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A ZiLLiON BLiNK ViDEOS PLiX ....what....

July 31st, 2006 (10:53 pm)
ecstatic

I'm Feeling...: ecstatic
I'm Listening To: The Benchwarmers =]

Yo.

I've been youtube-ing it up good lately, and here's what I've found:


1. Some 3-part thing about Tom and Mark's home towns and their teenage years

Part #1
Part #2
Part #3



2. My favorite videos of Blink:


#1 - the "I'm Gay" song =]
#2 - Tom's guitar smashing
#3 - Mad TV skit
#4 -  in the van of the Mad Overboard video
#5 
(1)  (2)  (3)  (4)  (5) - Blink on MTV's "Album Launch"
#6 - Mark being... Mark

FAVORITE...EST! - this one



3. Riding In Vans With Boys videos (behind the scenes kinda stuff)

#1 - MTV's "How To Live On Tour"
#2 (1)  (2)  (3) - Diary of Blink-182/Green Day



4. More pointless videos:

#1 - Behind the scenes of the First Date video
#2 (1)  (2)  (3) - MTV Music Diary
#3 - HOLY SHIT LOOK AT TOM'S HAIR
#4 - WTF is Mark doing...
#5 - Tom is such a dork
#6 - Making of the Josie video
#7 (1)  (2)  (3) - Blink on MTV "Jammed"
#8 -TOYPAJ promo commercial
#9 - just them being retarded as usual
#10 (1)  (2)  (3)  (4)  (5) - a blink show at SOMA back in '95
#11 - "When You Fucked Grandpa" live
#12 - Mark WITH A BEARD playing acoustic songs in his own ...special... way
#13 - I fucking HEART Mark's house (MTV Cribs)



5. And last but not least, a video not to watch if you're feeling sentimental (cuz it actually made me sad), and blink's LAST SHOW:

"Mark and Tom"
Blink's last show: a medley switching from Dumpweed to M+M's to Josie to Man Overboard and then back to Dumpweed


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July 13th, 2006 (11:10 pm)

A Magical Day To Lick

John stepped friskily out into the turbulent sunshine, and admired Alicia's boobie. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a melodic sight."

Alicia climbed off the hair and walked sadly across the grass to greet her lover. John patted Alicia on the lips and then tried to lick her orgasmicly, but without success.

"That's all right," Alicia said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not orgasmic," John. "Not as orgasmic as the time we licked in a field of daisies."

Alicia nodded happily. "We were freakish back in those days."

"Our bootys were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," John said. "Everything seems fucked up and green when you're young."

"Of course," Alicia said. "But now we're sexy, we can still have fun. If we go about it angrily."

"Angrily?" John said . "But how?"

"With this," Alicia said and held out a hella mustard. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to lick."

John swallowed the mustard at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to lick angrily. They licked like an old man who just shit all over himself. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

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Roflmfao... XD

July 13th, 2006 (11:03 pm)
ecstatic

I'm Feeling...: ecstatic

A Carmel Apple In Time

On a crazy and orgasmic morning, Alicia sat on the toilet. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her penis ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect John to love someone with a wet vagina?

Slowly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a frisky sexy orange soda, all on a summer's day. I wish my John would kick me, in his own sex-tastic way..."

"Do you?" John sat down beside Alicia and put his hand on Alicia's nutsack. "I think that could be arranged."

Alicia gasped cautiously. "But what about my wet vagina?"

"I like it," John said intensely. "I think it's sexual."

They came together and their kiss was like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land.

"I love you," Alicia said sloppily.

"I love you too," John replied and spanked her.

They bought a monkey, moved in together, and lived hurriedly ever after.

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An Indefinite Hiatus

July 9th, 2006 (06:21 pm)
ecstatic

I'm Feeling...: ecstatic
I'm Listening To: The 40 Year Old Virgin... :]

Title:An Indefinite Hiatus
Author: killthemoonkeys
Pairing:Tom/Mark
Rating:Mature
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: This story was based on real events, but completely NOT TRUE other than that (as far as I know anyway). Tom and Mark are most probably not homosexuals, and I do not own Blink-182 or the naughty things they do.
Dedication: ahi182, _yoplait, sup_hottie_, obviouslytomark, & condor_avenue for commenting last chapter. Thanks guys! :]
Note: Tom is shouting things in this chapter because I just watched 40 Year Old Virgin (great movie) and let’s just say that Steve Corell… got to me. :D

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An Indefinite Hiatus

July 9th, 2006 (12:11 am)

Title:An Indefinite Hiatus
Author: killthemoonkeys
Pairing:Tom/Mark
Rating:Mature
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: This story was based on real events, but completely NOT TRUE other than that (as far as I know anyway). Tom and Mark are most probably not homosexuals, and I do not own Blink-182 or the naughty things they do.
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July 1st, 2006 (07:49 pm)
excited

I'm Feeling...: excited
I'm Listening To: Everything Is Alright || Motion City Soundtrack

Title:Accidents Aren't Always a Bad Thing...
Author: killthemoonkeys
Pairing:Tom/Mark
Rating:PG-13
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: This idea was given to me from My_Blinkrokr, and is written for her by request. I own nothing, this never happened. Neil Patrick Harris just stole my car. Hey - NPH wouldn’t do that.

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Accidents Aren’t Always a Bad Thing…

“Prologue - Part Two”

~*~


Mark and I cautiously make our ways up the stairs and down the hallway to Jen’s closed bedroom door.

I open it, and immediately regret doing so.

Jen, on top of some guy - neither clothed - laying in a tangled mess on her bed.


~*~

___________________________________________________________________________________________________


I’m crying. I never fucking cry.

I was currently seated on my supposed to be girlfriend’s living room couch. Mark is kindly screaming his head off at the man that my supposed to be girlfriend was just cheating on me with. The man being screamed at is trying to persuade Mark that he didn’t know that my supposed to be girlfriend had a boyfriend. And my supposed to be girlfriend was sitting on the couch adjacent to the one I was seated on, angry at me.

“I don’t give a shit if you didn’t know! Get the fuck out of here!” my best friend was chewing out the man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this angry before.

At least SOMEONE is loyal and trustworthy.

“Whatever asshole,” the man, who had kindly managed to put his pants back on before this confrontation, says to Mark before storming out of the front door.

“I can’t believe you’d do this, Tom,” Jen says angrily.

“That I’d do this? That I’D do this? What!? Show up an hour or so early to pick you up for a date that I was going to propose to you on!? Is that what I did!?” And I don’t think I’ve ever been this angry before.

Jen looks taken aback and Mark continues to pace around the foyer hallway with his hands folded on top of his head - what he does when he’s angry.

“Propose to me? And we’d be married with what money? You’re fucking poor Tom!” Jen shouts.

“Is this what it’s about? Because I don’t have a lot of money?” I say. “Blink just released its first EP a week ago! We’re gonna make money off of that!”

“You won’t make a dime off of it,” comebacks Jen, her eyes narrow and her tone deep.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” I ask boldly, paying no attention to her comments.

“Why does that matter?”

“Because I want to know how long you’ve been lying to me.”

“A few months.”

“Why stay with me then?” I ask. “If I’m poor and you feel the need to be with someone else, why stay with me?”

Jen opens her mouth and closes it, apparently not knowing what to say.

“Why did you all of a sudden decide to just cheat on me?”

“I don’t know… I was bored I guess.”

“That’s a lame ass excuse,” Mark’s voice insults from somewhere behind.

“Shut up Mark,” Jen shouts, throwing an angry glance at him. “Tom, you never do anything for me, you’re always too busy with your stupid skateboard friends, and you’re constantly out getting drunk or something! How do I know that you’ve never cheated on me!?”

I look her in the eyes. “Because I’m not a dick like that.”

“Fuck you,” Jen says angrily. “And this is probably very obvious, but we’re through.”

How could she have done this to me? I thought the last year and a half was the best time I’ve ever had. How can she just lie like that!? How can you tell someone you love them and do something like… like this. I trusted her. I loved her!

But suddenly nothing matters anymore…

“Well that’s that, then,” I say monotonously, standing up. “Here,” I say again, tossing the roses into Jen’s lap, “happy Valentine’s Day.” Then holding the silver box up to her, I add: “And I’ll save this for someone who will actually stay true to me.” I turn and head towards Mark, who was leaning against the front door with his arms crossed.

“Is that really why you’re going to throw your relationship away, Jen?” Mark asks her, feeling it was time for him to have his opinion voiced. “Because Tom isn’t as wealthy as you’d like him to be?”

“Oh come on, Mark. You know as well as I do that you guys and your stupid band will never make it anywhere,” she replies. “He’s a flat-out loser. You both are.”

“And you’re a fucking slut. Have a good life.”

And with that, Mark Hoppus and I step through my now ex-girlfriend’s door for the last time.



~*~



|| Mark’s POV ||


Ring. Ring. Ring.


I open my eyes groggily and reach over to the end table next to my bed to answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Mark? Are you awake?” an anxious voice floats over the phone line and I recognize it to be Connie DeLonge, Tom’s mother.

“What time is it?” I ask more to myself than Connie.

“Eight thirty. Is Tom with you?”

“What?” I feel a pang of worry in my chest. “Isn’t he at home?”

“No, I haven’t seen him since last night. Oh, now I am worried! I figured he just stayed the night with you or something.”

“No, no… he’s not with me. Last time I saw him was last night, after we got back from Jen’s house I…”

All of the memories from last night suddenly rush back into my head.

“…I made sure he was okay and then I went home,” I finish up slowly, thinking to myself about all of the places Tom could be.

“Okay? What do you mean ‘okay’?” she asks.

“Well… Jen broke up with him last night.” She gasps. “It’s a long story…”

“Well I’m really worried,” Connie says again, her voice slightly shaky. “Do you know anywhere that he could be?”

“I think I might…”



I took me only 5 minutes or so to drive up to where Tom was.

A spot on top of a cliff that overlooked the ocean with just a single tree and a perfect view of the beach below it, and hardly anyone knew about it - or at least no one ever came up there.

It’s our spot.

We go up there when we’re pissed, upset, really happy… whatever. We go there just to talk and be friends, I guess.

And there he is, sitting with his knees to his chest and his head resting on them next to the tree. He was still in his suit, minus the jacket that was thrown on top of his nearby car.

I walk over to him slowly and sit myself down next to him. He looks up at me with swollen, reddened eyes.

I smile at him as he weakly sets his head back down on his knees while still looking at me. “I’m guessing you didn’t sleep?” I ask.

“Why would she do that to me?” he asks in a frail voice.

I laugh lightly at how innocent he looks and wrap my arm around his slumped shoulders. “I don’t know dude. And I’m guessing again that the ‘I don’t even care’ feeling has passed?”

“Yeah,” he somewhat whines, leaning his body weight into me as he buries his head in my shoulder. “I hate this feeling.”

“I know, I know,” I say. “Love hurts, buddy.”

“But why did it have to happen to me?” says Tom, and I can tell he’s starting to cry again.

“I’m sorry, Tom.” We sit in silence for a moment or two before speaking again. “I’m still here for you though.”

Tom and I sit together like this for what seems like hours; me with my arm around him while he clings to me, silently crying… so helpless and miserable.



But I stayed with him through it all.



[end]



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Thanks for reading!

I’d appreciate any reviews, good or bad.

If you have any suggestions or requests, feel free to tell me.


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Next Chapter:


“Fame & Fortune”

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Accidents Aren't Always a Bad Thing...

July 1st, 2006 (07:32 pm)
amused

I'm Feeling...: amused
I'm Listening To: Dance, Dance || Fall Out Boy

Title:Accidents Aren't Always a Bad Thing...
Author: killthemoonkeys
Pairing:Tom/Mark
Rating:PG-13
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: This idea was given to me from My_Blinkrokr, and is written for her by request. I own nothing, this never happened. Neil Patrick Harris just stole my car. Hey - NPH wouldn’t do that.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________

Accidents Aren’t Always a Bad Thing…

“Prologue - Part One”

~*~


Tom DeLonge had his heart broken by his ex-girlfriend. But once she finds out that his band has become quite wealthy, she will do anything to get him back. Now all Tom wants to do is keep her away.

So what happens when he convinces Mark Hoppus to “pretend” to be gay with him, just to keep Jen away?

An accident.

But they aren’t always a bad thing…


~*~

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|| February 14, 1994 ||




“Hold this, you fucker!” I smirk at Mark, forcing a bouquet of red roses and a tiny silver box into his arms.

“Tom, how many times are you going to mess with that damn tie?” he asks in a bored tone as he leans against the postered wall of my bedroom. “This has to be at least the fifty millionth time.”

“Come on dude, back off. You know how much this means to me,” I reply, still smiling as I gaze at myself in the mirror.

DAMN I look retarded in a suit.

Tonight I am planning on asking my semi-long-time girlfriend, Jen, to marry me. I figured Valentine’s Day would suit the occasion. Sure, I’m only eighteen, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what love is. I have the whole thing planned out, too; I meet her at her house at nine o’clock and take her out to eat at this super fancy restaurant down by the beach and ask her to marry me.

Simple enough in my opinion.

Mark, on the other hand, disagrees. I told him my news this morning and asked him to let me borrow his suit. And ever since he came over, all he’s been saying is how I’m making the wrong choice, how I’m too young, blah blah blah. He thinks that just because he’s 21, he knows everything. Well he doesn’t. That douche. I know what I’m doing. Jen loves me; of course she’ll agree!

“Yeah, you’ve told me about a hundred times in the last hour,” Mark says.

“Why aren’t you happy for me?” I ask him, turning to face him and pointing at my newly adjusted tie.

I see a tiny smirk form on Mark’s lips. “You did it completely wrong again,” he says, setting the items in his arms on my bed and stepping over to me to fix my tie. “And it’s because of every reason I’ve told you today,” he answers while his eyes focus on the tie that he is currently undoing.

“We’ve been going out for like a year and a half now.”

“Exactly.”

“What’s wrong with that!?”

“Because, she’s the first serious girlfriend that you’ve ever had,” Mark says, finishing up tying my tie correctly. “How do you know that there aren’t other girls that you’d want to marry?”

“Because I want to marry Jen,” I say stubbornly.

“Whatever. It’s your choice, I can’t make up your mind for you,” Mark defeats himself as he hands me the roses and the box with a smile.

“Aren’t you at least a little happy for me?” I ask him.

“Yeah I’m happy for you, dude. I just don’t want you to get your heart broken by some girl.”

“Aww, how sweet of you Marky,” I joke, pinching his cheek and smirking.

He laughs lightly while slapping my hand away. “You look freaking retarded in a suit, by the way.”

“It’s your suit, Mark.”

“I know, but it looks good on me!” he says, then adds while rubbing his nipples, “I look sexy in everything.”

I laugh at him. “Markus, are you trying to seduce me?”

“What time did you say you were gonna pick up Jen?” he asks, completely ignoring what he just did.

“Nine o’clock.”

~*~
6:05… 6:32… 6:41… 6:50… 6:53… 6:54… 6:55… 6:55… 6:55…

“Will you stop fidgeting?” Mark says from his spot on the lounge chair in front of the TV as he watches me cross and re-cross my feet multiple times. “And don’t look at the clock every two seconds.”

“I can’t not do it!” I say, bouncing my knees up and down in nervous habit. “I can’t take this waiting! This sucks! I’m so nervous! Why am I so nervous!? I never get nervous! Do you ever get ner-”

“TOM!”

“WHAT!?”

“Do you wanna just go now?”

“Think she’ll mind?”

“Nah, she’s probably waiting for you anyway,” Mark says.

“All right, let’s go then,” I smirk, jumping up from my couch and grabbing my car keys from the end table.

Mark and I head outside to my car and get in, me in the driver’s seat and him in the passenger’s.

“Damn, shit, fuck, cock, ass, dick, piss… poop,” I say, staring straight ahead through the windshield with my hands resting on the steering wheel.

Mark stares at me from the passenger’s seat. “…You okay?” he asks as I start the car and begin driving towards my destination.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I reply in a breathy voice. “I’m just nervous.”

“You are just losing your manly-ness right in front of me, aren’t you?”

“No. A man can be nervous, Mark.”

“Not if their name is Tom.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I read it somewhere. It said all men named ‘Tom’ would be more feminine than most men. It was some kind of horoscope thing. I’m not a Libra, did you know that?”

“Mark, you aren’t helping very much.”

“Well how about this. Okay, one time my family took a vacation down to like… I don’t remember, but anyway-”

Mark proceeded to tell me all about his family’s trip down to somewhere he couldn’t remember and how he got poison ivy in his ass because he wiped himself with a poison ivy leaf like an idiot. This continued for the next 15 minutes that it took to get to Jen’s house. I was only half listening; this is the most nervous I’ve ever been in my life.

“Okay, Mark. You can stop now,” my voice quivers as I smirk timidly at him.

“-and every time I wiped, there would be not only brown, but yellowish stuff too. And then when I-”

“Mark!” I shout. He looks at me with a confused face, obviously oblivious to what I had just said. “We’re here.”

“Oh,” he says plainly as he mimics me and opens the car door to step onto the front lawn of Jennifer Jenkin’s house.

“This is it,” I say to both Mark and myself as I gaze upon Jen’s house, taking a deep breath and running my hands over the suit to make sure there were no wrinkles. “Time to go… propose.”

That sounds so odd coming from me…

Mark and I walk up to the front porch and I knock on the door. No answer. I knock again. And again. And again. Still no answer.

Mark looks at me and I at him. “Should I be worried?” I ask him, growing more nervous than I was before.

“I don’t think so,” he replies. “Maybe we should just go in.”

“All right,” I agree and I open the door and step inside, leaving it open for Mark. “Jen?” I call out, that quiver again in my voice. “Hello?”

“Maybe she’s getting ready?” Mark offers his suggestion, looking around at the house. It’s strangely dark in here… There aren’t many lights on.

He and I cautiously make our ways up the stairs and down the hallway to Jen’s… closed… bedroom door. Again an exchange of glances.

Why would the door…?

I open it, and immediately regret doing so.

Jen, on top of some guy - neither clothed - laying in a tangled mess on her bed.



Well there’s a thousand promises shot to Hell…



[end]



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I’d appreciate any reviews, good or bad.

If you have any suggestions or requests, feel free to tell me.


~*~

Next Chapter:


“Prologue - Part Two”

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AVA & Plus 44 Songs With Backwards Words

April 10th, 2006 (10:17 pm)
bouncy

Yo, Werr U At?: a chair... duh
I'm Feeling...: MCS concert on Friday!! w00t!
I'm Listening To: Motion City Soundtrack || The Future Freaks Me Out

Okay so first of all, thanks to angels_airwaves for this idea. ^^

Here's all of the Angels And Airwaves songs I could find (plus the +44 song) played backwards:




.x. The Adventure
You can hear these words really well if you follow along with the lyrics that angels_airwaves posted.

.x. Good Day
So far from what I listened to, which was about 7 seconds, I could clearly hear Tom say: "Just know this, I fucking hate you." :) Oh well.

.x. The Gift

.x. It Hurts (Demo)

.x. A Little's Enough (Demo)

.x. Take The Stairs (Demo)

.x. Crappy Love Ballad
This doesn't sound like Tom, but hoo kerrz?

.x. Dance With Me (Fudged Up + Demo)
This sounds like shit, cuz I found it all sped up in the first place. :/ Eh...

.x. No It Isn't
Well... let just say Mark sounds a little silly in this. But I agree with condor_avenue, I heard him say something along the lines of "I wanna slit her head off," or something. Creepy...





Hurry up and download these if you want to hear them cuz I can only keep them on the retarded site I uploaded them onto for a week. I'll also be working out the lyrics, so I'll post them once I've figured them out (partially at least).


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