Welcome Fellow LJers!

My name is Lu, and I am your hostess. For more about me, you can see my profile.

These are the stories I write. These are the stories I've read and liked.

While you are here, please feel free to join in the squeeing about ridiculous boys, awesome demon hunters (and the actors who play them), sardonic doctors, fast-talking scientists, and psychic detectives.

Please refrain from bashing any of the representatives of these groups that I love, especially the hippie boys.

Please feel free to shower me with spoilers for any show that I love EXCEPTING SUPERNATURAL, because I have a policy about Supernatural. Also please refrain from spoiling me about the Dresden Files, because if you had told me the end of Small Favor I would have wasted the whole book crying.

I don't have an automatic friending policy, but the good news! Is that if you are here for the fic (or the meta, or the icons) these are posted COMPLETELY UNFLOCKED over at my creative journal lu_fics, and you are more than welcome to watch that. In fact, PLEASE DO, because if you get even a little pleasure out of what I work on, it makes me incredibly happy.

I am so excited to WRITE and I have no time to WRITE and I am bitter, bitter, bitter.

On the other hand: COBRA VIDEO WHICH ROCKS MY WORLD. I have a thing for( cut for spoiler )

And BRENDON IS ON A BOAT.

And ZACK LOVES THE NEW PANIC MUSIC.

And SEANAN'S ZOMBIE BOOKS ARE GETTING PUBLISHED. (I am not over that yet. I may not be over that ever. Ten years from now when I run a hand over all three of them on my bookshelf, and stop to re-read that one awesome speech of Georgia's, and look up an hour later to realise I just re-read half the books AGAIN, I will STILL be going OMG THEY ARE PUBLISHED.)

OH MY GOD SEANAN MCGUIRE SOLD HER ZOMBIE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


No news of a book coming out has EVER made me more excited. Even the news of ORDER OF THE PHEONIX only made me just AS excited. And I hate zombies. But THESE BOOKS ROCK SO MANY SOCKS, O. M. G. I am so, so, so, so, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO bouncy and gleeful right now I can hardly sit still!

BRENDON IS TRYING TO KILL ME AGAIN!!!

The little *facts* about bandom that can make me smile whenever they pop into my head. Some personal moments, some bits of canon.

--Gerard and Lindsay. Getting married. IN MATCHING UNICORN T-SHIRTS.

--Bronx's lullaby. Duh.

--The look on Zack's face when I explained that you could tell Jon and Spencer apart on my shirt because Spencer has real shoes and Jon has flipflops.

--Jon Walker smells like Christmas, and Spencer Smith enjoys it when he does.

--Bob finding baby!Ray on YouTube

--Greta's story about the violin

--Spencer (and his band) think Prop 8 is total bullshit.

--Shane at Disneyland with Brendon's family for Christmas

--Bestfriend puppy. Just.

--Pete thinks Jennifer Aniston movies are something he needs to apologise for.

--"Gewawd"

--Jon knows Ryan is a vampire.

--Zack's body type is "more to love"

--Brendon should have been in his cage hours ago.

--Zack tells the fangirls that Brendon's hips don't lie

--Spencer's smile

--Bandit Lee. Oh, Ballato-Ways.

--Ryan and Spencer still have mutual birthday parties. With musical cakes.

--Partying with the Cobras means light beer and plastic guitars.

--Pete's unique interpretation of a swearing jar

--SYNCHRONIZED HALLOWEEN DANCES

--Zack plays hockey, and Ryan used to. The mental images!

--Brendon's church-singing pose

--Zack carrying Brendon offstage like a damsel

--Ryan keeps all the teddy bears.

--Jon didn't pack any shoes for like, three tours straight.

--Pear Liberal Studies, bless her. I miss your darling imaginary face, Pear.

--Brendon flipping a sharpie into the air and catching it over and over.

--The fact that Ryan thinks he can fool us into thinking he went to see the Backstreet Boys for Jackie and Crystal. Who were, like, seven at the time.

--Spencer hitting himself in the face and Ryan laughing so hard he lost track of the song

--Brendon's child-of-the-eighties vocabulary. Rad, fr srs.



I know I'm missing some, y'all. C'mon. Get on the internet and tell us all about the awesomest parts of our canon.



ETA: I know it isn't fair, and I'll try not to add any more. But Maple reminded me about that interview where BRENDON'S MOM STILL LOVES HIM. Which is my favorite thing in the world.

Is writhing in ecstasy an appropriate response to a lullaby?


OH WELL, I DID IT ANYWAY.

OH. MY. GOD.


WISHES REALLY CAN COME TRUE!!!



Ilu, Pete Wentz, for fulfilling my fondest desires, and I LOVE YOU, Brendon Urie, more than starry nights and caramel ice cream.



*sigh of utter, utter happiness*



ETA: Whoever stole Ryan's phone is clearly trying to kill me, wtf.

...wow, I'm kind of glad I didn't finish my fic in time for the BBB posting deadline. There have been...two? three?...Ryan's break-up fics posted SO FAR. Nobody would READ mine, even if mine has...almost nothing to do with Keltie.


Also, I am tired of being so tired.

Fulfilling another "diversity" requirement by taking a class in Native American culture; our final (group, bleh) project is a presentation to our "tribal elders"--two *white* professors--a plan to improve conditions that can be universally applied to all tribes, in all places. We are not presenting these plans as white people ourselves, but as Indigenous Natives (or whatever the hell the current correct term is, sorry, my professors can't seem to make up their minds.)

It's Racefail all over again.

ALSO: despite the fact that the point of the entire class is to make us respectful, our professor just told us about a time a member of a native culture shared some mythology with her, calling it a "cute little story."

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, WOMAN, SHUT UP.

I would be more annoyed at not being able to read BBB, but thankfully people keep posting fics that either A) warn for violence, death, and/or rape, which are squicks of mine, or B) are Ryan/Brendon. The (B) fics I will probably read eventually, but the pairing puts me off immediately going but WHYYYYYY can't I read them this very instant? in my whiniest voice.

So, I guess, thanks to the BBB mods for scheduling the early, Lu-can't-read-them fics to be fics that I wouldn't want to read anyway. ^_^

Astounding: I have slept almost seventeen straight hours, and I'm better, but still tired. The cough is seriously taking it out of me. I can't even focus well enough to read any BBB stories; I get two paragraphs in and then realise my thoughts are actually off playing with the faeries. Much less progress is being made on the story I am supposed to beta and the primer I am supposed to be writing. I basically sleep, shower, go to work and try not to fall over, come home and sleep some more.

Forgive my brain-fog, all of you...with luck the cough will go soon and I'll be able to rejoin the human race.

Okay, so I've just--rather abruptly--been informed that my parents are in dire financial straits--like, a zillion times worse than the impression I had been under--but in the next two weeks there is a chance that a grant the company has applied for will go through and everything will be all right.

We will have three kids in college next year; we have a weird insurance setup and a lot of people with expensive medical problems; we are a family of seven semi-dependents, which is a lot to feed and clothe. I try not ask often, but, for the next couple of weeks:

If you believe in prayer, please pray for us.

If you believe in the power of good thoughts, please think some for us.

If you believe in fairy godmothers, loan yours.

If you believe in luck, send some our way.



Please, y'all. I never feel more loved than when in contact with you, and I am asking as somebody you love: use all your influence with the universe. Please.

Apologies to the world at large: the death has settled into my lungs and I am having trouble breathing, let alone focusing enough to flist/e-mail/hold ordinary conversations. Doctor tomorrow, but for now just enough medicated steam to choke a horse, all the ancient favorite movies I can recite by heart, and an old worn blanket to curl up in.

I love you all.

I feel like DEATH. Naturally, today I have a job interview. *hides under the covers*

Oh, gag, California, I DID NOT NEED THIS TODAY.

I am going to go re-read Spencer's Out interview until I feel better.

Does anybody know...anything about flyingtapes?

I wanted to re-read her bit of the Not a Pretty Girl 'verse--girl!Bob goes on a date with Mike Walker, you know--but she seems to have gone friends-only. (For that matter--she wrote surfer!Jon too. THIS IS A CALAMITY.) Is her fic anywhere else? Should I message her and request access? Has she actually disappeared from the internet taking her fabulous fic with her?


HELP, ANYONE?

Wait, hang on--has the second season of Merlin started?

...what is going on with Torchwood, for that matter?

ACK! I CANNOT KEEP TRACK OF BRITISH TELEVISION SCHEDULES!

Today I am overflowing with love.

I started out the day babysitting two insanely adorable children--they aren't always, but they were today--and then came home. I have just read an insanely awesome fic that makes me want to curl up in it and giggle and feel safe and sweet forever. Brendon just called Ernest a cat, specifically because he loves me. And harriet_vane and sunsetmog EXIST IN THE WORLD.


I am just happy.

I have an extra DW invite code, if anybody is still looking?

GRETA IS MAKING A SOLO RECORD AND WE CAN FOLLOW HER ON TWITTER!!!



I AM GOING TO DIE OF GLEE, SCUSE ME.

Ded of packing. Tomorrow will catch up on flist, but haven't in two days so SEVERE skimmage, fair warning. Let's not talk about realising halfway down the mountain that I hadn't cleared out the freezer. *facepalm*

Can anyone tell me why the first time I clicked the "post entry" link it took me to a page that was blank except for a pink icon about blowjobs?