Title: Not That There's Anything Wrong with That
Rating: PG
Pairings: no slash per say
Characters: Sam Guthrie, Roberto DaCosta, telephoned appearances by Dani Moonstar and Xi'an Coy Mahn.
Prompt: "awkward; always the last to know; bromance"


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There comes a time when I realize that I DON'T hate everything I draw. ;;

Before I prove that, here is a meme I stole from whokee67


Give me a prompt and I will draw it. It can be anything: a word, a fandom, a pairing, ANYTHING


Although, keep in mind, until I get down to FL and have a scanner that doesn't SUCK, they'd wait to be posted)


Now arts


( lol )

By request of Rocka, I am posting the songs from PB!tM on here. Or, rather, the songs we have so far. And no cut since I'm lazeh.

Bodhi's lament: (to the theme of "Worst Thing I Could Do" from Grease)

There are worst things I could do
Than go rob a bank or two
Even if the neighborhood thinks I'm badass and no good
But there are worse things I could do
...
I could go on a shooting spree
Kick some ass and shoot some spleens
Cock the trigger, blow their brains
but make them think they stand a chance
And refuse to spare their lives
...
That's a thing I'd never do
I could stay home every niiiiiiiiiiiiiiight
Wait around for century storm
take cold showers everyday and throw my life away
on a dream that won't come true
...
I could hurt someone like me (Johnny: Like me!)
Out of spite or jealousy...
I may steal but I don't liiiie (wait...I do that too)
Uh...but I can feel and I can cry!
A fact I bet you never knew...
That to cry in front of you
That's the worse thing I could dooooo!


Wetsuit and a Leash (To theme of 'Bushel and A Peck')

Tyler (Yeah...I finally remembered her name!)

I love you a wetsuit and a leash
A wetsuit and a leash and a piece of lime keesh (I'm spelling it phonetically)
A piece of lime keesh and a surfboard and a heap
Surfboard and a heap and I'm talking in my sleep about you

random surfer girls: About you?

Tyler: About you!

RSG: My heart is leapin' I'm having trouble sleepin'

Tyler: 'Cause I love you a wetsuit and a leash, you bet your pretty neck, capische!

(and that's all we have for that song so far)


We (being me and Liza) also have a song that's If I were a Bell but the lyrics didn't really change in that one.

More soon. Heh, heh. We just have to figure out all the lyrics.

This is a banner I made out of boredom.

I'd actually love to see this coupling. Fanart time...

I always love random pairings.



And how much do I hate the bar photosuite adds? A lot.

Different quoteage. I found a quote from River that really spoke true in my mind (actually, a lot of the quotes I've read do but I won't get into that)

“I think the Bible is an incredible history book, but I feel organized religion is bullshit. It's caused more wars and bloodshed than anything else. But I do feel secure in being able to draw from it. I think there'll be a stage in my life where I'll get into it more, and try moving off into the jungle like the guy in Mosquito Coast, to find myself and all that stuff. But right now, I'm eighteen, and I don't want to spend a lot of time thinking about it. I already live by a code of ethics, so I'm an all-right person. I'm not messed up.”

~River Phoenix

That's pretty much how I feel about it.

I'm fucked. I haven't written my stories for BB yet.

You wanna know why? Because I can't write anything. He leeches my creativity from me with his meaningless, trivial assignments and when he wants me to write, I can't. It's bullshit. And now I'm going to get in trouble because it's his fault I can't write anything. Besides, most of what I write shocks him anyway. I guess writing about sex and male prostitutes does that do a guy. He even told me 'Don't use swears' meaning 'Don't write about a boy being asked to become a hooker'. Whatever, it's what I feel like writing. Plus, I make references to things even more obscure than his silent films and German plays and he has no idea what I'm talking about. I even make references to non-obscure things and he doesn't get them. But he pretends to.

Examples:

My story:
Ferdie: You can't take a cardboard cutout of River Phoenix to the dance. That's so middle school.

Veronica: It's very Denise and Kenny

Line I really want to use for a future story:
Ferdie: Man, that chick is hot!
Joss: L-l-l-l-ola!

Conversation in class:
Jason: We could go to Harmony
Me: Yeah! We could take a field trip to my house!
Adri: And watch Stand By Me!
BB: And what does that have to do with writing?
Adri: Gordie was a writer.
BB: Who?...uh...oh yes::walks away::
Me: He has no idea what we're talking about.
Adri: No kidding.

Yeah, he doesn't get my references and therefore doesn't like my stories because he's a moron. Well, he's a biased fuckwit who has a miserable little life and his sole meaning is to make up stuff about himself and make everyone else as miserable as he is. That is why he's Mr. Brolin from SF. Also, no fucking way did he go to Yale. If you went to Yale, you don't teach English and Creative Writing at a "middle-of-nowhere cowtown" high school. You're at the very least a professor somewhere. You also don't wear red pull-over windbreakers and live in a house just short of a bungalow. And you don't think you're better than people because you don't have a license. That just makes you really, really pathetic.

So yeah, I'm rebelling. I'm going to become a delinquent and not do those shitass dialogue only stories (by the way, he doesn't know a thing about plays) because it's his fault I have no creativity right now because he's leeched it out of me. Yay for drama, that gabe me creativity for ItI last year.

...in a Connecticut hospital with no cameras.

A Little Poem

A girl was born in a land of leaves and snow
Trapped in a world she did not create
A world she didn't know

She grew up in front of the glowing box
Her friends were Rangers, Fraggles and a talking fox
She rarely ventured from her house because no one understood her
She was spinning and twirling and never stopping to ponder

Ponder her life and where she is now
Staring at her peers like they're the mutated cow
The cow on the grass with split genitals and copper sides
The sides that tarnish and rust like an old carnival ride

The rust that rusts like her fragile heart
Heart never broken nor loved from the start
Despite all of this, she tries to stay chipper
Always making jokes about becoming a stripper

No one around her knows the real her
The one locked up inside that's beginning to stir
Two warring sides, one crazy, one shy
Where she's cast in the world where it's not okay to cry

The world is warped and tainting and screwy
And when you think it's alright, things all go kablewie
That's what she saw, this freak-alien-girl
A slowly imploding, self-destroying world

No one knows what lies under the surface
Of a tumultuous girl with nary a purpose
Underneath, she's not at all sweet
Nor kind or funny or even neat

She's a bitch inside, jaded by the world
Which spins like a top, the clouds in a swirl

-fin-

note: not an angst poem so cease all angst jokes or I WILL punch you if I know you IRL.

Stolen from juwi_bean

 

Journey

Abba

Motorhead

Ink Spots

Eve 6

 

R.E.M.

Oasis

Survivor

Everclear

 

Duran Duran

Eagles

Genesis

Iron Maiden

Outkast

Iron Butterfly

Aerosmith