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My first meme! Hell yeah to cherry popping :) anyways I stole this from [livejournal.com profile] isweedan and she talked me through how to record it. Hope you guys like it, I was trying not to wake up the whole house and seriously needed a drink of water.

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Think of this as a template. If you want to skip a question, go ahead. If you want to add your own questions or just ramble on about bandom or fanfiction, feel free! Just do a podcast or a voice post or whatever you can to get your voice on the internets for all of us to hear.
1. What's your username and is there a story behind it?
2. Where are you from and where do you live now?
3. What are you wearing? Yes, I am hitting on you.
4. How long have you been in bandom? How did you get into it?
5. Which bands are your favorites?
6. Which band members are your favorites?
7. Have you seen any of them in concert? Any fun stories or memories to share?
8. Do you have an OTP? What is it, and why do you love it?
9. What story do you wish someone would write?
10. Are you working on something for bandom right now? Tell us a little bit about it.
11. You've got fic open somewhere on your computer right now, don't lie. So go to one of your open tabs or word documents or whatever, and read us a couple of lines.
12. Say these words: Iero, haberdashery, LOLcat, flist, dirigible, halcyon, nemesis, ephemeral, languorous


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Title: I'm Lying Here (In Despair) 
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bandom, My Chemical Romance
Pairings/Characters: Gerard Way/Frank Iero
Warnings: Mentions of Substance abuse, Depression, Recovery
Word Count: ~2800
Summary: Gerard deals with hurdles with his recovery and Frank tries to help. 
For: BlueSoaring who tweeted the bases of this story and inspired me.
Notes: Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. 


I’m Lying Here (In Despair)

Late September, 2004

“Son of a fucking bitch!" Gerard yelled, as he slammed down his pen in disgust on the small dinette table he was sitting at. Grabbing the unsalvageable sketch in front of him, he crushed the paper into a little ball, not giving a flying monkey’s ass about the ink getting all over his hands from where the pen had somehow managed to explode while in his fucking hand. Having crushed the paper into the something resembling the size of a ping pong ball, Gerard threw it in the general direction of the trash can, promising himself that he would go and pick it up in a few seconds, he just needed to cool down a little bit first before he punched something. Because a broken hand sure as hell wouldn’t be conducive to improving his mood.Read more... )

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