civiltwilights

So, it's 2009, specifically january, and i was listening to music, and thinking. specifically 'hey, i wish it was summer. i wish it was summer in a world where greta salpeter went to go get some icy treats and met jon walker, and they kissed. what a great world that would be!'. and so i, wrapped up in many blankets, stuffed with turkey and soup, produced this (ON MY CHRISTMAS FUCKING LAPTOP OH MY GOD!!). read it! it's no great classic, but it's cute.

title:greta and jon go on an adventure of rainbow gelato
plot: it's hot out, and greta wants gelato. guess who has some?
content warnings: nothing big, a little swearing, some displays of affection
author's note: at the end :)

( f-f-fic! )

http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/hush_sound_the_lyrics_7515/goodbye_blues_lyrics_76872/the_boys_are_too_refined_lyrics_762682.html

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yeaaah who's doing a speedy update? THATS RIGHT ITS ME.

( wo0o0o00oo more updates! )

OMG HIATUS OVER.
( i am awful at updating )

yeah we're getting married.

soo, the other day i found this poem that kayla had written for a project last year and it gave me total shivers. she was inspired by twloha, and it goes like this:

to write love

love will keep me alive,
even when i’d rather be dead.
i don’t have faith,
but i believe;
broken, shadowed,
in love.
in its abilities to build a person up
and to tear them down in a single motion,
to slice clean through the skin of
a heart or a wrist,
to heal or to hurt,
to bleed, for better or worse.
if i could say anything,
it would be not to give up,
because failing isn’t falling down,
it’s staying down.

thank you.

and so, with her permission, i took my friend (and part-time lover, except not exactly) jamie and we made it into a song. now, this is recorded on a shitty mic on windows sound recorder *eye roll* and it's also me singing after like 4 hours of writing and experimenting and whatnot, so the vocals are kind of shady in points. and my band is definitely called cats in the windowsill, so shut up. (my other catmates are camping, so i may re-do this with nifty harmonies and possibly a second guitar). but that's not the point! the point is i wrote this melody, and kayla wrote these words and together we did something, and it's something solid that i can hear, and i am very proud. so, if you want, you can have a listen, hopefully this crazy little imeem thing works :)

h'lo my boys, welcome to january.

( i suck at updates )

so, on friday i went to wakestock.
annnd, i saw dead and divine! and farewell to freeway!
they were amaaaazing, i forgot how awesome harcore concerts are, and the girl in farewell to freeway is gorgeous and i have a mini-crush on her.

but you see, during all this awesome, fantastic music, great crowd, beautiful day, do you know what i manage to find?
RYAN
ROSS'
FUCKING
SON.
(or brother, or twin, nephew, cousin, whatever. they have to be related.)

and, instead of watching the bands, i spend the whole time trying to get a picture of him

( luckily, i succeeded. )

http://community.livejournal.com/fanficrants/7071285.html?page=1#comments
please please please read that. fuck, i hate random fandoms sometimes.

oh hay, it's tiem for my boys to has sex.

( mhhhhhm, you don't even have to have read my story )

oh my god, this one is longer, but also kind of gay. which, i guess is what i was going for, so whatever.


( falalalalala, norvermbraaaaaa )

dear f-list, i apologize for this.
( it's still sooper cheez-E. )

so, i've been working on this for quite awhile, and i promise it gets better. (it was the story i was flailing about before, i finally decided to just post it. anyway, there are twelve parts, and i'll keep posting as long as there is interest. it's AU, cause i originally wrote it as original characters, but then i didn't know where to post it, haha.

so, i hope you like.

( chapter 1: september )

HAI HAI.
so, i was chatting with kayla the other day about various fic that i wanted, and this subject seemed to come up. fucking metro station. i gues this follows in my excellent vein of all crack, all the time,lol. hope you like it!

( fucking metro station... )

alright, i myself have several questions about pretty. odd. and frankly, the only way to answer them is with a hybrid blend of smut, and tomfoolery! who's pumped? IM PUMPED!!!

first question. ( Who the fuck is Paul Cates? )

happy birthday brendon! for your 21st i got you some fairly lame fanfic!
( follow meeeeee!! )

oh my god, i saw the matches today!
( teensy picspam y/y? )

tell me something awesome you've done recently!

SO i'm finally coherent and i wanted to remember my intial thoughts of this before everybody starts ragging on them. SO I DID one sentence and favourite line from each song!

( hey, MY OPINION!just what everyone wanted! )

hi!
i wrote some hayley/ryan fic, that i've been working on forEVER UGH. (dont worry, i did it like a sentence at a time, since august)

oh, and rosie o'laskey is here


( FICHURR )

but have you ever had a dream that's felt so SO realistic?
( ryan ross! )