tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52950800144674000792024-02-18T20:43:15.426-05:00The Ultimate Frerard Rec ListUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295080014467400079.post-74730714373289061892014-11-05T23:57:00.000-05:002014-11-06T00:06:24.906-05:00UpdateFor those that may have not yet realized (for whatever reason), the rec list moved to <a href="http://theultimatefrerardreclist.tumblr.com/">http://theultimatefrerardreclist.tumblr.com/</a>. I'm debating whether or not to take the blogspot down, I might do it in a month or two. There is currently a new admin on tumblr so she might keep up with posting fics better than I ever did. So yeah, just so it's clear, I'm never updating here again so all future question will be ignored, sorry. Thank you guys for the support over the years (even though I didn't deserve it) and I hope you enjoy the tumblr blog that will (hopefully) continue being updated.<br />
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I'm not updating right now because my grades aren't doing so good. I'll try to update when I can. =[Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295080014467400079.post-14067871120523923252011-09-19T20:23:00.007-04:002012-05-18T19:57:06.050-04:00==> Answer that poll.Please vote. I would explain but I'm trying to figure out why I haven't drowned in this tsunami of homework.<br />
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@Anon (#2) It's totally fine to put comments anywhere, I'll get notified no matter what. I am definitely planning on putting up a Killjoy section, but the rec list is currently on pause right now because HOLY FUDGE, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY TEACHERS?! So much work T_T. If the knowledge of this makes it any better, I plan on spending my entire winter break adding stories and editing stuff. So just hang tight guys, you'll be getting new recs before you know it! =D </div>
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@Spencer Hehe, oh you~ I was actually asking people about it because I'm considering moving this to tumblr. It might be easier to manage stuff (and I may be kind of in love with the ask button). Tumblr confuses the hell out of me though, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. So, you think I should do it? I think I should, but I want to hear everyone's opinion too.</div>
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@Anon How odd, I never noticed that page was missing... <strike>The story you're looking for isn't there but you can </strike>(<a href="http://mychemicalslash.livejournal.com/2744863.html">FOUND IT!</a>) still go check out Other AU.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295080014467400079.post-42135424455735928672011-06-10T13:17:00.000-04:002011-06-10T13:17:16.887-04:00Surprise!!!Today is the first day of my Summer Vacation! School is over! No more homework, no exams, no staying after school for long periods of time because my mother doesn't get off till three, and no more waking up early!!! I'm so happy! XD<br />
So, to celebrate, I'm going to put up some more pages for you guys to go through, you have the whole freaking summer to read! I really hope you guys enjoy your summer vacation, go out, have fun, and get some freaking sunlight! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Lord knows I'm being forced to. >_></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9031120/tumblr_ljykjaRrXq1qev0lx_large.jpg?1303410934" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9031120/tumblr_ljykjaRrXq1qev0lx_large.jpg?1303410934" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">When we first arrived there, it about 5:30 and there was already a huge line. Almost everyone was dressed in black and talking excitedly about the show. You would think that standing in line for two hours would be boring, but I kinda enjoyed it. We could even hear Gerard singing with the band doing sound check. It was also pretty hot out, go figure. It wasn’t that bad though, just in the 80s or something. It gets to be around 100 degrees down here in South Florida during the summer. We were given free Snapple because seriously, who would pay $4 for a bottle of water? My mom and I even started talking to this girl and her mom (sister?) about all the weird people showing up. The Highlighter Lady was my favorite. There was this chick dressed completely in neon. Seriously, she looked like a snow cone. Her hair was cut short and dyed a bright yellow at the bottom and bright blue at the top. Her top was a blinding pink and I can’t really remember the rest. I tried not to stare.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10134446/tumblr_llirm9tHuz1qd3kofo1_500_large.jpg?1306368719" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10134446/tumblr_llirm9tHuz1qd3kofo1_500_large.jpg?1306368719" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> And of course at every rock show, there is bound to be at least one scary person with crazy piercings. There were a couple of people at the concert with piercing, but this one girl seriously scared the shit out of me. She had them all over her face, on her eyebrows, her nose, and her lips. But that wasn’t the worse part. I could have dealt with facial piercings, stare for a couple of seconds and forget about it later. But no, she was wearing a really short shirt showing her off stomach….... that was covered in piercings. And I’m not talking about a belly button ring, that was probably the only part of her that wasn’t pierced. I’m talking all over her sides. Not only that, but we overheard her talking to some people about her piercings. She had apparently done them herself. That would kind explain why they looked all red and infected. I was afraid that if I gave her one wrong look, she would pull out one of those freakish needles and stab me in the eye ( She later ended up throwing up on someone while crowd surfing).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqH-QFqCSPUvb8hLUpb7NgfJFvaiNnLBmLC0rYwYZUpeTZZtAeunSWYCPSKD6PmBV01pezqu8L7BinygdI0LJcZFSNg2LdV8z-AggN1_NfCFUABKbYUc1SMqlo_a6HbZj3ssHFhmezbZHI/s1600/tumblr_lidjqxwEXv1qce332o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqH-QFqCSPUvb8hLUpb7NgfJFvaiNnLBmLC0rYwYZUpeTZZtAeunSWYCPSKD6PmBV01pezqu8L7BinygdI0LJcZFSNg2LdV8z-AggN1_NfCFUABKbYUc1SMqlo_a6HbZj3ssHFhmezbZHI/s1600/tumblr_lidjqxwEXv1qce332o1_500.gif" style="cursor: move;" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> In the middle of a game of I Spy with the girl ( I never got her name ]= ) and our moms, my cousin calls to ask about the show. Then this random this random dude comes to us and starts talking to us about his band. I was really confused at this point. My head was in a mess with trying to say bye to my cousin, listen to a recording of the band, and trying to guess what was orange and round (the maroone thing on the building behind us). Moving on, so I listened to the CD and I really liked it. The girl’s mom bought it for me (because she was so cool) and I got it signed by the guy. His name was Kevin and he was the guitarist of </span><a href="http://transmitnowmusic.com/"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">Transmit Now</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">. The bassist, Lee, also came by and signed our CDs. Apparently the rest of the band was up in Orlando doing some more promoting or something. You should really go listen to them, I love their song </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hc7T0ColeU8"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">Issues</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"> After hours in the sun and being patted down by the guards, we were let in. At the beginning, I was behind a railing that was pretty far from the stage, but somehow by the time the second supporting act came on, I was four rows way from the stage. Let me tell you something. The pit is freaking hardcore. I was dying of thirst. I could literally taste the staleness of dehydration in my mouth. I felt like puking and passing out. At some point the security guards squirted water out of a bottle at us. I probably only got a few drops on my tongue, but I felt A LOT better afterwards.</span><br />
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</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyT3M53DZyVVX4JszEQRksDwJOdt2F4ycGGHV6tzBTm9BT1Q6AtNWX3t9woCHVIw3RPZlwIR1tb5F9ba4RIUSRzxIi6KTkLSln24JFE6KVHj-FoUdke87LbTgUWjl5fB7letArWFCT7lV/s1600/msg-129252350078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyT3M53DZyVVX4JszEQRksDwJOdt2F4ycGGHV6tzBTm9BT1Q6AtNWX3t9woCHVIw3RPZlwIR1tb5F9ba4RIUSRzxIi6KTkLSln24JFE6KVHj-FoUdke87LbTgUWjl5fB7letArWFCT7lV/s400/msg-129252350078.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="266" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> I was trampled three times in the pit . The first and third weren’t all that bad. Someone usually pulled me back up as quickly as I had been sucked down. I love how the MCRmy helps each other out like that. The second time had scared the living shit out of me. I suppose it was kind of my fault, but my mother would have killed me if I lost my shoe. I got down to try and find it, but after I did I couldn’t get back up. People kept falling all over me and I started to have a panic attack. I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow but I don’t really think anyone heard me over the music. I really thought I was going to die. Luckily, the people around me told everyone to back up to let me get up. They were probably getting sick of saving me XP. When I got back up, I could have sworn Gerard was staring at me for about two seconds. I’m pretty sure I was close enough for him to see me so it’s not completely impossible. I was literally two rows away from the stage. He might have been just wondering why I looked like a dying fish.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> By the end of the concert I was sore and soaking wet with my sweat, dude sweat, and God knows what else. On our way back home, we stopped by McDonalds to get reasonably priced water but ended up leaving because this random black dude, who had to be absolutely high, stood in front of our car and looked like he was trying to talking to a pole. He then started to dance.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9206568/tumblr_limszraHZI1qh0bwno1_500_large.png?1303850606" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9206568/tumblr_limszraHZI1qh0bwno1_500_large.png?1303850606" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> When we got home I drank a gallon of water, took a shower, and checked for any serious injuries. I had bruises all over my body. They were all over my legs, arms, chest, and even my throat from people trying to elbow me out of the way. I could barely walk the next day but my mother still made me go to school, clearly she is insane. They’re mostly gone now, they don’t hurt either.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Regardless of any of the crap that happened that night, it weirdly made the night ten times better.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">Overall, that was the best night of my life. I can’t wait to do it again in September. XD<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10193192/tumblr_llvi3lMzt31qasseto1_500_large.jpg?1306532313" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10193192/tumblr_llvi3lMzt31qasseto1_500_large.jpg?1306532313" style="cursor: move;" width="310" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">So the reason I’m posting this just now is because my mom wouldn’t take me to get the pictures developed.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">But now they’re <a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/lady_of_halos/gallery/0000b8q4">here</a>! =D<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">But they aren’t really that good >_><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">Clearly photography isn’t my calling and I should just stick to what I do best…..whatever that may be.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">QUICK EDIT</span>: Oh, and I've got a little surprise for you guys coming up in a few weeks.......</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295080014467400079.post-84647435690249235822011-03-19T02:52:00.002-04:002011-04-17T15:11:05.090-04:00Hi Guys!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just wanted to let you guys know that I actually AM adding stories to the site. I'm not sure if you notice or not but I just wanted you to know I wasn't bullshitting you. I'm also gonna add some more pages, including an 'other' page because seriously, there are some fics out there that just refuse to be categorized and I'm not going to tear apart my brain trying to find a place to stuff it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, I love comments. Seriously, if I had no comments whatsoever on here, I wouldn't have even thought twice on abandoning this. A little while ago I got another and my face almost cracked from my smile. Comment about anything. Seriously, you could suggest a fic you like, or point out something wrong on the site like a broken link or a story that's in the wrong place. You could even rant about that jackass who cut you off in traffic today or whatever (you can tell I don't get out much T_T).</span><br />
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<div><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgx65xdtXS1qeesreo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgx65xdtXS1qeesreo1_500.gif" style="display: block; height: 375px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /></a>And if for any reason you can't comment on here, just leave your comment <a href="http://frankxgerard.webstarts.com/">here</a>!<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">EDIT:</span> I FIXED THE COMMENT THING.....maybe.... you let me know.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295080014467400079.post-77905088904039209112010-08-31T20:51:00.003-04:002011-03-01T18:12:06.242-05:00Update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Lately I haven't been all that into Frerard so I don't think I will be updating anymore, <b>BUT</b> if you have a story you would like me to add onto the the site I will gladly post it. I've heard that one of the reasons people haven't been commenting that much was because they needed to get an account to do it, therefore it was to much of a hassle. So I'm putting up a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> <a href="http://s2.webstarts.com/frankxgerard/index.html">link</a> that you can go to and comment the link of the story you might want me to post on the site. It could be your own story or one that you would just like to recommend. </span></s></span><br />
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