There was never more time
than when I was 23,
bold, brash and free.
I called out to any, to all…
you will never make me fall
as I pushed back
up from the pavement.
It is faster now, time.
Being no longer 23,
with a near carbon-copy me
I chase after and hold
for a moment, to keep
her from falling.
She will, I know.
Just as she tumbles head over heels in the grass, a summersault.
She will tumble a life.
Over and over, the days
I can salve and bandage her knee,
treat the sting of a bee,
turn her ear to my voice
singing on or off key.
She will stop crying,
only momentarily
before she will be
pushing off of 23.
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even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
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“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
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Speaking of those rising from the dead...
-A
Over the river and through the woods to granduncles house we go! This creature feature presentation contains satanists, puritans, vampires and a few really nice bonfires.
TWINS OF EVIL
Those puritans are more creepy than anything I've ever seen...
Thanks very much, Nightmare Moon!
Dashie!
Stay in the light and wear a disguise so she won't find you! Eternal night is hers!
Okie dokie.
Pinkie Pie
8:43, pardon my ignorance but I'm not sure if you're telling me or the anon who left the comment to grow up and try to be an adult. It's not very clear, or maybe it is clear and I'm just thick:/
I don't think of myself as being a traitor. Why would I? Because I refuse to fall in line and shun certain people? I am happy to speak to anyone who chooses to speak to me. I do not take sides. Okey dokey, that's out of the way.
Amyranth, how's things in your life petal? Not seen you about for a while. You’re from Canada right? Last week I spoke to a couple who emigrated to Canada a few years ago. I think they said Manitoba. They love it there and would never come back to live in Wales. They have 3 young sons and they feel there’s a lot more opportunities for them there.
Anyway I hope you’re well. Take care.
Ergo, guess what I had for my tea last night?
CHRISTMAS PUDDING! :)
I know it's only October but I was food shopping the other day and this tiny individual xmas pudding caught my eye. I shoved it in the back of the cupboard but it kept calling out to me! So I scoffed it with some custard last night. Delicious!
Good Morning
It's downright chilly this morning. Burr. But tonight it's really supposed to be cold (around 26)
Okay so I guess we're gonna just skip Autumn and go right into winter? I hope not. At least I feel like I'm finally getting over this nasty cold I've been dealing with for days.
Well, hope everyone has a great day. Take care.
Hi Amy. Good to see you. :)
Elena, do you really believe that Gerard is miserable with LynZ and that he needs someone like you (and your daughter) to "save" him?
Oh not again. How about YOU answer a question, 2:23 PM?
What celebrity makes YOU hot? Male or female.
What adult writes CUM?
2:41, James McAvoy makes me hot. Fassbender also. Would I write porn about them and put it on the internet? NO. ABSOLUTE NO. Because I am not an emotionally stunted child.
2:41, James McAvoy makes me hot. Fassbender also. Would I write porn about them and put it on the internet? NO. ABSOLUTE NO. Because I am not an emotionally stunted child.
There are tons of communities that post Charles/Eric (Professor X/Magneto for the uninitiated) slash, and I don't really see anything wrong with that -- those are characters. But I wouldn't want to read or write fic about the actors, especially not bad Mary Sue porn. I have too much respect for both Fassy and McAvoy for that.
Speaking of James McAvoy, did anyone ever run across any Mr. Tumnus fic? OMG, the squick factor in that was over the moon!
I've read some really decent Atonement fic, where Robbie and Cecilia actually get to have a night together before he goes off to war and it's usually very well done. But that's a pretty far cry from writing oneself into a fic where they steal James (the actor) away from Marie Duff (his wife) and bone him on his mother's couch.
*Anne-Marie Duff
I'm not a *fan* of fanfic about fictional characters, but I don't see anything wrong with it unless the original writer says that they don't want it out there. But real people? NO. JUST NO.
And the same goes for when an author writes themselves into stories. Why would anyone do that? I will never understand this.
good morning
hi Amy
hey welshie, the pudding sounds delicious1 They are evil things calling you all the time like that.
Hi elena, sounds chilly, hope you haven't missed autumn, it's cold here too, and raining, gone from 30C+ to wearing a jacket!
And the same goes for when an author writes themselves into stories. Why would anyone do that? I will never understand this.
No, me neither. I mean, I can understand having a fantasy that you play out in your head, where you might marry some actor or musician, but why would you put it out on the internet for other people to see? That's just gross.
I have an issue with demonizing a celeb's real-life wife/girlfriend/partner in fics too. For me, that's one of the worst things about RPF, whether it's Mary Sue or not.
It seems to be part f the wish fulfillment. But I believe in Elena's case she probably did/does believe that LynZ is bad for Gerard, hence her "saving" him in her porn stories, and you can see it in her behavior here on this very blog too. Mary Sues need to be more "special" than anyone else, and I can only imagine her reaction when this person she perceives to be Gerard started paying attention to her.
I don't see how anyone can watch a guy onstage, see him in a few videos and interviews, and maybe say, "Hi," to him at a show, and then think they know him enough to know what's best for him.
Fans don't know whether Gerard needs "saving" or not, and if he did, it would be up to those close to him to help him to save himself. Fans just buy the merch that gives him money.
I think you guys are harsh. Maybe Elena is trying to save herself and using her fantasies about Gerard to do it? Cut her some slack.
Fantasies are one thing. PUBLISHED fantasies, especially so poorly executed, are entirely another.
October 18, 2011 4:17 PM
Are you aware that your choice in words is framing someone else who predominantly posts at VV's? Is this your intention? All you are doing is causing more hate and spitefulness. No one will win in this war. Everyone loses.
I have no idea what you are talking about. I read at VV, and sometimes post there. So what? We talked about James McAvoy maybe one time, and not in conjunction with fanfic. Most of the people there like Tom Hardy and JGL, both of whom are talented actors, but not my particular cup of tea, although I do think they're attractive. James McAvoy is more to my taste. I also like Michael Fassbender, and he's kind of persona non grata over there.
Your paranoid delusions and insistence that you can see through the computer screen to discover posters' "secret identity" is kind of pathetic, and it's getting quite old. At any rate, you should get you Anon-dar checked out because it's faulty as hell.
*your
Back in 2006/2007 I would read MCR fanfics. Then I stumbled across Love Knows No Age. I showed it to my friend, and she was just as "wtf" as I was. FYI, we were both about 12 years old, (and now at 16, I still think the stories are creepy and too in depth.) Anywho, we nicknamed her AlexNoLife. My friend messaged her through the site and sent her an intentionally outrageous and funny message, which we still giggle about today. AlexSanDee...or "Elena", whatever you want to call her, emailed us back saying, dated Feb 2 2007, "Just wanted to thank you for your very entertaining note about my
story. Not sure why you think it is sick, or a disgrace to Gerard but
you are entitled to your opinion. Oh, and by the way I'm actually quite
glad you wouldn't spit in my direction cause THAT would be SICK. Have
a nice day!!!"
THEN, she got her friend to defend her by emailing us saying,
"Hey there Fire, my name is Reign I’m a good friend of AlexSanDee you may know her, she wrote this awesome story called Love Knows No Age, which you recently attempted to slam. Now we were both wondering, more I then her what pissed you off so much, coz not only did you shout a hell of a lot you had the audacity (which is another word for nerve, just in case you didn’t know) to say it was a disgrace. So I’m curious what was so distasteful about her story, was it the 500+ reviews that she’s gotten or maybe it was the amazing ratings that other readers have given her? So email me back because I’ dying to know what was so unpleasant about her story?
By the way just for future reference you should really proof read your emails before you send them so you don’t make spelling errors because it’s really hard to take your email seriously with grammar and punctuation mistakes in it- just a pointer for next time."
Lol.
It sounds like Elena's crazy defending anon has been around for a long time.
LMAO.
And if her fic was decent, it would have been on a community that people knew about. Ficwad? Jesus. That's even worse than Quizilla.
I'd also like to know where she came up with the 500+ review bit. Her individual chapters got maybe 4 or 5 reviews, which might add up to more than 500 (after all, she posted more than 127 chapters), but they were all the same ridiculous 12 year old "zOmG!!!1! tHiS iS lYk TeH bEsT fIc eVaRRRR!!11!" comments you find on bad!fic comms.
LMFAO.
When I was on mychemicalslash, the absolute worst thing you could do was to give people shit over criticizing your fic. In fact, concrit was encouraged, and if you threw a hissy because someone critiqued you, you risked being thrown out of the comm.
But of course, mychemicalslash had formatting and grammar rules. Elena's fic would never have made it onto that site.
In MOST fic communities the worst thing you can do is brush criticism aside. Especially if you suck.
I love how people are coming out now to say they've always known about Elena's ridiculous porn and have always found it, well, ridiculous. "LOVE KNOWS NO AGE" oh my good Lord! Seriously??
I also love how people who were twelve at the time could recognize that Elena's writing was seriously bad.
How do you spend your life in a book shop and not learn how to write at least a little?
Also hysterically funny how Elena got her friend to write emails to the 12 year olds who didn't find her porn any good.
WOW. Seriously. WTF?
Typical 12 year old behavior Erika Dawn. Did you expect to get away with sending hurtful messages to people who only being creative? You deserved a good spanking, but I am assuming your parents don't discipline you very much, am I right?
How do you spend your life in a book shop and not learn how to write at least a little?
This is my exact question, and one that I have been discussing with a friend of mine since Elena's "stories" have come to light.
We're actually beginning to doubt that she even owns a bookstore at all. She certainly doesn't seem to have read very much.
Most people I know who even just work at bookstores are conversant about books like Faulkner, Joyce, Fitzgerald, Thomas Hardy, Philip Roth, William Gibson, Cormac McCarthy, etc. They nearly jizz themselves when I go in to buy a book they like. I've never once witnessed Elena even discussing a book, other than Heart Shaped Box, which Gerard talked about once.
I seriously worry about that woman.
I believe she owns a book store, but that doesn't mean she has cracked a book. I guess some people just aren't any good at writing, but ffs you learn a little bit of technique (even just SPAG) by reading a lot.
When would she have time to read? She's too busy churning out more than 127 chapters of drivel about CUM.
That is seriously what I call quality entertainment.
This is just an excerpt from one of the "reviews" Elena's Love Has No Age received:
Well, where to begin? I guess "the beginning" is a good place to start.
In the first place, your story is replete with so many spelling and grammar errors that I scarely know where to start. To show what I mean, I'll pick apart just the first paragraph:
-"Monica tried to ignore the woman across the grocery isle that seemed to be staring at her." Groceries have aisles. An isle is an island. An aisle is a lane.
-"Maybe it was because she looked as tho she didn't fit in." It's spelled "though". "Tho" is used by idiots who can't spell.
-"She was after all from Kansas and honey she wasn't in Kansas anymore." That sentence is missing at least four commas.
-"She was in New Jersey. Kind of a culture shock for somone who thought anything over 20 people was a crowd." In writing, you do not use numbers, you type out the name--"twenty".
And Elena's response:
My,my we are so hateful. I'm not sure what on earth I ever did to deserve this but if it makes you feel in some way superior to tear other people down have at it. Here however is a news flash. I didn't ask for your opinion nor do I want it. Can't stop you from leaving it but I just thought you might like to know you are wasting your time. Isn't there anything you would rather do than leave long reviews that don't mean a thing? I get it you hate the story for all sorts of reasons. I accept that. Now we understand this and you feel all superior will you go away? Go find something you like and spend your time there? Leave me alone? Sorry I missed lots of commas but I really don't care.
Lol! Elena's response is missing at least ten commas!
I was fuckin horny as hell." Gerard said, "That's where you're going with this, right?"
"Well, yeah." Willow said trying to block out his thoughts, which had turned sexual. "I think what happened is this ghost came to you to uh, relieve your problem but then your guilt kicked in and she tried to help you with that. She tried to choke you as punishment because your guilt made you believe you should be punished.”
Gerard just stared at her.
"Shit." Alicia whispered. "That's fucked up."
"Yeah, it is." Gerard said slowly, "You're saying that I had sex with a ghost. That's not possible."
Willow tried to soften the realization for him. "And someone hearing your thoughts and seeing dead people isn't possible either but here I am."
"Fuck, I need a cigarette." Gerard muttered pulling the pack out of his pocket.
No one spoke for several minutes. Gerard sat back and took several deep drags.
Finally Mikey continued his story, "So after that night I would sneak into Gerard's room and sleep on the floor. I was afraid she's come back and hurt him."
That is beyond awful, and her response is what is hateful and ignorant. Poor butthurt tween wannabe author. Oh, wait, adult woman, right.
In Elena's defense, her writing did get somewhat better by the time she wrote the Willow (I See Dead People!) fic. Her grammar and spelling improved, and the pacing was better. Still, the Mary Sueness of it all is pretty bad, and I've seen much better fic written by 14-15 year olds I used to Beta.
I think if she were willing to accept some pointers and to use a beta (for content as well as SPAG), she could be halfway decent. She'd have to learn to create characters who aren't patterned after herself though.
Are people seriously still going on about this. You, children need to get over yourself.Go out and do something beside criticizing someone work. You don't like it alright but to blather on about it like this. Do you have some sort of OCD?
Either way you are sick. To stalk someone on the Internet in this matter, you are way sicker than some wish fulfillment porn fanfic.
"If you think this story is so bad it's funny, you are HATEFUL AND A STALKER!!!!!1111"
Lol, you act like there are only one or two anons here. I think maybe there are several. And I wasn't aware that making a few comments over a couple of days was stalking. If that's the case, what is spending years writing masturbation porn about a real person?
U mad, 10:17?
You going to tell us how "hateful" we are?
Is there a point to this endless bullying mocking slamming of Elena? Oh right because "it's a public forum and we can do it if we want to." Mm-hm. Does this mean that every time someone does something in public that I think is horrid I can make fun of them? Ridicule them?
What if that person was YOU? Or your MOTHER? Would you go along with me then? Would you mock yourself? Or say "Hey Mom you suck!" If I saw an old man picking his nose in public I wouldn't go tell him to stop. Even if I found it gross (which I do) I'm not going to tell him he sucks and then say tacky things about him to his face.
Better yet what if it were JGL doing what you saw as bad writing or even picking his nose? Tell me you'd call him out on it. Tell me.
Erika Dawn you're maybe 15. What makes you think you have anything important to contribute here? Who asked you to come here at all? Or any of you for that matter? Elena's been posting her fanfic for at least 4 years now. Why didn't you jump down her throat then? What's done is done.
Thought I'd let you in on some info: YOU CAN'T CONTROL PEOPLE OR WHAT THEY DO. You may think your continued written assault on Elena will make her quit writing. Guess what it's not up to you. It's her decision. If you want to "review" her stories do it on the forums. This is a blog.
I want the James McAvoy anon to write some fanfic for us and post it here. RPF please. You have 24 hours and we all get to critique it. GO!
Just for the punctuation anon I've done something in this comment that will piss you off for days. Can you tell me what it is? If you guess it right your prize will be even more uptightness than you already suffer. Maybe you'll even lose some sleep over it. G'nite!
I think it's pretty hateful to write someone's real life wife out of a story about them. I can't think of anything much more disrespectful than making Gerard divorced so your Mary Sue can get her mitts on him.
I've read several slash RPF stories, and none of their reviews were called creepy or anything else derogatory. Explain that.
Calm down or you're going to have an aneurysm, 10:25.
10:26, it's called "fanFIC". Ever heard of artistic license?
How many of the anons here love Lindsey and think she and Gerard love each other forever? How many of you want to invite them into your home and be ever so kind and sweet to them? Or at least civil?
The entire VV blog reeks of unbased hatred and scorn. For four years, those of you who came from there have done nothing but slam both of them--for nothing but being married to each other.
Hypocrites.
"
What if that person was YOU? Or your MOTHER? Would you go along with me then? Would you mock yourself? Or say "Hey Mom you suck!"
Fortunately my mother would never write terrible porn and post it on the internet for all to see. If she did, I'd tell her she sucked for doing that. I feel sorry for Elena's kids. You have a good point, some people CAN'T tell their mother that what they're doing is gross and horrid.
"
Better yet what if it were JGL doing what you saw as bad writing or even picking his nose? Tell me you'd call him out on it. Tell me. "
TELL ME! TELL ME DAMN YOU! OMFG TELL ME! If I had access to him I would certainly tell him to not do it in public. What kind of mouth-breathing loser goes around picking their nose all the time?
Oh, I might also point out that picking your nose is quite different from sitting down and writing hundreds of pages of porn about someone.
"Erika Dawn you're maybe 15. What makes you think you have anything important to contribute here?"
Ageism, nice! Because she's young she has nothing to contribute? Obviously she's brighter and a better writer than some 40-something mother of three! That should tell you something.
Who asked you to come here at all? Or any of you for that matter? Elena's been posting her fanfic for at least 4 years now. Why didn't you jump down her throat then? What's done is done.
"Thought I'd let you in on some info: YOU CAN'T CONTROL PEOPLE OR WHAT THEY DO."
Got it in one! Thanks. Good to know you're going to stop trying to make us quit laughing at Elena.
"I want the James McAvoy anon to write some fanfic for us and post it here. RPF please. You have 24 hours and we all get to critique it. GO! "
Absolutely not. I wouldn't do that to him. I wouldn't do it to anyone. Know why? Because I'm not a mouth-breathing creep typing with one hand.
Don't think so, 10:31. It's just difficult to communicate with people of your intellectual level without showing some emotion. :)
I've read several slash RPF stories, and none of their reviews were called creepy or anything else derogatory. Explain that.
Were you on ficwad? That could explain it. LOL.
No, seriously, I don't have a problem with RPF. I used to write for mychemicalslash myself. I do, however, recognize that there are some people who do have a problem with it. There's always the issue of how far can you go. For example, some people don't have a problem with Frerard, but they abhor Waycest. I don't like Waycest myself.
And then, there's Baycest. Anybody here know what that is? If you don't, well, let's just say it involves Bandit, and not in a good way. I haven't run across any of it, but I've heard about it on tumblr, and I think that's pretty damn disgusting.
Most people in fandom do have a problem with Mary Sue fic. If you don't believe me, all you have to do is google it and you'll find out.
Oh boi. I just wasted over 1/2 an hour of my life reading the continuing mean spirited comments here. Relentless. Absofuckinlutely relentless.
"I want the James McAvoy anon to write some fanfic for us and post it here. RPF please. You have 24 hours and we all get to critique it. GO! "
I'm not sure which James McAvoy anon you were talking to, but I certainly will not write RPF about him. I think I made it pretty clear in my comment that I don't agree with RPF. Maybe you should read a bit more closely.
There was no need to lose your temper, 4:17/7:16PM.
I didn't lose mine at you. I merely implyed on the fact that "squick" is used by only one person at VV's.
Your comment:
Anonymous said...
Speaking of James McAvoy, did anyone ever run across any Mr. Tumnus fic? OMG, the squick factor in that was over the moon!
I've read some really decent Atonement fic, where Robbie and Cecilia actually get to have a night together before he goes off to war and it's usually very well done. But that's a pretty far cry from writing oneself into a fic where they steal James (the actor) away from Marie Duff (his wife) and bone him on his mother's couch.
October 18, 2011 4:17 PM
"Squick." Go look at VV's for the other comment with it. I didn't accuse her of anything. I said you are framing someone. And given your reaction to my calm comment, you are making her look exceptionally guilty. I highly doubt she appreciates this.
IDGAF about RPS one way or another, I just know really bad writing when I see it, and I like to laugh at it.
LOL!
Look up squick on urban dictionary. That term has been around for years.
Not on the blogs.
Wait. I'll do the work for you.
Honestly, you need to go drink a cup of hot tea and calm the fuck down. Maybe take a Calgon bath or something. You're losing all sense of perspective here.
Different anon here, but please stop being stupid. Eveyrone knows what squick is.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=squick
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/squick
http://www.doubletongued.org/index.php/dictionary/squick/
squick v. to disturb, unsettle, make uneasy; to cause disgust or revulsion; to gross (someone) out; to freak (someone) out. Also noun, something which causes disgust, revulsion, or uneasiness, or the disgust, revulsion, or uneasiness itself. Also squick (someone) out. Subjects: English, Sex & Sexuality, Slang
http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2010/06/your_daily_squick.php
http://fanlore.org/wiki/Squick
ETCETERA
There are several anons here, on both sides of this argument. Why does either insist on implying there is only one person standing up for the other side?
There is so much more people could be spending their precious time on. This hate won't serve any of you in any way.
IDGAF about RPS one way or another, I just know really bad writing when I see it, and I like to laugh at it.
Mte.
10:35, good to see you have no respect for anyone. But, I knew that already.
Neither do you have feelings. Notice I didn't say your mother--or you--were writing fanfic. How about if she was cursing everyone she met, even if theyy didn't deserve it? Or telling horrible lies about you to everybody?
Nope, E.D. has no horse in this race. Does she write fanfic? AND she doesn't have enough experience with life to be cruel to anybody. Age doesn't matter; you're probably over 30, and YOU have no right to be ugly.
You never did guess the punctuation "offense" in my comment. I thought YOU would pick up on it immediately.
Who's the mouth-breathing creep you're talking about? Elena? Holy shit, that's low. And uncalled for. But you always hated any reference to sex, didn't you? And no, I'm not going to stop trying to get you to quit laughing at Elena. I'm trying--unsuccessfully, it seems--to get you to show some dignity and manners. Futile though it is.
I give up. You will never change, and will end up miserable, alone, and bitter. Typing with one hand.
I'm not "grammar anon" but I noticed your punctuation errors straight away, anon. I just wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of pointing them out.
Besides, you aren't writing a story. Blog comments don't have to be perfect.
Lol. Now we don't like sex because we object to Elena's bad Mary Sue.
You really are grasping, aren't you?
"Notice I didn't say your mother--or you--were writing fanfic. How about if she was cursing everyone she met, even if theyy didn't deserve it? Or telling horrible lies about you to everybody? "
Please show me who is "cursing everyone they met" or "telling horrible lies?" I must have missed that. And fortunately, my mother would not start doing that.
"Who's the mouth-breathing creep you're talking about? Elena? Holy shit, that's low. And uncalled for. But you always hated any reference to sex, didn't you? "
Sex is awesome. Even some porn is decent. But Elena writing about a real, actual person, hundreds upon hundreds of chapters of badly written porn about him, painting his wife to be the villain and then pretending to like her, writing HER DAUGHTER into the fic...... Yes, those are absolutely the actions of a mouth breathing creep with one hand occupied.
Gross.
Lol. Now we don't like sex because we object to Elena's bad Mary Sue.
I suppose Mikey and Gerard don't like sex either since they called fic written about them "vile".
Honestly, anon. You are a positive laugh riot.
"Lol. Now we don't like sex because we object to Elena's bad Mary Sue."
Hi OPJ! You used that argument way back when, after your "doing Frank with a strap on" fiasco.
Ummmmmm NO. I actually love sex. But the thought of some fat, yellow-toothed trailer-dweller cramming Frank Iero full of silicone and sweating all over him really turns me off, thanks.
I suppose Mikey and Gerard don't like sex either since they called fic written about them "vile".
This.
Oh wait! Didn't Kapunua use the term "laugh riot" at one point, back in 2007? You must be trying to FRAME HER!!!
*rolls eyes*
10:20/23 you are a stalker because you went looking for her work just so you could post it here in an attempt to embarrass Elena and shut the blog down.
If your true goal was to shine a light on bad fanfic, you already have site were you can do that. There was no reason to bring it here. Except for some petty hatred of a blog and the people on it.
Obviously the only people here who are mad, are the ones who have to spend a week ridiculing someone's writing. What are u mad because no one will pay attention to you unless you make an ass of yourself.
Actually, they said they didn't like Slash. There's a difference.
Elena's stories are not remotely Slash. The Way's didn't say a word about disliking the other kind of fic. ;) I believe they also said they appreciated the creativity of their fans writing. They just don't like having fictional sex -with each other. Elena hasn't written anything like that.
Erika Dawn said...
Oh my god, can I just say, I have been waiting for you all to find the ficwad stuff by McArmyWife/AlexSanDee! XDD
My bestfriend and I would laugh so hard at her stuff.
October 18, 2011 3:56 PM
This was at VVs. And they like to say they don't come over here too? PLEASE. Now it's obvious, she posted in both places.
Just who are you Erika Dawn? Where did you come from, come out all of a sudden, and how did you find this blog?
First of all, 10:20 and 10:23 are different anons.
Secondly, I (10:23) did not go looking for Elena's ~work~. I found it posted here.
"Elena's stories are not remotely Slash. The Way's didn't say a word about disliking the other kind of fic. ;) I believe they also said they appreciated the creativity of their fans writing. They just don't like having fictional sex -with each other. Elena hasn't written anything like that."
You're right. He probably loves all the fics where his wife is the bad guy, and some middle aged midwestern woman comes along and makes him CUM. Because his dead grandmother told her to.
Actually, they said they didn't like Slash. There's a difference.
Wrong. They said "fanfictions".
You might be thinking about a previous interview, but the one I'm talking about was very recent and up on NME's site.
10:59 it's not ok to write fanfic about a real person but calling a real person the names you just did is?
Oh, are you Gerard, 11:04? Are you cum-ing to lodge a complaint? You fiend! ;* We know you love it...
Act like a mouth breathing creep, get called a mouth breathing creep. Stop jerking yourself off in public and maybe people will have a different impression.
Act like a mouth breathing creep, get called a mouth breathing creep.
This.
From NME:
My Chemical Romance have branded fan fiction written about them 'vile'.
Speaking in the video interview which can be seen above, frontman Gerard Way and bassist Mikey Way admitted they had read some band fan fiction but they didn't like what they saw.
Asked if he'd ever read any, Mikey Way said: "I've only read one and it was vile. I vowed to never look at another again. They always tell a story but there always needs to be that eroticism."
(who are you talking too, 11:07? Elena isn't here.) ;)
(It's very unhealty to speak to people who are not actually there, just a heads up.)
Personally, I'm not from VVs, I have no problem with MCR. I just think that Elena's writing is awful, and she is a combination of creepy, sad and funny at the same time.
I imagine she was talking to the mouth-breather who is defending Elena's ~erotica~. Whoever you are (OPJ) I think you're a mouth-breather too. :D
Aww, thank you for copy/pasting that for us, 11:09. You're so sweet! You know they were just trying to save face tho, right? ;O Those boys are buncha dirty dirty guyliner fans like you would not believe! Holding hands, skipping! Secrets under the covvaz!
Who are you? Who am I? Who are any of us? Which side of the coin is more powerful? Do we or don't we control the coin toss through our own choices and will power?
Tonight's feature presentation includes Isolation, betrayal, adultery, dualism, lust, love, hate, revenge, bloomers, belly dancing and a big snake.
THE TWO FACES OF DR. JEKYLL
Sorry, but what's the meaning of someone being a mouth breather? Some people just breathe through their mouths?
Can you imagine the look on Gerard's face if someone gave him that "If you touch it, I will cum (sic)" fic to read?
Just like 11:05 the second said, RPF is inappropriate -but following a person around all over the internet, harassing them, insulting them, their family and their hobbies is so very much mature and thoughtful.
YOU MUST BE UHURA FROM STAR TREK!!! SHE USED THE TERM MOUTH-BREATHER!!!!
LMAO.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mouth_breathing
The term 'mouth breather' is used as an insult towards a person with a perceived lack of intelligence or someone with poor social skills. This term is widespread as a pejorative in America, but is rarely used in other parts of the world.
Nightmare Moon. You are a most welcome sight. :(
Isolation, betrayal, adultery, dualism, lust, love, hate, revenge, bloomers, belly dancing and a big snake.
Appro choice for tonight! ;)
Anonymous said...
First of all, 10:20 and 10:23 are different anons.
Secondly, I (10:23) did not go looking for Elena's ~work~. I found it posted here.
October 18, 2011 11:03 PM
You don't need to add the ly on the end of the word second. It is bad grammar. Adverbs Ending in -ly
Ok 10:23 you didn't go looking for Elena's writing. We can take the title stalker away from you.
You are a different anon from 10:20. It is hard to tell when all you do is repeat the same comments.
What about people with allergies? Don't they have to breathe through their mouths?
Are you hating on people afflicted with allergies now? Good lord.
Elena, since it's obvious that you're here. How does what the Ways have to say about fanfic affect how you feel about what you have written?
Pinkie Pie,
You are so crazy!
Hello Nightmare Moon. What Happened to Luna?
Rainbow Dash
The "ly" is not necessary, but it is perfectly correct grammar.
But wait... what are you doing correcting my grammar? Haven't you been defending Elena's bad grammar all this time? Or is this your first comment? It's hard to tell when all "you anons" keep repeating the same old shit.
Thank you, 11:16. :)
You're welcome, October 16, 2011 8:53 PM and October 18, 2011 4:06 AM. :)
Listen to Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash. ;)
Enjoy the movie. Good nightmares!
Are you hating on people afflicted with allergies now? Good lord.
That does it! I'm boycotting the next Star Trek film!
/sarcasm
Why is everyone suddenly trying to humiliate Elena?
Well, I'm not personally Elena. But I am fangirl of hers! I will say, as I have already -they are totally playin in that interview, 11:20. Didn't you see the way they winked at each other and nudged elbows? Filthy, kissin, dirty fanfic readin boys! For serious. For realz. Trust me, I'm in the know.
Oh, yeah, 11:25. You just keep on telling yourself that. Maybe one day Frank will leave Jamia for you too. ;)
Who said I wanted Frank? What a liar.
I'm totally writing fic for JAMIA! ;*
Not Ellen,
I don't think the Ways are saying all fanfic is vile. Just the ones that they have read. According to Mikey that was one. If I remember correctly it was a slash fic. I would have to say, that your argument in invaded. Mikey has admitted to reading only one fanfic and I doubt Gerard has read more than that either.
Well there you have it! The folks on this website have a direct line right into Gerard and Mikey's heads! They must be just like Willow!
Do you see dead people too?
Aw, thanks Nightmare Moon. And thanks too for the new spookies. Good nightmares to you too! :)
"Why is everyone suddenly trying to humiliate Elena?"
No one really has to. She humiliates herself.
"Mikey has admitted to reading only one fanfic and I doubt Gerard has read more than that either."
I'm sure if they only read Elena's hundreds of chapters of LOVE KNOWS NO AGE they would change their minds. They would both just CUM and realize the error of their words.
ANONS Y DO U HATE CUMMING
Was my argument invaded by aliens?
Oh My God. I'm laughing so hard right now. Seriously, you guys. Elena would be much better off if her friends would just stop trying to defend her. You're making this whole thing so much worse.
I've seen so many dead people, 11:28. They're always up my ass. Wanting me to pass on this or that to so and so, and tell blah di blah I love them, and the keys are in the coupon drawer! I never get any rest...
No 10:23 it is not good grammar to add the ly. Read the link. I was just pointing out that using grammar well isn't as easy as you want to make it out to be. Everyone makes mistakes. You should hold one person to a high standard that you can't even live up to.
Maybe we're having as much fun as you are, 11:30.
You're absolutely right, 11:29! I've been trying to mentally convey this to them, ya know. Sending out evil dirty fic vibes. They'll love it. You'll see...
"ANONS Y DO U HATE CUMMING"
Because I haven't "CUMMED" since I was 14. Coming, on the other hand...
11:30 i used spell check and didn't go back and make sure it used the correct word. It happens.
I did read the link. And I looked up secondly in the dictionary. It's perfectly acceptable grammar to use the word "secondly", otherwise the word would not exist. It's just not considered "necessary".
But I wouldn't expect you to understand something so complicated, especially since you don't even get that "cum" is not a proper word to use for orgasm.
I'm just.... Let's see. Bad writing, bad enough. RPF, bad enough. Mary Sue, THAT MUCH WORSE.
Writing about Gerard's dead grandmother booking them up so she could bone him... WORSE.
Putting her own daughter into the porno story?
I have no words.
*"Hooking" them up, not booking.
Eww... 11:33. If you're gonna go there, you might as well put more effort out and write a fic! Then we'll have much more fun with that information! ;D
Writers often clutter their text by tossing in a superfluous –ly, often because common parlance has superseded proper usage. That is, people’s speech—which by nature is more casual—takes hold in even the most formal writing.
Say you’re writing a letter, memo, or article with several elements, and you want to offer them in serial form. Begin the paragraphs (or sentences, for shorter elements) with “first,” “second,” and “last”—NOT “firstly,” “secondly,” and “lastly.
If your mind can comprehend, 11:32, here is another link that explains the firstly, secondly issue.
You'll see that both are considered correct. :)
You can be casual when you're talking on a blog, anon. When you're trying to write an actual story, you need to pay more attention.
Unless of course you are typing with one hand down your pants because Gerard Way's dead grandmother told you to.
Yes, poor GWay, 11:35. One person, out of the so many that write fanfic, writing about him and associated people. Must suck to be so adored.
I sure know I hate it! Kissing my feet, seeing no flaws, writing me to be a powerful, sexually demanding, rock star. Gosh, it sucks! (Actually, I can't wait for more!)
Over the years, some (but not all) style and usage books have recommended “first,” “second,” and so on for making enumerations, instead of the “ly” versions.
Other guides have argued that “secondly” and “thirdly” are the preferred forms for numbers two and three.
Why? Because if the writer’s (or speaker’s) second and third points are very far from number one, the reader (or listener) may need an “ly” ending as a reminder that another point is about to be made.
I'm not the cum anon. Using your argument cum is a proper word id it is in the dictionary.
cum
If you find such offense in the mention of Gerard's grandmother, why do you keep bringing her up, 11:40? Aren't you just continuing the inappropriate? That doesn't seem like a better choice. Leaving it alone finally, and letting the pasted bits of fiction get pushed off the page would probably be the best way to rise above.
It doesn't mean the same thing though. Cum is a latin word and has nothing to do with orgasm.
Id it?
LMAO.
But you can't be causal when writing a fanfic. You must use a formal writing style. Or is that only when you make a mistake that the rules don't apply.
Seminal fluid produced by male fish. Dirty. ;D
Cum and cum are kind of the same thing. You need one to get the other. Well... if you're lucky!
Noun 1. cumcum - the thick white fluid containing spermatozoa that is ejaculated by the male genital tract
come, ejaculate, semen, seminal fluid, seed
milt - seminal fluid produced by male fish
bodily fluid, body fluid, liquid body substance, humour, humor - the liquid parts of the body
sperm, sperm cell, spermatozoan, spermatozoon - the male reproductive cell; the male gamete; "a sperm is mostly a nucleus surrounded by little other cellular material"
Apparently on the site where Elena posted these fics, they don't have sticks up their asses about grammar. They seemed to like her work enough to keep it there for how many years now?
In the scope of things, Elena's pathetic masturbation fodder really doesn't mean a lot. As someone said earlier, there's a lot of second hand embarrassment associated with it, but obviously, there are people on this blog who are incapable of seeing how sad it is.
Some people have no shame.
Apparently on the site where Elena posted these fics, they don't have sticks up their asses about grammar. They seemed to like her work enough to keep it there for how many years now?
Are you serious?
You ever been to quizilla? I'm sorry, anon, but you are totally clueless.
Spelling and grammar only matter to these anons when they aren't the ones making the mistake. Let them make the mistake and it's only a blog or I'm not writing anything formal.
I have so much shame it's cummin outta every orifice of my body! You want some? I'm more than willing to share. :D
Cum is a latin word and has nothing to do with orgasm.
ROFL LMAO
The things kids who are trying to sound oh so mature and knowledgable say!
Oh shit, can you really tell, 11:52? But I changed my outfit! :(
Oh yeah. Elena only made one mistake.
*rolls eyes*
And your "secondly" thing was disproved. Or did you not understand the link I posted? And even copy/pasted for you?
11:50 some people just don't believe in bullying other people. I never said I liked or disliked Elena's writing. I said I was sick of you and the other anons going on about it.
The people on this blog are proving their ilk. I say we leave them to it.
They have no shame. They don't recognize the difference between a slang word that has its origins in XXX porn sites with the original word it was intended to replace (come), and they think they know what Mikey, Gerard, Frank and Ray think.
They're all fucking crazy. But then, I've known that for a while.
I said I was sick of you and the other anons going on about it.
As am I, 11:56. They don't seem to have an internal register that tells them when enough is enough.
Well, they've certainly eaten up a good sized portion of the comment allotment over it. Which probably won't be appreciated if Mayo waits so long again to come back.
You mean the one were it said there is some disagreement over the word. I understand it.
But I am going to have to go with the grammar police on this. You know the people you pretend to be when critiquing other peoples' work.
If you want to go with the easier rules of grammar when you make a mistake you should be as forgiving to others when they make one.
11:59 u mad?
You're an American, aren't you? Of course you would interpret the "easy" way to be the correct one. If you looked at my link, the actual original "English" way is "secondly".
Anyway, I'm done arguing with you. You don't really care about being correct; you just want to win the argument.
Of course we know what they think. (WE'RE MIND FUCKING THEM!) ;*
You goose.
And I'm a big fan of porn! OHHH, grrr love it... You wanna nip, cutie? They're free today.
And excuse you, but running around in your underwear, smearing peanut butter on strangers and singing the alphabet song -is totally not insane. It's fashionable sharing and art. Get with it! You're welcome to join us... ;O
Nope, I'm not mad. I'm laughing as I type. :D
They're all fucking crazy.
The usual response from you and your ilk.
They don't agree with everything I'm saying. They don't see things exactly the way I do. They point out my mistakes and pretentiousness. I'll call them all fucking crazy and leave for two minutes.
So typical.
Say what you want. Elena's fic sucks (figuratively as well as literally). ;) And nothing you people here say will change that.
Goodnight. Sleep well. :D
Aww shucks, 12:02. Mayo cummmmms all the time. ;)
Win, win, win! Win. Win? Windows! Winking! Wuzzle! Woooozy bahoozzy! Kakapalooozzie! Gumball muhtoozie?
You don't really care about being correct;
Says the pot to the kettle.
Oh stop trying to get her attention, 12:08 the first. Or she'll right a fic about you... (You tease!) We can so see it in your pants! ;O Rawr!
Right? Write! Wrong! Thong! Ohh LONG...
12:04, well if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black. what were you doing. Also not everything that comes from England is proper English or the proper use.
So get your big English head out of your ass. Because that accent of yours doesn't mean you are an authority on everything.
12:08, I am rubber and you are glue whatever you say bounces off me ans sticks to you.
I think you meant to say that.
Ohhh, rubber. You filthy, 12:15. You wanna play?? ;*
ans?
Sure thing what kind of rubber you into. Rubber sheets or just a rubber body suit? I will warn you thinks might get a bit messy.
Whoa Nelly! You in need of a horse tranquilizer.
And they call the people here fucking crazy?
Mayo
So how was your day? Mine was very, very good. Kinda a surprise really. But a welcome surprise all the same. And tonight was even better... steak dinner, watching Ghost Rider then Sons of Anarchy. Love that show. Yeah, it's sorta a soap opera with motorcycles and guns, but hey, Mr E and I love it.
Now it's time to sleep but I wanted to say goodnight to you first. Hope you had a good day too. Hope your evening was memorable.
Oh and Mayo....the spider ate the fly. Like I know he would, like I knew he could...and yeah, like we all knew he should.
Take care, dude.
Elena
" elena said...
Mayo
So how was your day? Mine was very, very good."
Why? Did you CUM a lot after talking to Gerard Way's dead grandmother?
Apparently on the site where Elena posted these fics, they don't have sticks up their asses about grammar.
No, they have Gerard's penis up their anus.
What's up your anus 12:56? Something is obviously jammed up there.
A stick.
No, it's a ghost pecker.
That would explain their constant constipated attitude.
A stick.
I think it's more like the whole bitter tree.
Forgiveness, forgiveness
Has never meant a thing to me
Seems like a bitter apple
At the root of a bitter tree
Thought you guys might enjoy this fic from Shadow Hive. This particular one is Slasher Slash. Oh and Waycest too. :)
What to do With the Dead
A few years ago me and my brother Gerard left New Jersey and came to England. It was Gerard's idea to come here, he figured it would be easier to get into music or something with his art here. Everyone back home tried to convince him that staying at home was best, maybe even moving to New York, but he wouldn't listen. So he packed up and left and I decided to go too. No one wanted him to go alone so I decided to go with him. After all New Jersey wasn't the safest of places, while England was much safer.
Over the course of our time here I came to realise something. I'd always known I was different, I had the feeling I was since childhood, but being here made me realise that I was gay. Of course I decided to make sure before I told anyone. I went online and read slash fanfiction and downloaded internet porn. Almost certain I was gay, I went to the nearest gay bar. The night led to my first gay experience: a rushed blow job in the toilets. I didn't know his name and he didn't know mine. All I remembered about him was he was some British emo kid with a blonde patch in his mostly black hair and an amazing-feeling snakebite.
After some thought I decided that I'd tell Gerard what I was. I figured he'd be all supportive-big brother. In fact, back home, there were rumours he was gay. Turns out we were all wrong.
"You're what?!" He yelled at me, his eyes bearing down on my seated form.
I whimpered and trembled slightly, gulping before I spoke. "I'm.. I'm gay Gee."
A growl escaped his lips and he shook his head. "You can't be fucking gay you're my little bro... you sick fuck! You've been watching me shower haven't you? You get off on me don't you? You disgusting pervert!" He was scaring me, something I never thought he could do. "I'll have to get you fixed... gods.."
"I don't want to be 'fixed' Gee. I'm gay, please, stop being like this..." I gazed at him as he paced the room, a look of angry concentration on his face.
"Stop it Mikey! Shut the fuck up!" He snapped angrily, stomping into the kitchen. He returned, seconds later, carving knife in hand. "Don't worry Mikey, I'll fix you myself." He approached me slowly, the knife glinting in the light. I didn't know what he planned to do, nor did I want to. I managed to stand up shakily, my entire body shivering. "Just stay there and I'll fix you."
But I didn't.
What To Do With the Dead, cont.
I stepped towards him and, as he tried to attack me with the knife, I grabbed his wrist before the knife hit me. Before I knew what had happened I'd twisted the knife around and plunged it into the base of his pale neck. The blood sprayed from he wound, coating my face and his shirt as he stumbled, collapsing to the floor. I backed away from him, as his blood spurted from the wound soaking into the carpet as well as his shirt. He was glaring at me, hate filling his eyes, his arms were flailing, trying to grab me. I circled his body and knew what I had to do. I knealt down and grabbed the handle of the knife and pushed it away from me, slashing through his throat. Once I'd started I couldn't stop, I kept on moving the blade until I'd sawn through his neck completely. His head seperated from his body and rolled across the floor slightly like a badly thrown bowling ball. Blood sprayed from his now still body, coating the carpet below.
It was only now that I realised what exactly had happened. I'd killed. I'd killed my brother. I murdered him. And, as I realised this, I also noted something else. The shakes I'd had were gone. But there was something more noticeable. I wasn't disgusted by what I'd done or by the sight and smell of my brother's corpse. In fact I was fully aroused by the sight, my hardness tenting in my pants. I reached down and undid the buttons of the shirt, pulling the material from his body, tossing it away. I gazed at his bare chest and lightly ran my hands over the rapidly cooling, still skin. I purred softly at the feeling, reaching down to unzip his fly. "I never thought of you before dear brother, but now you're cold and stained in blood... I want you." I pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, throwing them away when they reached his bare feet. I gazed at his crotch, really looking at it for the first time. His dick was soft, but looked smaller then mine was when flaccid, his large, low hanging balls hung between his legs, a forest of dark, curly pubic hairs covered the whole area. I unzipped my own flies, pulling out my hard, thick erection. I pushed my own pants down, kicking them away before moving between my dead brother's legs, pulling them apart eagerly. I then moved my arms under him, lifting him up onto the chair I'd vacated earlier and re-spread his legs, his tiny pucker revealed to me. I glanced over my shoulder to his head, making sure it was facing me before thrusting forward, pressing my head against the hole. I growled and thrust hard, pushing myself inside his tight asshole. I groaned his name in pleasure, tipping my head back. He felt so good around me, so insanely tight and warm yet cold at the same time. I pulled out slowly, then slammed back inside him, feeling his insides rip and tear around me, cooling blood coating my shaft. I gripped tightly onto his hips, digging my nails into his skin, knowing I was going to leave bruises. My eyes lidded in pleasure as I sped ever faster inside of him, feeling each thrust bring me closer to the edge. He felt so good around me, I knew I couldn't give this up. I growled his name, feeling his dead eyes on me as I arched my back and started shooting thick, sticky ropes of cum inside him. I fell on top of his cold body, my sweat making me slip beside him on the chair instead.
"You look... gorgeous..."
After a few minutes of panting and heavy breathing I stood, once again taking in the sight of my handiwork. After a few seconds, I turned and gazed at his head, giving it a dark smile. "But you could look better."
Cont.
Part 2: Gerard's Room
I hauled his body upstairs, then returned for his head. It was then I decided to rid myself of my bloodied tee, using one sleeve to wipe some of his blood from off my glasses before throwing it away. With his head tucked under one arm and the knife in the other hand I ascended the stairs, leaving another trail off blood from where his head once met his body as I did so. I entered his room, where I'd bought his body minutes before. Some might call it bare. It only had a bed, a closet and a set of drawers with assorted junk on it. He rarely spent any time here when he was alive, his instruments and computer were located in a seperate room where he spent most of his nights.
The body was sprawled over the floor, so I set his head between his legs and the knife beside him. I gazed over his form, mentally listing what I'd need to achieve what I desired and so I could check if we had them. I knew we had several of them at least. I knelt down and ran my fingers through his soft hair, planting light kisses where my fingers were stroking. "Don't worry big brother, I'll take good care of you."
I left his side, searching through the house of the various items I required. By the time I returned, about half an hour later, I found something I hadn't quite expected. His body had made a mess on the carpet, his body apparently had expelled the contents of his bowels while I was gone. Not only that but his chest was glistening and slightly golden, his flaccid dick clearly having sprayed piss all over himself. With a soft purr I placed what I'd bought with me on the bed, the smell arousing instead of disgusting me. "Big brother, stop trying to get me to fuck you! There'll be time enough when I'm done."
First, I picked up his head, deciding it would be the easiest to do first. I carried it to the bed, then sat, bring his hair up to my face and inhaling the scent of his piss soaked hair. After a few moments, I slowly turn his head in my hands, so where his neck used to join his body was facing me. Not only was it bloody, but there was some of his shit there too. Tentatively, I bought it closer to my mouth, swiping my tongue over the brown and red mess. Even though the blood had dried, I could still taste it's sweetness on my tongue. His shit tasted bitter and quite strange, but I knew I liked it. I soon licked the whole wound clean (lightly tonguing his wind pipe in the process) so could gaze at the inner workings of his neck. Three things were clear to me immediately: the wind pipe, esophagus and his spine cord. All three had given him life once. All had been severed by the blade he'd tried to use on me.
Cont.
I turned the head back around in my hands and placed it on the mount I'd bought in. It had been designed to have a deer head mounted on it's wooden frame, but since we didn't have one of those I'd make do with my brother's. I pulled his skin away from his neck and hefted up the nail gun I'd also dragged up with me. I nailed his skin to the wood in three places, then gazed at my work. It would do for now. I could look up how to treat his flesh to stay as pure as it was now and how to mount it more securely later.
I turned to his corpse, exchanging the nail gun for the blade as I stalked back to it. By now, his urine had dried on his pasty skin, making it shimmer slightly in the room's pale light. I returned to his side and sat down on my knees, digging the knife into his skin, just above his trail. Taking a deep breath I slide the knife through his skin and flesh, opening up his body as carefully as I could. It took awhile, but I soon had his chest cavity open and exposed for my curious eyes. Sadly, his ribs blocked any further actions, so I took it upon myself to remove them. Returned to the bed, coming back with a saw. It was only a regular handsaw, but I figured it would do the job. I was glad we had all these tools we'd never really needed before, they were coming in so useful. I removed about half of his ribs, the ones which blocked where my hands and knife needed to go, saving the rest to take from him later. I cast aside his bones, then gazed into the newly exposed areas of his body.
My knife quickly found his once beating heart.
I removed the soft organ with great care, serving it from each artery and vein which held it in place within his chest. I planted a soft kiss on the flesh, tasting his blood when I licked my lips afterward. I carried it to the bed, placing it alongside the head, then strode back to the body. I was impatient, my hard cock desperate to buried within him once more. I reached within him, moving his stomach aside as I grabbed his instestines and hacked through where they connected with his other organs. I tossed the long, bloodied piece of flesh at an empty area of the bed, watching it long enough to see it splat against a pillow before raising his legs in the air. His hole was slightly torn, with shit and blood surrounding it. I reached down with one hand, gathering up some of his shit and used it to coat my length, the soft substance mixing with my precum making me purr quietly. Moments later, unable to hold on any longer, I plunged my length deep within him. I groaned at the feeling, gripping onto his legs for support as I rammed into him. I lost all control of myself, my thrusts were quick, rough and erratic. If he were still alive he'd be screaming in pain and begging me to stop, his body would be writhing in a desperate attempt to escape my grasp. In my eyes I wasn't just screwing him. I was raping that hot thing that had sucked my cock, his piercings torn from his lips and blood coating his chin. It was one of my brother's musician friends, with his eyes torn out of his sockets and rolling around on the floor. It was some random boy I'd seen on the internet, his tongue pulled from his mouth, blood covering his pretty face. As my cock spasmed and shoot my load inside my brother I knew he'd only be the first person I'd tear apart.
I collapsed into his open chest, slowly starting to chew on the nearest piece of flesh to my mouth. I'd need a good meal in me before I could finish my decorations.
Amazing stuff, huh?
Here's the link if you want to read more. It's creepy and bloody and just right for Halloween.
I'm sure you guys will love it. :)
There's a lot more where that came from. This guy wrote tons of fic, nearly every pairing. There's every kind of kink you can imagine. Torture, mutilation, scat, and plain old bdsm. His grammar skills are awesome too.
What do you guys think?
Rob Zombie would be proud! In fact, he might be willing to pay good money to turn that into a movie. Whoever wrote it might want to send it to him.
goodnight Elena, sleep well
I've been shopping all day, bit of running about but I got everything I wanted.
Plus a friend of mine bought me back a little ceramic snail and some perfume from Paris, smells so pretty.
Now I need a nice cup of tea :]
Rob Zombie would be proud! In fact, he might be willing to pay good money to turn that into a movie. Whoever wrote it might want to send it to him.
I think so too. People used to give this guy so much grief back in the day, and I think they even tried to get him thrown off of the live journal community where he posted. But I think his work is amazing.
If Rob Zombie passes on the movie rights, I would try Wes Craven. He could go back to his The Last House on the Left horror porn roots. Either way, the author of those slick sick fics could become a star amongst his fellow debauchery loving creative masterminds!
i hear Tarantino is looking for few new scripts too.
I'm a huge Zombie fan, 2:22. He's such a Superbeast. He sings, writes, produces, directs, performs, burns.
He does it all. Do it, baby :)
Zombie fucking rocks!
Wait. Hasn't Hammer Films been resurrected? YES it has! I think that fanfic should be turned into a screenplay for the somewhat newly resurrected Hammer Films.
What do you guys think?
I think that guy will have you and me to thank for helping making him a star, 2:07. That's what I think. :)
Is that the same guy who wrote the story about adult Gerard adopting Frank as a young teen and keeping him chained to the bed to use as a sex slave? I remember he kept him catheterized and I think Ray was a doctor friend of Gerard's who Gerard let rape him from time to time? Daddy, I think that fic was called.
Or am I confusing him with someone else?
He is exactly what Zombie, Craven and Tarantino are looking for.
The names he uses will have to be changed for legal reasons, but his sick mind and his story telling abilities are exactly what is needed in horror porn today. I'm serious. If you are a friend of that guy, you need to send him here so I can get in touch with him.
You can reach him on his journal. There's a link.
Tell him to create a blogger and a tumblr account. No one who is anyone uses livejournal anymore.
Can he create such fantastical, demented works without visualizing real people? I'm extremely uncomfortable with his use of the real members of Panic and MCR.
He has so much talent. If only his works didn't involve real people. If only he had kept his erotic horror on a purely fictional level. Why couldn't he have done what Anne Rice and Jackie Collins did?
My advice to the author of those fanfics is to keep the fiction in your fantasies if you ever want to be anything more than a fanfiction writer.
Change the names. Don't use a recognizable band/brand name. Let real people inspire and motivate you but never let their real names bleed into your erotic, horror works.
I'll admit to not liking fanfic and for that reason I choose not to read the stuff. However I do think the anons are going too far with their comments towards Elena. She's been hounded enough now. Please stop. Thank you.
Ahem, ahem, I have an announcement to make.
I'm going to be an aunt! Auntie Welshie! sounds good eh? ok, ok I won't really be known as auntie Welshie, cos you know Welshie's not my real name like. You all knew that right? Silly me, course you did, course you did.
Gah, I'm so excited. I've seen a teeny weeny Welsh rugby shirt I wanna buy:)
It's a new chapter in me and my sisters' lives. So damn exciting! Just wish mam and dad were here to share the joy.
I know my grammar is bloody crap but I don't care see! I'm gonna be an aunt. I don't have a care in the world:)
Oh and I've just received my new dress through the post. It's bloody lush! Bloody lush I tell you. I'm gonna look fandabidozi in it:D
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