baby, I'm tied to a tree in a jungle of mystery

fanmix: My Lover Will Go (A Great & Terrible Beauty - Felicity/Pippa)

2010-02-19T05:22:33Z

The amount of fanmixes I need to post is something ridiculous. So if Libba Bray's amazing ladies aren't your cup of tea chances are there'll be something on the way you'll like.

If you haven't read Libba Bray's Gemma Doyle trilogy, you are seriously missing out. Get thee to a Barnes and Noblery. Ha.

a mix for Felicity & Pippa

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I used Melanie Laurent for Felicity and Xenia Lytneva & Zuzana Macasova for Pippa, thanks Google Image Search!

Comments are love on a sunshiney California day~!

fanmix: Drive Faster, Boy! (Kirk/Gaila)

2009-07-03T23:58:26Z

As you all know, I have a teensy tiny (read: ginormous) obsession with the new Star Trek which spawned into an obsession with the old Trek. So now I shall torture you with fanmixes. This one is pretty lulzy and made for the enjoyment of even you non-Trek people. I didn't take this one too seriously in the tradition that Jim Kirk doesn't take his relationships (except with Bones & Spock) too seriously. In conclusion, Chris Pine getting it on with green Orion girls is hot. Have a mix.

Drive Faster, Boy!
a mix for Jim & Gaila

warnings: language and sexual content. rated aarrrgh.

01. Bad Things - Jace Everett
i don't know what you've done to me/But I know this much is true/I wanna do bad things with you

02. Lace & Leather - Britney Spears
heels six inch makes a boy wanna bite his lip

03. Midnight Show - The Killers [this song spawned it all]
you got a real short skirt/I wanna look up look up look up yeah yeah/i took my baby's breath beneath the chandelier/of stars and atmosphere

04. My Love - Justin Timberlake
see what's the point in waiting anymore/cuz girl I've never been more sure

06. Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry
baby girl you want it all/to be a star you'll have to go down/take it off/no need to talk/you're crazy but I like the way you fuck me

06. Worked Up So Sexual - The Faint
smaller tits and younger limbs can cause a fit of rivalry

07. Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground
hangin' round downtown by myself/and i've had too much caffeine/and I was thinking 'bout myself/and there she was

08. Shake That Ass - Eminem
there she goes/shaking that ass on the floor/bumping and grinding it oh/the way she's grinding that pole/i think i'm losing control

09. Butterfly - Jason Mraz
and you make my slacks a little tight/you may unfasten them if you like/that's if you crash and spend the night

10. Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too - Say Anything
you're too young to be this empty girl/i'll prepare you for a sick dark world/know that you will be my downfall

11. Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chili Peppers

12. All Day Long I Dream About Sex - JC Chasez
i just want to feel alive/and do what it takes to satisfy you/hour after hour/all night long

13. Lolita - Elefant
kiss me like they do in movies

14. Butterfly - Crazytown
i'll make your legs shake/you make me go crazy

15. Foxy Lady - Jimi Hendrix
i wanna take you home/i won't do you no harm no/you got to be all mine

16. Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me - U2
of course you're not shy/you don't have to deny love

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Enjoy and comment! ♥

psa

2009-06-29T18:43:54Z

As of late, I've been a bit overwhelmed with the size of my friends list. I've been having trouble just keeping up, let alone commenting to other's posts. So I've done a small friends cut in the hopes that I will regain balance with my friends list. If you were cut, it was not meant as a personal attack against you. Simply, if your lj was abandoned, we have little in common, or we don't regularly contact each other, I took the liberty of removing you. Please do not take it personally. If you have any concerns, you can PM me.

And because this goes both ways, you can unfriend me at any time and I won't be offended (or most likely won't even notice). [Unless your name is Chan, because she's stuck with me for life, yo.] Anyway, no hard feelings, yes? Back to our regularly scheduled blogging. Happy monday. Live long and prosper, bitches.

mixtape! for Voldemort!

2009-02-20T22:59:04Z

Yes, it's here. I actually had this mix mapped out when I was in New York, dreaming of cheesecake and bagels, watching That 70s Show with the Aussies, and having the time of my life. Don't know how that spawned an angsty evil little mixtape for Voldy, but that's how my crazy brain works. ENJOY.

I'm really quite in love with this mix. It's very Voldemort. Tracks 8-11 are a nice little Voldemort/Bellatrix interlude for their twisted relationship.

>>>>>>DOWNLOAD HERE<<<<<<<

Let me know if the link dies, I'll gladly reupload it. And please feel free to leave comments, feedback, and love.

Happy Friday, everyone!

music: a birthday mix

2008-05-20T17:31:19Z

I suppose I could hold off on this, but I'm too excited to share. This mix is for my most favorite Aussie's birthday...several days early. YAY chanteur_dombre ! This mix neither fits on a cd or in the card I sent off last week, so, it's here. For everyone to love.

California, Here We Come
a mix of CA/summer-themed songs for a home away from home

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Holiday from Real | Jack’s Mannequin
Oh oh, California in the summer / Ah ah, and my hair is growing long / fuck yeah, we can live like this

Break It For My Broken Heart | No One Goes Home
Hola, So Cal, how are you? Do you have the time? / Cuz my watch says that I’m getting free

Californication | Red Hot Chili Peppers
And buy me a star on the Boulevard

Los Angeles | Sugarcult
This city’s killing me / I want everything / This city’s killing me / In the heat of Los Angeles

Race Cars & Goth Rock | Butch Walker
What can I say? I come from race cars and punk rock / And what can you do? You’re just California gridlock / My broken down Camaro / overheated but you’ll never know / you’re the one that caused this crash

Just A Ride | Jem
It's just a ride, it's just a ride / Don't be scared / Don't hide your eyes / It may feel so real inside / But don't forget it's just a ride

Please Please Please (Young Hollywood) | Head Automatica
Hollywood at night, hanging around / if this is a must than dying is a must right now

Hotel California | The Eagles
On a dark desert highway / cool wind in my hair / warm smell of colitas / rising up through the air

Curbside Prophet | Jason Mraz
Like a band of gypsies on the highway wild / I’m a one-man mission on the California skyline / Drive up the coast and I brag and I boast

Los Angeles, I’m Yours | The Decemberists
How I abhor this place / Its sweet and bitter taste / Has left me wretched, retching on all fours / Los Angeles, I'm yours

Hollywood Veins | Curtis Peoples
And you smile for the cameras / let the papers get their stories / all those truths will pour out of us / right through our Hollywood veins

Oceans | The Format
I hear you’re somewhere in the sand / and how I wish I was an ocean / maybe then, I’d get to see you again

Woe | Say Anything
I can’t laid in this town/without these pointy fucking shoes / my feet are so black and blue / and so are you / please take me out of my body / up through the palm trees to / smell California in sweet hypocrisy / floating my senses / surround my body / I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn

Hollywood Fix | The Pink Spiders
And I'm tired but not sleeping / Cause there's so much noise and binge drinking / But they all came back like we know they would / Gotta get your fix down in Hollywood

You Know That One Song | No One Goes Home
Tell me it’s my weakness / since I moved out here to the shore

The Passenger | Iggy Pop
I am the passenger and I ride and I ride / I ride through the city's backsides / I see the stars come out of the sky

No Peace Los Angeles | Mike Doughty
Coming down Wilshire Boulevard / bursting with light / radio / road sign / and you are more awake than is possible

California | Tyler Hilton
The bus was always stopping / and the trains move too slow / so I’m hitchhiking my way to the California coast / I’m leaving my woman / hell, I’m leaving all three / there’s more in California for me

Hollywood | Madonna
There’s something in the air in Hollywood / the sun is shining like you knew it would

Diary of a San Fernando Sexx Star | Butch Walker
She flies like a ballerina babe / strung up so high / everybody, have you seen her? / the side that no one knows / she shows on video

Ocean Avenue | Yellowcard
We would walk on the beach in our bare feet / we were both eighteen and it felt so right / sleeping all day/staying up all night

What I Got | Sublime
And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach / It all comes back to you you're gonna get what you deserve / Try and test that you're bound to get served

You Push the Buttons, I Play the Hits | No One Goes Home
Baby, tonight we are unstoppable / we are unstoppable/ I think you know It / Baby, tonight nothing’s impossible/ nothing’s impossible / I think you know it

Orange Sky | Alexi Murdoch
Yes I had a dream / I stood beneath an orange sky / With my brother standing by

Lights Out | Butch Walker
Hey man, what’s up? I just got back from L.A. and, uh, wow….

Tragic Kingdom | No Doubt
They pay homage to a king / Whose dreams are buried in their minds / His tears are frozen stiff / Icicles drip from his eyes

California | Phantom Planet
Duh.

Do you have the time? 'Cause my watch says that I'm getting free...

2006-08-28T04:53:42Z

Let's call this my Summer '06 Wrap Up. When school let out in May, I was sure that this summer was going to be one of those unforgettable, life-changing, time-of-your-life summers. Katie and I made lists of things we wanted to do and accomplish because lists are what we do. Well, I don't know what happened to my list, and I don't remember half the things that were on it. I know I didn't accomplish or do most of them, but I am not disappointed. The summer turned out to be nothing like I expected, but it was filled with laughs, tears, and amazing memories that made the summer still the best to date. Instead of doing things or going to far off places, I made new friends and got closer to the ones I love best. I know I might not have been as happy as I could have sometimes, but when I look back on the past three months, all I see are happy memories and good times. And those memories will be what gets me through this upcoming semester....along with all the new stories we'll create.

This one's for everyone who changed my life.

Did you really think I wouldn't do a big ass picspam after all that sap?? (most pics were taken by my dearest surfergirl17 because I have the crappy camera. I hope you don't mind I use these, love.

Early June: Swap Meet & No One Goes Home Bonfire (kickoff to the best summer of our lives)

Emily's 21st Birthday Extravaganza (aka: Rachel Get's Her Crunk On All Weekend Long)

lessthanstout turns 20. Sushi, Sake, SAPPORO! and Breaking All The Rules

(maybe there should have been pics of the birthday boy? *shrugs*)

SAPPORO!

Katie & I Rewrite Memories For Bad Clothes (aka Sleeping In The Park)

Late June: Beach House Family Vacation

July: Independence Day (aka Rachel Tries Sobriety)

(America's excuse for pyromania!)

The Muse/San Francisco Roadtrip ~~from hell~~ of AMAZING trials and tribulations. (Possibly the BEST and WORST moment of summer) Wrapped Up by 3 very self-explanatory pictures...

August: When There's Nothing Else To Do... Snuggle!

Countless NOGH Shows (aka: Family Time)

Mmmmm... *happy face*

So...me + a pretty darn good summer =

:)

not happy

2006-08-14T05:07:52Z

This is me trying to be very serious. Please please, if you know me well and are a good friend... please take a look at this site--->Here and read about it. And then please talk to me and tell me what you think about it. It's important.

And I know, I really don't want any of this. You all have heard about my depserate misgivings of having to talk to any professional. But once again, I've had another intervention with the mother beast and I don't think I'll be able to escape this time. So, please do this for me.

I survived the Muse Roadtrip of '06 and all i got was...

2006-07-20T23:47:23Z

Is it still too early to joke about it? Because I'd really like to joke about it. It turned out to be such a comical few days...despite the severity of it all.

If horoscopes were true, our should have read like this:

A Pisces, a Sagittarius, a Gemini, and a Scorpio are a dangerously fun combination today. Everything that can go wrong today, will go wrong. You will suffer many hardships and experience great losses throughout the duration of the day, but have no fear...there is light at the end of this dark tunnel. It'll be totally worth it in the end and there'll be amazing music to boot. P.S. To avoid some tribulations, don't get off the freeway at Bakersfield to get gas.

Well, I don't even know how to begin without busting into great big belly laughs. We will all look back on this trip and laugh long and hard. Because really? We are lunatics and slaves to music.

It went something like this... but it'll never be the same as actually being with the three of them.

3:30 AM - Get picked up by Craig, Katie, and Nick... on our way to San Francisco at the buttcrack of dawn. YAY good music! YAY road trip! YAY for being wide awake at 3AM!

5:40AM - The sun is starting to rise in Bakersfield (which henceforth shall be known as BakersHELL aka the asscrack of California aka Don't-Ever-EVER-Go-There) and Craig decides to pull off for gas. AFI, while not a personal favorite, is beautiful sunrise music.

5:45 (and thirty seconds)AM - Craig decides that $3.60 is way too expensive for gas so we'll just U-Turn on this completely empty highway to get back on the freeway.
Aaaaaaand that's when some lady comes out of nowhere from behind us and plows right into Craig.

Really, he should not be alive right now. And my heart stopped for about two whole seconds when I saw his window completely blown out and I thought oh my god we just killed Craig Broombaugh. But then he started making noises...which was more frightening, but he was alive. I don't really want to think about it other than, we're all ok. With all of our ouchies and aches and pains aside... we could put all our useful body parts together and have about one fully functional person.

6-7AM - A billion police, firemen, paramedics, tow trucks, and jaws of life later, we're are now stranded in an IHOP. With absolutely no way of getting anywhere. We eat pancakes and french toast half-heartedly feeling dazed and sorely defeated because after all... the sun has just risen and now there will be no Muse. But then, the group decides... fuck this shit... let's keep going. Let's go to San Francisco. MUSE!! If we leave here by 4PM, we'll get there in time. We have plently of time... this will totally be perfect.... oh if only we knew.

Then Katie and Craig spend the next three hours on the phone with all the Enterprise Rental Car offices in middle California to try and get them to pick us up. But nooooooo... we finally have to take a $50, 20 minute taxi-cab ride to the rental car place. And I'm already running out of Advil.

12PM - Katie's credit card gets declined at the rental car place. Do any of us have other monies? Um...no. So for another three hours we are stalled and getting crankier by the minute. We wait while our savior, Katie's mom, does everything in her power to make things work for us... including hotel room in San Fran (yay!). Craig sleeps, Nick smokes, I pee, Katie twitches. But for the most part, everyone is relatively good.

3ishPM - We finally have a SUVan and we go to the tow yard to clean out Katie's car. The reality of the situation really hits right about then. And at that point I really want to throw up from all the fatalistic thinking I've been doing. But nobody knows this of course. Chocolate chip cookies save lives all around. I saw a silent funeral for the Midget Mobile because she has given me more happy memories than she knows. You beep, lil Midgey, you just keep on!

Finally at long last we are on the road to San Francisco.

9:30PM - Muse fucking blows my brain to shit. Craig warned me about this... and I still wasn't prepared. Holy shit. I've never been so happy to have whiplash in my life. I'm putting it up there with U2 and No Doubt... they were more amazing than I ever could have imagined. I could go into horrible little details about every song, but I won't bore you with it. Just... oh my god. If they ever come to your town, please... feel free to total your car in order to get there.

The rest of the night and the next day is a blur of extreme pain, sleep, cheez-its, music, and endless plains (with cows at no extra charge). I feel closer to Craig than ever before. I even let him look into the depths of my iPod playlists... which you know, I don't let most people do. I mean, the boy's guilty pleasure band is Maroon 5! You've got to be willing to give a little of yourself before you learn things like that. The trip was amazing... despite the fact that everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. I didn't regret a thing. I hope that the other three had as much of a brilliant time as I did. And I hope that this trip will help people treasure what they've got just a little bit more. I know I am thankful that I have three perfect friends that I am more grateful to have than ever before... but especially my Schmoopy. That was a little dose of reality for me. Life is short and fragile and it can be over with a tweak of the steering wheel. I've got to be more grateful for what I have on a daily basis rather than bitching about what I don't and won't ever have.

Oh look, I've gone preachy again.

PICTURES! In which there is not much of anything... I was just too exhausted to be picture-y. Katie has some more... which will be up in due time... but for now, this is it:

Ouchie.

See what I mean about Craig? Good thing we know he's going to die on stage...by spontaneous combustion.

View from the hotel... pretty much a naked fat man serenading us and welcoming us to the gayest town on earth. Which reminds me... Nick and Craig, being the sexy bitches that they are, attracted more stares from the males in line than anything else. Which made me really happy in a perverse way.

And really? Nothing sums this trip up better than a sleepy Craig. Ah, pants.

In conclusion... we're all safe, we'll just have some battle scars to tell amazing stories with. Muse was totally worth it. The roadtrip was totally worth it. Everything was totally worth it. I couldn't be more content with life.

Katie, Craig, Nick -- You mean the world to me. And if you think I'm lying, I'm going to punch you in the nutsack.

:)

Nothing to do with the roadtrip, but...
Download this: Rufus Wainwright - Across the Universe

so go ahead and sip on your little energy drink even though it tastes like shit

2006-03-26T02:15:23Z

1. I haven't much to say other than margaritas can and will taste horrible if they are not made by good-looking blokes named Chadwin.

2. But the chips will always take the cake.

3. I own surfergirl17 and she owns me.

4. No One Goes Home should be a part of your life. Seriously, you won't regret it.

music spam (what to do when you're insanely bored)

2006-01-15T00:50:55Z

Most of these I uploaded for my dear surfergirl17, but all are welcome to plunder the booty. Just click the link and download!

Rob Thomas
Lonely No More
This is How a Heart Breaks

The Smiths
The Singles (full CD in a zip file)

The Decemberists
Picaresque (full CD in a zip file, including the beloved 8 minute polka song about a whale!)

AAAAAAnd.... a special treat for all you losers. If you don't download any of these songs, do me a favor and just download this. You will not regret it. They are amazing.

No One Goes Home (the best band to come from Detroit EVER!)
11 On the Awesome Scale

MEME

2005-12-16T19:13:24Z

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions. Any 3, no matter how personal, dirty, private, or random. I have to answer them honestly. In turn, you have to post this message in your own journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked to you.

something WORTH posting

2005-09-17T00:49:24Z

This totally makes up for the Crappiest Week Ever.

So I get home from my morning class, prepared to crack down and get some homework done before work, but my mom comes rushing outside before I can even get in the door. She tells me that she's taking me to Hollywood right now because Johnny Depp is going to be putting his hands and feet in cement for Graumann's Chinese Theater in an hour. Keep in mind, I live about an hour from Hollywood... so I wasn't getting my hopes up. But meh, an attempt to breathe the same air as Mr. Depp sure beats doing my Women's Studies homework.

We FLY to Hollywood in forty five minutes. We were across the street from the theater, packed like a can of sardines with thousands of people. It was ridiculous. I couldn't see anything, just shoved my camera in the air and hoped for the best. Not to mention the BUSES that kept stopping in front of us.

But, I'm babbling, and you're only here to see the DEPP, soooo...

Dumbest sign ever. "LIVE IN PERSON!" what else would "Johnny Depp Hand & Footprint Ceremony" mean? Johnny Depp via satellite?! Stupid people.

Sadly, my zoom sucks ass... but have no fear.

Look at the shiny Depp with his cream suit!

And then he left. And it was tragic. And then some of the crowd started to leave. And then BAM! Sweet Lord, Johnny Depp is coming across the fucking street!! Honestly, that man shoud be a model for all celebrities. He dared cross that crazy street to come see his real fans. I love him.

And then...he was right there.

I could see his gold pirate teeth. I could see his gorgeous hands. I could see each individual freaking hair on his face. In a moment of fangirlish despair, I cried out, "Johnny Depp, you are my HERO!" Only for Johnny, I tell you!

Bruised, battered, molested, but ultimately PSYCHED, I managed to get to work in one piece. But not before I made a fool of myself...again.

I can die happy.

whensheflies @ 2005-07-25T10:07:00

2005-07-25T17:08:35Z

The world is a happy place when you can buy Matt Maher's music on iTunes.

whensheflies @ 2005-07-15T14:57:00

2005-07-15T22:04:47Z

I was inspired by Jaida. These are in no way as hot as hers. Everyone go look at her.

yes, i sometimes moonlight as a Death Eater.

this was the fresh haircut. too bad i will never be able to get it that straight.

there is no explanation for that, other than my cousin is insane.

4th of July sidewalk art

I want HBP now. But I'm scared.

R/S

2005-06-01T19:00:04Z

I'm putting together another Remus/Sirius soundtrack and I just wanted to know if any of you have any perfect puppy songs that you'd want included? I've got quite a few spots left on the cd and I'm fresh out of R/S songs.

HELP!

art? the dark side of Mr. Potter

2005-04-17T22:24:27Z

I suppose this post belongs in lost_in_azkaban (my fic/icon/artsy journal), but I want it to have a bit more exposure, so I am posting it here.

Here's how the little story goes: There is this kid at my work who likes to write stories (how like me!) and he's into all the fantasy stuff as well. He was bored one day and I told him to write a Harry Potter story and off he went. Comes back the next day and lets me read what he has... utter angst genius! From a little kid! Some of the stuff he came up with is better than my plot bunnies! We titled it "Harry Potter, Wizard Assassin" because of course, Harry turns evil and becomes Voldemort's personal hitman. (dude, you have no idea!) He's still not finished with it, but I told him that I wanted to illustrate a few pages just for the heck of it.

And promptly began an obsession.

Behind the cut, is the "cover" for his story...been working on it for about a week... from sketch to final cover.

peek:

original sketch --->

Next, colored in Photoshop (because there was no way I was going to touch the sketch. I'd kill it!)

And because it still wasn't wanted, I tweaked some things and played around in Photoshop to get the mood I was looking for...

My first official fanart! (and don't expect more for a looooong looooooong time).

hot picspam of sexy men!

2005-01-28T05:17:12Z

I have nothing to say. Therefore, I googled every single sexy man that I have been ~~licking~~ liking lately. And you, my dear f-list, get to reap the benefits: 26 of God's best creations. Did I miss anyone?

-Moony

**dial-up BEWARE!**

Exhibit A: Hayden Christensen

Exhibit B: Viggo Mortensen

Exhibit C: The Deppster

Exhibit D: Orlando Bloom

Exhibit E: Paul Walker

Exhibit F: Elijah Wood (beautiful blue eyes, says Dom Monaghan)

Exhibit G: Sean Biggerstaff AND Tom Felton

Exhibit H: David Anders (aka SARK...alias)\

Exhibit I: Michael Vartan

Exhibit J: Brandon Boyd of Incubus

Exhibit K: Colin Farrell

Exhibit L: Adrien Brody

Exhibit M: Tyler Hilton

Exhibit N: Curtis Peoples

Exhibit O: Josh Holloway (SAWYEROMGLOST!)

Exhibit P: Ian Somerhalder (BOONEOMGLOST!)

Exhibit Q: John Mayer (with eyeliner)

Exhibit R: Peter Cincotti, jazz extraordinare

Exhibit S: Jude Law

***And now for the Aged Adonises (yes, I suppose Johnny and Viggo belong in this section...but oh well)***

Exhibit T: Gary Oldman (aka Sirius)

Exhibit U: David Thewlis (aka Lupin)

Exhibit V: Jason Isaacs (who always looks better in character)

Exhibit W: Alan Rickman (aka Snapeypoo!)

Exhibit X: Sean Bean (aka Boromir)

Exhibit Y: last but not least, Colin Firth

Pervy Adventures of Tyler and Curtis update

2004-11-06T05:04:00Z

My mother has once again fed my slashy little mind... if she doesn't like me writing slash, then why does she show me ambiguous pictures of Tyler and Curtis that just beg to be written about??? *sigh* Enjoy. (And once again, very influenced by shoebox)

The Pervy Adventures of Tyler Hilton and Curtis Peoples. Part Five: Dreams.

Tyler feels relaxed. It’s the exhausted type of relaxation that only comes after a good tumble in the sheets. His limbs feel heavy; his whole body like a pleasant bowl of Jell-O.

Mmm food, Tyler thinks with a groggy groan, I could do with a burger.

He feels Savannah shift against him, draping an arm around his chest. Her body is soft, warm, and undeniably naked.

Tyler covers his face with a hand and rubs violently. What has he gotten himself into? For a fleeting moment he thinks of Curtis, but then Savannah makes a little whimpering sound in her sleep and Tyler returns his attention to her. He likes Savannah. Likes her a lot. He doesn’t see why he’s overanalyzing everything.

It’s just a phase, he tells himself. Savannah’s sweet and everything he would want in a girl. So, Tyler thinks, why can’t I stop thinking about what Curtis is doing right now? Is he having fun without me? Is he lonely?

Savannah stirs and lifts her blonde head. "Good morning, sugar. Did you have a good sleep?" she asks him.

It’s something about her. Maybe the pout of her lips. Maybe the curve of her eyelashes. Something about her causes Tyler to lose all his senses.

"I had a great sleep, thanks to you." He says.

Savannah grins and lowers her lips to his chest. Tyler lets out a little groan. What was he thinking about again?

~~~~~~~~~

The ceiling fan turns for the 395^th. 396. 397. 398. 399. 400. Curtis counts the revolutions mindlessly. His hands are resting behind his head. He can barely make out the incessant spinning of the fan in the darkness of his bedroom. 415. 416. 417.

Curtis wonders what Tyler is doing at this very moment. Probably sleeping or eating. Probably having the time of his life without me, Curtis thinks moodily.

Curtis cannot get Tyler’s last letter out of his mind. I don’t know about visiting. Managers say something about time and funding constraints. It’s a load of bull, I’m sure, but they are the ones in charge. I’ve got a show in a few minutes, but I promise a longer letter soon. It was odd. Curtis doesn’t know what to make of the four lines. He hopes that time and funding constraints are the only reason for not letting him come visit. Was Tyler keeping something from him and using the record label as a cop out?

No, Curtis shakes his head, Tyler would never lie to me. We’ve been friends forever. He’s just busy now.

These thoughts do not ease Curtis’ anxiety. 467. 468. 469. He misses Tyler. He hasn’t been away from him for this long since the seventh grade when he got pneumonia and was out of school for two months. Even then, Tyler had visited him in the hospital. Tyler had brought him chocolate and old issues of Playboy.

502. 503. 504. 505. I am going to go insane, Curtis thinks. He slams his eyes shut and wills himself to sleep. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the way one looks at it), Curtis dreams of Tyler.

"Hey Curtis! Listen to this! I made it up all by myself." Tyler strums his guitar. The melody, in all honesty, is crap, but Curtis would never tell Tyler this. He’s still learning. Soon, he’ll be a rock god in his own right.

"That’s really good." Says Curtis.

They are surrounded by giant brown teddy bears. The teddy bears have bloody fangs and eyes like some unnamed evil. They are Evil Bears. Curtis is not afraid because Tyler is there with him.

If there is one thing that Tyler can do, it’s shoot the bejesus out of gargantuan vampire teddy bears.

"Bang bang!" Tyler says, using his hands as guns.

Curtis follows suit. After all, the teddy bears are dying.

"I think we got them all. You saved my life, Ty." Curtis says, slightly winded.

Tyler reaches out and touches Curtis’ cheek. Curtis feels Tyler’s thumb brush across his jaw. He sees Tyler bite his bottom lip (he does this when he is thinking, pondering, wondering about making a decision). Curtis wants to tell Tyler to get on with it already, but—

Curtis has his hands around Tyler’s throat. He’s going to kill him. He’s going to kill Tyler Hilton, once and for all. Now Curtis can be the rockstar. Now Curtis can be the one in charge. Now Curtis can have girls chasing after him like how dogs beg for treats.

All he has to do is squeeze. It will all be over.

Tyler is struggling against him, but Curtis has all the power. "Curt, what are you doing?" Tyler chokes out.

Curtis is slightly amused to see that Tyler’s face is a beautiful shade of purple. It makes his blue eyes stand out more than they usually do. Tyler’s eyes are glowing blue like the sky on a summer day. "Curtis, what would you do without me?" Tyler asks.

The eyes are his undoing. Damn it, Curtis thinks, releasing Tyler. Curtis promptly brings Tyler’s face to his—

They are wet. Wet and weightless. Wet and weightless and wonderfully cool. The pool matches the color of Tyler’s eyes. Curtis’ eyes trace Tyler from sopping hair to pointed chin to broad shoulders and collarbones. The rest is lost beneath the water.

How did they get into a pool? Curtis wonders.

"You wanna have a cock fight?" Tyler asks with a roguish smile.

Curtis does not know whether to laugh or cry.

~~~~~~~~

Tyler sleeps a dreamless sleep. Or at least he cannot remember what he dreamt about when he wakes the next morning to find himself in an empty bed with nothing but a scribbled note of appreciation from Savannah. Tyler wonders what he has done.

Pervy Adventures update

2004-10-12T03:44:46Z

Prepare yourself for drama, angst, and a killer cliffie!!! by the way, i totally ripped off this idea from the shoebox_project. check them out as they are creative geniuses.

PART 4: the letters

From Curtis Peoples to one Tyler Hilton, care of the U.S. Postal Service

Tyler,

How’s the road treating you? Is it terribly lonesome all by yourself? Do you miss having someone to talk to? Someone to sing Avril Lavigne with you when that god-awful song comes on the radio for the trillionth time? Someone you can poke fun at? Someone you can make get a tattoo when he is completely and utterly intoxicated?

Okay, okay. I’m only kidding. I’m sure you’re having an awesome time with all your new roadies and such. How’s Bob? Still kickin’ it?

It is really weird coming back home. Sleeping in my own bed again… I close my eyes and I feel like I’m back on the road, laying in the backseat trying to get some shut-eye when your dad hits a pothole and I inevitably break my neck. It’s uncanny how much I miss the road. Kinda like how gamblers need Vegas—like it’s their drug. The road is my drug.

Do you know what not to do when you are road-sick (like home sick, but backwards)? I will tell you. Do not, I repeat, do not listen to John Mayer. It tends to make you all angsty and pine for lost love and lost time and just all things lost. Okay, so keep the Evil Angst Boy out of your cd player for the time being.

When do you come back to Southern California for a gig? I would be more than happy to tech for the evening. If not, I could always join the squealing fangirls and throw my boxers onstage and admit my burning passion for you.

Kidding, again, Tyler.

Anyway, I have to get going. I’ve signed up for some classes at the community college (yes, Tyler, school) and don’t want to be late for my pottery class. Shut up. Pottery is an art.

-Curtis

P.S. Look at what my mom bought me as a welcome home present!! Isn’t she gorgeous? I am naming her Bellatrix and she plays like no other. Actually, my sister came up with the name…something about evil eaters of death? I don’t know… Harry Potter fans…madwomen all! But Bellatrix is a cool name don’t you think?

From one road-lagged Tyler Hilton to Curtis Peoples.

Curt,

Bellatrix has to be the hottest guitar name in the history of guitar naming. Seriously… my poor Christina has been put to shame. Thinking about re-naming her to something more exotic because she can’t possibly compete with Bellatrix.

The road is treating me well. I know no other life. I met this crazy old lady down in Baton Rouge today. She tried to feed me fried frogs. Oh Curtis, they were so cute! Yet so fried! I cried for the poor little frogs.

I love Avril Lavigne and you know it. But on the contrary, I recall clearly that it was you who began singing "Why’d you have to go and make things so complicated…" the last time we went to the karaoke bar. I did not make you get that tattoo. You got it of your own free will. I just helped the process along.

Papa H is extra strict as of late. He won’t even let me go see "Wimbledon." Evil, I say. Kirsten Dunst in a tennis skirt… I just can’t resist. Maybe I’ll sneak back to Palm Springs and you can take me. What do you say? I think it’s genius.

John Mayer—too late, my friend.

I’ll be back for a gig in about a month. Can you wait that long? I don’t think I can. I MISS YOU! And I would be honored if you threw your silky boxers—are they not silky?—on the stage at me.

College is for people who are not rockstars. Curtis, you must not go… you must become a rockstar with me!

POTTERY?! I think I may have to disown you.

From Curtis Peoples, to Tyler Hilton.

The Rockstar,

My pottery class is so much fun, thanks for asking. Today I made a vase and promptly tripped over someone’s backpack. It was a pretty vase. Such a shame. You’re the rockstar. You go conduct your rocking while I get educated for the both of us.

Of course, I would take you to see your tennis skirt-clad Ms. Dunst! But only if you buy me a large popcorn and Junior Mints. I can’t sit through a movie unless I have material to clog my arteries with.

I told you to be weary of the Angst Mayer Boy, but you have always been hopeless. I’m sure it’s even affecting your writing. Your sophomore album will be angsty!Tyler and the critics will rave, the fangirls will swoon, the Metallica fans will pose death threats.

My boxers are silky. How would you know? Have you been snooping through my suitcase? I’m frightened with what you would do with that knowledge.

You know what I did today? I visited our old high school teachers. Mrs. Hannigan is very up to date on your life as a rockstar. I think she may even be lurking on your message boards as she already new a great deal about everything I told her about. She did like my hair though. I never really did thank you for making me suck it up and cut it all off.

It’s not the same without you. My mother says I need to laugh more often. Maybe I can come visit you on the road?

Hopeful,

Curtis

From Tyler Hilton, to Curtis Peoples. Written hastily on the back of a Hilton Hotel napkin.

C—

I don’t know about visiting. Managers say something about time and funding constraints. It’s a load of bull, I’m sure, but they are the ones in charge. I’ve got a show in a few minutes, but I promise a longer letter soon.

Tyler

***

Tyler already feels guilty when he licks the seal of the envelope. The letter is not up to standard at all. And he knows that he is blatantly lying to Curtis. He does not have a show tonight. He attaches a stamp and places it on the hotel bed. He’ll have to mail it in the morning.

He walks over to the vanity and makes sure his hair is not too messy. He smoothes down his shirt and checks to make sure he has nothing in his teeth. There’s a little tickle in the bottom of his stomach.

Guilt, he reminds himself.

He straightens his posture and frowns at his own reflection. Guilt? There shouldn’t be any guilt. This is what a normal twenty-something rocker does. It’s his rock’n’roll given right.

But the guilt remains. It envelops him like one of Curtis’ bear hugs. Haunts him like Curtis’ letters. They’re just friends, for god’s sake. Friends that occasionally make out, yes, but friends nonetheless.

There is a knock on his suite door.

Tyler grabs the letter off his bed and shoves it deep into his suitcase, squashing all the guilt. Rock’n’roll given right, he reminds himself.

He opens the door, greeted by a pair of entrancing hazel eyes.

"Tyler!"

"Hey Savannah," he says as she smacks her glossy lips on his cheek.

Savannah takes a step back to let Tyler admire her appearance. She’s all leg and miniskirt. Tyler feels something deep inside him stir. Rock’n’roll given right.

"You ready?" she asks excitedly.

"You bet I am," he replies. He places his hand on the small of her back and guides her out of his hotel suite.

No, he thinks, there is nothing to be guilty about here.

*** </ljcut>

Pervy Adventure update

2004-10-08T03:46:02Z

teehee. slash is fun!

-Moony

*** Part Three: Home is Where the Heart Is***

"I am so full I think I might explode."

"I am so full I think I might puke."

"Please refrain from puking on my new ‘cowboy-chic’ shirt. It cost me a pretty penny and it’s dry clean only."

"If I puke on your shirt you could always buy another one with the millions of dollars you’re making as we speak with the release of ‘The Tracks of.’ And anyway Ty, if you explode first, you’d be the one spoiling your ‘cowboy-chic’ shirt."

Tyler sighs and moves his hands behind his head. "You’re right." He says, "But I do like this shirt. Do you like my shirt, Curtis?"

Curtis is too full to move. He can’t even bring himself to move his head to look at Tyler’s "cowboy-chic" shirt. But he knows he likes it. It fits Tyler’s lean body perfectly. Curtis moves a hand to his belly and rubs it. Why had Tyler let him order that much food? They had devoured the food like it was their Last Supper and now they were regretting it.

"Mmm hmm." Curtis manages.

They fall back into a comfortable silence.

Curtis hears the crickets nearby chirping away. Occasionally he hears the sound of a car zooming by. If he tries hard enough, he can hear the wind blowing.

They are lying side by side on a picnic blanket that Tyler always kept in the back of his "tour van" in case of emergency picnics like this one. But usually the picnics are shared with other company like Tyler’s father or sister or any other relative. It is rarely ever just Tyler and himself. It is rarely ever in the middle of the night.

Curtis looks up into the deep blue—almost purple—sky and studies the moon. It really is a picture perfect scene. He wonders what Tyler is thinking about. Curtis knows that very soon Tyler is going to have to take his leave of him. His record company does not want Curtis riding Tyler’s coattails for much longer. Soon Tyler will be starting his U.S. tour while Curtis goes back home.

Home. Curtis doesn’t even remember what home is like. He’s been travelling the globe with Tyler for the past two years and can’t imagine leaving this new world that he has discovered. No, he won’t be going home. Home is with Tyler. Soon, he’ll be leaving home.

Tyler breaks the silence.

"I’m really going to miss having you around when you’re gone." He says. His words are heartfelt and genuine.

"I know."

"And you know that if I had any control over it, I would have you stay with me and tune my guitars forever."

"I know."

"I’m sorry."

Curtis doesn’t know why Tyler is apologizing. He’s beginning to feel sick. Whether is be from gluttony or heartbreak, he is not sure. Curtis looks up at the moon and tries to memorize this feeling. He wants to take a mental picture of this moment to keep forever. He doesn’t want it to end. He feels the unmanly tickling sensation starting up in his nose and tears start to blur his vision of the sky above.

Thank God it’s dark out here, he thinks.

Curtis blinks madly to get the girly tears away. He doesn’t know why he has to be so emotional.

Tyler feels awful for having to let Curtis go. It isn’t his choice, but it is his pain. Curtis is unnaturally silent. Tyler leans his head to the side and studies Curtis’ profile. He is blinking rapidly. Tyler wonders if it’s to stop himself from crying. Tyler reaches over and covers Curtis’ hand with his own.

Curtis feels Tyler’s hand cover his. It is an unexpected touch, but welcome nonetheless. Curtis shifts his hand and slides his fingers in between Tyler’s. His hand is warm. It comforts Curtis and makes him realize that things will be okay.

He looks over at Tyler and sees him smile.

***

The Adventure Continues...

2004-10-05T00:43:37Z

Tyler and Curtis' Adventure continues NOW!

Curtis takes extra time to plug in Tyler’s guitar. To the normal eye, it would be unnoticeable. Just that extra second. That momentary delay. The pads of his fingers brush against Tyler’s arm. Curtis convinces himself that it’s merely accidental.

Curtis takes that extra nanosecond to steal a glance at his surroundings. It has never been this exciting. But tonight is Tyler’s big night. Soon, he will be throttled up to rockstar status. The club is jam-packed with screaming fangirls. A few even shriek Curtis’ name.

I’m nobody, Curtis thinks as he adjusts the strap on Tyler’s guitar.

Tyler turns and sneaks a smile at him. "Thanks, man." He says.

Curtis nods and then decides that he’s been onstage for far too long. He walks to the side and disappears behind the door.

***

Tyler cannot believe that his time has finally come. He can see his family watching him from the balcony. The fans are singing along with him. He sings "When It Comes" for the 50,205,243th time and it does not bother him. Tonight is different. There is energy in the air that he feeds off of. It makes him feel like he can do anything.

A girl from the crowd threatens to grope his ass.

I am a rockstar. He concludes.

***

Tyler collapses onto the couch in the green room. He thinks this may be the best night of his life. He has just played an incredible show. He wants to jump up and down and shout. It’s happening. His dream is coming true.

"Tyler," Curtis interrupts his thoughts as he comes into the green room.

"Are you done already?" Tyler asks looking at his watch. Has he been daydreaming that long?

Curtis shakes his head. "No, there’s a rabid fan out there asking for another guitar pick. She dropped the last one."

Tyler searches through his back pocket and retrieves a tiny red guitar pick. He extends his arm out to Curtis, but then brings it back. He gives Curtis a look of mischief and then licks the pick.

Curtis’ stomach does a two-step.

"Tell her not to lose this one." Tyler says, winking at Curtis.

Curtis takes the pick. He wishes that he can join Tyler on the couch. It’s been awhile since they’ve had enough time to sit together and talk. But work must be done. Tyler has to do his first official meet-and-greet.

"You want to get a bite to eat after all this?" Tyler asks, "I feel like I never get to talk to you anymore."

It’s like he can read his mind sometimes.

"I’m in," Curtis agrees and then disappears.

The Incredibly Pervy Adventures of Tyler and Curtis!!!

2004-10-02T22:05:24Z

This was *all* my mother's fault.

Once upon a time there was a sexy rocker boy named Tyler Hilton and his faithful lover guitar tech, Curtis Peoples. They have many amazing adventures together, traversing the States that are United playing to screaming fangirls every night. But neither have eyes but for the other. Following in the footsteps of Frodo and Sam, Remus and Sirius, Ty and Curty P have a *friendship* that is very special and a bond that cannot be broken. (unless fricking corporate america steals Tyler away and makes him their advertising machine)

"Tyler." Curtis says. There's a tiny ball of nervous energy somewhere in the pit of his stomach that is tap dancing. It is annoying. Curtis has trouble concentrating.

"Yes, Curt?" Tyler responds, tightening the strings on his guitar.

"Good luck with the show tonight. I can't believe your album is finally coming out." Curtis says, scuffing his shoe against the dirty tile floor. He finds himself unable to look at Tyler. There is something odd in the air tonight. Curtis doesn't know what it is.

Tyler gives his guitar a strum. Satisfied with the tuning, he places it on the sofa and stands. He is taller than Curtis and he notices that Curtis isn't looking at him. Tyler gives him a friendly punch on the arm. "What's up?" he asks.

Curtis finally lifts his head, his eyes meeting those glowing blue orbs that are Tyler's eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "I was just thinking... what with all those fans you have now. You're going to be famous. I can't keep riding on your coattails forever. When are you going to let me go?" he asks.

Tyler frowns. He does not like when Curtis gets into his self-deprecating funks. "You know that our friendship is more important to me than fame and fortune," he says, and with a smirk, "and anyway, I like having you ride my coattails. Keeps me from being lonely."

Curtis smiles back at Tyler. Tyler's smile and charm always has a way of making him feel like he's the greatest person to walk the earth.

"So, what's on the setlist tonight?" Curtis asks, taking Tyler's guitar and placing it in its case.

"The usual," Tyler replies, "I'm singing our song." Tyler's eyes flash darkly.

Curtis grins and knows that the show is going to be great.

Starting now I’ll never see my kitchen counter

Quite the same babe, after we drank the final hour

I never knew you had it somewhere deep inside you

Another chance to go wild

You whispered to me I'd be stupid not to follow

Where you'd be taking me tonight until tomorrow

I make predictions from the gifts my dreams have given

And never once have they lied

So don't you worry who you're kissing on at midnight

the way i see it, i've got you and I both covered

The world's to bed and you and I instead

Will secretly enjoy our time

So kiss on me tonight.

*****

Chapter Two coming soon!

god may love you...but you are evil

2004-09-24T19:48:26Z

Can i please have the following returned to me:
-my car stereo
-my Killers cd
-my personally burned Red Hot Chili Peppers mix
-my personally burned rap mix (its the only rap i like!)
-and my personally burned Homestar/GoodMusic mix

I'm kind of bummed, you know? Driving to school in 14.5 minutes of silence is kind of boring.

-Moony

Exposed

2004-08-17T02:37:41Z

***this is public only because i want my stalker friend to see it***

so... yes... you now know my deepest darkest (perviest) feelings... don't you feel special... well let me tell you this....

THE WAR IS ON earsfilled !!!!!!

muahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

friends only.

2004-07-17T22:23:21Z

[Friends Only. Comment to be added, savvy?]