Dune "Sunshine" & OTBT "Provo"

experiments in venturing out in public

Our bud bluesbell guest-djed at the Cosmic Comic Café's hidden superhero/werewolf night-time personality(?) which is apparently known as Club Noaptea last night (where vierasesine is an actual non-guest dj: I asked and she said it's her day - well, night - job). It was fun even though, as a sufferer from social anxiety who also took like 900mg of ibuprofen yesterday for cramps, I was even less disposed to appreciate large crowds of people than usual.

The great thing about Cosmic is that it's full of goths ("We're not goths, we're eeeeemos!") and hipsters, though, and I had more fun mocking them ("Nice black gauze flower scrunchy, dude") and occasionally engaging in genuine appreciation ("Whoa, check out this chick's white satin corset and ballerina tutu") than I typically have in a month of Sundays on the street. (Don't let this mislead you into thinking I like it enough to go when Bell isn't djing, though. I've only been there 3 times, and I've lived in Finland 5 years.)

Hilarimazing and awfularious items of clothing glimpsed last night included:

• One girl wearing an actualfax white contact in only one eye


• The dude who looked just like my Uncle Taum Who Doesn't Eat Cooked Food, ie sort of like a more horsey-faced Peter Stormare with an ass-long limp blond ponytail, who was also dressed in a long black leather trench and aforementioned black gauze flower scrunchy


• A chick wearing a red and black tutu, a black cotton blouse, and a white satin corset. And she was hot. (waxjism: Hey, she could be going to an Emilie Autumn concert dressed like that! cimorene: Nah, her skirt's too long. EA fans prefer pantslessness.)


• Some hipsters straight out of an American Apparel ad, complete with weirdly high-waisted jeans, crocheted crop-top sweater, floppy knitted beret, silly black buckle-laden sneakerboots


• More than 50% of the male population with long (and, because this is Finland, sad and limp, except where it was in dreads) hair


• A very skinny guy wearing some Extreme Pants that were so extreme they were more like a divided skirt covered in bondage straps and zippers, along with a waistcoat with the two points in the front long enough that I mistook them for an apron from the side


• A girl wearing some awesome knee-high black lace-up granny boots


• More fishnets than you could shake a fish at


• A chick in a brown velveteen frock coat with ribbon corseting in the back


• More leather trenchcoats than I have ever before noticed in one place, including two Emilie Autumn gigs


• A bunch of fools slipping around in their Converses on the ripply sheets of ice, trying to look cool while smoking cigarettes in their skinny jeans

Although you know, weirdly, it was almost worth it for the beverages. I didn't want to drink any alcohol in case it upset my stomach, so I had cocoa, but they cover their cocoa in whipped topping and chocolate sprinkles there, which is an A++ idea. I would looooove to top my sugary hot beverage with whipped topping and chocolate sprinkles every day, but then, maybe it would seem less special that way.

plebefic headers: A garden party has Gibbs wanting more.

1. Summary: Spencer can’t understand why Jon Walker—OMG!—asked him out. So he rejected the quarterback. Maybe he did that because his best friend, Hayley Williams, is Jon’s big fans. You know, I’m-not-a-backstabber-and-straight thing. But then he can’t understand why suddenly he falls in love with Tom Conrad, who is Jon’s best friend. Maybe that’s because Tom insisted that he’s beautiful. Soon, Spencer finds himself indulging with Tom’s past; his secrets and fears. Can Spencer mend Tom? Will he win over a dead girl? But the question is; does Tom want to be saved?



2. Warning: need to get your heart ready…>_<



3. A/N: A garden party has Gibbs wanting more. [Once awakened, that hunger for dahlias just can't be satiated.]



4. Summary: "You and fucking Bill. Like anorexic hippies. Did you know he's started wearing a peace sign necklace?



5. Author's Notes: A rather belated Valentine's Day fic that follows Jon and Stephen through a year's time as Jon quests to show Stephen their love is not bound by commercialized holidays.