decided that i needed to get the images from the fic OUT. so, lol, i drew pictures? yeah, i know, what?! i don't draw more than heart and flower doodles on random bits of paper i can find. normally, that is. tonight i filled up something like 10 pages of wings and feathers and terrified faces. want to see? [this is less fanart and more 'omg, stop putting things in my head that aren't going to go away unless you want to suffer the consequences, rachel' lol]
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i have a bad quality scanner and no talent, these show an obvious mixture of the two.
see? totally not an artist, just a tortured soul ;]
hopefully i can get to sleep now. xo
schmoop_bingo prompt: coming home from long trip
Spencer/Brendon, 600 words, unbeta'd [please point out any glaringly obvious mistakes]
As always, this is fiction. Title from Glassjaw's song 'Piano'
[I don't feel like doing the long info for a drabble, I may or may not go back through and put one in later]
( I can't deny the throat, the love, sincerity.Collapse )
seriously married boyfriends, jeeze
on another note, LOOK AT MY ICON. it's from a picture that rachel drew for me. a picture of a ZOMBIE UNICORN. that she drew for me. of a zombie unicorn. guhhhh, i just keep saying it because it never gets any less amazing. &rachel;