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I'm just going to fucking admit it, okay, I want fic where Frank stares deeply into Bob's sparkly blue eyes and falls in love. I want fic where Frank spends A LOT of time staring into Bob's eyes. Fuck off, okay, I hate myself. /o\

Comics people: This is totally Tim Drake, yes or yes? The dude in those photos is also the size of a small cat, if that helps you visualize at all. Also he's totally bendy enough.

I have literally been writing all day today. I have a WiP that I started about a week ago and it's now over 10,000 words. What the hell.

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ficbyzee: also, okay, the word 'flower' now conjures to my mind: really porny porn about Frank being Bob's blowjob queen, and Bob giving Frank a nickname from Bambi.
gigantic: that's pretty much as it should be
gigantic: because it's basically the same for me
ficbyzee: clearly we're just awesome.

0.o So my roots are already growing in a little, because my hair grows crazy fast, and they're coming in black. Like, not just really dark brown like normal, but BLACK. Um, okay? Dear universe, since you are apparently making me even more Gerard-like, I would like my own Frank Iero next.

Speaking of Gerard! Holy crap, The Umbrella Academy is AWESOME. Comics people, you should take a look at this! It's free, it's awesome! I'm dying for the actual first issue to be out, not just the 12-page preview. I think I was expecting something a lot gothier and bloodier with more characters trying to save my life, but what he's written is actually this really awesome team book. In the future! With robots! And one of the female characters has a FAKE boob window, where it sort of looks like a boob window at first glance but is actually the team logo on her chest.

What is this feeling in my chest? Might I be... liking comics again, a little bit? Damn you, Gerard.

It helped that the comic book shop we went to is my new favorite place in the world. It's on this magical stretch of NW 5th Ave right off Burnside that manages to support like four modern art galleries, two hip-hop clothing/toy stores, two gaming/general nerd-dom joints, a cafe, a bakery, a strip club, and this comic book shop. (Seriously, this street--I can't describe it without going 'Oh, Portland' multiple times. ♥) Floating World Comics! It also sells a ton of graffiti and art books and zines, there's amazing murals art for sale on the wall, it has a totally great atmosphere and just, in general it mixes comic books and actual coolness in a way I didn't really know was possible. Dear comic book industry, please be more like this.

I fucking love bandslash fandom, okay? Seriously, in the past two days, a) gigantic wrote me Pete/Patrick porn that is HOLY SHIT HOT AND AWESOME and I would try to describe it, but I don't want to ruin it for you. Just, here, read it: Break You Down, and b) ninjajab wrote me There's A Light On, which is Patrick/The Butcher which I didn't even *realize* that I needed in my life until she wrote it holy crap. Holy crap, kids, this story is my new favorite thing in life. The pairing works so well! I want Patrick and The Butcher to get married now! *flails*

I am also freaking out over this video interview with Pete about the opening of AK-47, namely because Travis randomly wanders through towards the end, trashed out of his MIND, and there is drunken groping and I love the universe. Also, apparently Jay-Z came to the opening? This fandom has spoiled me for life. (Srsly though, fandom, Travis/Pete. Buddy tattoos, groping, boners when Pete sits on his lap, a height difference that makes me clap my hands in glee. Please get on this.)

I am like seven episodes behind on Supernatural, but liviapenn made me watch the latest episode with her regardless, for which I am thankful because OMG DEAN. I have nothing to say that hasn't already been said by other people, but just. DEAN. DEEEEAN. And Sam! Ack, god, I'm still so hopelessly fond of those Winchesters.

Here, have some music that I have been grooving to lately. Hip-hop, corny 90's alt-rock, MCR because they own my soul, Panic! because god damn you, Brendon Urie, you are seriously growing on me.

Jay-Z feat. Mary J. Blige- Can't Knock The Hustle (1996)
Kanye West feat. Common- My Way Home
My Chemical Romance- I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
The Stereophonics- Just Looking
Third Eye Blind- Graduate
Nelly- Ride Wit Me
Panic! At The Disco- There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet

Now that yuletide and jbbs have been revealed, I can post the fic I wrote, yays. (I needed to wait until jbbs has been revealed to post this. I'm manic like that.) petronelle wrote my wonderful Yuletide story, So Truly Parallel, which I guessed while reading the story. I find it hilarious and wonderful that she got to write my request, although I hope this doesn't spoil me--you can't ask for your writer to be someone who knows your tastes *exactly* every year. *g*

Anyway--here's mine.

Title: Let's Hit It Hard, Let's Leave A Mark
By Zee
Fandom: Young Avengers, spoilery up to #12.
Summary: "I refuse to fuel your weird neuroses." 5,094 words, NC-17.
Disclaimer: Really not mine.

Notes: So many people audienced this and helped me nail out the kinks during the writing of it, and I'm hugely thankful to all of you guys. Betty saved me from a nervous breakdown while writing this plus JBBS, so I guess she's the beta. For cheshireempress.

( Tommy isn't really sure why he isn't back in juvie. )

Ugh, hate mornings. Haate. (I realize that 9:45 am totally doesn't qualify as early to a lot of you, but--shut up.)

Have spent the last two days chasing my own tail and writing this AU that's eaten my brain. It's over 5000 words long now, which is a *lot* for me, especially considering that it's mostly all plotty stuff and no sex. In fact, I'm beginning to think there's not going to be *any* sex in this story, period. Gaaah.

Also, jesus christ, Return of Superman was so bad. So bad. I mean, I knew it was going to be, but--it makes me seriously glad I wasn't trying to be a comic book fan in the early 90's. Not only do you have that foxy mullet action from Clark (and scans like this, which almost made me put my eye out in agony), but the plot is nigh incomprhensible. Like, okay, you have four imitation Supermans, and one of them is evil and one of them is not Superman but IS really hot (Steel. STEEL COME BE MY METAL BOYFRIEND.), and one of them is just a kid, and then the one that's evil turns out to be NOT evil but gets killed by the one who's *actually* evil, and then there's random subplots involving a bearded Lex Luthor and a Supergirl who's under his thumb in a really creepy way, and then Kon gets kidnapped, and then I'm STILL trying to figure out how exactly Clark came back, and it's just... a giant mess. It did have some good bits--Lois was awesome and also made me all sniffly a couple places (even though her little sideplot with washisname Jeb was *deeply* stupid: 'Hey, Lois is one of my oldest friends, and her fiance just died, so I think I'll comfort her by HITTING ON her!'), and Kon was adorable and woobieful throughout the plot, even if he *did* use adjectives like 'fresh' and 'slammin'' in all seriousness.

And he got to save the day! Yay! He averted the evil!Superman's gigantor huge missile from Metropolis and made it blow up without harming the city. Which is just another reason for me to be pissy at Infinite Crisis, because dude, if he could do *that* *and* survive the missile blowing up when he was *on* it when he was three weeks old? (Note: It was a big fucking missile.) He could have destroyed that tower with his TTK or at least made a freaking DENT in it, and he could have survived the whole thing collapsing on him or whatever. Just, geez guys, please kill him in a way that's not INSULTING, okay?

Bah. Infinite Crisis brings out the ASSCAPS in me, and NOT in a good way.

Anyway! I swear I didn't mean for that to turn into a rant, oops. Here, have a picture of what Dick looked like when Superman died. God you guys, I'm writing the story from his PoV and thus I'm *trying* to take him seriously, but I just--look, he has a TINY BAT SYMBOL right over his CROTCH. I don't think I can be blamed for dissolving into fits of giggles every time I write a sentence about his costume or whatever.

Anyway *anyway,* I wrote a thing. comica_obscura stories have been revealed, and I received Don't look back (ride the wind) by Carla, which is a great look at Ultimate Rogue and has some lovely Rogue/Storm bits in it, too. Mmm, Rogue/Storm. I wrote Death to Lesbian Journalists for cesario, which is Transmetropolitan fic about Yelena Rossini and Channon Yarrow and things blowing up.

It's future fic, set a few months after Spider's death. basingstoke gave it a kick-ass beta, and petronelle and various others held my hand.

( Death to Lesbian Journalists )

Last night I wrote a thing with Mary. Because there totally is rps in the DCU, okay? There just is. I... yes.

I feel like I should mention that the whole thing originated in a conversation with basingstoke and astolat. Because I have no original thoughts in my head, and also nothing is ever my fault, etc.

Oh my god I need so much coffee. I stayed up to a really horrifiying hour writing Tim and Kon IM-ing each other, especially considering I had to wake up early to get to the training for the job-thing today. Dear brain: WHY SO SELF-DESTRUCTIVE?