Re: it's my dreams you take. (oh look, another!)

by sOOPER sPUUN on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:39 am

YOU KNOW THAT SONG!?
I LOVE THAT SONG. ohmygodilovethatsong.
video creeped me out. BUT I LOVE THE SONG!

Edit: 10th PAGE DANCE RAGE!

by eyelinerislife on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:42 am

Of course I know that song! XD

by sOOPER sPUUN on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:44 am

THATS LIKE. my first dance wedding song.
..as of right now. ^u^

by eyelinerislife on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:47 am

When I get married, there is no way in hell I am dancing to something slow, like that "I Hope You Dance" song or whatever. It's like, Bring on the Cobra, dude!XD

by sOOPER sPUUN on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:47 am

i fckn hate that song! dear sweet jesus.

by eyelinerislife on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:49 am

It is basically the classic slow dance song, and I will have none of it!:p

by sOOPER sPUUN on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:51 am

i told my dad that if he didn't want to hear any My Chem at
mine then he could just leave after the ceremony.

by eyelinerislife on Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:53 am

My Mom walked down the isle to Led Zeppelin, so I guess it runs in the family...XD

by sOOPER sPUUN on Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:13 am

led zeppelin?! thats... that's a new one!

mad props to her!

by eyelinerislife on Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:21 am

She also got married in combat boots, so...XD

by Fleur de Lis on Fri Jul 04, 2008 2:01 am

see this is why I wanted to create this forum
I am i dont even know the word i am looking for here...

amazed by the intellence of you two and while I don't agree with all of your opinions they are well thought out thoughtful ones and you have EVERY right to feel that way.
I wanna point out that we have ALMOST no waycest here..I think one thread maybe..

and I agree that if that is not to your liking skip it..

personally if I story is good I wont care if the leads are male and male or female and male or female and female..

for instance there was one on the rmy...it was a waycest and it was written like poetry.. but in my head as I read it I just didn't see mikey..I saw some other random person..some times male some times female

I think part of it has to do with life experiences..Some things I thought I'd never read or do or enjoy ..even,,five years ago I do now..
some opinions I held then I don't now..
but as far as the stuff here goes be in in the fanfic section or rp or what ever... you have to remember ONE thing

we are Playing and for the most part it is make believe that's why I ONLY write AU

Alternate Universes... EVEN SR is a paralle universe..it's just damn close to ours in developement is all..

You both should be proud of yourselves that you are so well spoken confident girls, that aren't afraid to say what you think!

Even if it means you don't read all of my stuff!

You will BOTH be happy I think to know my next story in developement is VERY het...just like YMC and ARC
Good night ladies...

If it means anything to you Aunty Fleur is proud of you!

by sOOPER sPUUN on Fri Jul 04, 2008 5:20 pm

haha. well thought out arguments. *philisophicalchinrub*
i remember i remember. i'm not gonna go insult anyone.

p.s. every time i hear Violet Hill now, i think of YMC.
and then Tales at the end.

by eyelinerislife on Fri Jul 04, 2008 8:44 pm

And that's exactly why I enjoy coming on here, Fleur. On a lot of the websites I've been on in the past, free speech was a no-no. It's either agree with what the mods say or getthehellout. This is probably the only place that I've stayed up 'til 6 o'clock in the morning posting on (I haven't even done that with the Rmy!), and I'm happy that even thought there isn't an overwhelming amount of people who are signed up here that the people who ARE are open minded.

And I do think that towards the beginning of my Rmy days that I did read a Waycest oneshot that I did enjoy (Made me cry as well:P) that I went back and read a few time called "Airplanes", I believe. And I've written a few Bobard oneshots in the past, I have to admit. But I guess the thing is, as long as it's...tasteful and isn't written like a complete pornish fic like a good bit of the Ferard's I have tried to read, I don't really have much of a problem with it. There's just so many of them...XD

by sOOPER sPUUN on Thu Jul 17, 2008 9:56 pm

I heard his steps descend the stairs and out the door and immediately let my head fall onto the plastic table in front of me. "Ow." I stood up awkwardly and rubbed my head. "Dumbass." I decided that I would have plenty of time to insult Kayla's distraction after I got up from my impending nap. And I was halfway to my bunk when my ringtone began to play. I was pissed now. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FUCKING PLAYING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE YOU DAMN PHONE." I screamed at the increasingly annoying hunk of plastic. I flipped open the phone, knowing full well who it was, and tried not to snap. "That was a horrible plan. I didn't actually expect you to tell him the truth." I didn't allow her any room to fit a word in. "I'm going to sleep, I'm pissed and I'm tired and I'm sad and I feel shitty and pathetic and horrible," I rambled "and I don't want to be awake anymore, much less consciously think about how I turned my life into shit because I walked away from the greatest guy in the world!" There was a pause on the other end. I felt even worse. "I'm sorry Kayla, I wasn't yelling... I'm not mad at you, I just.." I sighed "He's an amazing guy, and I feel like shit." An even longer pause. "Really?" A male voice answered, all too pleasant to hear. "FUCKING A!" I slammed the cover shut, fuming. I shouted something I didn't understand and finally threw the phone towards the back as hard as I could, which, considering, was pretty hard.

Emotions be damned, I started to cry. I didn't understand why. Maybe purely of embarrassment, maybe it was the fact that I hated myself for reasons I already knew, maybe it was a new reason. Maybe it's because that was more honest than anything you said in a year and two months. I wiped the tears on my neck off with my hands and stumbled to my tiny bed. I found the clothes I used as pajamas balled up on the covers. Only, I had lost all of my energy at that point, and ended up removing the shirt I had on, pulling off all of my bottom-half attire, and yanking on the old athletic shorts that still fit from high school. I threw my former outfit to lie with my hopefully broken phone at the back of the bus, climbed under the sheet, pulled the other blanket up from the foot of the mattress and pulled both of the "privacy" shades to cover the whole space. I turned to face the wall and tried my hardest not to think of anything as I cried myself to sleep.

OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD IT'S THE END. IT'S THE END!
"JO!" A yell ripped through my unbelievably comfortable sleep. I heard it clearly, but I wasn't planning to open my eyes under my own volition for at least 3 hours. The yell came again, coinciding with heavy steps stomping onto the bus. I swear to god. I fumed silently. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I wasn't happy that the sun had reached all the way back to my bunk and had succeeded in violating both of the curtains. What the Hell? That was a long ass nap. And apparently this asshole hadn't been at the meeting THE ENTIRE WORLD HAD ABOUT NOT. WAKING. ME. UP. EVER. "JO!" It echoed that time, which on one hand impressed me because I had never heard anything echo on a bus, but on the other hand, pissed me off even more. "EVELYN JOVANNA DARYNE MARCHESANO." My eyes shot open in realization, shutting again almost immediately from the shocking light. Fuck, we're gonna do this again? About 20 people we were touring with knew that I had two middle names, maybe 12 people knew what they were, only 7 knew how to pronounce Daryne correctly, 2 of those were male, and that sure as Hell wasn't Marc's voice. I acknowledged his presence angrily, deciding keeping my eyes closed until they were forced open. "Oh," my voice shockingly low for just waking up, "this is not going to end well for you."

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE. Kayla's not the most tight-lipped person in the morning." He called, the steps approaching closer to where I was laying. Wha? If it was the next morning, that means I missed his set, and I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad about that. You poor, sad man. You know better than this. I thought. That also meant that we had driven while I was sleeping, and I wondered a bit about which state I was in, obviously not moving at the moment. Probably somewh- My thought was cut off by the ripping back of both curtains, though I still hadn't opened my eyes. He had blocked the sun from my face though, so that helped. "Gotcha." I could see the smirk through my eyelids, or maybe that was just a visual flashback. "Get up." He ordered. "You have got to be high. Which is sad, really, I thought you were stronger than that." I retaliated calmly with my eyes still closed. 1-nothing, me. That may have been a low blow, but you don't wake me up, it's simply not done. His response was a bit less calm, a small, but sharp smack to my forehead. 1-all. My eyes snapped open to glare straight at his, and I saw the tiniest flash of terror before it was replaced by anger. "What." I demanded, not wanting to scream at.. however early it was.

"I said get up." He ordered again, making me shiver ever so slightly. I melted a bit inside, 1-2., then regained control. "I don't give a shit what you said." I curled in my blanket to face the wall again, after sending the nastiest look I could pull off. He walked away from my bunk, and I smiled contently when I heard the steps fade. 2-all. "Oh how cute." I heard him say in the opposite direction of the exit, then walk back to me. "There's a picture of me in your background!" Damn it all! It should be broken! I cringed, no one was ever supposed to see that. "Did you do that all by yourself." 2-3. He asked in a voice you would use to talk to say.. your dog, or a baby. "No," saying the first thing that came to my mind. "I got your mother to help." 3-all. That was not entirely a lie; I had met his mother, and from what I was told, she thought I was a 'lovely young lady'. She was the one who had shown me the picture that was held on my phone. "That's creative." He said, monotonous. "Well that's just not nice, she was the one who thought of it." That was entirely a lie. "Get up, or I'm sure I know a few people that would love to see these." He said as I heard the click of buttons scrolling through the contents. Immediately, I rolled to face him. "That's what I thought." 3-4.

"Is this how you get off?" He started, walking away from me. "That's a trick question," I interrupted "you of all people should know how I get off." 4-all. He got about four feet and stopped when I realized, my underwear! Well I mean it's not like he's never seen them! No! I don't have any on! And god only knows if my shorts are even on anymore! My eyes widened as I reached under the blanket to find my shorts were indeed on and covering what they were supposed to. By this time he had turned around and noticed my face, and my hand. "Oh yes, I saw them. I did always like that pair." An evil smirk crossed his own face. "That's why they were thrown away." He frowned at that. 5-4. "Back to the matter at hand." He continued. "Ah yes, how I get off. Well first," He cut me off. "What did you do to her?" I stopped, confused. "I don't... I don't have a 'her' to do anything to," I unwrapped the blanket from myself and stood up in the tiny 'hallway' to face him. My arms are cold, why are my arms cold? "sure you're not high? I can call Mikey." That I probably should not have said. I still talked to Mikey, regularly.

He stomped forward, backing me up a little. "STOP IT. Now what the Hell did you do?" Yep, we're gonna do this again. "I haven't done a thing!" I started, now certain this wouldn't end well. "You're a liar!" " I haven't said anything! How am I a liar!?" "Is this how you get off?" He continued again, "Messing with other people's lives? With MY life?" I dismissed all of the sarcasm that flew into my thoughts. "I've been sleeping! SLEEPING. How could I mess with your oh-so-fabulous life? Why would I want to?!" "Right, cause that must have been someone else crying on the phone." He started to mock me, making obnoxious gestures. "Oh no! I've ruined my life! He's a fantastic guy! Why am I so stupid!" I laughed, partly to make him angry, partly because the pitch his voice didn't have to go much higher to be 'feminine'. "That's very mature, Gerard, I see you've really come far with your acting talent." "Don't give me that. I know you'd do whatever you wanted to get your way." I rolled my eyes at the emphasis I had heard an insane number of times as he stopped moving and looked from my face down to my feet and back again. ..the hell? That was weird. "Oh come on. LIKE WHAT." I shouted, throwing my arms out. "How about a THREE HUNDRED DOLLAR BET on when I'd be getting MARRIED." He shouted back, walking closer to prove a point. "OH COME THE FUCK ON." I flung my hands in the air in exasperation and began to storm off to the back. He reached out and caught hold of the back of the sports bra I was wearing. Oh. That's why my arms are cold. I stopped, shocked and embarrassed. He yanked hard on the elastic, spinning me back around and pulling me to stand within two inches of his face, my palms laying flat on his stomach. Looking down to my face, he smirked again. I whimpered a bit as my knees buckled. DAMN IT DAMN IT SHIT. "That's what I thought." He repeated.

I pushed off of him, backing up a good eight feet, trying to regain some dignity. "FIRST OF ALL," I yelled, overcompensating. "FORGIVE ME FOR BEING BORED OFF MY ASS AT 3 O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON." I met his antagonizing glare. "SECOND. WHY THE HELL WOULD I WASTE, WASTE! THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS OF MY OWN MONEY JUST TO PROVE THAT YOU'RE GOING TO MARRY THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS." His glare turned to confusion, obviously missing the 'no money' part. "What?" He said surprisingly soft. I continued yelling, "SERIOUSLY, I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO WITH MY TIME." That pulled him back to my level. "OH REALLY?" He started yelling, "D'YOU WANT TO TELL MY WHY LINDSEY IS ALL FREAKED. D'YOU WANT TO TELL ME WHY THERE'S A FUCKING BETTING POOL IN MY LOVE LIFE? JESUS!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes again. "I KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS," My head snapped back up, appalled. "BUT I HONESTLY THOUGHT YOU WERE A BIT MORE MATURE THAN THAT. I GUESS I WAS WRONG." That did it, I was done. I could see the open door from where I was standing, and I wondered how fast I could either run past him or push him out. "JEALOUS!? SERIOUSLY? I'M JEALOUS. AND LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT MY MATURITY MR. "SHERIFF". I started to mock him, "I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T," I moved around exaggerating his stage performance "AND THAT IS, I'M NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR." I then remembered he still had my phone. "I'M GONNA TAKE YOUR PHONE AND SHOW EVERYBODY! WEE!" I looked at him with what I called my "You're a fucking idiot." look. It was perfect. The argument itself had dissolved into nothing but name calling, which showed how mature we really were.

"OH DON'T EVEN START TO TALK ABOUT WHAT I WEAR, MISS SPORTS BRA AND SHORTS. I'VE SEEN WHAT YOU WEAR DURING YOUR SET TOO." He watched my set? Wow. I thought quietly with the tiniest smile. "WHAT I WEAR?! GO WATCH YOUR GIRLFRIEND PLAY AGAIN, THEN COME BACK TO INSULT WHAT I WEAR." "GOD!" He yelled even louder, a sure sign that he had run out of things to say. "I KNEW YOU DRESSED LIKE A WHORE, BUT I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE GOING TO START ACTING LIKE ONE." My mouth dropped open, appalled at the extreme he had decided to go to. This can't be the Gerard I know. That wasn't like him at all, and while that solidified, for me, the fact that he probably was going to marry Lindsey, I had just been called a whore.

I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, trying to absorb it. What the hell was that? That's not right. I couldn't do it. "I'm a whore?" I asked, threateningly low. He decided on continuing to yell. "YOU'RE SURE AS HELL ACTING LIKE ONE. I'M EMBARRASSED I DIDN'T SEE IT BEFORE." The look on his face exuded confidence, but the rest of his body seemed to know what was about to happen. I took two steps closer to him. "Right right." I agreed as a Dane Cook bit popped into my head. "Say, could you tell me what time it is? You have my phone." He looked confused, but pulled the phone from his back pocket, where he put it before I stood up. I cracked my knuckles at my side. "Uh, it's 6:37, does that matter?" "Oh not at all, just for reference." I sighed while bracing my knees. He looked to the right, trying to see out a window. "Hey, just so you know," I started. As his face moved back I brought my right hand up to make a fist and pushed every ounce of energy, momentum, and power I had into right about where his jaw connected. I heard another knuckle pop as my fist smashed into his temple, the height difference disrupting my aim. A classless grunt escaped me as I swung through. I knew what would happen next. He attempted to focus on me, but I knew he couldn't. A lovely "Whuh." fell out of his mouth as he stood disoriented. "Don't ever wake me up." I added proudly, pushing him backwards with my index finger, grabbing my phone out of his hand as his arm swung up. His eyes grew wide then rolled back as he fell straight back with a rather loud 'thud' on the bus' floor. I was surprised I had done it. I'd knocked people out before, but they were generally shorter or lighter than I was. That was one for the books.

I thought for a minute about what do to, then remembered my sharpie. It was a giant sharpie, it read "Industrial Size" on the side. I grabbed it out of my backpack sitting on the couch. I stepped back over to Gerard's unconscious form and smiled. Granted, I shouldn't have been proud for resorting to violence, but I couldn't help it. I kneeled down beside him and grabbed his face hard, turning it away from me. I uncapped the giant marker with my teeth, deciding what to write. I settled on writing "JEALOUS?" across his neck, just as he would have. I considered drawing a mustache for him, but decided against it. That would just be mean. I stood back up, looking down on him. "I told you this wouldn't end well for you." I sighed as I tossed the marker back on the couch. I yawned, hoping to get back to what I wanted to be doing. Sitting back down on my bunk with my legs hanging over, I shook my head. "Hope nobody trips over your stupid ass, stupid ass." Not the most eloquent sentence, but I didn't care. I pulled the blanket back up to cover me, leaving the curtains open to admire my work. I thought about any revenge that would possibly be enacted upon waking and shrugged, accepting whatever awaited me. As soon as I leaned back on my pillow I regained my will to sleep. "Oh what do you say that one ended at?" I asked myself. "I'd go with a solid 10,000 to 5, in favor of one Evelyn Jovanna Daryne Marchesano." "Good show, jolly good." I squeaked out as I fell asleep once again.

That's it! That's the end!
I'ma re-post it in it's entirety a little later, edited and detailed better.

by Fleur de Lis on Thu Jul 17, 2008 10:38 pm

Hahahaha!!
FuckingA that was good!!

I read it all even though that TEENY WEENY little print is not the easiest in the world for me to read.

BRAVO sOOP!!!!