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1. I made this the other day!
2. I really love the Jonas Brothers, and think these pictures really showcase the Joe/Nick relationship (fangirl here!)
3. I'd perviously had a picture of Nick with his hand on Joe's face, and my sister had drawn lovehearts around it. :)
4. On the actual background, Nick's face wasn't covered by a clock. :(
5. They're just adorable!

I know these are absolutely pathetic, but I hope they amuse you. This is the closest I have to fanart. :D ( Bonus!'art' )

Title: Sea of Secrets (SOS) AKA Mernick
Author: killeleanor
Pairing: Joe/Nick Jonas
Rating: R-NC-17 overall
Warnings: None, particularly. Just the usual.
Word Count: 20,000+
Summary: A Little Mermaid AU in which Nick is the 'mermaid' and Joe is the human. It doesn't stick to the Disney story exactly, but it's the same basic idea.
Staring up through the waters above him, watching the blurred silhouette of the sun scatter its light through the waves, Nick dreamt of something more than the life he was currently living.
Author's Notes: I didn't mean to make Selena so mean! I only started really liking her after finishing this fic. I hope you like this! I'm quite pleased with it.


( Part 1 )

Got my GCSE results this morning.  My English teacher was smiling as she brandished an envelope at me, so I knew I must have done okay...

4 A*s, 4 As and 3 Bs!!

Not bad, I don't think.  One of the Bs was an overall result for an AS-level.  I'm pretty pleased about that.

Narrowing it down a little, my A*s were for Religious Education (um, HOW?), French, English Language and English Literature (score!).  The As were in Statistics, History, Graphics and Additional Science.  The Bs were for Maths and Science, and one of the Bs was an AS-level B, which counts as more than an A* at GCSE.

I wonder what my reward might be...  I'm going to Disneyland in France tonight/tomorrow morning, which will be amazing.  And we're going out to lunch soon.

Aaaand these results mean I can do whatever I want in college!  Whey!

I'mma try steal Dad's iPhone when we go to lunch and use Twitter or something...  I'm @killeleanorb. :)

If anyone wants one, I have three Dreamwidth codes.  You probably already have it, but I'm just throwing that out there. :)

Oh, and I get my GCSE results soon!!  I'll post them here, should anyone be interested. :P  Then it's off to Disneyland Paris for a long weekend!

Um, yeah.  And later, I might be posting something in three parts... so sorry if it spams you...

Basically, this is me expressing my love for my favourite band, The Juliana Theory. They got Twitter recently, and we've tweeted to each other a bit, and it really is just AWESOME when someone you look up to acknowledges you. Aaaand they retweeted me! I can hardly express my excitement!

Uhm, anyway, the write-y thing...

( The love for a band expressed in a creative, lyrical way... )

I feel that it is my duty as a fan to spread the word about this...

I've known for a while that they have SOMETHING planned (I've been led to believe it's a collection of rareties and B-sides) and if this is so they're going absolutely out of their way to promote it.

On their official website, there are links to The Juliana Theory's Twitters and MySpaces and Facebooks, including those of Vesta (band with three ex-Juliana Theory members) and Brett Detar (TJT frontman). If you care or want to or whatever, follow them! They reply to tweets and really are brilliant people.

Later, I'll post something I wrote about them last night. I hope you'll all be able to relate to it somehow.

But anyway, PLEASE spread the word about The Juliana Theory if you can.

:hug:

Title: Unspoken Words Are Stronger
Author: killeleanor
Pairing: Nick/Joe Jonas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 141
Summary: Exactly what the title says. Pretty fluffy.
Author's Note: I found a prompt on this website, which was "start a story with the line 'They had nothing to say to each other', and so I did. Also, I am in the process of writing a potentially epic Joick fic, which I have a few questions about.

( Drabble and questions ahead... )

Title: Random Ramblings
Pairing: Trace Cyrus/Mason Musso (Metro Station)
Rating: Very light R
Word Count: 565
Summary: Mason's random ramblings about Trace. Pretty fluffy.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Sigh. :P Also, I apologise if you see this more than once.

( Mason's Random Ramblings )

The Juliana Theory, even if they broke up in 2006. Their music is amazing. Also, Kill Hannah are great.

I've been kinda low recently, having finished school and not knowing what to do with myself, and then I just started thinking about things that make me smile. I'm sure you'll smile as well.

( Ahead lies adorable kittens, fun times, and randomness (and real life!Gabilliam) )

Most of you are on DeviantArt, but I don't want to spam you with screen caps. But yeah, I have made my characters Victor and Greg on the Sims 3, and am reasonably pleased with how they have turned out. They look almost exactly how I imagine them to and behave a bit like it as well. It's been so sweet watching them fall in love and eventually become boyfriends, and it's just such great fun!

So here are some screen caps I have taken from the game. Some are a little random...


( Come see the pictures! )

Oh the joy. If any of my LJ friends wanna look into Vivisection, click here. :D

Went to see Cobra Starship recently and met them, so here are some pics!

( Under the cut )

I never update, and this came to me randomly. It's mainly for my DA friends, for some reason...

But these are pictures of my room from my bed!! The place where I do most of my writing...

( Under a cut for size and stuff... )

Well, that was kinda pointless, but whatever. Oh, and Madina Lake was awesome! Had to come out early, though...

I discovered this website a few years ago, but recently stumbled upon it again and thought I would share it with you all. Basically, it's taking the mick out of the US Government website, which makes safety pictures or labels or something that are so vague they could mean anything. Seriously, it's really funny. :D Tell me your favourites!

So today was a good day, blah blah, but I'll get to the point.

I think that Hilary Duff has done a cover of my favourite song. I don't have anything against her, as I used to love her music, but the mere thought of it brings tears to my eyes.

The song is Everything, and is originally by The Juliana Theory (my favourite band). Here are her lyrics to it. Not really changed apart from the "oh yeah"s, but that would ruin it. :( I can't find her version of the song to listen to, but here is the original (I don't know what's up with the video: all I could find). Such a beautiful song. *sigh*

So, end of rant, I think.

Because that wasn't obvious. ¬_¬

But seriously, he made my day the other day.  He'd given us back our Statistics coursework with corrections and stuff, and at one point, he'd put 'S+L', and I didn't know what it meant.  I asked him what it meant, and he replied with, "Stem and Leaf. Not S&M."  Needless to say, I was pretty surprised, and said, "That didn't even come to mind!"  Which, okay, maybe it did a little bit.  Then he mumbled, "It did for me."

I was in hysterics for the rest of the lesson.  Then I was having pervy thoughts which made me even giddier, and then I showed him the picture of Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump I took at Fall Out Boy.

After that, I think Bri told him she thought he was wearing yellow eyeshadow, and he said he'd never worn it.  "Yellow eyeshadow," I reitterated.   Then he said he wasn't manly enough to wear eyeshadow. :P

Today was funny as well.  I stayed after school for Statistics help, and I was pimping my phone, and he has a cool phone too which slides open to reveal a keyboard.  Said mine was cooler, though.

I'll shut up now before I creep someone out (more).

alphabetatoast tagged me to do this hand-written meme, so here it is! I also realised I hadn't done my Fall Out Boy post.

( Check it out. )

I'll put this under a cut, I think...

( Fall Out Boy, cool phone, great drawings, amazing presents and gleeful joy ahead!! )

I wondered if any of you could help me. I am currently writing a story based on British television show The X Factor, which is similar to American Idol, and need to think of characters to be in each category.

The main pairings are Ryden, Gabilliam, Joncer and Peterick, all of whom are already in a category or are not involved in the competition.  The categories are (for this story) 16-24, 25 and over, and groups.  For the live shows, I would like three acts in each category, but thinking them up has been difficult!  So I wondered if you had any ideas.  Men and women, in a group with others, whatever.  I could actually do with a girlband...  For the round before the finals, I want six acts in each category, but that doesn't matter so much if I don't mention them. So... I just need a few suggestions!  It'd be great if you could help me out.  :D

I'm a bit stuck with writing it at the moment, so maybe if I get this sorted I'll be inspired to plough on.  Uhm, thanks!

Title: Love Hurts
Author: </a></b></a>killeleanor
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryan Ross wouldn't have considered himself to be a romantic; that is, until he fell in love.
Author's Notes: Went back to school today after a long break, and couldn't sleep. Made a playlist on my iPod with the song Love Hurts by Incubus among others (I was really tempted to do a fic based on One Thing Is For Sure by The Spill Canvas as well...) and got inspired, but it on repeat and this came out. I don't think it's the best thing I've ever written, but it could be worse. I was gonna bring Keltie into it, but didn't in the end. Was tired by then. Hope you like this!

                           

( Love Hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt... )

He had convinced himself that love was superficial, sought only by those who craved purpose, needed someone to rely on and be relied on in return. Ryan didn't want to rely on anyone ever again. He'd never lose memories of a broken childhood, would never allow himself to depend on someone like he should have been able to depend on his own father. Why suffer the disappointment?

Yes, it was a bleak outlook on life, and he didn't expect it to change until he met Brendon Urie. There was something about him that Ryan couldn't figure out, something that immediately drew him to the boy. He was so gorgeous, so beautiful and naïve and innocent, completely uncorrupted, much unlike himself. His voice could steal your breath, and if Ryan were to lose all senses but his hearing, he would live only to hear Brendon sing. It was difficult for Ryan to blame himself for falling in love with this boy, for there was something almost magnetic about him. Once he'd met Brendon, there was no going back.

Ryan wondered if Brendon knew how he felt about him sometimes, though he was convinced he was a good liar, not reacting when Brendon got too close, trying to filter his own thoughts so that Brendon would not haunt his mind.

He remembered when Brendon got his first girlfriend, whom Ryan had taken an immediate disliking to. Brendon couldn't understand why. But Ryan was troubled. Why does it hurt? This shouldn't hurt; I should be happy for him. He refused to accept that he was in love with Brendon, and found himself some random scene queen to date, to distract himself. There was supposed to be love within an actual relationship, but if what he and Jac had was love, why did it still hurt so much to see Brendon and Audrey? It made his heart sink in his chest if she made him laugh or smile fondly. It made his throat burn when they'd kiss, innocent as they could be. In retalliation, he would try to acheive something like that with his own girlfriend, but his attempts seemed so feeble. His heart wasn't in it, and she knew that, too.

Ryan wondered if it made him a sadist when he Brendon came running to him, crying, and he was euphoric because now she had gone. For once, he opened his arms for Brendon, pulling him close and whispering nonsense into his ear.

"We're over. What we had seemed so special... So why doesn't this hurt more?"

This took Ryan by surprise. He'd half expected Brendon to talk about how she'd surely been the love of his life, and how would he go on without her?

"She never meant anything, Bren," he murmured, wondering exactly who he was trying to comfort.

"Ryan, I-"

He shook his head, not knowing how to continue his sentence. With trepidation, he pulled his head from where it was nestled against Ryan's chest and stared at him with wide eyes. Obviously terrified, he glanced at Ryan's lips before lunging forwards and meshing their mouths together. Shocked, Ryan didn't know how to respond, because Brendon was kissing him, and now more than ever, he most certainly was not in love with him. No way. He'd vowed to never fall in love, because he would only get hurt. That didn't stop him from pressing his lips back, clinging on to Brendon even tighter and letting a whimper escape him. It took more than he knew he had in him to pull away and completely avoid eye contact.

"Maybe you should go to bed," he said, trying to push Brendon off him. "You're probably tired, and you're upset."

He stood up, walking away from Brendon so he could go and hide in his bunk.

"But Ryan!" He felt Brendon's hand on his shoulder, and halted, not turning around. "I- you- we're-"

He sighed and let his hand slide off Ryan's arm. Feeling like a complete asshole, he carried on walking, climbing into his bunk and curling up, trying not to think about Brendon while constantly replaying that kiss in his mind. Was he under some sort of spell? He tried so desperately not to look into deeply, but what if there was the smallest possibility that Brendon was in love with him? It was impossible. He refused to even believe that he was in love with Brendon, so there was no way that Brendon could be in love with him. He was too cold, too unreceptive, unable to reciprocate even friendly gestures. If this was love, why couldn't he see it?

Randomly, he wondered what it would be like if he'd never met Brendon. What would be doing? He wouldn't be forcing himself to believe that love hadn't touched him; would he be dead? Next, he wondered what it would be like if he and Brendon were actually together. There were already rumours questioning his sexuality, some nasty, but some extremely supportive. Either way, it wouldn't come as that much of a surprise. But no... he couldn't do that, could he?

Oh screw it. He couldn't keep denying this! It was tearing him apart, and from what he could gather, it wasn't just him. Kicking away the covers, he stumbled out of the bunk and found Brendon sitting exactly where he had left him, head in his hands, sightless eyes staring at the floor in front of him.

"Um, Brendon?"

Startled, he looked up, visibly tensing as he saw Ryan.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ki-"

"Brendon, I've been in love with you since we met but wouldn't do anything about it because I was afraid to love someone."

Smooth, Ross. Real smooth, just blurting it all out like that.

Brendon was evidently shocked. Ryan just felt like an idiot as Brendon stared at him in total disbelief.

"Uhm," Ryan started, desperate to fill the silence.

With no prior warning, Brendon launched himself off of the sofa and flung himself at Ryan, clinging onto him and squeezing as tight as he could.

"You idiot," he mumbled, voice strained by tears. "You idiot. Why didn't you say something?"

Ryan shook his head, bringing stiff arms to rest around Brendon, relaxing as Brendon nuzzled closer. When their lips met again in a life-affirming kiss, Ryan knew for sure that without love, he couldn't survive. 
 

This year certainly has been a big one, no? It’s undeniable; Barack Obama has been elected the first black president, there’s been the credit crunch, floods, disasters to name just the major worldwide news things. Here’s a review of my year personally, the highs and lows (although there are considerably more high points than low points).

January

I guess nothing too major happened here. Went to Morecambe and Lancaster, which was fun, and Mum also took me to the cinema to see Sweeney Todd, despite the fact that I was fourteen at the time and it was an eighteen. It was amazing, though, and I loved it. Also, I believe it was January that I started posting Vivisection.

February

Jennifer’s thirteenth birthday! I remember we got Final Fantasy action figures, and Jen had a sleepover with her friends, where we made the dolls have an orgy. However, we also included some Harry Potter and My Chemical Romance dolls, so I think at one point we had Sephiroth making out with Snape... I believe this was also the month in which I got my iPod.

Something else very important happened as well. I discovered The Juliana Theory, and they have changed my life. Seriously. Trance came on Last.fm, I downloaded it, listened it to death, downloaded Love and then never looked back. Every track off that album is in the Most Played list on my iPod, and they’ve inspired me so much. I really wish they were still together, because it would be amazing to see them live.

The Janto sleepover may have happened this month as well, which involved me and Louise. That was just epic. We watched looooads of Torchwood, and then struggled with making hot chocolate. We’d just gotten a new microwave that day and I had no clue how to use it, so we had to heat up the milk in a pan (failed, since it didn’t get hot enough). We’d also been laughing because the instruction manual for the microwave said to “twiddle the knob,” but what really put the icing on the cake was the fact that Louise managed to squirt cream right next to said knob. After that, we stayed up until seven in the morning watching Janto videos on YouTube. No joke.

March

Now, obviously, this was a very important month, seeing as I turned fifteen. I got Death Note DVDs, an L plushie, Mighty Boosh DVDs, recordable DVD player, Mindfreak stuff and God knows what else. My sleepover was pretty cool, as some may agree. I think we watched a lot of Torchwood in my bedroom, and stayed up pretty late. Briony and Rhianna would not stop laughing, though, which was a bit annoying since Mum and Dad were trying to sleep above us. We paused the Sky+ for ages to watch Frerard and Ryden videos on the internet, and then when we looked back at the TV it was paused on the freaky Dolmio dude. Some crazy, random group hugs happened, and we eventually went to sleep on the recliners. I woke up to everybody playing Final Fantasy 12.

The sleepover before that was amazing. We watched Sensitive Pornograph and Boku no Pico, and we still talk about that sleepover today. It’s probably because that night, I mentally scarred my friends for life. However, we’d previously watched Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series, so maybe that lessened the blow?

Pretty. Odd. by Panic at the Disco came out (lol, pun-like) in March. I’d previously really gotten into them and their music, although I didn’t fall in love with this album immediately. After a few more listens though, I realised its true genius and have been obsessed with unpicking it ever since.

It was mothers’ day at the beginning of March, and me and Jen made mum this little cardboard box filled with printed pictures of things that she likes. Jen also edited a cartoon so it looked like Mum sleeping and snoring with Dad looking woeful. We also got a heart-shaped photo frame with a picture of Pete Wentz and his dog, Hemingway, in it, but there was a photo of me and my sisters underneath it.

April

Let’s start positively; we went to our second ever Kill Hannah gig! They were supporting Aiden, along with Brigade and Serpico, and during the breaks between bands, I went to hang out with Greg and told him about an email my sister’s friend had accidentally sent him about a hamster. It was brilliant seeing them all again, and I sincerely believed it would be the last time I would see them (oh how wrong I was). Mat was lovely to me, and held my hand. I love him to bits. That day, we’d been wandering around in Nottingham and hoping to bump into a band member. Didn’t. But it was still fun.

(The day before that was the last episode of Torchwood for the year. L)

Gets worse. On the sixteenth (which, incidentally, is Mat Devine’s birthday), I attended my granddad’s funeral. He’d died previously of a brain aneurysm, due to stress. My great grandmother had also died rather recently, and the stress had been building since then. Don’t want to go into too much detail seeing as it’s pretty confusing and painful to think about. But the amazing thing was that the church was absolutely filled with people. Granddad organised this boxing club, and he was sort of a local celebrity. It really sunk in then just how important he was. Of course, there have been disputes about wills and money since then, but still... It was a beautiful service.

But guess what? On April thirtieth, I won two tickets to see Kill Hannah in Birmingham. That was absolutely amazing. I couldn’t believe that I, of all people, had won such a competition. They were amazing, playing rare songs and still hanging out to meet fans afterwards. I managed to grab Mat’s hand in the mosh pit, which was amazing. And just... Wow. We met Dan and Greg before the show as well, which was fantastic as well. Kill Hannah must be one of the best things ever to happen to me. But that happened on the first of May, so I’d better move on.

May

*still spazzing from Kill Hannah*

It was Mum’s birthday as well, and we made her the most amazing thing ever. This time, we really outdid ourselves; this was in the same league as the Pete Wentz farm animal card. Let me introduce to you Microsoft Sam.

Okay, so it’s just Travis McCoy from Gym Class Heroes, but this is gold. Seriously. He does personalised birthday messages, and covers all of your favourite songs, like Rest In Pieces by Saliva, Bring Me To Life by Evanescence, We’ve Got A Big Mess On Our Hands by The Academy Is..., Barbie Girl by Aqua, Shell of a Man and Everything by The Juliana Theory, and who knows what else...

Uhm.. got a huge new whirlpool bath, which I always put bubbles in, even though you’re not supposed to. It’s the funnest thing ever. :P

June

MORE KILL HANNAH ON THE TWELFTH! How mindblowingly amazing can you get? It was in Wrexham, and Mum took me, Jen, Briony, Zoe, Rhianna and Amy to see our favourite band. We were getting out of the car in front of The Chicago Rock Café (I had insisted we check the place out because Kill Hannah come from Chicago) when I suddenly shouted out “Mat!” and crossed the road. I’d seen him walking and not quite believed it, but he turned around and waved, beckoning me over. In their haste to follow me, my friends almost got ran over! But it was just so awesome to meet Mat before the show that it didn’t matter (I mean, they didn’t get hurt :P).

Mat was heading to the church, but he permanently borrowed Amy’s white eyeliner because he had run out, and I think we were squeezing while he was still in earshot! However, later, I managed to give Greg cookies and stuff, and they gig was sensational, and at the end there’s this amazing picture of all of us with Dan and it’s just spectacular. It really sums up the whole night.

I think that Jennifer went to France that month with the school, and that means I was speaking to Lee! Yes! That’s the first time we started talking! And we’re still friends now. You’re completely awesome.

July

On the twenty-third, we drove from Crewe to London to catch a plane from Heathrow to America! That holiday was just amazing, completely unforgettable and astounding. Those of you that read my holiday diary, you’ll know all about what I got up to. It truly was marvellous, and spanned into August as well.

August

The rest of the holiday in America and our final months of freedom before going back to school. It’s GCSE year, so everyone was apprehensive. Also did statistics coursework.

September

Back to school! I was in the same form as last year, which isn’t too bad. Slightly different timetables, but got into the new school year relatively easily.

Of course, we also went to see The Academy Is..., which was an amazing experience. They were amazing, and I was pleased to meet most of them. I did a journal entry on the concert at the time.

Mum was supposed to have been having an operation, but backed out because the previous patient’s operation had gone wrong. I’m really pleased; I thought the operation was a terrible idea.

October

I had work experience at Network Rail! I really really enjoyed myself as well, which has to be a good thing. I was working in an office environment, which I’ve been fond of ever since accompanying my dad to work when I was younger. I did some filing, listening in on telephone conversations, using the software to log calls and create user accounts, and a load of other technical jargon that some of you wouldn’t understand. Met friends for lunch most days, and really did have a blast. I was there for a week and brought everyone in some chocolate on my last day. I think I made a good impression and even asked about a summer job!

The day after work experience, I went to see Elliot Minor with Briony, Zoe, Louise and Rifu. I had a really good time, and managed to meet a few band members, but it didn’t quite compare to seeing Kill Hannah. I’d probably have enjoyed the concert more if I’d listened to the album more than once.

On a Tuesday morning in the Swiss Alps, while they were sleeping, Kill Hannah’s tour bus caught fire. Miraculously, everybody escaped unharmed… but the same could not be said of their possessions. They lost almost everything. All their clothes, shoes, personal effects, passports, mementoes from fans, iPods, you name it. Fortunately, Mat Devine did manage to save his laptop, so his new material is safe. Despite this disaster, Kill Hannah only needed to cancel two tour dates, and they were just so breath-taking when I saw them play in Stoke. It was their first gig after the fire, and they played with so much passion! Plus, Mat waved at me from onstage. I wrote about it here. As you can see, Kill Hannah are pretty much my whole life.

November

Jennifer got confirmed. Her middle name is Cecelia. I didn’t attend the service; I believe I stayed at home printing out a Gabilliam story for Briony. Hey! It was related to church-y stuff!

It was Abbie’s birthday as well. Can’t believe she’s eight. She seemed to have a good time, and got these Dalek pyjamas that say “Exterminate!” when pressed in the right place. It can be a little creepy. Oh, and before Abbie’s birthday was Briony’s birthday, which is the reason we went to Elliot Minor!

And of course, we all thought that Fall Out Boy’s Folie à Deux would be coming out on the fourth of November to coincide with the US Presidential Elections, but they called that off at the last minute. We also thought, thanks to William Beckett, that Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie might have been coming out on that day to speak out against proposition eight (but they didn’t). That would have completely made my year, but hey. They seriously don’t even need to come out, do they?

Also, me and Jen rewrote Kennedy by Kill Hannah so it was about a coroner. Hilarity ensued...

I wanna be a coroner
I wanna cut up dead bodies
I’ll slice them open
And I’ll find out the cause of their death
If I could be a coroner
If I could cut up dead bodies
I’d figure out their cause of death
Crystal meth, murder or maybe suicide
They die young

I’ll be brave tonight
Find out how they died
Slice them open right
With a scalpel knife
They’ve got soulless eyes
Got me hypnotized
It’s a good thing they're dead
Or else they’d cut me back

December

Wow, what a busy month! So, they’re running this Bentley programme at school (as in the car manufacturers) in which candidates get the opportunity to build their teamworking skills and presentation skills. So maybe I was swayed to apply because my favourite teacher would be involved in it a lot, but there’s no denying it’s a remarkable opportunity (and I bet the teacher wrote me an awesome reference). I had to interview for it as well, and I thought I’d done well, but everyone else seemed to have done well, too. So I wasn’t sure if I’d made it (because only a maximum of ten people could get on the course). But when I found out that I had in fact made it, my teacher said he was shocked I’d doubted it. So I have that to look forward to next year.

The eighth of December was our year anniversary of seeing and meeting Kill Hannah for the first time. Pretty amazing. :D

On the eleventh, I performed in the school gig night. Firstly, me and my friend Max sang Thnks Fr Th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy, which went reasonably well, but the backing track wasn’t amazing. Then, I sang Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance while my friend Ben played acoustic guitar. That was epic. I had such an awesome outfit as well: plum dress with black trousers and immensely high-heeled sandals.

Went to the pantomime the day before Christmas Eve and saw Jack and the Beanstalk. The villain serenaded me. The giant was creepy.

Recently, on DeviantArt, I’ve been talking to somebody who truly is an inspiration, someone who can relate so much to Victor Naiven of Vivisection, and it’s so inspiring to know that I can give someone hope. Thanks to this person, I have planned out some more of that story, and it’s my New Year’s Resolution to persevere and write.

I also found out this month that I’m having a meet and greet with Fall Out Boy the day after my sixteenth birthday, and a friend is taking me to see them the day before my birthday! It is going to be immense. I wrote about it here.Christmas was pretty awesome. I got my laptop, a case, slab of chocolate, mature vampire yaoi, Loveless volume eight, socks, iPod clock, DVDs, Guitar Hero World Tour... not that much because of the laptop, though. I’ll probably get even less for my birthday, because I’m getting a really expensive new phone, and really expensive Fall Out Boy tickets. I’d also LOVE some Bose earplugs, and have done for a while, but they cost a bomb. Jen wants Rock Band for her birthday, so she can play Fall Out Boy, The Cab and Panic at the Disco. That would be awesome.

I could elaborate further, but I’ve been working on this for five hours and my knuckles hurt. I’m gonna get RSI again. I sincerely hope that everyone reading this has had a good year and will flourish in this new one.

Enjoy!

Yup, that's what I've got! Next year, FOB are touring the UK around my birthday, and we wanted to go and see them in Manchester. Mum and Dad told us last night that they'd got us two tickets, and then informed us that they were meet and greet tickets in CARDIFF. Holy SHIT.

So yeah. It's official. The day after I turn sixteen, I am going to meet Fall Out Boy. In Cardiff, Wales. Which is where Torchwood is filmed! Just wow! I couldn't ask for a much better gift! I wonder who'll be supporting them... We'd probably get to meet them as well...

The gig is on 7th March 2009 in Cardiff. If by any (admittedly small) chance anyone else will be attending that concert, do let me know.

What the hell am I going to say to them or ask them? I'll be like, in my head, "Don't talk about Peterick, don't talk about Peterick-" then I'll say aloud, "So, I like Peterick." Everyone will be like: :| Okaaaaaay... I think I might mention proposition eight in California and how I respect that FOB donated money to a fund against it. Maybe I can name drop music editing software, or... I dunno. Still, I can't wait. :P

Even if you're not a Fall Out Boy fan, surely you can see that this is a big thing, seeing as they are MASSIVE. *flails* I'd pass out if Panic at the Disco were supporting them, squeal if it was The Academy Is... or Cobra Starship, and majorly spaz out if it were anyone else from FBR. If it was Kill Hannah, I'd probably just DIE, cos they, like, know me.

Will stop spazzing now. Just. WHOA!

Title: I Kissed A Boy
Author: killeleanor
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Gabilliam (Gabe Saporta/William Beckett)
POV:Gabe's
Summary: Based on the song I Kissed A Boy by Cobra Starship. Gabe's just graduated and his friends thought a nightclub would be a good way to celebrate. Having an awful time, Gabe is dragged to the dancefloor and sees someone who looks just as uncomfortable as him...
Disclaimer: This is slightly AU, and didn't happen. The facts don't add up! Also, I don't own Gabe or William.
Author Notes: The main reason I decided to post this was to show this to you guys. Went to see The Academy Is... last night and mentioned Gabilliam to William...

  I wrinkled my nose in disgust as I took another glance around the club. The atmosphere, appealing for some, made me want to gag: sex, sweat, probably even illegal drugs. The music was a remix of some Ashlee Simpson 'hit', the lighting was an epileptic's  nightmare and an aura of sex and heterosexuality dominated the entire place.

  Finally, the college year was over, and what better a way to celebrate than a night of clubbing with all of our group? That group consisted of the people I hung out with and their girlfriends, and this outing had been their idea, not mine.

  "C'mon, Gabey! It'll be fun! And maybe you can get laid for once!"

  I had frowned at this, but decided to go out with them anyway, not wanting to spoil the fun, if this could be described as fun. Okay, after a couple of shots this whole thing was becoming more bearable, but it didn't quite pass as fun for me.

  A selection of people decided to hit the dancefloor (although what they thought dancing was hardly matched my definition), grinding against each other, the same, politically accepted pattern: boyxgirl. Perhaps I was just being resentful for not having an official 'dance' partner, but majorities were really starting to annoy me. The majority of people in this club probably wanted to be here, probably enjoyed the music, and probably weren't sitting around sulking.

  "Gabe! Come and dance with us," a girlfriend said, smiling at me and extending a hand.

  I gave a pleading look saying, "No, I don't want to, I just want to sulk over here."

  She simply raised an eyebrow and grabbed my hand, dragging me onto the dancefloor to where a group of my friends were grinding against each other, some just swaying to the beat of the song that was playing.

  I felt so out of place just standing there, hating it and envying every couple, shamelessly rubbing it in that they had a love interest, crushing their mouths against each others' and groping. Could they have made me feel more inadequate and abnormal?

  I looked around quickly, trying desperately to spot an escape from this situation, definitely not expecting to see another person that seemed to share my situation, but there he was. Long brown hair framed an expressive face which currently appeared mildly distressed, and his body language - arms wrapped around his thin torso - made him come across as insecure. He was glancing at the couples that were attempting to merge themselves together, trying and failing to ignore them.

  Without really knowing what I was doing, I found myself walking over to him, almost sneaking up on him, and tapping him on the shoulder. He flinched in surprise and whirled around to see who had invaded his personal space. Before he could even say anything, I cupped my hand around his jaw and pulled our faces together for a kiss. He had no clue what was going on at first, gasping and stiffening, until he began to relax into the gesture, carefully uncoiling his arms from around himself and folding them around me instead. Taking this as a good sign, I held onto his hips - God, this was definitely a boy, right? - and pulled him closer, confirming that he was a guy. Wrapping my arms around him, my fingertips began tracing gentle patterns into his back, making him shiver just slightly, at the same time deepening the kiss. Don't get me wrong: I don't usually grab a random chump and plant one on him, but there was something special about this that I couldn't quite grasp.

  However, it became hard to continue when I felt eyes watching me, and had to pull away from the boy softly. Glancing to the side of me, I saw several of my friends' girlfriends (and some other females) staring at me and the boy with awe in their eyes, which seemed to be watering with joy. In embarrassment, the boy buried his head in my shoulder, still clinging onto me, and I kept a firm grip on him.

  "Do I perv on you when you make out with your boyfriends?" I asked threateningly, but with a hint of laughter behind my voice. "Huh?" I added with false anger, succeeding in making them turn away.

  Timidly, the boy pulled his head away from my shoulder and braved a look into my eyes. I smiled and pecked his lips.

  "What's your name?" I asked.

  "W-William," he stammered, the blush in his cheeks deepening.

  I think I just fell in love with him a little bit.

  "I'm Gabe," I replied. "Wanna get a drink?"

  "Sure!"

  Smiling at him, I found his hand and led him to the bar, buying him a drink and then taking him back to where we had been sitting.

  "So, I guess we sorta ploughed into it just then," I said, laughing gently.

  William nodded in agreement. "That means we missed the part where we exchange phone numbers, right?"

  "We'd better do that now then!"

  Okay, maybe this club wasn't so bad after all... The atmosphere was still pretty disgusting, but having met William made it that much more bearable, and knowing that it hadn't been just a one-time thing made it even better. Maybe kissing a random dude wasn't the best idea in the world, but at least for me it had worked out.