andwhoareyousweetheart: (Default) I won't be.

Hello there, new people. I'll most likely add you back if you comment on this post, allowing you to see things like my rougher writing, things I've found on the internet that I like, and my day to day ramblings.

If you're looking for anything I may have written, you can find that here.

If you're looking for my recommendation list, you can find that here.

Much love,

nighttimerains :D
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I figured I'd start a personal tumblr, one where I can rant and rave and fawn over band-boys, so if you want to follow, here you go. Also, if you're wondering why I'm not following you with this account, it's because this blog is a sub-blog of lettersmakethewords, and I can't follow anyone with this new one. It just won't let me. I love you all, and I'm still reading your posts, I just can't follow you twice.

Happy blogging! :D
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Joe Trohman 2)
Title: There Goes My Hero (He's Ordinary) - (1/2)
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Pairing: Joe/OC
POV: Third person (Joe centric)
Summary: "You could," he starts, before he nervously clears his throat and begins again. "You could come to my place."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: Because I am a silly, ridiculous suck for Joe!fic, here's part one of the two-part in-between-quel that I wrote. This takes place right when they first start dating (and, importantly, before they sleep together). Title from "My Hero" by Foo Fighters, cut text from "Vegas" by All Time Low. Inspiration for awkward morning scenes to come from the awesome [ profile] drowninginlethe and an AIM conversation that I saved the transcript of so I could go back and be inspired and laugh outrageously. Thanks for being my tramp(oline) ;)

I would've married you in Vegas had you given me the chance to say I do. )
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Fall Out Boy)
I made more icons. IDEK, you guys. Should I even keep making them? Are they at all decent? (Also I almost definitely didn't steal the text for #19 from something [ profile] drowninginlethe once said. Nope. Nopenope, not at all.



Hiding here! )
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Fall Out Boy)
Title: Believe Me, It's Easy To Scream When You're Bleeding
Rating: PG-13 (for language, mild violence, and discussion of attempted suicide)
Pairing: General (vague Patrick/Pete)
POV: Third Person (Pete centric)
Summary: Pete vaguely remembers a blind, misguided sort of wishing for his reason for fighting.  And then he remembers nothing at all.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: Just a story I wrote to cure my writer's-block - apparently since Joe!fic is completed my brain feels no need to be creative whatsoever. I don't know how good this is, but it might be part of a master plan. We shall see. This is based heavily on events that occurred involving Pete that we, quite honestly, know nothing about. For evidence/an explanation of such events, just ask me in the comments what the hell it is I'm rambling about, and I'll link you to the entries on Pete's blog that explain these things. Long story short, he got beat up badly, and has never told us how/why/whatthehellevenPeter. This is my version of what might have happened that night, and in the days/weeks following. It came out a little Patrick/Pete ship-y, but not too bad - just consider it misplaced Patrick/Pete BFF angsting. The only other thing I feel I should add is that J-Mont, someone mentioned in this, is an MTV reporter notorious for writing mostly-gossiping articles about our Fall Out Boy. I would be glad to discuss his authenticity as a real person and/or my opinions on him in the comments as well. These scenes are in no order. And, finally, the title and cut text are taken from the demo version of Hedley's "Saturday". (Holy hell this breaks my personal record for "Longest A/N Ever". I apologize.)

But hey, it's just another Saturday. )
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Title: Every Time I Watch You, My Mind Is Racing, And My Breath I Lose (I'm Hooked)
Rating: PG-13 (for language and sexuality)
Pairing: Josh Ramsay/Other
POV: Third Person (Josh centric)
Summary: Plus, okay, Josh is really horny, alright?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: My long in the making Marianas Trench fic. Loosely based on the Halloween concert I went to, which featured Marianas Trench, The New Cities, Carly Rae Jepsen, and The Mission District. All you need to know is that Josh dressed up as Little Bo Peep. Hence the dress. A huge thank you for this goes out to [ profile] drowninginlethe for her prodding, beta-ing, and general MT-lovin' awesomeness. Also to the whole of my f-list, pretty much just for putting up with me. Love y'all <3 Title and cut-text belong to The New Cities ("Looks Minus Substance", specifically).

I'll be charming to the masses, looks minus substance )
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Joe!fic has been completed, and I feel highly mixed. The main reason for this post is to say: look at my pretty new layout. Isn't it gorgeous? My journal title/sub-title are different now too - while it's no longer just plain "something radiates", I'll never use anything other than lyrics from that song.

Joe!fic to be updated tomorrow. I'm so sad to see it go :( But at the same time, I know this is right.

andwhoareyousweetheart: (Patrick and Pete)
Title: It Started With A Handgun (Loaded With Excuses)
Rating: PG-13 (for language and discussion of attempted suicide)
Pairing: General
POV: Third Person (Pete centric)
Summary: “Grow up,” Pete says, as much to himself as to Patrick. “You’re such a filthy fucking liar.”
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: I honestly didn't try to write this. Pete has just seemed so lonely lately, and this... Happened. Title and cut text by Marianas Trench.

My shiny side down, hey, burning brighter still )
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Patrick and Pete)

...Holly's gonna rant now. )

So, this blog is long and meandering and makes little sense. But honestly, please, explain it to me, if you can. Explain to me why you hate Pete Wentz, if you do. Explain to me why you're better than him, if you think you are.

Because I just. Don't. Get it.

And things like this are why, even if the front row hates you, the kids out on the lawn are giving their hearts in exchange for yours.
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I'm writing a few random words. Once a day, every day. So I don't lose any minuscule amount of talent I might have.

Follow if you'd like <3
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Joe Trohman)
Title: Love Like Burning
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Pairing: Past Joe/OC
POV: Third person (OC centric)
Summary: She can't do a damn thing without him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: Coda to "It's Rare, But It Sometimes Happens". Just a moment in Holly's life, and a memory. I don't know, you guys. My brain won't stop. Song fic to "Not Ready To Make Nice" by The Dixie Chicks. Yes, I used The Dixie Chicks lyrics. Yes, I'm going to fandom hell. Cut text by Fall Out Boy. Oh, and take the lyrics at more than face value. They're going to seem to contradict the story, but you have to decide for yourself who each lyric/line is referring to. There's some for Joe, and some for Patrick, and some for Holly herself. Because it's just not the same if you don't work to decipher it, too :P

Also, I've missed you all <3

Take our tears, put 'em on ice. )
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Patrick and Pete)
Title: Between The Li(n)es
Rating: R (for sexual content, language, and discussion of self-harm)
Pairing: Patrick/OC
POV: Third person (Patrick centric)
Summary: (He's also pretending he's not heading for her apartment.  Because he isn't.  He might end up there, accidentally, but.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: Coda to "So It's Not Hard To Fall (When You Float Like A Cannonball)" from "It's Rare, But It Sometimes Happens". What Patrick was doing while Joe and Holly had a moment in a grocery store. This is the first thing I've managed to write in a couple of weeks, so hopefully it's not too horrible. Inspired by several lines in "Wuthering Heights".

And while you were sleeping, I was sleeping around. )
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Patrick and Pete)
Fall Out Boy is apparently trying really hard to make us fans cry. The booklet that comes with Believers Never Die has notes by all of them. Original scans are here, but because their handwriting gives you a headache to decipher (especially Andy and Joe's, good lord), some person has kindly done it for you. I tried to catch all typos but I might have missed some.

Andy - Take This To Your Grave )

Pete - From Under the Cork Tree )

Patrick - Infinity on High )

Joe - Folie a Deux )


And if that wasn't enough, every fan who entered their name at the beginning of shennanigans was written in here.

So, in conclusion, FOB clearly rocks our socks. And, as one ICHer commented, "It's unfair to other bands that this band has four perfect and awesome members." Or words nothing like that, but which mean the same thing.

Oh, and it's so cliche, but...


(Lawd, I am cheesy tonight. Sorry :/)

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I absolutely love this one. I know my title is hard to see in front of the banner, but I don't care. I kinda like how it looks, actually.

Oh, and disclaimer: banner by Justin A. Thompson :)

Icon Dump

Nov. 13th, 2009 07:58 pm
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So, I've been trying my hand at this making icons thing. And probably failing, but... Hopefully you'll enjoy?


andwhoareyousweetheart: (Patrick and Pete)
Title: Wide Asleep In City Lights
Rating: PG-13 (for language, sexual themes)
Pairing: General (vague Pete/Patrick)
POV: Third person (Pete centric)
Summary: But he's alone on this empty road, as alone as you can be in a bus of people who are as much each other as they are themselves.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: I've always wanted to write insomnia fic.  I don't know how well I did, but I hope it's alright. This was written in a bout of my own insomnia, so thoughts could be very blurry.  The lines about Pete and Patrick marrying just to be life partners were inspired by similar lines [ profile] worldonstringer wrote. I'm sorry I stole it, bb. Title, cut text, and lyrics used are taken from "Hypertronic Superstar" by The New Cities.

That's what you hurt for, another encore. )
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So, I'm breaking down. Here is a temporary list of the best bandom fanfic I've found on LJ. I'll be updating this as more genius is found *nods*

Under a cut so your f-lists don't break )

~Work In Progress~
(If you have written or read a fic that I should read and add, link it in the comments. I'm always looking for new fic to love <3)
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'Tis a list of my fic. Enjoy <3

Click the link. You know you want to. )
andwhoareyousweetheart: (Fall Out Boy)
Title: Smiles Like Ritalin
Rating: PG-13 (for language and discussion of attempted suicide)
Pairing: General (vague Pete/Patrick)
POV: Third Person (Pete centric)
Summary: Pete can’t believe his ticket to the big time came in the form of a stupid, young, perfect boy with the initials “PMS”, but it has.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: This probably shouldn't see the light of day. Short, angsty drabble. Also not very good, in my opinion, but... *shrugs* (Title and cut text by Marianas Trench.)

One more hit and you’ll get better, tinfoil, cigarettes, it's not okay. )
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Title: Tripping The Light Fantastic
POV: Third person
Summary: It's cold out, but he's used to it.  Not much phases him, now.
Disclaimer: This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: Based on this [ profile] heavy_lights prompt. Totally improvised original. Not fantastic, just a drabble, but it's short and angsty (you shouldn't be surprised, lol). Also, you guys should join [ profile] heavy_lights. Great prompt community.

Don't forget to tell everyone that I'm not coming back. )


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