Am I the only one that thinks that we, that are lj!jailbait should have a comm dedicated to us and our jailbaity-ness?
D:

cause it'd be fun :3

x-x It feels soo weird being so young over here D':
and I feel awkward...
anyway!!!
I'm in love with cookleta.(david cook/david archuleta)
It's completely adorable.
Slowly becoming an otp.
Although Ryden is def #1 :P

My joncer is at 3,249 words currently.

THE LONGEST FUCKING THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN.
Omg.

>.<

I have to finish it before Friday.
AND I WILL.
I will finish it.

in other words...who can do 9 perfect push-ups?

I can't!
xD i epically failed the test.

AND ALL THE LOVE THAT People have showed other in failross, combined with my new favorite cookleta story are making my face threaten to split into two.
I'm srrsly fucking happy.
:D <-- My face right now ^^

AND I've learned that the world is full of michelle's.
right this second, i know/have seen about 5 more Michelle's than I did this morning.
and this morning i thought i knew alot of us...

Anyone out there who's good with custom css layout stuff and banners.
Please I need your help. BADLY.
I'm horrible at that stuff.
and I really want a different layout </3.
Plus I wanted to add a banner, and make the layout all decorative and shit.
T____T but I suck at that.
So....if I get lucky and someone who's good at that manages to read this.
Please? Help? I'll love you forever. and will become your slave!
>.< I'm pre-desperate.

I’m on a one-day vacation visiting my grandma' for her birthday.
:D Tomorrow is veteran’s day! woohooo! no school.
-___- As far as stories go, I’m editing and posting one of my christmas standalones that I have…
so I have to get beg Shawna to beta it…
aside from that, I should be working on something for joncer jumpstart.
I’m thinking of drawing some jonceryness picture.
and I have my spencerexia long-standalone/short ficlet… to work on.
Hopefully I’ll get this done.
I’m working on an original fiction story with my friend, Stephanie,steffi3f
It’s called Knights Of The Abyss
^_^ hopefully we finish it.
wer’re on chapter 2 as of right now..
and aside from that, I really should start writing the prologue for My phantom of the Opera co-write..
:D So, will see what happens this month.
10 DAYS TILL DISNEY.
WOOT!!!
<3 Can’t wait.
And I’ve decided not to do NaNoWriMo
T__T I feel really bad about it, but I’m soo stressed and trying to get everything else done and with midterms and everything else I can’t >.<
I also have major slash writing writer’s block.
It sucks. It sucks Gabe Saporta’s WHOOPS.
xD I didn’t mean to go there :P

I'm bored, this year's Halloween sucked and I've always wanted to make like a collage of their rooms for this video :D
so with my newfound screen cap knowledge, I saved all four :)

Since it's my journal, I don't have to put this under an lj-cut :P



I love all their wonderful alarm clocks :D

Uhm, I'm not sure if any of you invisible folks not-reading this know how to play piano?
Just in case my luck stops sucking and someone ends up reawding this and knows where I can get the sheet music for the song sleep by my chemical romance
I've only been able to find the intro but I want the whole song.
>.< If anyone can give me a link? or something  to the music cause I really want to learn how to play it.
If you've never heard the song (shame on you) but here is the piano version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnteuBvsuww&feature=related

-michelle :D

Okay.
So I keep being rejected by slashatthedisco.
All the time.
It's usually for weird reasons like the layout is wrong, or it's not in html.
*sighs*
But sometimes, It's rejected because of grammar.
I have no clue how, because I have my friend look over it, and I've re-read it about 8 times already.
*facepalm*
Which is why I need the help of someone.
Someone that has posted on SATD before, so they know the ropes and stuff, and that's pretty much it...
I just need you to help me fix whatever's wrong with it...
:/

Any takers?

Title: Everything We Had (Another Standalone/One-shot)
Author:  <lj user="mitchiemarie">[Unknown LJ tag]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden (obviously)
POV: 3rd.
Summary:  “Get off of me!” Ryan shrieked, pushing Brendon away. “I’m doing this for your own good, Ryan!” Brendon cried, “Why can’t you understand that?!”
Disclaimer:  I don't own. Don't Sue. Don't like it? Don't read. Hate-and Bullshit isn't tolerated in MY Journal
Beta: <lj user="Steffi3f">
Author Notes: I'v posted this already in discoattheslash. I'm just re-posting it here. :/ For who knows why...

Everything We Had (standalone)

“Get off of me!” Ryan shrieked, pushing Brendon away. “I’m doing this for your own good, Ryan!” Brendon cried, “Why can’t you understand that?!” Ryan tried to squirm away, but Brendon pinned both of Ryan’s hands in the air. “I’m not going to let you kill yourself like this, Ryan.” Brendon growled. “I’m not stupid, Brendon!” Ryan’s voice rang loud through the old apartment. “I’m not a little kid either!” Ryan sobbed, desperate.
“I just don’t understand why you can’t just leave me alone!”

“I can’t, Ryan! I just can’t!”

“I don’t understand why, Brendon.” Ryan whispers, his shoulders drooping.

“You want to know why, Ryan? Maybe it’s because I fucking love you too much to let you throw away your life!” Brendon shouts.

Those few words are all it takes to make Ryan break down. He slumps to the ground when Brendon lets go of him, and puts his head on his hands. That’s never a good sign when it comes to Ryan.

“Shush! Don’t worry, its okay, Ryan; everything’s going to be okay. I promise.” Brendon sighs and squats down to wrap his arms around Ryan’s slim, sobbing frame. Brendon looked around the apartment. Every time he spied a bottle, his heart sank further down. He counted about ten empty bottles. Just ten, he thought. “How much have you been drinking, Ryan?” Brendon sighed, looking defeated. “S’only been two bottless, Brenn.” Ryan purred.

“Two bottles, my ass.” Bren murmurs when he sees Ryan attempting to get up from the floor, but stumbling. Brendon just shakes his head and frowns when Ryan falls on his ass after two tries. “Come ‘ere, Brennybear.” Ryan giggles, bouncing up and down.

Brendon just sighs and rubs his face, but complies anyway. “I ‘ove you too, Brenn. I-I’m so g-glad that we met at t-that coffee shop years ago.” Ryan stutters, looking honest and almost sober. Sadly, the slurring gave him away, but Brendon smiles anyway.

“Why don’t we go sit down on the couch, Ryan?” Brendon asks gingerly grabbing Ryan’s hand, knowing how anything can set Ryan off when he’s drunk. “No! L-let meh go Brenn! I dun wanna sit!” Ryan swats away Brendon’s hand and stumbles toward an open bottle. “Stop, Ryan!” Brendon goes after Ryan and attempts to grab the bottle from Ryan’s hands, but ends up being thrown to the floor by Ryan, who proves to be stronger than he looks.

A shocked look passes over Brendon, but is quickly replaced by sadness. “I miss the old you, Ryan; I miss the old us. I just miss everything we had. You didn’t used to be like this.” Brendon whispers slowly.

“W-whadda’ya mean Brenn?” Ryan says sarcastically, anger flashing in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Ryan. I can’t do this anymore.” Brendon says, feeling his heart being crushed. He picks himself off of the floor, but Ryan stops him. He grabs Brendon’s wrists and laughs “You think you can get away with just leaving me here? I loved you and you’re leaving me? Just who do you think you are? No one leaves Ryan Ross. Without me, you’re nothing, Brendon! Nothing.” Ryan spits venomously. Never underestimate the great mood swings, Brendon thinks.

“Even so, those words aren’t Ryan’s words, they came from the alcohol. Not from Ryan.” Brendon whispers under his breath. Ryan just towers over him and smirks. “Well Brenn? Don’t you have anything to say to that?”

“Yes, in fact I do. “

“Oh, really? Carry on t-then ma’dearr.” He slurs manically.

“You want to hear what I thought of what you said? Fine, here it is: ‘That’s not true! You’re the one who fucked up our relationship! YOU! You and the love you have for the bottle! That bottle!’ Is that what you wanted to hear?! Is It?” Brendon screams, knocking the glass bottle from Ryan’s free hand, and listening to it shatter on the floor, into infinitely tiny glass shards, and spilling its contents everywhere.

“That bottle is and will always be your first love, not me Ryan. It will never be me.” And with that last statement he punches Ryan in the jaw and grabs his suitcase with a final glance at the boy he loved. The boy who, at the moment is curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth, sobbing uncontrollably, the boy who stole his heart and broke it. He almost chickens out and reaches for Ryan, but then he remembers everything that’s happened and instead exits the apartment one final time. “Goodbye Ryro, I’m sorry it had to end up this way.” Brendon sighs only shedding a single tear for him. It travels toward his mouth which is currently set in a deep frown. Before it can reach its destination, Brendon wipes it off. He reaches the sidewalk outside the building and hails a cab. Strangely, as soon as he gets inside the taxi, there’s a huge flash of lightening like a bullet, and the torrential downpour of cold, winter rain begins.

okay.
So if you're reading this....I LOVE YOU.
;D
now that that's out....Have you seen the Phantom of the Opera?
Don't you just love it?
Except for the ending part....*coughs*
Well.
Do you enjoy Ryden? Or even Gabilliam? Or Frerard?
Do you want to co-write an AU based on The phantom of the Opera.
with either of those pairings?
Cause that'd be awesome
^^
If you do, please,please,please!!!
Leave a comment to show that you're out there, and I'm not just posting this, so no one can read it. T-T
cause that'd be pretty faily
xD

Letters from soldiers during World War II (Well honey, what the war
did to my war did to my legs and to my tongue.)
pairing:Ryden
POV: 1st/Ryan's
Summary: During world war 2. AU, Ryan and Brendon meet. THE PROLOGUE
Disclaimer: I don't own, don't know. and i wasn't alive during this war.
AUTHOR: Mitchie
RATING: pg for now it will go up to pg-13 in the next few chapters

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Disclaimer: just in case anything happens i don't own the characters, don't know them , they can do what ever their little hearts desire,  this is a product of my wild imagination.

 

 

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