just a bit of sillyness, really

bittersweetrick @ 2010-03-13T15:02:00

2010-03-13T18:02:17Z

I'm aware I have a lot of actual updating to do and I do plan on doing that. Maybe a video update, or something. However, next week is my monthly test week in college and something tells me I'll be tweetting a lot (more than the usual), and it'll mostly be DDDD:, so. Yeah, perhaps later this month or early April I'll post for real.

MEANWHILE. Here, have a meme. I got this from xanax_n_wine :

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any tattoos and/or piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a pessimistic or optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What eye colour do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favorite place to hang out?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Favorite and least favorite food?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

TAP, I applaud your initiave. Pls to be convincing AA to do something similar.

2010-01-28T04:35:00Z

You guys, this is kind of super amazing. January 25th was São Paulo's 456th anniversary and to celebrate it, TAP decided to do a repeat of their xmas shenanigans. Check it out:

You can see two of my bosses at 1:30 (the dude in the blue shirt and the Hitler mustache, and the short woman in a vest and trousers), but I'm not actually there. It happened in the afternoon and I work the night shift. =((((

But, seriously. The other airlines should follow TAP's lead and break out in random musical anctics every once in a while. I can't believe I missed it. =/

This is going to be very dial-up hostile. Jfr.

2010-01-18T00:54:49Z

Ok, so I had something resembling a theme for this when I first planned this picspam up. It was supposed to be something along the lines of "Reasons why I love this band: a hugeass list!". But... eh. Picspams are already very time-consuming as it is, so it'll just be a series of pictures with flaily comments on them.

:D

Ok, so. Mikeyway is a hotass.

I wasn't going anywhere with that comment. Just. You know. Poiting out the obvious.

Okay, I should be pissed cause Mikey is clearly mocking my job (YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL, DUDE. HARDASS AVIATION SECURITY GETS YOU WHERE YOU NEED TO GO. ALIVE), but that picture really is hilarious. Let's all take a minute here to laugh at its general ridiculousness.

BUWAHUAHAUHU.

It also tells me I never want to screen Mikeyway. LOL

Is this a subliminar message that Mikey is really that flaming or really that hot?

Judging... By this picture. It's probably the former. (*___*)

I kinda of want his clothes.

And don't you ever forget.

Dude, whatever. You started it.

How so pretty, Way Brothers?

I have a theory that Donna really wanted girls, and she projected that thought so hard when she was expecting them that. Well.

WELL.

Come on, you gotta admit that theory makes sense.

Not that I'm complaining, or anything, you know?

If Gerard were actually a girl, I'd be all over that, ngl.

She'd be pretty AND badass.

So, SO pretty and badass.

Okay, maybe creepy, too.

Alas, though, Gerard is a guy. Which, for some reason, turns out to be a major turn-off for me.

Srly, why is it that Gerard's boy parts squick me so much?

(Gerard, for the love of God, LOSE SOME OF THE LAYERS. YOU'LL DIE FROM HEAT STROKE ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOUNG MAN!)

That's more like it.

While Gerard's junk makes me all D:, his thighs on the other hand... ohmy, my. *licks lips*
(OHAI, JAMES!)

Another fine exemple of Girl!Gerard. Feeling herself up. Uhm. Yeah. *chinhands*

And cuddling with Ray.

And working the crowd. (ok, ok. This one shouldn't count, because it's kind of impossible to ignore his bulge here, but... Ok, there's no but here. Girl!Gerard has a dick. Sadly.)

Speaking of girls.

Frank > Bella, y/y?

A lesbian couple.

Wait for it...

Frank is either staring fondly at Gerard, or this is a good exemple of the conclusion xanax_n_wine came up to: people tend to make mental lists while Gerard talks.

HAHAHA. But Frank is paying HARD attention here. Which you can't blame him for. Very suggestive bottle you got goin' there, Gee. ;D

Nice panties.

Project Revolution was a gift from the Slash Gods to us all. JFC, that was hot!

I don't understand why anyone would ever want to lick Gerard's sweaty face, but I HAVE EXACTLY ZERO COMPLAINTS HERE. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

Oh, okay. So that might be why.

So tell me, Frankie, what else do you do in the name of your love for Gerard?

Wear ridiculous outfits, that you can, somehow, pull off? Check.

Let him lick your ear for no apparent reason? Check.

Grab his junk? Check.

Let him smush your head in his crotch? Check.

Play your guitar from between his legs? Sure.

NUZZLE his crotch? Oic.

Inspect suspicious holes in his pants? Obvs. I mean, what are friends for, right?

Oh, come on, Bob! You can't possibly be that embarrassed by them.

You're not exactly above silly shenanigans.

So, is there any reason as to why I missed Bob singing, other than the fact that I'm so royaly lame? Yeah, didnt think so.

Ikr? Porn on drums.

LOL, Frank.

"YO, YO, YO, DUDE!"

That's right, Bob. Rock on.

Multi-tasking.

Guh.

*drools*

Awwwnnn....

I once saw a pair of stockings that were similar to these. My mom had to actually smack me to keep me from buying them. =/

Oh, hello there, Blue Eyes. ;*

Briiiaaannn.

GQ Motherfuckers, okay.

4ever. And ever. (HOW ARE THEY SO ADORABLE?)

Srly. I ship them SO. HARD. ♥

I sometimes feel the urge to randomly show this pic to some orkut users.

Easy to want in his pants now, but what about then? Brains have no expiry date, kids. Keep that in mind.

BRB, LMAO.

WHAT IS YOUR HAIR, TORO?

...so. Is this an indicative that Gerard is bad... down there. On girls?
(my mind works in weird ways. Just keep scrolling down.)

In all honesty, how long do you guys think it was since he'd last washed his hair, judging by this pic?

Not a Bert/Gerard shipper, but their break up is kind of tragic.

Bert is above silly costumes.

Of course you didn't. And I drink tequila for its taste.

Does anyone else get a Cold War/Creepy Spy Au vibe from this pic?

Srly. He wants us to write it.

I came to disturbing realization when I was at xanax_n_wine 's: Jamia looks like one of my bosses. The bitchiest one. WHY MUST YOU BE SO MEAN TO ME, UNIVERSE?

In exchange you give Gerard's oral fixation? Ok. Seems fair.

I have, like, at least a hundred other pics. But this has taken a lot more of time than I originally intended it to. So. I hope you enoyed it.

;D

tomorrow there'll be proper spamming

2010-01-17T00:03:09Z

But tonight I just really need to sleep.

Have a teaser, though.

I'm pretty sure that Freddy Mercury's soul was whrithing in pain when this happened, but that particular scene is just so adorable. ♥

"And just, you know... Keep doing your thing, man."

2010-01-14T18:15:44Z

This video was brought to my attention by the super awesome xanax_n_wine, and it's a major shame I'd never seen it before.

An old MCR interview (I think they'd just signed with Reprise? Frank mentions that during the interview. Gerard says he's twenty-seven, so... Early '04?) for a porn DVD thingy.

You just know you wanna watch it.

Gerard is probably the only human being on the planet who would sit next to a porn actress and talk about D&D. Seriously. ~~(which is why he is made of win, smores and glittery divaness)~~.

Frank making sure the girl knows he has nothing to do with the D&D business is hilarious. He wants everyone to know he's not that kind of geek, okay. He has class.

Otter staring at the girl cracked me up. Something tells me his mind was something like "I'M IN THE SAME ROOM AS A PORN STAR. HOW IS THIS MY LIFE. WHY IS GERARD TALKING ABOUT ROLE PLAYING GAMES, WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM?". And Gerard being all earnest about how they're not exacty Mötley Crue kind of band, and how difficult it is to find good players for their orc quests and then the girl goes and asks him if he likes porn. His face. Priceless. Oh, Gee.

Also:

"Your mom's coming!" and "You should be ashamed of yourself." kind of killed me.

This is a public announcement, brace yourselves

2009-12-28T17:33:15Z

I guess some of you are familiar with the facepalm-indulcing discussion that went down on tothetune over whether or not Frank Iero is a women hating sex offender, but if you're not, here's a link to the chaos.

A part of my brain is urging me to go back to that thread and mock those bitches into submission. Twist and turn both arguments (mine and theirs) to a point where they don't even remember what the original discussion was all about (which was my original intent last night, but, you know, unlike bitter anons, I actually have a real life that demanded my attention), but I decided it's not worth giving them the satisfaction. That discussion thread is dead. Subject is over. Time to move on.

But, you know, it really does bother me. Not that they think I'm a "sick fuck who needs to shut up" (by the way, nice job, mods. My 'vagina owner' comment gets deleting for being offensive, but calling someone a sick fuck isn't?), because those are bitter losers who hide behind anonymity to rave about how everyone's wrong but them, when, truly, they're just really fucking pissed that the person they romanticize doesn't really add up to the real life version of said person; what really bothers me is their arrogance. Their twisted sense of self-righteousness.

I think it goes without saying that none of us actually knows any of those bandom boys we all love gush about so much. We may have a general idea of what their personalities are like and once or twice we get a decent notion of what their opinions on life, politics and sexuality are, but when it comes right down to it, we don't know them. They're strangers we follow and analyse and judge and wish for. They're bound to us by this weird sense of gratitude (we pay their bills, we admire their work, we make their dreams come true, we keep their jobs by lingering when others wouldn't) and duty. They do what's possible to give us what we want and, in return, we stay.

If you ask me, that's one hell of a fucked relationship all on its own. And I'm just saying in general. For the most part, us, the followers, lead regular lives. We have families and jobs and school to worry about. Even if we care deeply for these strangers, deep down we know they're not an effective part of our lives and owe us nothing more than artistic awesomeness.

The problem lies in the specifics.

By 'specifics' I really mean 'psychoes'. They appear in different form for every band, I guess. PATD psychoes try get Brendon's blood samples and give them pubic-filled cookies. Beatles psychoes murder John Lennon. FOB psychoes start a band to get Pete's attention ~~(and name it Panic! At the Disco)~~. MCR psychoes demand they act like the caricture of themselves 24/7 and lack sense of humor.

I'm an idealist, okay. I want the world to be painted in rainbow colors to flag up sexual diversity; I want women to be seen as equal to men; I want every single person on the planet to have a home; I want the civil wars that destroy lives and countries around the glove to be over right-fucking-now; I want children never to painfully die of incurable diseases; I want to eliminate the rule that states that, unless you're white, western, christian, upper middle class or above, size 0 or below and young, you don't belong in society. I want a better world, like everyone else and I do believe one of the many keys for that to be achieved is through words and ideas and who better to spread words and implement ideas in people's heads than celebrities? The fact that one of my favorite bands is so passionate about changing the world and saving lives is something of which I'm crazy proud of.

Do you know what else I'm proud of? Being aware of the fact that they're also humans, therefore flawed. Like the rest of us. Most importantly, they're entitled to be flawed like the rest of us.

Some fans are so dead set on seeing them as something close to a semi-deity, they tend to forget they aren't. They're people. They make statements in public, but then tweet something that contradicts it. Wow, shocking.

As a normal human being, I often joke around with my friends or say things when I'm really frustrated that go agains't my actual politic view of the world. I'm a pacifist, I disagree with violence so hard I could punch it in the face. I am also, as it's clear, very fond of dark humor.

Does saying that I'd like to punch violence in the face, even though I'm a pacifist, make me a hypocrite who needs to shut the fuck up? Or does it mean I enjoy to draw a reaction from people? Preferrably laughs, but I'll take what I can get.

I never claimed I knew any of those guys I look up to so much, but I can spot a joke when I see it. Frank saying he'd like to punch he Snow God in its vagina clearly meant he was frustrated as fuck (for the wheather being so cold) and he thought it'd be funny to share his displeaure in a comical form. On his twitter. Like many of us do, on a regular basis.

Is it rocket science? Is it so hard to understand? I really doubt it. But a hater hardly needs a context and all they want is fuel for their bitterness. And, oh, are they bitter. They're bitter because this person they look up to had the opportunities they hadn't. They're bitter because they'll never be as close to them as they wished. They're bitter because they had a romanticized idea of said idol and they sometimes act in a way that contradicts that fantasy. They're bitter and angry.

Also? Cowards and inconsiderate. They want to shout their anger at everyone that dares point out they're wrong, but don't show their face, so they spit ignorance anonymously. They're so quick to forget everything their idol's done in the past, because he made a comment that didn't sit right with them. Oh, man. It's war time.

And to such unreasonable, coward, pathetic creatures, here's a little advice: get a life, bitches.

meme stolen from maryangel200

2009-11-24T22:14:16Z

Ten things said to ten people who shall go nameless.

1. Keeping people around isn't really my strongest feat, but I'm more than glad you and I remained close - despite the distance. In fact, there's no distance at all, destiny just likes to fuck with and we never really meet up in person. Whatever. I still love you to the bone and value your opinion above anyone else's.

2. The most important events in my life happened after we met. You're a lot like a mother to me, in so many ways. I love you and I appreciate everything you've done for me.

3. You're awesome and I wish to keep you around for many, many years to come. Seriously, how DID we go so long without ever meeting? It baffles me.

4. Falling in and out of love with you were the two most signigicant experiences of my life, in more ways than one. I don't resent you for not loving me back in the least. In fact, getting over you was so much fun (in that 'charcter building' sort of way). I think you're a girl who has a bright future in front of her. I'm glad we met.

5. You're one of the main reasons why I despise men. Life's hard, but sitting on your ass and whining about how life's been a bitch to you isn't gonna change anything. Maybe if you took a break from the emo parade and went pro-active... I don't know. Things might look up. I do appreciate all of the things you did for me - especially when I came out -, but that does not mean I don't resent you for being a whiny, weak sexist. I hope I won't end up like you.

6. Sometimes I think you barely tolerate me.

7. I shared amazing moments with you and my adolescence would've been completely different if you weren't a part of my life... But I feel like it's a one-sided relationship I'm hanging onto.

8. I love you a lot, but sometimes I wonder if it isnt just because we have a past in common. And, honestly, I fear it won't be enough to guarantee us a future together.

9. Trying desperately hard to force a happy, hetero-normative friendly love-life down my throat is not gonna make yours any better. You're my main pillar in life, but I'm afraid our different views in life will end up being our demise.

10. You're amazing and I wish you lived closer. The stuff we'd get up to if we lived closer would be EPIC.

'Tis the season!

2009-11-22T23:07:34Z

I'm doing that christmas meme too! :D

STEP ONE

- Make a post (public, locked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your journal. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

- If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.

- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your journal, so that the holiday joy will spread.
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STEP TWO

- Surf around your reading list/friendslist/dreamroll (or friendsfriends/network, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:

- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call. There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.
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1. Postcards! I want to see where you live, what the best features of your town/country is. Send me postcards of your favorite places or just places you'd like to visit! Spam me with the postcards people. (And if they include personal stories, like "I got my first kiss under that tree"; "I went there on my first school trip"; "I once saw a dead cow on that highway" it'll be awesome!)

2. Letters. Dudes and dudettes, I'm a sucker for getting mail. WRITE ME LETTERS, PEOPLE. =DDD

3. Homemade bracelets. I love collecting those (and if making them is too much effort, dude. If you buy them it's not like I'll ever know. >.>)!

4. Candy. Don't let this super mature/serious façade trick you *COUGHCOUGH*. Deep inside me lives a five year old who's a candy addict. :D?

5. Mixtapes. I love discovering new music, so if you're so inclined... you could burn me a cd with all the songs you think I'd love and send it to me? =]

6. Frank's fingerless gloves. Shit, I've looked everywhere and I can never really find the ones he used to wear back in the day. T___T

7. Gerard's skeleton pjs! (I mean, not his. I bet it didn't really disappear. The other guys probably just burned that shit, because it smelled like a dead animal)

8. Drawings/cartoons. Comics? Anything spooky/funny.

9. Keychains. Something else I love to collect.

10. Serial killer fics. I've been craving a Serial-Killer!Brendon or Serial-Killer!Gerard/Frank for ages!

Marcia Oliveira

Rua Endres, 1306 - Vila das Bandeiras
Guarulhos - SP
CEP: 07043-000.

2)Now, here's a little twist.
If you have already posted your wishlist, give me a link.
If you haven't yet, I want you to comment here with up to 10 things you'd like to receive and your address.

3)If you want a Christmas card from me and nothing else, it's fine too.
Leave me your address in the comments.

Comments are screened..

icon dump

2009-11-17T18:14:55Z

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at the risk of sounding like a perv...

2009-11-16T02:40:10Z

...Dallon Weekes, get in my pants. NOW.

Btw, does anyone else commit the Freudian slip of calling his one-man band 'The Brokebecks', or is it just me? Seriously. Everytime I type in that name, it first comes out like that.

Whatever. I know he's married and all, but JFC. The guy is pretty sexy.

Clearly he adds something to Panic other than the Sexy Factor ~~(omgcaniananddallonbecomepermanentmembersnow? pleasepleaseprettyplease?)~~

Public appeal, see?

LOOL.

UNF, UNF.

I almost feel like slashy thoughts/comments are inappropriate, considering that, unlike Brendon, Dallon is actually a mormon.
... Then I look a pics like this one and wonder why I thought that in the first place.

\o/

UGH. UNF, UNF INDEED.

Beautiful, beautiful shot.

HEEY. I WONDER WHERE AND WHEN THIS PICTURE WAS TAKEN.

Sassy, are we, Mr. Weekes... ;D

The jacket looks good on him, but I still think rain was a better feature (COSTS FREE SPECIAL EFFECTS, PEOPLE) - even if it gave me the plague.

Awwwwwwwwwnnnn!!! (even if, okay, Ian left The Cab months ago. But it's still adorable. ♥

I see some Ieoroish potential here.

(am NOT staring at what little of his ass I can spot. Am not. Absolutely not.)

Why do I find pics that he's looking down so hot?

Hehe. Hehehehe, Heh. /dirty.

Ngl, this pic is mostly about Brendon. (as most things in life are)

Ok, dude. Now you're just asking for it.

Odd thing to be paying attention to, but I kinda love his bass.

YES, to all of this.

It's a really cool bass.

Again, a resounding MOTHERFUCKING YES, to all of this.

Impressive.

Seriosly. Can we keep him? Perfect balance between humor and sexyness. *stares*

Im gonna be honest, I'm not really sure this is him. In fact, it looks like Nate.

This one looks slightly more like him. O_o

SO TINY!

Speaking of cool instruments, I'm kinda drooling over Brendon's guitar here.
Unrelated, he wore his jacket for the brazilian performance, under a 30ºC heat. I wonder what made him take it off in Chile. LOL

A decent picture of Spencer from the South American dates. Wow, what a miracle.

Talk about collective hotness.

Do I really need to direct your attention to the main point of this picture?

Baby + wedding ring on display = TRICK GRINNING LIKE A FOOL.

....what.

Alright. That's it. Most of these pics were taken from the Brobecks' flicker and his twitpic page.

=D .

Panic's performance in Brazil. 11.08.2009

2009-11-09T15:46:14Z

You guys, I'm beat. I've slept for eight hours straight and still feel like I could sleep another twelve.

My throat, my feet and my calves are so fucking sore, I might've as well run a marathon in Alaska instead of attending a concert. I think I have the flu (luckily, not THE flu), and my voice is pretty raspy right about now.

I'm gonna preface this by saying that there's a lot about last night that I don't remember right now. I was almost passing out and, literally, the only thing that kept me conscious for that long was the prospect of Panic's performance and then the performance itself, so. Yeah, forgive me if some of the details will be missing. =/

My best friend, Thais (also, my motherfucking soul mate, who I love with all my heart, but who I might end up killing and making it look like a very painful accident, someday), came to see me this weekend. I was thrilled because we don't get to see each other as often as we should and having her around is always a lot of fun, but I was kind of apprehensive, because this was the Maquinaria Festival's weekend.

I basically begged Thais to come with me to the concert, but she had to work Monday morning, and. Okay, not fair of me to demand that from her, when I didn't have to work until 6h15PM today.

We decided that we'd spend most of the Saturday together and then Sunday morning we'd take the bus+subway together, but I'd head for the Chácara do Jockey (venue) and she'd go to the Paulista Av, to meet with another friend of hers.

ME: Tha, are you sure you want to leave the house with me? 'Cause I wanna leave pretty early. Like, 8AM I want to be on the bus.
THAIS: Don't worry, Má. I'm an early bird.

We went out for drinks that night, had blast and got home (somewhat wasted, I gotta say) around 2-something AM.

ME: Thais, maybe you should sleep for a little longer. I'll still leave early, but you have no reason to be up before noon tomorrow.
THAIS: Pfft, shut up, Má. We're still leaving together.
ME: Oookay, then. 'Night.

The next morning she took over an hour to get ready. (¬_¬).

I got to the venue around 12PM, or something. The VIP SECTION line was pretty huge (LOOKED NOTHING LIKE A VIP SECTION TO ME, BTW), and I facepalmed so hard I thought my forehead would have a permanent print of my hand, not kidding.

There were a lot of kids there that were definitely Evanescence fans, and several other kids wearing Dir En Grey shirts, but as far as I could tell, I was the only there for Panic. Which bummed a little, ngl.

The bands were soundchecking at that point, and there was a very insistent drumming going on. It felt basically like background noise, because everyone was so eager to go in already, but it was soothing, mostly. It was when Brendon's voice echoed loud and I saw the entire block flail and girls screaming (one of them, next to me, was on the verge of tears and said "OMG. BRENDON AND I ARE ONLY SEPARATED BY A WALL!), that I realized I wasn't alone after all. (it was hilarious).

When finally, FINALLY, we got in, there was already quite the crowd at the rail. At that moment it should've occurred to me that trying to go for the rail would be suicidal, but all I could think of was: "I want to watch that performance from as close to the stage as possible!"

I'd met a kid at the line and he was super nice. He said he some experience with squirming his way through crowds to get to the rail, so he asked me to grab on to his shirt and he'd take me there. He didn't lie, but he also failed to mention we'd go through hell and back again. LOL

The Festival's line up was:

Duff McKagan'a Loaded;
Dir En Grey
Panic!
Evanescence.

Even if there were a lot of Panic's fans out there, it was NOTHING compared to Dir En Grey's fanbase. I was baffled, 'cause I'd never even heard of the band up until the Festival, and they were so big here. O__o
Also, they were the sannest there. LOL. They were all poised and some of them even rolled their eyes at the costumes the Evanescene fans were wearing and stuff. Also, they were very practical. Most of them were all: "What band are you here for?" FAN: "Panic/Evanescence.", DEGFAN: "Ok, I'm only here for Dir En Grey. If you step back and let me get closer to the stage I'll gtfo after their performance and you can get closer to the rail, what do you say?"

Best part? It worked. LOL

Duff McKagan's Loaded was pretty good! Their set was short and all, but they had a lot of energy and were super nice to the crowd, and virtually no one knew who they were, but we were still clapping and screaming to some of the things they said. It was super fun.Then came Dir En Grey, and shit. I thought people were gonna die.

At that point, the kid I'd met at the line had taken me reasonably closer to the stage, but it seemed like every tall person at the venue was standing RIGHT. IN FRONT. OF ME. It was unbearably hot at the core of the crowd, and the weather wasn't helping. It'd been promising rain all day, but nothing happened. And, fuck. Rain would've been really appreciated. D=

Now here's something stupid: I'd barely slept the two days prior to the Festival. I'd drunk the night before, and hadnt eaten anything all day (I'd had some orange juice and a slice of cake for breakfast, but that had been at 10AM. Dir en Grey went up on the stage around 6PM), barely drunk enough water (the price of the water was a fucking rip off, but I would've gladly paid for it, if I'd been able to reach for my pocket. T_____T I was pressed agaisnt so many ppl, I couldn't move at all), and the steamy heat of the crowd was seriously impossible to take. I almost passed out there. The only thing that kept me conscious was the fact that I knew I was gonna get pulled out of the pit if I so much as closed my eyes.

Dir En Grey's set was intense. Their fans were ~poised, but the guys onstage were supernatural, not kidding. They didn't even take a break to breathe! It was one song right after the other! I think I would've enjoyed their performance better if I a) could understand what they were singing [it wasn't neither English or Japanese. It was the singer's made up language] and b) wasn't fighting to keep myself conscious. LOL

Just as they were leaving the stage, the bassist goes and throws his sweaty towel to the crowd. And then all hell broke loose. All the fans' composure went flying out the window and they pushed to get the fucking towel. A girl was bended awkwardly by the crowd and almost broke her neck. ALL OF THAT, BECAUSE OF A MOTHERFUCKING, GROSS, SWEATY PIECE OF CLOTH. I WAS SO PISSED I SAW RED.

Thankfully, I wasnt the only one. Everyone not-Dir En Grey was cursing and pushing back to get some stability again, but the other fucktards were still trying to get the fucking piece of sweaty cloth, and then someone roared: "BACK THE FUCK OFF, MOTHERFUCKERS! THERE'S A HURT GIRL HERE!", and after what felt like an eternity, they started to back off long enough for the girl bend back to a natural angle and the medics to pull her out of the pit.

There were four guys (two gay couples from Rio. They were fighting as dirty as I was to get to the rail, but they were so awesome. AND SO CUTE! One of them, the one pratically sharing the same space as me, kept petting his bf's hair and I swear I could've died from the cute) standing on my left and a really tall guy on my right, who'd been there for Dir En Grey. The kid on my left goes: "Honey, we're gonna die now."

He was so. Right.

The techs came to take away DEG's instruments and set up Panic's. When Zack came onstage ppl started to lose their shit. Some girls were actually begging him to save them (i.e.: get'em closer to the rail). It was hilarious, but half a second later the crowd started to push again and I was getting farther and farther from the stage. And I was all: "I CANT BELIVE I WENT THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT AND NOW I WON'T GET TO SEE THEM UP CLOSE. T_____________T". The tall DEG guy on my right took pity on me and was like: "Grab on to me, I'll try to get you in front of me." After some squirming and elbowing (from other ppl against us), he did actually get me pretty close to the stage (and was extra nice as to let me hang on to him, so I wouldnt lose my footing) but I was still somewhat pressed shoulder to shoulder to the kid who'd announced our iminent death. Physics DID not apply last night.

This is where I was standing:

There was literally, like, two ppl in front of me.

Some girls started to scream Ian's name and looked just in time to see him jumping up and down (he was warming up). It was so adorable. LOL. And then we all felt something magical: the first drops of rain!

KID NEXT TO ME: OMG. THAT'S DIVINE INTERVENTION FOR PANIC'S FANS!

And I'll grudgingly admit it took me forever to get the reference. LOL. But I was dying, so. (>.>)

As soon as Brendon bounced to the stage (and I do mean bounced), followed closely by the other guys (who were not bouncing, btw), the crowd just about roared. That was also the convenient second it started to really rain. It was beautiful and I thought I was gonna die from sheer relief.

They sang the first song (I honestly don't remember which one was it.), and then it rained harder. Tall Guy says "Tough break, kid. They might cancel the show.", but they played the entire song and right after that, Brendon grabbed his keyboard set and moved it farther from the edge, helped by some of the sound techs and Zack. They did the same for the mic stands and the show went on. Brendon actually went back to the edge of the stage when the next song started, opened his arms wide up and welcomed the rain hitting him, like that was the best experience for him ever. BEAUTIFUL, YOU GUYS.

Now here's an important note about last night: the other bands were really good. Brazilian crowds are naturally loud and animated (we're a passionate ppl, yo) and all. But NOT ONE. OF THEM drew from the crowd the reaction Panic did. 'Epic' doesn't begin to describe. Not even Evanescence - WHO WERE THE MOTHERFUCKING HEADLINING BAND - managed to cause the sensation Panic did. Everyone was just so into it! Singing every word of every song, screaming whenever Brendon lifted the mic to his mouth to say anything, waving, clapping, screaming the guys' names (including Ian's and Dallon's), and Brendon pretty much looked like he was gonna cry from happiness. *______________________*

The banter was quite interesting. Here's what I remember/was able to hear (I'm not kidding when I tell you the screaming was eardrums-piercing):

BRENDON: I just had my first brazilian caipirinha today.
CROWD: OOOOOOHHHHAAYSKDJSKDAJSAKDJA!!!
BRENDON: And I gotta tell you: way better than the one they make in America.
ME: DAMN RIGHT IT IS! (but he obviously didn't hear it).
BRENDON: And the people are lot more beautiful, too. Really!
CROWD: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!.
BRENDON: This next song is about having too many caipirinhas.
CROWD: *screams*
BRENDON: *moves to his keyboard set* Yeah, this is what happnes when you drink too many caipirinhas.
(the song in question was Nine in the Afternoon)

BRENDON: Is it still raining?.
CROWD: *piss their panties* YEAH!
BRENDON: Fuck! I'm all wet.
CROWD: SIKJDALKSJAKDJALKSDJAKDJALKAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
BRENDON: Hey, speaking of wet. Our next song is pretty much about sex. Also about being betrayed and have a good laugh/time (ppl were screaming so hard, I couldnt really pick up what said after 'good' and then quieted down to let him finish). But it's mostly about sex.
(The song was Lying).

BRENDON: It's really slippery here. I have to be careful, or I'll just slip and fall, and then I'll die. (he did with impersontions of how he might die and all. The kid next to me was like: "AWWWNNN. SO CUTE! *____*)

BRENDON: IM GONNA TELL YOU SOMETHING - AND I SWEAR IM NOT FUCKING LYING - THIS IS OUR BEST SHOW WE EVER PLAYED! WE'VE BEEN PLAYING LIVE FOR FIVE YEARS NOW, AND THIS IS THE BEST! WE'LL DEFINITELY BE COMING BACK, IF YOU'LL HAVE US, FOR SURE! *something I didn't pick up* SÃO PAULO, EU TE AMO! (and the way he said it, guys. You could TELL he was being honest. I was half expecting him to start crying, he actually had stars for eyes)
CROWD: *EPIC SCREAMING*
BRENDON: But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. This is gonna be our last song, I hope you enjoyed it! Stick around for Evanescence (or something along those lines)! We'll be watching them as well!

BRENDON: Who's here for Evanescence?
CROWD: ASKDJASLDJASLDKJASLKDAJSDLAISJDASKDALKDASJKDBASKJGASFKJASHDAJSH!!!!!!!!!!
BRENDON: ...O_o. Wow! =D I don't know their sound, but even I am excited to watch their set!
KID NEXT TO ME: HE'S ~EXCITED!
ME: I KNOW!

BRENDON: When we're done here, we're gonna go out to drink and celebrate. Who's gonna come with us?
CROWD: *obligatory screaming, because. Urie, COME ON.*

But nothing compared to Sins. We were all obviously expecting that song to cause a stronger reaction and everything, but that shit was EPIC! Like, there are dead ancient greeks writing an epic poem about that right about now, I swear!

BRENDON: So possibly... this song might the reason we're over here. This song - I'm just gonna cut right to it, is called I Write Sins, Not Tragedies. I hope you know it.
CROWD: *on top of Brendon's words* *MOTHERFUCKING ROARING GOING ON*

Everyone was singing. The THOUSANDS of ppl there, all of them. EVERYONE was singing every word. I don't think I can describe what that feeling was like. It was a motherfucking spiritual experience, not kidding!

BRENDON: Right here, on my right side, is my buddy Dallon. *inappopriate touching for someone who was going for a casual half hug*
GUY BEHIND ME: DID BRENDON JUST GROPE THAT GUY?!
I had to refrain the urge to twist my head at the breaking point and scream: "DUDE, LEMME TELL YOU A THING OR FIFTY ABOUT BRENDON GROPING DUDES!", but I figured it was worth it.. He introduced everyone else. It was really cute.

The kid next to me was throwing the horns, but I told him to do the hand-heart-shape thing. (I'd seen him do it briefly during Sins, so I figured there were already some people doing the sign)

KID: Why?
ME: JUST DO IT! It's like... their unofficial logo, or something. Because of the 'reivent love thing! (I figured it'd take forever to explain to him the origins of the sign, so I just went with that).

Conveniently, their next song was Mad as Rabbits.

ME: DUDE, THIS IS TIME, OK? WHEN HE SINGS 'WE MUST REIVENT LOVE', YOU THROW THE HEART THING! SPREAD THE WORD!

And then we started to shout it to the ppl around us, and by the time he sang the first 'reinvent love', there were quit some people throwing the hearts. By the second time, Brendon looked so touched, he seemed on the verge of tears AND DID THE HEART THING TOO. THE KID NEXT TO ME AND I ALMOST DIED. IT WAS SO AMAZING!

I wish I could say a lot about the other guys, but my attention was mainly on Brendon. I can tell you that Spencer was as intense as ever, but would only smile whenever Brendon went to him. Which was often. And the smiling was blinding! *___________________*

Ian is fucking awesome. And so is Dallon (except, Dallon seems to suffer from the Ross Disease, and does not have any facial expressions. O_o). They should totally become permanent.

Unfortunately, I didn't take any pics because I didnt want to fuck up my camera. =/

Also: it stopped raining the exact second Panic left the stage, just so you know. ;D

In fewer words: best weekend of my life. I still can't believe it happened to me. It feels so surreal, like it was with someone else. Like I might wake up at any given moment and realize that was it just a dream. I haven't woken up yet. =D (*____________________*)

meme time!

2009-10-27T05:34:16Z

So, erraticonstilts was kind enough to humor me and asked for Gerard.

1. Choose a picture of the funniest face on your person:

That amuses me for a thousand different reasons. LOL

2. Choose a picture of your person eating.

This totally counts. He's drinking something. It can be considered 'feeding himself', or something.

3. Choose a picture of your person with an animal

THIS ONE SHOULD COUNT TOO, BECAUSE THERE SIMPLY AREN'T ANY PICTURES OF GERARD WITH ANIMALS. NONE. WHATSOEVER.

Seriously. There aren't any pictures of me with animals either, d'you know why? Cause I detest animals/pets. Something you wanna confess, Way?

4. Choose a picture of your person with a member of the opposite sex

It's okay to sigh happily and flail like a baby seal. That picture causes that. ♥ them.

5. Choose a picture where you would have sex with this person

Wow, this was a hard one, because I just wouldn't have sex with Gerard. I've said it before, I get the appeal. I know he's attractive and stuff, but he just doesn't do it for me. There's probably something wrong with my brain. =/

BUT. If I absolutely had to choose (which is the case), maybe this one:

He looks mischievous. And also like he's watching/reading porn. So. Maybe? lol

Also:

Cause he looks like a really hot girl smoking.

6. Choose a picture of your favorite outfit on this person

I have a few! Gerard likes to dress up so much, sometimes it's hard to tell which era is the best. The priest thing, though? Something I approve of VERY hard! I wish it'd go back. =/

I also like the ~rocker outfit. It totally suits him.

The Professor Way costume is also a favorite!

And the skeleton pjs. God, I want one for myself. *______*

7. Choose a picture of your person smiling

Gerard is a badass punk dude, and he wants you to remember that, k?

8. Choose a picture of your person half/naked

THAT MOTHERFUCKER LAYERS TOO MUCH. WTF, GEE WAY? You're not the fat kid in school anymore, stop hiding under a gazillion shirts/vests/hoodies.

This was the most I got:

(hahahahaha... the pink undies!)

9. Choose a picture of your person doing an outdoor activity

10. Choose your favorite picture of this person

Don't you wanna pinch his cheeks? *____________*

nothing rhymes with boredom

2009-04-02T22:15:10Z

(...no, wait. It does. *shrugs* Oh, well. I'm sure something rhymes with circus too. Like...ficus. >.>)

SO. What does a new make-up kit + a new camera gets you?

That's right.

LOL, me.

bittersweetrick @ 2008-11-06T12:35:00

2008-11-06T15:05:31Z

I'm not even gonna pretend I know what's going in the US, politics-wise, but I just wanted to say that if Prop 8 actually gets approved (has it been approved already? Idek), my faith in humanity will drop to -45. And I'm not even kidding about this.

I dont think anyone has to be okay with sexual diversity, because, for some people, that is quite a strange notion. That doesn't mean, however, that those people incapable of comprehending alternative ways to experience love/lust have the right to dictate how others can or can't demonstrate their love.

If two people of the same sex want to be miserable for the rest of their lives by getting married (needless to say, I'm not a marriage-fan, but if other people are brave enough to dive into that, I say they should have the right to do so.), why can't they, regardless of their gender?

Intolerant homophobes of the world:

STOP HIDING BEHIND THAT BOOK AND BACK UP YOUR OWN ARGUMENTS.

If you say you're actually acting on God's behalf, then I suggest you close that old-ass book, and ask yourself if what you're doing really is His will.

Paraphrasing QAF here:

"If God is perfect and makes no mistakes, and he made you a queer, then he meant for you to be like that."
(really shitty paraphrasing here, but I remembered the essence, so that's what counts.)

After nearly four years of sharing whatever space they were given to live with Brendon, Spencer was used to waking up to strange noises and thumps. For someone so tiny, Brendon was impressively clumsy.

Which, of course, did not prepare him for that particular morning.

He'd barely closed his eyes - or so it felt -, when he felt the mattress dip a little and something heavy fall on his chest. Said something also thought it was a good idea to shake him awake.

"Spppeeeeeeeeeeeennncceeeerrrr!" A dark-haired little boy, with big brown eyes and a squeaky voice whined. "Wake uuuuuppppp! Look!" The kid yanked the tiny bus-curtain open and painful, bright daylight hit Spencer right in the face. He suddenly had a craving for murder. "It's sunny already!"

He grabbed the kid by his middle and tried to sit up on his bunk. The light and the killer headache (honest-to-god, last time he was ever gonna let Ryan talk them into smoking up until 4hAM) were making it more difficult, but he managed it. Sort of.

A bit annoyed and in a lot of pain, Spencer had initially planned to ask at least seven thousand different questions and demand full explanations (ok, maybe not full, since. You know. The hang over. But the point remains), however, now that he stared into those huge, expectant puppy eyes, it occurred to him that it was just a child. In their bus. On his lap, to be more especific.

What the fuck was a kid doing in their bus?!

"...er. Say, buddy. Who are you with?"

The kid giggled so loud, Spencer was sure he was skull had split in half. "With you, dummy!"

Ok, he deserved that one. "No, I meant. Who brought you here?"

"Zack! And Wyan, and Jon and you!"

It was too fucking early for this shit. "No, I meant--"

"Come on, Spenceerr! I'm hungry." He pushed Spencer's hands away from him and jumped off the bunk. "I want pancakes, and waffles, and chocolate chips and pb&j wiches!"

Before Spencer could begin to process that request, the kid was already at their small kitchen, grabbing a chair.

~~~
"What do you mean 'it's Brendon'?" Jon asked for the tenth time, watching a scene he'd hoped he never would: a pre-schooler kid attacking a pile of chocolate-covered pancakes on their couch.

"I mean it's Brendon. Toddlerfied." Ryan replied, perfectly flat, as he ripped a few pages of notebook. "Just roll with it. Pete told me the same happened to Frank Iero once and he came back to normal before anyone noticed." He picked a pen from his backpocket and set them both near Brendon. "Seeing as it's Brendon we're talking about, I doubt anyone will see a difference."
.

;

I beg my flist for a huge favor

2008-07-25T13:41:16Z

Guys, I know I'm worst flister ever, but I really need your help right now.

As you all know, I'm a hardcore Panic at the Disco fan and would basically KILL to see them play live. ~~Ticketmaster~~ has a poll up in its main page asking what international band would the visitors like to see? Panic is among them, BUT. Maroon5 is leading the votes. And it's killing my soul.

I'm BEGGING (yes, begging. I'm past the point of dignity) everyone in my flist to go over there and vote for Panic as much as they can.

PATIENCE IS THE KEY, APPARENTLY.

Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle

2008-06-17T12:37:46Z



		I will marry Shane Vandéz.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in French countryside in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 29 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Gray Mini van.
		I will spend my days as a Hooker, and live happily ever after.

Meme'ing! (again)

2008-06-15T17:29:11Z

Tagged by:

1. Go to your desktop and press the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key).
2. Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and doing a Paste (CTRL + V).
3. Post the picture on your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop if you want. You can explain why you prefer such a look or why it is full of icons. Things like that.

Obviously:

It used to be Brendon, for the longest time. But I can't resist Spencer's smile. So. There.

=D

I tag whoever wants to do this.

Homophobia sux.

2007-06-07T15:13:32Z

Just because I'm pissed off at society.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

I am the gay male student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year, because I told my teachers that I was gay. One said that I was going to hell the other wanted to cure me.

I am the person that can not act/be themselves in fear of what others will think of me and if they will accept me.

I am your best friend, the same person you grew up with, and told your secrets to. The person you can't talk to anymore, because my partner is a woman.

I am your daughter and best friend, the girl you raised and loved. Now you wont talk to me because I shattered your dreams of ever having children, and you're afraid of how to tell your friends about me and not be embarrassed.

I am the person, with the same fears, hurts, needs and wants as you. I bleed, I breathe, I understand, I Live...With our hearts open and our eyes closed we are all the same people. Living life the best way we know how, with what we have been given.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

Really cool personal test.

2007-05-23T02:41:08Z

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

Hey, what do you know? I post HP stuff too.

2007-05-16T19:58:32Z

...and which lesser Harry Potter character are you?

Awwwnnn! I loved this one, because, even though I hate Snape...I have to say that my het heart has always been on Lilly&Snape! (I'm pretty sure that James was a cool guy, and he died for his family and all, but he most definitely got cheated on a lot. James/Lilly shippers BACK OFF! I know you didnt like to read that, BUT DEAL WITH IT!)

Need I say more?? *lol*

Gay Rights

2006-12-05T13:41:50Z

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "GayRights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this.Thanks.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

------

In English:

Society is drowning in it's own hypocrisy for centuries, now. We live in a world where it seems correct to judge and condemn people based on they wear, look, live or date. We seat in our thrones of lies built with the media and Churche's help, and gladly accept the false and prejudice concepts they puke at us.

Fight homophobia. Stand up for what is right, and ignore what you hear on T.V., on church or from your parents. We're part of a new generation. We can only hope it'll be a generation willing to embrace diversity. Hopefully, a more tolerant generation.

This prejudice can't go on. It's up to you to stop it.

Em português:

A sociedade está se afogando em sua própria hipocrisia por anos. Nós vivemos num mundo em que parece correto julgar e condenar pessoas beaseados no que elas vestem, em sua aparência, onde vivem ou com quem saem. Nós nos sentamos nos nossos tronos de mentiras, construídos com a ajuda da mídia e as Igrejas, e aceitamos de bom grado os falsos e discriminatórios conceitos que eles vomitam para nós.

Lute contra a homofobia. Defenda o que é de fato correto, e ignore o que você ouve na T.V., na igreja ou dos seus pais. Nós somos parte de uma nova geração. Só podemos esperar que seja uma geração disposta a aceitar a diversidade. Esperamos que seja uma geração mais tolerante.

Essa discriminação não pode continuar. Cabe à você dar um basta à isso.

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