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The short version goes like this: Real Life happened to me today, and I need to go to sleep or else. The next post will be Bandswap!, swear to God.

G'night.

Look, I know, okay? It's an anon community, that's the whole point. It's a safe space to request, and to write, things that a lot of people don't usually go for. And personally, I love that. It lets me do stuff that I wouldn't usually do, and a lot of the time, you guys are brilliant or cracktastic or both at the same time. I have an entire Word doc in which I keep my favorite prompts so I always have them to hand. However (and you knew that was coming, right?)...

Can I just say how really, really, incredibly deeply utterly fucking CREEPY it is to read requests for [Bandom Guy, usually poor Patrick Stump]-rape 'fic? Rape is horrible and serious and these are REAL PEOPLE we're talking about, here. Patrick is a real human being, and wanting to read about him suffering one of the most evil things that someone can do to another human being is just... It's really fucking disturbing.

And yeah, I know, pot-kettle-black with the whole 'REAL PEOPLE' thing -- I acknowledge that I write Real People Slash and that it still kinda squicks me out to think that I'm doing that; seriously, take a look at ANY bandfic I've written and you'll notice a common thread: with the exception of obliquely-referenced Jamie/Chester sex? There isn't any. Yeah, in the Frank/Gerard piece where Gerard's skin makes Frank crazy, I wrote about a naked Gerard, and there's been a few kisses, but seriously. I don't know that I'll ever write sex.

And now I have to run away and pretend to be a responsible adult.

Love, me

I am still working on it, I promise. In fact, I'll do my level best to post what I've got so far later today/tonight. There's not a whole lot, but it does feature more Pete Being Pete, Patrick having the patience of a saint, Gerard causing Pete to freak out, Bob and Ray playing Team Fortress 2, Mikey And Frank Having A Deep(ish) Conversation, and Video Diaries from Andy, Joe, and Mikey. Also, it has something that I would give up a kidney to see happen and I have NO idea how I'm gonna write about it, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

And now I must absolutely go to sleep or I will be a sad, sad, little Bink and no one wants that. Least of all me. Good night, and be good to yourselves and one another.

I've checked out two of the new songs from the Roxy set, and I have to say that I am really looking forward to the new album. Even with the crowd muddying the sound and only hearing like, half the music, they sounded great, particularly Death Before Disco. I so want to see MCR in concert, some day. Hearing a band live is seriously the best way to experience all of the love and effort that goes into the music, and it's one of the best ways to give that love right back.

Which means that I have GOT to find a paying gig, because I live in what amounts to Bumfuck Nowhere (slightly to the left of Mars), and none of the bands I want to see before I die/they break up/quit touring to have lives are gonna be any further west than about Tempe/Phoenix any time soon. And apparently Reznor has decided to give up the touring thing, which means that if I ever want to see NIN in concert I have to figure out how to raise the cash to get to whatever city's the closest to where I am. And that's as much whining as I'm doing right this second. I have other things I need to do.

I switch from writing to making icons. I just found a stash of pictures from The Roxy shows from whenever that was -- just last week, it feels like -- on tothetune (an icecreamheadache-type clearinghouse for MCR stuff). They're all red, but that's okay -- they'll contrast nicely with my all-blue Venganza icon set. I have no idea when I'll go on another icon-making spree, but I like to share when I find cool stuff.

1.) comment with any character you know I've written. (Original, fannish, whatever.)
2.) receive three bits of trivia about their sexuality: practices, preferences, experiences, fantasies, kinks, etc.
3.) Profit!

Which is kind of hard to say, I know, sorry.

Anyhow, so I decided I was going to round up all of my one-off Jupiter Knocks-related odds and ends and post them over here, so that I've got more than just Odds And Ends 4 and OaE 5. The first thing up is a list of just who the hell I'm talking about, followed by the other stuff after cuts. Enjoy Or Something!

James "Jamie" A. Edwards - Lead singer and non-bassist
Chester K. Archer - Lyrics and melodies/tunes; occasional vocalist
Isaiah "Izzy" Thompson - Rhythm guitar and homeopathic remedies
Jason Flynn - Drums and beer
Louis Whitaker - Lead guitar and whining

I don't have much of an idea of what these guys look like -- I have a chart in a notebook that provides at least very general descriptions -- but I do know who they do not resemble.

The writing, right.

Notes:
- guys digging guys
- some bad words and bad ideas
- smoking
- Louis is... Mostly, Louis is annoyed when he thinks people have failed to tell him Big Important Things That He Needs To Know, which includes who's dating who.

( Jamie thought it would be easier to be cool. Oh well. (OaE #1) )

( In the dreamtime, the space between waking and sleep... (OaE #3) )

( Argumentish Re: Learning An Instrument (OaE #2) )

Title: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do (Especially When It's Not Actually Happening)
Author: Bink
Rating: PG16 for language, I guess
Band/Pairing: MCR, Frank/Gerard
Standard Notes And Warnings: Yeah, so, things just sink their teeth into my brain and don't let go until I write them down. Why this happens with bandfic and not my own stuff? I do not know.
Specific Notes And Warnings: Teenaged boys swear; never happened; written for a prompt at anon_lovefest. This week's theme is break-ups and make-ups, and the OP wanted faily High School Frank and Gerard, wherein one of them thinks the other has broken up with them and it's all just a big misunderstanding. Bonus Points awarded for having Mikey be the one to point out that Dude, He's So NOT Over You.

Enjoy, Or Something!

( Frank had really been looking forward to fooling around... )

Well, okay, so there's no actual fighting happening, at the moment. I doubt there will be, either, but who knows?

( Frank was minding his own business when the phone rang. )

So I'm ridiculously fond of the requests that show up at Anon Lovefest, because sometimes people have the most brilliant ideas EVER. This comes from one of them, and I have to say that I had no idea this was going to get so huge... It's over 5K words and I'm only about halfway done, I think.

Title: Bandswap
Author: Bink
Rating: Oh, PG16+? Language and implied guys-digging-guys, plus one kiss. I never know what to rate anything if it doesn't have actual sex in it, so.
Standard Notes And Warnings: There's probably a special place in purgatory for me, where I'll have to make up stories for an entire roomful of Petes, all of whom have different ideas about what should happen next.
Specific Notes And Warnings:
- Written for a prompt over at anon_lovefest; the OP wanted Bandswap ala the "reality" show Wifeswap. The only thing I know about the show is that there was this crazy-eyed and deeply unattractive woman on it, once, who has become internet-infamous for her rant about... Something. Christianity? Demons? I don't know. Basically, I wrote this without looking into the show at all, because with the exception of The Amazing Race, I generally stay away from that end of the television spectrum. The OP wanted to see either Gerard and Patrick swapped, or Ray and Joe Troh. I decided that the Patrick/Gerard swap would be easier, and possibly funnier (coming from me, anyhow)
- Loooong. Also unfinished. Posted because I don't know how posting after the deadline passes works, and because if I don't finish it maybe someone else will?
- Also, there is not nearly enough Bob, Andy, Ray, and Joe in this, I know. I'm sorry.

So here we go:

( Sometimes, Patrick wonders how he does it, too. Also, there may not be enough coffee in the world. )