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06 June 2016 @ 10:46 am

This is my schmoop_bingo  card.

 

You guys can't really say you're surprised, can you? xo


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What do you want, Ladyface?
18 February 2011 @ 03:31 am
Title: Smoke-smuggered Stars
Author: alljustlovers 
Rating: PG-13 for language and some ~colorful imagery~
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Dystopian apocalypse AU in which Spencer saves Brendon in more ways than he intended to, and maybe Brendon even saves him too.
Wordcount: ~7,500
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 here thanks to detourtoyou and her thorough, thorough beta of an otherwise useless piece of crap. Any mistakes, inconsistencies, time jumps, comma splices, run-on sentences or grade school level grammar mistakes left are mine and mine alone /o\ Also, this fic is solely here [beyond the help of Detour] because MY RACHEL IS HAVING A HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY. AND WE ALSO JUST CELEBRATED A FRIENDIVERSARY. AND SHE'S ALSO OFFICIALLY BEEN A PART OF BANDOM FOR A YEAR. Happy FriendaBandoBirthaversary to you-oo, bb, and I wish you/us/the world at large many, many more. Infinite hearts, hugs, and unicorns <3 XOXO
 
You can find a mini-mix here ; the title was taken from here



And all that was left 'neath the bad smelling sky was my big empty factory, the Lorax, and ICollapse )

ILYBB!


 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
18 February 2011 @ 02:55 am
When I was writing this, I had my computer playlist set to random, and Holy Divine Intervention, Batman! Every song that popped up pushed this a little further, inspired my imagery and mood a little more, and solidified my thoughts that, yes, this is supposed to be written. So, mini-mix, with a d/l link to a folder with all songs. I hope you enjoy the pretentiousness of my ~being inspired~ by cokeheads and general d-baggery :]

[Also, since Rachelbb is a YouTuber rather than a downloader, I've supplied links to hear the songs without having to download them, just click the song title and you'll be taken there ♥]


DOWNLOAD LINK.


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If any of the links aren't working, let me know!
xoxo
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?

Title: Holding My Breath Until There Are Stars in My Eyes
Author: alljustlovers 
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Greta Morgan/Z Berg, Bob Morris/Ryan Ross
POV: 3rd
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.
Wordcount: 4,101
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.

 
 
 
 
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What do you want, Ladyface?
05 November 2010 @ 08:27 am

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. 

 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
Title: Jump With the Moon and Move It
Author: alljustlovers 
Rating: PG-13 for language and some description of wounds [there's also a very ambiguous ending, if that's the kind of thing that bothers you.]
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Some things can break your heart, but very few things could feel like this.
Wordcount: 1,508
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 an unbeta'd sequel to Teen Wolves and was written for bdenismine . I hope this is what you wanted *shy* Title taken from the Gorillaz song 'Dare'




That's what you do, baby. Hold it down.Collapse )
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
28 October 2010 @ 03:07 am
schmoop_bingo  prompt: neck kisses
Spencer/Brendon, 1,012 words, unbeta'd [please point out any glaringly obvious mistakes]
As always, this is fiction. Title from the episode of Glee that I so clearly stole the premise from.

[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]



It's a nice break from all that scissoring.Collapse )
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
09 October 2010 @ 12:29 am
schmoop_bingo  prompt: massage - erotic
Brendon/Rick Moranis Jack Antonoff of Steel Train/fun. ~fame~, 2,157 words, unbeta'd [please point out any glaringly obvious mistakes]
As always, this is fiction. Title from Steel Train's song 'Dakota'

[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]


It's okay to feel a little strange.Collapse )
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?

Title: Teen Wolves in Heat, or (Together We'll Be) Fierce and Wild
Author: alljustlovers
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
POV: 3rd
Summary: This whole being a werewolf thing is really, really not helping Spencer get excited for the start of his junior year.
Wordcount: 2,703
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.
Beta: dr_jasley gave this a read through for me; any remaining errors are my own [and I would love if you could point them out to me!]
A/N: This is in equal parts for my schmoop_bingo card, prompt: wild card - soulmates/soulbonding and for Rachel, because I love you always; I took major liberties with this, please don't mind. This is also my own weird way of welcoming myself back into bandom after my 4 month break. 'Ello, 'ello, 'ello again. Parenthetical title comes from a Tanglefoot song.



 
If you're not afraid what I might do, then the wolf in me and the wolf in you, together we'll be fierce and wildCollapse )
 
 
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
 
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
22 June 2010 @ 12:20 am

 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. 

 

xo

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What do you want, Ladyface?
so, once upon a time, rachel signed up for hc_bingo and started writing gorgeous fic in a verse that she's been telling me about since we first started talking. last night, i finally caught up on all of the prompts i had missed, and there was this one that particularly struck me. the imagery she uses just blows my mind, you guys. reading this, i could literally see behind my eyelids the way the wings burst from gerard's shirt and spit feathers and tufts of down around the room, the way everything on the desk got knocked around. i just *hands* i can see it so clearly.
 

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]


i have a bad quality scanner and no talent, these show an obvious mixture of the two.

 

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see? totally not an artist, just a tortured soul ;]


hopefully i can get to sleep now. xo

 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
20 June 2010 @ 12:08 am

schmoop_bingo  prompt: cuddling in vehicle
Spencer/Ryan, 1,574 words, unbeta'd [please point out any glaringly obvious mistakes]
As always, this is fiction. Title from Something Corporate's song 'I woke up in a car'

[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]





Please write my folks and throw away my keys.Collapse )

 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
19 June 2010 @ 04:34 am
[info]schmoop_bingo  prompt: cooking together
Spencer/Brendon, 1,374 words, unbeta'd [please point out any glaringly obvious mistakes]
As always, this is fiction. Title from The Cure's [obvious] song 'Friday I'm in Love'

[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's such a gorgeous sight to see you eat in the middle of the night.Collapse ) 
 
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?

[info]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 )

 

 

 
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
Title: Nothing Says 'I Love You' Like a Beautiful Piece of Meat
Author: alljustlovers
Rating: PG-13ish for language and references to sex acts
Pairing: Bob/Frank, Gerard/Brian
POV: 3rd, Bob centric
Summary: "My name's Brian, and Gerard is the Golden Girl manning the stove. Mikey's his brother, and he can show you what to do. Paydays are Fridays, but since you're starting today, you can't count on the cash until a week from now. I'm going to go grab you an apron and a piece of pie, and then we can talk about what expectations I have of you."


Bob was still making his 'huh' face when Brian came back with the promised apron - black with white piping around the pockets and a wonky little umbrella in the center - and a plate with a piece of pie on it.


"Huh. Is that lemon?"


Bob kind of already loved his new boss and job.

Wordcount: 5,399
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.
Beta:princesslia84 gave this a read through for me; any remaining errors are my own [and I would love if you could point them out to me!]
A/N: So, a couple months ago I went and told dr_jasley all about the Diner AU I wanted to write about how Spencer is a short order cook and despises their new employee because all he does is sit around all day and talk about his dick. Then I started to type it up and realized that, no, just kidding, it was about Bob and Frank; I ended up writing 2,500 words on it and let it rot in my incomplete folder for a while because it just didn't feel right. I opened this document up a couple days ago and added 3,000 words to it, and I finally feel like it should see the light of day. Thank you to everyone who sat and listened to me rant about this, and also to everyone who looked at vague pieces of Bob-meat this story before I got it all together and told me what they thought. Title taken [entirely shamelessly] from an episode of Boy Meets World.






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cross-posted like hell, sorry for the spam you guys /o\
 
 
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What do you want, Ladyface?

 i bring you delicious homemade cupcakes :]

 

 

i hope everyone finds a reason to smile today.

 
 
Current Music: liza minelli ♥
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
07 June 2010 @ 07:35 am
so, idk if you've ever watched project runway, but a couple of years ago there was a guy on there named christian who i thought was entirely fabulous and hilarious and adorable and ridiculously tiny and gorgeous. i was looking at some of the stuff he's been doing lately, and i found a picture of him and his long-time, living-together-level-of-serious boyfriend and i was like 'hmmm, have i seen this before? this looks so familiar'



and then i realized 'omg!!! i have LOL'



aaand now i'm dying laughing looking up pictures of christian and brad and trying to find spencer and brendon's correlating poses.

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;

 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
So, on the 13th of this month it's my 4 month friendiversary with my very, very lovely dr_jasley .

Happy 4 months, bb!!



On this wonderful occasion, I give you: awful fic! Enjoy, bb.




Title: Kill the Lights and Nail the Back Door Shut
Author: alljustlovers
Rating: PG-13ish for language and mention of dead bodies and all that
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon pre-slash
POV: 3rd
Summary: So, there's a zombie apocalypse. No, really.
Wordcount: 1,899
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 ridiculous way of saying "Rachel, you are everything wonderful in this world, and I'm so glad I have a friend like you. Finder's keepers, no take backs." She's much better at zombie fic than I will ever be, so please excuse me for making an ass of myself. I was listening to Zombies Ate My Neighbors by Single File when I wrote this [and though heavily of the game it's based on; I miss my SNES]; you should probably listen to it while you read this... if only because I said so :] Unbeta'd, please make note of any mistakes; I'll correct them ASAP. [Also, inconsistencies galore, you can ignore those if you want.]




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Current Music: single file
 
 
What do you want, Ladyface?
Title: 4 times jon got facepalmed [and the 1 time he got high-fived]
Author: alljustlovers
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Pairing: Jon Gen [lolsy background references to others]
POV: 3rd, Jon centric
Summary: Pretty much what it says. 5x fic in which Jon is not nearly as awesome and original and he thinks he is.
Wordcount: 1,634
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.
Beta: dr_jasley gave this a read through for me; any remaining errors are my own [and I would love if you could point them out to me!]
A/N: Uhm. I found this rotting in my abandoned fics folder about 2 weeks ago and decided that it was too awful to finish... Then I typed the rest of it out and facepalmed myself enough to make Jon in this fic look witty and creative. Love for all bands/personae mentioned, and apologies for making Jon such a tool. [If it helps, I imagine him making these faces a lot during this fic. You know, in case you needed visuals.]






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