gyzym

So! You have stumbled upon my journal. If you're here for the fic, congratulations! You've come to the right place. If you don't know about the fic: hello! I am gyzym, and I write fanfiction. Most of it is slash (male/male) fanfiction; if this is not your cup of tea, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HEAD FOR THE HILLS.

All right, now that that's sorted, here's how this works: fic is divided by fandom and 'verse. Links and summaries and pairings are here; every link takes you to the top of the page in question, where you will find ratings, warnings, author's notes, etc. Please do not read anything rated R or higher if you are not of age where you live.

( Hawaii 5-0 )

( Inception )

( Sherlock Holmes )

( White Collar )

( Harry Potter )

( Veronica Mars )

On the Topic of Tags:
Yeah, um. I find it hilarious to use inane, random tags on my posts. Because, um. Because it is hilarious?

In any case, the tags that I use to streamline fic posting are (probably) all attached here.

On the Topic of Full Disclosure and Credit Where Credit is Due
Full disclosure: the username is an Allen Ginsberg reference; the journal title is from an e.e. cummings poem.

Additionally, I do not own any of the characters I play about with in my fanfiction, nor do I own most of the titles of said works--they're pulled from song lyrics, by and large. I'm not making any money from this, I have no intention of doing so, I claim no ownership of anything, and I don't mean to cause distress/offense/copyright infringement.

On the Topic of Problematic Elements in My Fiction
Should you find something, whilst reading one of my stories, that offends you/is incorrect/could offend others/is in any way problematic, please please please do not hesitate to tell me. I will never spew hate at you, I will never attack you, and I will always thank you for taking the time to let me know.

On the Topic of Non-Fic Things Discussed Herein
Sometimes I talk about my family! They're crazy, but generally in a hilarious way. Because my name, like it or not, has become Jizz/Jizzy (I really didn't mean to name myself after semen, I really didn't, I THOUGHT IT WAS AN INNOCENT ALLEN GINSBERG REFERENCE OKAY, I WAS YOUNG) a hilarious conversation ended up producing the following names for my brothers:

Burro Punch/Burro: My 19-year-old (frat boy) brother
Burrito Punch/Burrito: My 11-year-old (sixth grader) brother

Because...donkey punch...and ito is a...diminutive...anyway. THE POINT BEING, if I am referring to Burro&Burrito, they are my little brothers :D

Additionally, I have a non-fandom blog over on blogspot, called Illegible Address. It makes a concentrated effort to make it amusing; I'd love it if you guys felt like checking it out! Look, there's even an easy-click button:



On the Topic of Friending
By all means, feel free to friend me. Everything fandom related is public, and so is most everything else, though I don't post much that isn't fandom related these days. I always like meeting new people! I don't always friend back, which is NOT about you, but rather my utter inability to be responsible and proactive about replying to emails/notifications/whatever. It's a character flaw.

If you DO friend me, please do me the favor of dropping a hello into this post. I want to know what you're about! Also, I am often distracted by writing gay porn, and sometimes it takes me ages to actually pay attention to anything other than my bajillions of open Word documents. By which I mean: oh, god, you guys, I can be really terrible about answering comments, but that does not mean I am not a) reading them and b) feeling INSANE GRATITUDE towards anyone leaving them. I just, augh, I get all bogged down in writing and then it's been too long and I feel like an asshole and THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR ME, I AM SORRY.

Tl;dr summary? I'M KIND OF FLAKY SOMETIMES, BUT I DO ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU ALL ♥

FOLLOWING A VERY FRIGHTENING FIVE MINUTES IN WHICH I THOUGHT MY LIVEJOURNAL WAS GONE (it was very frightening, you guys, but eye-opening!) I am importing all my content to Dreamwidth as a backup. I'm not transferring over there permanently, though I may start crossposting, but like. WHAT IF I LOST THE INSPIRATION MEMES AND THE INSOMNIA FICS WHAT WOULD I EVEN DO.

Point being: I have no idea how DW works, with "access" and "circles" and all these other things--I'm sure it's awesome, but I don't know how it goes. So if you get a notification from me over there (same name as here), rest assured I didn't know what I was doing and/or the system did it for me. Unless it's an awesome notification, in which case it was totally me.

SORRY GUYS. I WARNED YOU. IT'S HOUSEKEEPING WEEKEND AT THE CASA DE JIZZ.

Uh, what it says on the tin?

Well, no, wait. The truth is, I hesitate to use the word "essay," because that implies some modicum of vague professionalism, and, as you guys know, that is not my wont. In actuality this is a tl;dr word vomit on the topic of bisexuality, because sometimes I just want to talk about things! There wasn't an incident that provoked this, really--I saw a couple things on tumblr that made me go buh?, I've had a couple of RL conversations lately that made me go Really?, so here this is.

As always, the following things are true:
1) I am just a girl on the internet with a lot of feelings, and I don't claim to know shit about shit.
2) This is written from my perspective, dealing with my experiences as an American, cigendered bisexual woman. They're not the same as everyone else's! They're not the same as anyone else's, come to that; every human experience is unique, and no two people feel/act on/deal with things the exact same way.
3) If I have inadvertently offended someone, I apologize profusely, that was not my intention! Let me know and we'll talk about fixing it. ♥

All that said: ( Bisexuality: One of Those Things No One Should Let Me Get Started Talking About )

Okay, know it's been awhile since I did a post about the lunatics to whom I am related, but this could not be held back. So! This weekend Burro was in town, and at one point we were hanging out and he noticed that I was knitting something.

Burro: Hey, whatcha making?
Me: A laptop case.
Burro: Why do you need a laptop case?
Me: Because mine's been missing for like six months and I figured it was time to bite the bullet, but I didn't want to buy another one, because they're expensive.
Burro: Huh. I can't imagine needing another laptop case; I have two.
Me: You...have two.
Burro: Yeah, the second one just sort of showed up one...oh.
Me: YOU ASSHOLE, YOU STOLE MY LAPTOP CASE.

He admitted that that is probably what happened, and agreed to bring it when he comes back into town THIS weekend for Mother's Day. Today, he sends me a photo of both laptop cases sitting on his coffee table, and we have the following conversation via text:

Burro: Haha I have 2 computer cases! I'm holding the one for ransom so if you're gonna want it back I expect something for it
Me: BITE ME
Burro: Guess someone's not gonna get a computer case back with that snarky of language
Me: You a thief, yo, I don't have to listen to you
Burro: I prefer the term expert borrower yo
Me: Well, I don't negotiate with expert borrowers, I'm just saying
Burro: Well then...NO COMPUTER CASE FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: I am laughing so hard I am choking rn, just fyi
Burro: That's unfortunate for you but if you think that's gonna elict me to give you back the computer case because I feel sorry for ya then you're sadly mistaken...don't hate me cuz you ain't me

ON THE ONE HAND, BEST EVER. ON THE OTHER HAND I WANT MY LAPTOP CASE BACK D:

Erp, so. Know I've been posting less than usual, and I am really sorry about that! RL's been a little nuts, my bad, dudes, but I am trying! And in homage to this, here is a post full of funny things. And puppies. And a bunny inna hat.

So, to start, here is the most hilarious video ever:



( And here's a bunch of other stuff! )

So, at some point late last night my internet went down, which is the last thing I need right now for a number of reasons, and it is, unfortunately, STILL FUCKING DOWN. I'm working on it/will be relocating for part of the day, but be advised, I could be in and out for the next little while. My phone is still working (all hail 3G) so I can still connect kiiiind of, but if I owe you a comment or something it might not happen today.

SORRY GUYS. How are all of YOU?

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

1) Tonight's insomnia ficlet, Object Lessons in Gravitational Force, is over at kissemdanno! ♥

2) Saw Scream 4 tonight. It was, in the true tradition of the Scream films, not even remotely frightening but deeply, almost painfully hilarious. GOD THE WRITING WAS SO BAD, oh, there is nothing I love more than a terrible horror movie. Not that anything will ever top Tommy Wiseau's The House That Drips Blood on Alex (spoiler: the house drips blood on Alex, and not Alex O'Lough, either) for truly epic horror fail, but still. Good times.

3) You know I typed out "Happy Who-turday!" before I actually thought about how that would sound if said aloud?

4) The best rendition of the Passover story ever.

So, some kind soul--I'm sorry, I don't remember who it was, or even when it was, WHAT EVEN IS LINEAR THINKING--suggested the program Gimp (possibly The Gimp, I've heard it both ways, yes that was a Psych joke) to me awhile back. And today, for whatever reason, I was like I WILL DO ALL OF THE COMPUTER THINGS, I WILL CLEAN MY DESKTOP OFF AND RUN ALL THE UPDATES AND CHANGE MY WALLPAPER AND FIX MY WONKY FIC FOLDERS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE PERFECT AND CLEAN. I did not fix my wonky fic folders, because I realized they're more or less permanently broken since my brain is more or less permanently broken, and they wouldn't make sense to me any other way. However, all the other things are done, and one of those things was installing Gimp. HOORAY, SOMETHING ELSE TO DO WHEN I AM WIDE AWAKE AT 3 AM BUT CAN'T FIND MY WORDS TO WRITE THINGS.

So! Under the cut are ten icons and the (1600x1200) wallpaper I made for myself. Images are not mine--I got them all from We ♥ It, with the exception of the image for the wallpaper, which I got from Stock.xchng. Additionally, "hope is the thing with feathers" is not mine either. Emily Dickinson wrote that. ETA: Dude, immaturity knows the amazing photographer behind the orange photo. HOORAY FOR PHOTOGRAPHER CJ, WHO IS SERIOUSLY FUCKIN' AWESOME.

Feel free to take; commenting is nice but not required, ditto credit. However, if you hotlink, I will find you and I will cut you. Or I will cry. Or I will cut you and cry. BASICALLY, DON'T DO IT. If you are not sure how to take things without hotlinking, COME ASK ME AND I WILL TELL YOU. I will not even be mad. You know what will make me mad? Hotlinking. That is the only thing. Nothing else.

Okay, no more speaking, too late for words. Pictures now!

( you know the sun is shining )

elrhiarhodan:
I accidentally killed my iTunes when checking to see which DrWho eps I had
But it's fixed
Just trying to do too much at once

gyzym:
oh no!

elrhiarhodan:
That's what Time Machine is for
All is good

gyzym:
...on the plus side
you used
time machine
to fix an error caused
by DOCTOR WHO

elrhiarhodan:
OH MY GOD

Or, leupagus and I write insomnia fic together, because we're awesome like that. And/or because it was the only naturally place to go after we exhausted the topic of Scott Caan and his unholy love of the breast.

( Two sleep-deprived fic writers babbling nonsense is totally better than one, am I right? )