I lust after androids

I wrote something! And I like it! \o/? This is hopefully the first part in a series :)

Title: Howling At The Moon, Or, How Mike Wasn't A Total Cliché, Thank You Very Much Tyson
Author: Lullula
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mike/Chris
Warnings: Mention of intense pain off-screen, RPF
Summary: Mike's a werewolf. Mostly that involves snuggle piles in the back lounge and occasionally handing out advice to techs on Warped tour.
Notes: Very kindly beta'd by xaritomene, cheerleading by xrysomou

( Mike breathed in deep, filling his lungs with woodland air. )

I promise I will post about something sensible soon (like skirts, which I still have opinions on). I have thoughts and shit. I'm just really lazy about making a worthwhile post! D8

So! Not-so-worthwhile things:

I have done a mix for zombiebang, but it was really difficult to do since I haven't read the fic and also, wow, I found the cover hard to do! This was the first one, which I admit still amuses me BUT IT'S REALLY BAD, so I redid it into this one, which is a tad better. IDK, I'm just bad at this shit, I guess. Here's the tracklisting, which I did so like, half is "AIEEE ZOMBIES" and the other half is "I REALLY REALLY HATE YOU LET ME IN YOUR PANTS". I really hope it fits the fic ok, BUT I HAVE DOUBTS.

I have such a serious serious craving to write Gabe/Billviam/Travie. I really want a massive Bandom!Food Network AU, where everyone has their own show and shit, and Bill is basically Nigella Lawson, except male and svelte. I won't write it because I basically hate my writing, but I think I would pay to see others do it.

In totally other news, my body is basically falling to pieces and I am a fucking biohazardous wreck. Ugh.

I deleted my Facebook, because I was sick of looking at it and seeing "Us middle-class whiteys are so oppressed!" posts. Everyone I really care about, I have other means of communication with, so whatever. I miss having another site to check on in boredom, but I have Tumblr, which updates crazy fast, so I'm ok~

Both Evans and New Look have been majorly disappointing lately. Half their shit looks so bad, and the one thing I liked in Evans, Mum said clinged too much to my back fat, so I had to put it back before I sobbed like a fucking child in the changing rooms. IDEK what it is about changing rooms, but they put me on edge and wreck my mood.

In good news - I bought Gym Class Heroes' As Cruel As School Children, Paloma Faith's Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful, Marilyn Manson's Lest We Forget, Travie McCoy's Lazarus, The Academy Is... Fast Times At Barrington High and Florence And The Machine's Lungs. I like to think this makes my tastes ecclectic and interesting, rather than influenced solely by fanfic, nostalgia and daytime music tv. *so lame*

And that's it! I swear I will come back and be interesting at some point!

_{Oh! New LJ layout - so pretty!}