klena: (Default)
So I did the Bandom voice meme that's going around after hearing the joy that is [livejournal.com profile] philosiraptors

My voice is weird!!

Bandom voice meme by Klena
klena: (stocking and curls)
[livejournal.com profile] mystagic did a thing where you explain the stories behind 5 of your icons. So I volunteered and here I am, spilling my guts!

Also, I am waiting for the colour in my hair to develop, so killing time only works in my favour at the minute.

First one!

Keywordsmcgonagall only speaks truth, there is something wrong with you, you are demented.

This one is one of my newest icons, resparked by my love of [livejournal.com profile] shoebox_project. I was reminded of it a few months ago and went hunting it all down after the community was hacked and all the entries deleted. Sad times :(

It also makes me sad that the .pdf files available to download don't have the handwritten notes included in it. It loses a bit of the charm without them, honestly - is that just me? I am spoiled fan.

ANYWAYS. For those not in the know about Shoebox Project, it was a hilarious Marauders era multi-media fic establishing a lot about the Marauders. And Sirius/Remus as a pairing. It was fantastic and funny and full of tension as the War approached. Anyways, early in it, while it's set at Hogwarts, McGonagall is obviously long-suffering with James Potter and his band of miscreants.

The actual quote comes from a conversation between Sirius and McGonagall as they discuss career options. It pretty much sums up their relationship, and is hilarious. I chose it as it has that fondness and acceptance of the fact that most of the people I encounter on LJ are demented. And utterly brilliant for it. The keywords kinda explain themselves I think. Next!

Keywords:BAMFs, dream a little bigger darling, your mind is the scene of the crime

Arthur and Eames! Inception! My feelings are long and vaired and filled with ~INTENSE FEELINGS~ which I shall spare you all. Needless to say it was perhaps my favourite movie of last year, if not one of my favourites from the last decade or so I've properly been enjoying movies.

There is so much I love about this icon. It's from that fantastic scene where Eames just shows the audience (and Arthur) how much of a Bad Ass Mother Fucker he is, and calls him "darling". It seems like "dream a little bigger, darlng" has become perhaps THE phrase from the movie, especially for fangirls. Which is fantastic, considering the "darling" wasn't even in the script.

Arthur and Eames massively appeal to me as a fanfic reader, a writer and a fan of characters. Arthur presents this cool, collected facade who is charge and resolutely Deals With (Cobb's) Shit. He dresses in the most amazing sharp, business-like fashion but is a motherfucking expert with explosives. He never tends to be sentimental about people except for when he remarks that Mal was "lovely." He revises the plan when he misses the kick like it was an inconsequential thought. He has followed Cobb for years. Arthur is a lesson in badassery.

Eames is a hilarious pseudo-lush who dresses awfully but has a hidden quick wit and a knack for human psychology and interpersonal relationships. Once you consider that Eames' entire job in the dreamscape revolves around being other people, forging identities, his character becomes a lot more interesting and intriguing (not that he wasn't before.) For someone to solidly and convincingly forge an identity, he needs to be believable, and clever, and astute to each person's individual ticks and mannerisms. So the facade he presents in the movie is a carefully orchestrated one to take people off-guard as he filches your wallet (or your heart). And you didn't even notice, did you?

So, I have a lot of feelings about these characters! As I do about Mal and Ariadne and Cobb and Saito and Yusef. But basically, it is my badass icon. NEXT.

Keywords:gabe needs to work on his magic act, inherently ridiculous

This hilarious fool is Gabe Saporta, from Cobra Starship. They are a band who wants to make you dance. The idea for the band came after from Mr. Saporta there: "Citing a personal mythology involving being out in the desert high on peyote and having a conversation with a prophetic cobra."

Gabe is still one of those favourites from my very eager bandom days and this icon just makes me laugh a lot when I actually look at it. Look at him! What is he doing?! He's a guy that confuses me a lot. He sings creepy songs about being in his basement! But he's hilarious and does not take himself seriously. But he's also stupidly hot, especially in a suit.

I have no clue what this photo is from or what the context is, but it is hilarious. It looks like he is trying to make a toothbrush levitate. I don't even know. If I am using this, I am taking the piss (out of myself normally) or I am being silly. There really is not a lot of thoughts behind this icon. NEXT

Keywords: a virgin losing a child, before it all becomes the same old song, surely Heaven waits for you, used to be the right one.

Amanda Fucking Palmer! She used to be tied with Rose Tyler as the Woman Most In My Icons. True fact. Now Billie Piper (as Rose and as Belle du Jour) is the clear winner there. She is married to Neil Gaiman, don't you know? She has a lot of ~feelings~ about things, some of them not right! She is the lead singer of The Dresden Dolls and released an amazing album called "Who Killed Amanda Palmer" which I listened to a whole fucking lot during my final year and since. [brief break there to wash the dye out of my hair, I have no clue how the red has turned out, sigh]

ANYWAYS. Amanda Palmer. And all my lyrical keywords! "A virgin losing a child" comes from "Wolves At Night" by Manchestra Orchestra, "Before it all becomes the same old song" comes from "The (Shipped) Gold Standard" by Fall Out Boy, "Surely Heaven waits for you" is from "Carry On My Wayward Song" by Kansas and "Used to be the right one" is from "The Perfect Fit" by Amanda Palmer.

Basically, this icon is my contemplative/doubting/wistful icon. All the lyrics were chosen to vaguely correspond with what could be making her glance down and away. Except for "Surely Heaven waits for you", the rest of the icons are supposed to be sort of first-person whilst the Kansas lyrics is obviously second-person. The way her head is tilted and the position of her lips always seemed to be like Amanda was sighing or biting her lip, so I wanted to use th. EMOTIONAL ICONS! NEXT


Keywords: storm in the form of a girl, the motion makes me strong

My current profile pic! After the glasses/books one for something like two years, I finally changed it. This gorgeous specimen of womanhood is Lyndsey Ballato/Way or Lyn-Z being as fucking awesome as she is. She is one of my girl crushes that just won't quit. Her attitude! Her tattoos! Her bendy spine! Her pigtails! Her style! She's an artist and a bass player! Yeah, no, she's an awesome lady so I had to have her as one of my icons. I've got a few other icons of her, but I think this is probably my favourite one. Good thing too, it being my profile icon! Ha ha ha.

There's something just really...transient and powerful about this icon. She's obviously in motion, playing the bass but her gaze isn't focused on playing or the crowd, she seems to be gazing beyond that. Her pose is just really strong and unshakeable. Also, love the contrast of the orange stage and her black/white outfit. Plus the little glances of her tattoos. Ugh ♥ Lyn-Z.

The keywords, I'm actually surprised I don't have more of them! "Storm in the form of a girl" came from a keyword or an icon that I think [livejournal.com profile] musesfool had, maybe a Buffy one? Upon doing some searching, it is apparently from Hole's "Heaven Tonight" or Nick Cave's "Ain't Gonna Rain Anymore". Whatever, it's a great line. "The motion makes me strong" comes from Emmy The Great's song "Canopies And Grapes" (apparently not the real title, huh) which I have quoted many times in my icons. Generally in Rose Tyler ones. The verse it's taken from is:
Take some time out to resuscitate my soul,
Take up smoking and drink orange juice and grow.
Teach the mattress to expel you from it's folds
Dry my eyes and keep on walking,
'Til the motion makes me strong,
'Til one day I realise I don't remember that you're gone.

How can I not love that so much and want it used in many keywords? And the piece I used was to emphasise that moving on, movement keeps you going, keeps you strong. I need to remember that sometimes, I think.

So that is my icon masterclass! I hope you enjoy the rambles :) Bed? Bed.
klena: (a virgin losing a child)
Every word's a new regret if you say it right, right
Every wound can be forgotten in the right light
Oh nostalgia, I don't need you anymore
'Cause the salad days are over and the meat is at my door

They might try to tell you how you can live your life
But don't, don't forget it's your right
To do whatever you like, you like, you like, you like

'Cause they might try to tell you how you can live your life
But don't, don't forget it's your right
To do whatever you like, you like

'Cause you could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight

Depression is a little bit like happy hour, right?
So, it's gotta be happening somewhere on any (any) given (given) night
Oh nostalgia, I don't need you anymore
I just hope, my perfect stranger, that my kids look more like yours

'Cause they might try to tell you how you can live your life
But don't, don't forget it's your right
To do whatever you like, you like

'Cause you could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you can shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You can be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo, a-yo, a-yo)

'Cause I had a little bit of bad luck
No wonder this crumbling world's stuck
A little sweetness keeps just out of reach
'Cause compassion is something that they just don't, just don't teach, teach

'Cause you could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you can shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own, be your own (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so
Shine so, shine so, shine so
Spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so bright (Yeah)
You could be your own spotlight 'c
klena: (gabe needs to work on his magic act)
I have to admit that I have had this tab open in Firefox for about a month now, and kept not watching the interview for one reason or another. But I finally watched it tonight and oh my god band *_*

Mikey and Gerard sharing coffee!

Talk about Bandit!

Gerard being all ~artistic~ and ~emotive~

Plus the interviewer seemed really cool. Such, SUCH love!!

klena: (listening to our apocalypse suite)
So, we as fandom have been having a sucky week. Panic has split into two halves, Ryan Ross has photos posted of him hanging with faux-hipster girls and lines of coke and people have been leaving bandom. It's wank and I feel really wierd as i flew over to London to see Panic a year and a day ago and now i won't see that band in that incarnation anymore. It's weird and working the close after hearing it with "We're So Starving" as an unwanted constant earworm was uncomfortable (oh how it's been so long, we're so sorry we've been gone....We're still the same band)

In other news though, Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman are just an adorable couple - they make my heart happy :)

I need Amanda Palmer icons, she is one of my idols, honest to god. I so am dying to get my hands on the "Big Book of Who Killed Amanda Palmer" dammit!

So to make myself feel better and because everything is made better by pictures of kittens, i would like to introduce you to the latest additions to the Denvir clan! The little ones are about 3 weeks old now and i am madly enamoured with them. After the funeral suck and work suck of last week, watching baby kittens stumble around getting used to walking and seeing made an awful lot of things better.

I also passed my year! Got my results for the year so i had a 48 and 50 on two modules that killed me during breakdowns, a 55 and 60 in first semester core modules and a 64 and a 68 in this semesters exams! A 68!! that's a mark away from a 1st!! So i'm gathering my reading for next year and have Thomas Hardy, Virginia Woolf, D.H Lawrence, James Joyce and Bram Stoker all piled beside my bed at the bed. Lucky me!

Anyone got any questions for me?

Kittens! Beware the cute )
klena: (mikeyway's sekkrit powers)
Yesterday: studying for the win listening to Death Cab For Cutie's Plans, this alt-mix CD i made about 2 years ago, Duke Special's Songs From The Deep Forest and Fall Out Boy's Folie A Deux

First time I actually got to listen to the album due to me and Jenni being epic fail at getting our presents to each other at Christmas /o\ but we managed it at Easter....Win...?

I like the album - not quite as punk!punch as the other albums were but they're all grown up now so it's understandably with the change. My love for Fall Out Boy is deep and unironic - say what you will!

Anyway, good studying was good. Except for the fact that Romantic poetry requires a lot of concentration and I have never been fond of analysing the word choices and shit.

Today was epic fail for studying. Just...epic. I procastinated like a motherfucker doing everything from tidying drawers to cooking to doing loads of washing (only to discover broke washing machine BASTARD) to downloading soundtracks to watching another episode of Hana Yori Dango. It is stealing my SOUL, i swear to god.

So that is why I am reading Caleb Williams at 3am. It's not that bad just...so fucking dense. My notes in the book, however, are pretty hilarious if I do say so myself. I can never sell it :D

there is stuff to be said about my romantic life! in that, well, i have one! but it is late and I am fail-y and distracted...

...ohyeah and BandomBigBang art check-in tomorrow...um....:DDDDDDDDD?
klena: (every moment you rise)
It's stupid - it's idiotic for a fic to get me this introspective and to feel this ache, a genuine every-cell-in-your-chest-cavity--is-cramping ache but it's a good thing. Introspection is something I lack except for little moments of wisdom - tiny pearls choking me before falling from my lips - and late nights with too much time spent alone. Like now, I guess.

I spend half my life caught between two distant thrummings of emotion: young and eternal and fuck this, i have forever; needing nothing more than smiles and laughter and stupid moments at 3am where nothing makes sense but something lock-clicks in your chest and time is not a concept at all, it's a thing, a rock wall against which the waves of happiness break and scatter before forming all over again.

The other is this thrum beneath my skin and bones and nerves, where i imagine the soul lays, jittering and shaking and anxious, too-fast breathing and hyper-aware of thhe world, that i may not get chances like this again and wanting to do something. Maybe not amazing or world-changing or even remotely life-changing but moments that will shine brightly for a few years or that will become ensnarled in the web of old memories when i get older until something shines a light upon it and it will no longer glisten like it did, but merely pulsate with an inner glow of something that i cannot recreate or recall anymore. The feeling of the entire world changing and the stupid Sublime terror and beauty of that moment.

The need to be with someone; to fuck, to argue, to scream at, to laugh at, to brush the hair from your eyes, to text you at random intervals in your boring day and turn the ventricles in your heart separate and bleed sunlight and giggling, ridiculous joy into your chest, to cause you to clench your fists and roll your eyes and repeat the same stupid cliches your parents utter about the young/the opposite sex/best friends/enemies/society.

There is no reconcilling this. Song writers will always sing about these two contrary states. Writers will always tie the concepts and use them, place the heart of the idea beneath the words on the page. People will know the ideas but will never acknowledge them consciously but they will always be there, like a song on a radio just a little too faraway to make out anything more than the fact there is a melody playing.

I am terrified. I will lose people in my life due to my own faults, due to theirs, due to life tearing us apart. Or I will lose them because life changes us, one by one the seasons change you as The Acorn puts it, or because life leaves us.

So I am sitting here, trembling, knowing that there are moments like this coming the rest of my life, that one day someone else will live in this room and it will never be the same and in some other life I will never think back to this place, this time again.

I don't make promises to anyone now. This is not a moment of self-actualisation and change. I will let you down. I will forget the important things I should remember. I will be cruel. I may vanish and not think of you and blithely do things that you think I should not.

I won't be sorry because I won't realise what.

I won't swear to be kind because it is more than likely that this moment, the throb, will vanish from my veins sometime soon and my good intentions will fade.

I cannot cut my brain from skull and these ideas and memories and half-formed notions of love I have for you or the little sparks that crackle with overwhelming happiness at the fact that you - you - are in the world cannot be extracted in order to for me to show you them.

But there will be moments that I'll never tell you about - moments where I will be still and think of you and the world will blossom with the possibilty of things I could do for you or for those you love. And maybe in some other life I will have done them.

An extract - the part of the fic, the words that provoked this and broke my heart. )
klena: (schlecter > you)
GERARD WAY ♥_______♥

oh my god, you and YOUR FACE! *_______________*
klena: (folie a deux)
Just finished writing up notes about S.T. Coleridge and his friendship/lifelong partnership with Wordsworth and I stopped in the middle of writing notes because it was just sounding like Pete/Patrick to me. Or Pete/Mikey or Pete/Ryan at some points.

And now I want to write the fic. Because, oh my god, it is just...it's them. They bought houses beside each other and lived there their entire lives and would go for walks in the country discussing ideas for hours and had fights constantly but always resolved them and as;dka;dkasda THEIR RELATIONSHIP! And Coleridge (who is Pete) was ~tortured~ and ~talented~ and constantly singing the praises of Wordsworth as an artist and ~go into lots of trouble regarding the Revolution~ (the French one that is).

Here, have some snippets from my Coleridge notes:

"the collaberative effort between these two, of their different temperments and the works that were produced through the fusion of both their world views and styles changed poetry."

"Coleridge believed Wordsworth had the ability to produce a philosophical poem that would "discover truth by intuition" and this troubled Wordsworth. The pressure of this task ended up in him writing 'The Prelude' which acted like a conversation between the two across their lives until 1850 when Wordsworth died (Coleridge had died 15 years previous)"

"Wordsworth was a Child of the Enlightenment with a lingering rationale and materialistic streak whereas Coleridge was fraught, inspired by the Gothic with a focus on the supernatural and the spirit that was beyond Nature. He was a phenominal conversationalist. When speaking upon topics Hazlitt remarked it was like "he could glide along ice" or that he "floated on air".

"Whereas Wordsworth was antropological and Enlightened, Coleridge was cursed and focused on the world beyond....[regarding the similarities in 'Lyrical Ballads'] even though the tones were wholly different, both utilised the same key themes; the dangers of cutting oneself off from nature, the imprisonment of self and the dangers of unsocialabilty, as well as warnings about loneliness and the sins of Pride."

sdfsk;dlfks;flksd; SEE???

Is 'converting' to Atheism really the right term? Writing some notes and it just...feels like it doesn't fit properly into the line.

Updating [livejournal.com profile] icarusishappy in between lectures write ups with old fic from here so apologises for the raping of f-lists probably going on.
klena: (heed to your heart)
Proper entry to follow, maybe tomorrow night or maybe tomorrow when i'm sitting about waiting for meetings. What meetings? Only smarties (and I) have the answer.

Should be sleeping but apparently my body finds drawing more fun. It feels like a more productive use of my time.

Promises about Fall Out Boy photos broken again. Maybe i'm just posting them to show the world i'm doing something with my life. Not that i am. Also, bandom always needs more photos of the bands.

This icon means a lot more now. First tattoo being done on Friday. Design not finalised but been working on it. Beaver's ain't got nothing on me, yo.
klena: (just for the attention)
Dark!Art October starts again tomorrow, my beautiful friends! There are still a bunch of spaces left for prompts so feel free to prompt multiple times! I'll update with a claimed dates list tonight after my fencing give-it-a-go sess.

Slowly but surely I am slouching towards Bethlehem - and by Bethlehem I mean the freedom from administrative stress from university and the having of a student loan. Yay!

I am slowly by surely trying to work on getting myself and [livejournal.com profile] blindeadmcjones to see Fall Out Boy. Birmingham or Glasgow, my love??? We can also try London if you want?

I CAN HAS COBRA STARSHIP TICKETS????!!! Even though some bitch at a Certain Music Shop in Leeds told me they were all sold out. FAIL. Roll on January~!

Classes aren't so bad except that my timetable is sort of fucked at the minute. And also I have a seminar in 2 and a half hours and I haven't done my reading yet. Why haven't I?? I mean, it's fucking Narratives of Witchcraft and Magic - it's awesome!

I am going to catch myself up on comments and my community (pssst join [livejournal.com profile] super_bandom - we are superheroes of bandom and joy!!) tonight. Before starting on Dark!Art. \o/


I napped after I arrived home from uni yesterday (and missed out on the first Circus Soc meeting /o\) but I had really strange dreams.

it ain't easier waking up at dawn to find i lost my crown )
klena: (summer of like)
Let's make our way through the list i need to update on, shall we?


Those not in the know! For the past few years, I have sort of half-heartedly been taking part in [livejournal.com profile] kacfrog711's epicly awesome idea of Dark!Art October. What the principle is, is that for every day of October a piece of dark/twisted/morbid/hallwe'en-eque themed art is produced, occasionally prompted by friends.

This year I am adding a part of a twist to the idea. There are something like 87 of you on my mutual friends list, which means more than enough of you for at least one prompt a day. This year, due to my tendency to spend LIFETIMES on artwork, I'm also including fics in Dark!Art.

You know my fandoms! Request a day, a fandom, character and a prompt for the piece. All underneath the cut!

Even if you've never prompted, i want you to get on this! This is my srsbznz face >(

i am the wind blowing through your hair )

2. I have signed up for NaNoWriMo this year with the beautiful [livejournal.com profile] rogue_dreams and we are planning to get each other very drunk to get through it support and encourage each other over the course of the month. We are also going to get t-shirts printed. There may be talking bottles of rum on there.

3. University is still not sort.
University funding is still not sorted.
I have registered for module though and applied for a job. More details about this massive cock-up to potentially come tomorrow.

4. Even though you adore someone, sometimes you just want to lock yourself in the attic, am i right?

5. once you stumble, Septimus wrote on the back of a postcard, human nature is on you.

I leant over the edge of the boat and fell down, he thought. I went under the sea. I have bee dead, and yet am not alive, but let me rest still, he begged

6. BY SHEER AWESOMENESS I MANAGED TO GET TICKETS TO SEE THE ACADEMY IS... AT VERY LAST MINUTE. EXPECT FLAIL POST AND PHOTOS TOMORROW. [livejournal.com profile] sekkritbandomlj, this is an advanced warning to not look! :D

7. i really need to go to bed now

8. fucking cutist icon ever why do i not use it more?
klena: (omgyes!)
right, seriously body, FUCKING PULL IT TOGETHER. this is reaching the point of NOT ON now. you have me sweating like a Vegas hooker in a confessional. and all i did was whisk pancake batter and cut carrots and leeks. WHAT IS THIS?

not on at all.

on brighter news! The Academy Is... are playing in Leeds towards the middle of next month when I shall be back at university so hurrah for that! Plus Fall Out Boy are playing the UK in October and then Cobra Starship are playing Leeds in January. Hurrah and good times! I plan to see them all.



Now, for those who have not been around for very long (hi guys!), I started this idea about 2-3 years ago as my general fandom birthday. It began originally as a Harry Potter fandom birthday but I've moved beyond that now.

The Idea of the Fandom Birthday is this: I give you presents. As, like, a thank you for being my friend and being in my fandoms. And this year I am:
1) actually definitely around for it and have time to do the gifts
2) have an entire new bunch of people to love upon ♥
3) my darling wife [livejournal.com profile] waxrose is going on haitus very soon so i want this year to be special

Anybody who reads this is free to prompt - even if you've never commented or even spoken to me before~!

Any and all fandoms approved! Although I would really prefer if we stayed within the boundaries of what I know:
- Gaiman-world
- Supernatural
- Firefly/Buffy/Angel/Jossverse
- His Dark Materials
- Bandom
- Bleach
- Full Metal Alchemist
- Legend of Zelda
- Silent Hill
- Dr. Who
- Saiyuki
- Joeyverse
- ZQL-verse
- South Park
- House

etc etc etc

So comment early! Comment often! Please be slightly specific with your prompts. Do you want art, fic, a fanmix or a combination? What fandom? Do you have a specific prompt? Does the rating bother you? Comment as many times as you like! Get on it, my friends!

♥ ♥
klena: (told you I'd be here forever)
I promise Lauren, the awesome [livejournal.com profile] crazychickencow I'd do this for her. And I am. because she is having a slightly rough time at the minute and i am trying to make it better with fandom and bandom. So, here is me trying!

First! A drabble!
Arashi, Aiba/Jun, something fluffy

Sort of a Mafia AU? I don't know, just go with it folks. Cut text by My Chemical Romance, inspiration by Batman: Gotham Knight. No I don't understand it either.Also, for something that was supposed to be a drabble, it got sort of out of hand. FAIL

well I won't go down by myself but i'll go down with my friends )

Or, rather apparently this is just going to be the drabble which actually is more of a ficlet because the ficlet idea is bouncing about my brain but it is after 3 and i am still sort of ill so there will be ficlet tomorrow.

/o\ utterly made of fail, i am sorry Lauren.

In other news I made my brother watch a little of Life On The Murder Scene with me because i am trying to get him to study other drummers and their style so we watched some of the live footage and fuck me, BOB BRYAR. My love for you is not exactly pure but it is burning. Like a sun. And Frank, you are a tiny powerhouse of makeup and ink and awesome. And Gerard is campy and makeup and greasy and his stupid face my god people. My Chemical Romance, my god ♥

Also, I am falling completely back in love with Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Expect rambling when i am, y'know, vaguely coherent again.
klena: (bobgeefrank)
haven't been much in the form for writing to lj the past week or so. Am guessing (hoping) that is just to do with the long hours of work and work and work and the heat of the summer and the constant roll-around, count-the-hours to the next shift.

Like now. today was my day off and i spent the majority of it in bed, re-reading [livejournal.com profile] bexless's fucking awesome "Stigmata"-inspired, MCR Bigbandom fic and wanting to draw or write or make cds and i just...couldn't. just felt so...uninspired and tired and like a shadow of myself. don't like it, want it to stop right the fuck now.

but i had My Girls down here last night and we baked in the kitchen (chocolate and carmel brownies and raspberry and white chocolate brownies that ended up more like cake) and played music and Jules now is Highly Interested in Panic At The Disco because she saw a poster of them (i think) and said "That band...Panic...the boys are pretty hot in it, right?" So I got to show them all the photos from the Astoria gig and then Jules and I went through my Bandom Pics folder where I showed her the GLORY that is:
Ryan Ross's awesome stage make-up
Pete Wentz's tattoos
Gerard Way's eyelashes
Frank Iero smoking and being a dork
Half-naked bandom boys
Vicky-T being motherfucking gorgeous and
William Beckett's hips (and Spencer Smith's hips. And Andy Hurley's hips)

I will corrupt her to the bandom world. Oh yes. >D

So we baked and cooked and make a fuckload of tea. Seriously. I had been in work until 2 the day before, got home at 4am, was in work again at 10 until 6 that night and then waited for the girls to arrive at 8. So. there was lots of chocolate and caffiene consumed. To the point where i was buzzing right until I finished washing the dishes at 3am and fell into bed.

My life, people. A nonstop rollercoaster of excitement.

i am supposed to be working at 7am tomorrow but Nicole rang and asked me to come in at 10 instead and, hey, i'm not saying no to that. So my tentative plan is:

bed now
work until 6
get changed
go home
into work at 7am.


I should get right on that.

[edit] choose from my interests! I will explain them to you. You get 7 picks - knock yourself out kids
klena: (canopies and grapes)
okay guys! So, I have been scarce on LJ for a while because I was being fucked over with work last weekend, it was my beloved mother's birthday on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I was at MOTHERFUCKING PANIC AT THE DISCO, Thursday I was on the early shift at work and then spent the night sitting with my glorious girls in Newcastle baking and chatting and drinking tea and I've been working since.

BUT I HAVE TIME NOW TO POST! And what am I going to post about? absolutely nothing. I am going to DESTROY THE INTERNETS with my photos from Panic. Because some of them came out really REALLY awesome.

I am going to revise this post a little later and include a proper report of the gig but for now, I am going to just show you photos.

Divided into two sections! The first is the clear, good photos and the second is SPECIALLY FOR [livejournal.com profile] sekkritbandomlj, DARLING MANDI, because the photos are blurry. She understands why. Hope you like ♥

i love this band so fucking much )

Camwhoring! Meet my new adopted children and the lyrics i wrote on their arms and how they looked after the gig! )

Now. FOR THE MANDI! Blurry "artistc" (read as:cannot take proper photos) of Panic!

So...how many of you here know something about jazz? )

My god, that took a lifetime! But utterly worth it. CANNOT WAIT TO PRINT THESE PICTURES OUT, YO!

I have also discovered that my new nickname in McDonalds is "Bubbles" because, as Nicole put it, "I couldn't remember your name and so I started describing you as the really bubbly, happy girl and then just called you Bubbles." So....Bubbles am I.
klena: (first step to knowledge)
I am desperately in love with this song an awful lot right now. I'm guessing it's because it reminds me of wandering and being in awe of the world changing around you and people mistaking your awe for being lost (which awe and the sudden rush of emotion in your chest can be like - being lost and not having a solid grip on yourself but at that moment that's okay, you're happy with that) and the world changes. The world changes and maybe you are a little lost sometimes but that doesn't matter because you can always find your way back and your hometown is always there.

Two of my days off have fallen in a row which is awesome and wonderful and I've been awake for 3 hours now (thanks to the howling wind and the pouring rain and my head being cleaved in two and Matt texting me because Gerard wanted to know if I wanted a wee shift today) and i feel all dizzy and blurrysmudged at the edges because we had no ordinary painkillers and i took some of mum's which are, like, horse tranquilisers or something. Strange!

I got a letter from Jules today. Jules, for those not in the know, is one of My Girls who was studying abroad for the year in Guelph in Canada and got home on Thursday. June and I surprised her after we finished our respective shifts on Saturday and sat in her house from 6pm until midnight. MIDNIGHT. just gossiping.

Lying between two of your favourite people and feeling good in your own skin - unafraid to give voice to the things lingering beneath your skin-mask and laughing like you've never done anything else. It's like perfection.

We're all trying to meet up for dinner tonight. Which is what I am going to organise after I post this.

I am also seriously considering writing The Highwayman!bandom fic for [livejournal.com profile] sekkritbandomlj because it sounds AWESOME even if The Highwayman ends sadly.

I am bringing this up again because I am going to be moving into a house in a few months and I am already considering the decorating. My Photo Wall. For those who didn't know, I used to have a massive photo wall in my bedroom here in N.I before I went to uni and I also created on when I went to uni. (and i actually went and looked up the photos for you)

plastering your heart and your life to the concrete wall for the world to see )

except obviously i am going to want to redo the wall for my new house in Leeds. I want you in my new house (and it is a house - can't be a home yet, not there, haven't chosen it and we haven't put our hearts there yet) on my walls. So....who's interested in sending me photos? Or even your own photography ([livejournal.com profile] littleredfox and [livejournal.com profile] sarshin i am particularly looking at you here). I would love it if you would reply here? Please?

So my voice post seems to have gone down well! And I was thinking that I get 20 free voice posts a month which i don't want to really waste. SO! If people are interested, I will ring in LJ posts and talk. Suggest a topic you want to hear my thoughts on - want me to read one of your fics/one of my own - want me to sing? (you'll be lucky). Ask away! I am happy to whore myself out for you lot ♥

Right. I am sitting here looking like a scruffy gangster because my hair dried strangely overnight. Luv curly hair. So i am going to get dressed and start being productive....possibly.

Suggestions people~!

And now. Strange dream

aching as you wake and realise that you've slept your life away in the most perfect dream you could have but now it's over and you are awake and bereft )
klena: (meaning branded onto my face)
Lots of photos in this post! Be warned - even though I am going to put them behind cuts and the like.

Firstly. (a remention of last night) MY FUCKING BROTHER s;df;lsdkfsdkOH MY GOD

Second! Before work completely fucked me over (and fucked me off) yesterday I was pinned to Booth One (first drive through window) and did a few sketches in ink on napkins. Because there was boredom. >( SO! Have images of Mikey Fucking Way and Frank dealing with a zombie, random princess girl and zombie!Mikey Way. Which is the order I did them in. The Mikey-and-Frank-ZOMBIE pic was done as I was thinking about a part from [livejournal.com profile] bexless's fic about Frank-And-Gerard. Except Frank and Mikey were facing a werewolf in that image.


Fourthly! This is mainly aimed at [livejournal.com profile] crazychickencow and related to the Bandom!Zombie!Vampire!AU I'm writing now.

So! I have not bought a music magazine in about 2 years but I was down the street early for work one day last week, wandered innocently into Easons (to look at canvas's hush) and picked up Film and Rock Sound. Rock Sound had posters with it. My Chemical Romance posters. AND ONE OF THE IMAGES WAS THIS.



Fifth! I love ink. I like to work with ink and i like to finger paint. and i LOVE improving old half-finished awful pieces of art.


Sixth. I have uploaded more icons! Love me some icons. AND ALSO HAVE BLOODY/ZOMBIE ICONS! \o/ good times GREAT DAYS. So expect them used a lot. YAY!

Seventh. Um....my brother is going to teach me to play bass a little. And has agreed with little-to-no argument about teaching me My Chemical Romance songs. \o/


Nineth. I love tea. I love tea SO FUCKING MUCH
klena: (awesome plan)
Supposed to be leaving for work in, oh, 10-15 minutes? I haven't even found my clean uniform yet.


Although, on the plus side, Kev and I are both bringing our laptops into work tonight to exchange music and play our own stuff instead of the same This Is Middle Of The Road Generic Pop 67 or whatever it's called. It isn't actually that bad a compilation - it's just listening to it on repeat, all shift, 5 days a week means it gets a little old very quickly. Doesn't stop me singing along to Gym Class Heroes every time it comes on though.

Did not actually get to write any more of ZombieVampireBandom!AU fic last night as it was nearly 4 when i crawled into bed but I have been plotting! There will be more - oh yes, there will be more.

Okay. Now need to leave in about 5 minutes. /o\


[edit] 555 entries!

[son of edit] using work wi-fi! good times! thanks mcdonalds! sometimes you don't suck as hard as i think you do!

klena: (I'd die in your arms)
i need a good zombie icon - i swear, i seem to have spent most of the last few weeks talking about zombies. ♥ zombies

work is still sucky and exhausting and tiring and does not seem to ever let up but money is money. bah

planning to write more of zombie!bandom!fic tonight - please feel free to throw ideas at me or plotlines or anything. honestly, anything. last night i wrote another 1000 words of Gabe being Gabe and Ryland not being Ryland anymore. Or, well, breathing too.

There needs to be a plotline. Just need to find one.


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