I want to be the official nerd porn auteur...

I need fic.... lovely, lovely Spangel fic that may or may not involve the bathing of Spike. *dies* I've been on a caffeine-fueled punk bender for the last 30 hours to try and drown out the ambient techno/screaming-bongo-hippie shite that's been blasted from the commons near my apartment. It's called "Spring Fling" where anyone with a tamborine can perform from last night 'til Sunday night. I thought at first, "What a neat idea!" ... until I found out that it lasts all day and all night... nonstop. I was looking forward to a quiet weekend at home, but now I feel like Lestat in Interview with the Vampire, screaming, "THAT NOISE! We've been stuck here for weeks with NOTHING BUT THAT NOISE!!!" In retaliation, I've had headphones plastered to my head blasting punk rock to send my partial deafness into total deafness.
I've noticed that my tastes in men has been altered once again. For many years, the constant parade of my obsessions has been waif-like pretty boys (Spike/JM, Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols, Justin Hawkins from the Darkness, David Bowie, Billy Idol). My new fascination is with thin goth boys with long black hair and effeminate voices (i.e. the little boy Gerard from My Chemical Romance and the beautiful doll Davey from AFI). I guess it really hasn't changed much, except that I've slowly gone from liking predominantly blondes to liking darker haired guys.
Interesting sidenote: Ozzy Osbourne was a gorgeous man in his day.

The point of this post: I need fic... with lots of Spangel-y goodness. ^_~

I want to be the official nerd porn auteur...

I need fic.... lovely, lovely Spangel fic that may or may not involve the bathing of Spike. *dies* I've been on a caffeine-fueled punk bender for the last 30 hours to try and drown out the ambient techno/screaming-bongo-hippie shite that's been blasted from the commons near my apartment. It's called "Spring Fling" where anyone with a tamborine can perform from last night 'til Sunday night. I thought at first, "What a neat idea!" ... until I found out that it lasts all day and all night... nonstop. I was looking forward to a quiet weekend at home, but now I feel like Lestat in Interview with the Vampire, screaming, "THAT NOISE! We've been stuck here for weeks with NOTHING BUT THAT NOISE!!!" In retaliation, I've had headphones plastered to my head blasting punk rock to send my partial deafness into total deafness.
I've noticed that my tastes in men has been altered once again. For many years, the constant parade of my obsessions has been waif-like pretty boys (Spike/JM, Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols, Justin Hawkins from the Darkness, David Bowie, Billy Idol). My new fascination is with thin goth boys with long black hair and effeminate voices (i.e. the little boy Gerard from My Chemical Romance and the beautiful doll Davey from AFI). I guess it really hasn't changed much, except that I've slowly gone from liking predominantly blondes to liking darker haired guys.
Interesting sidenote: Ozzy Osbourne was a gorgeous man in his day.

The point of this post: I need fic... with lots of Spangel-y goodness. ^_~