also, this is my favourite today. YES.

"...I like your sounds, maybe even better than your skin, the way it just barely hides everything else about you, the way you're so fucking forever underneath your flesh."

I'm rereading arsenicjade 's TGAN for maybe the fifth time right now.  I love this story.  It is absolutely one of my favourite stories ever, and probably the only one I've reread so often.  If it were a book it would be dog eared and beat up from from so many rereadings and from living in my bag.  It is long and delicious -- each of the five parts on it's own is a complete story, and together they're perfect.  Also, JC, which was more of a draw when I was fresh from popslash, but I do still love fanon JC kind of a lot.  :D

Things I've had open in tags for way too long, but still can't seem to close, pt 1:

slodwick's re-post of this awesome thing.


wearemany's pete/patrick lesbian AU where they're both still boys.

so pete is in his fifth year of college -- he just finally realized that he had to be a gender studies major, had to, even if it meant he wasn't graduating yet. his favorite hangout is the lesbian-owned coffeeshop just off campus, which one night a week hosts poetry slams, which despite being we-shouldn't-have-to-say-this-you-should-just-get-it a safe space for womyn wordsmiths is pete's favorite place to share his newest writing. it's also his favorite place to meet chicks. and despite being a dude among many lesbians, it's also his surefire best chance of getting laid, because somehow he is the dude who every lesbian sleeps with once on her way to realizing just how little she likes dick. ("but i don't like it either!" pete always protests, before he has to listen to the lesbian of the week tell him how she finally realized she's in love with her roommate.) pete is alternately loved and hated by this poetry slam crowd, which suits him just fine.

The Stupid High School AU Where Hardly Anyone's Gay: Gerard/LynZ by impertinence ; interband, het, does what it says on the package. One of the most fantastically gross and awkward high school romances ever written. FABULOUS.

As lovers can by sinuous_curve  and flickerofyou ; PatD, Ryan/Spencer; Lovely, lovely. That one where Spencer's a doctor and Ryan's a writer and they've been together forever.

If you know my name, tell it to me and If you were blind I'd know who you are by skoosiepants ; Interband, gen(ish); Jon Walker is a Unicorn. Not as crack as you might expect.

A Time and Place by skoosiepants ; Panic/High School Musical crossover, Brendon/Chad, Chad/Ryan Evans, Brendon/Jon; Brendon’s not exactly sure how it happens, but somewhere in New York he accidentally starts dating a guy.

Apply Some Pressure by onneonlights ; MCR, Brian/Bob, rimming and cigarettes. Oddly sweet.

Campus by bellheim ; MCR, Gerard/Bob; It's about the art. And the social awkwardness. Now w/ bonus Mikey/Ray/Frank.

Building Empires by of_evangeline ; PatD, Spencer/Brendon. Spencer finds Brendon. (somewhat abstract)

Shimmer by disarm_d ; PatD, Spencer/Brendon. That one where Brendon has wings and faerie glitter and the whole thing is really fraught.

Wonderful Eyes and a Risque Mouth by sneaky_sena ; PaTD, Spencer/OMC, Spencer/Brendon. Brendon doesn't always notice things until they're right in front of his face.

A Little Finesse by adellyna ; Cobra, The Academy Is..., Gabe/William; A Chicago romance in the early days of everything; sometimes they go bowling.

Heaven or Las Vegas by sevenfists ; MCR, PaTD, Bob/Brendon; Summer romances are fun while they last.

Quarterlife Crisis by formerlydf ; PaTD implied gsf, Patrick. Everyone knows what a midlife crisis is... or that one with the many Brendons but only one Brendon and mediator!Patrick

My Blood is Warmer When You're Here by secrethappiness ; MCR, PatD, Spencer/Brian. Spencer's taking over.

One of These Things by arsenicjade ; MCR, PatD, Mikey/Jon. Probably one of my favourite things at the moment. Jon is the fourth wheel.

Finding the Words to Say by nova33 ; PatD, Jon/Ryan, Spencer/Brendon. Superpowers don't necessarily make things easier.

The Clock on the Wall Has Been Stuck for Days by battie_hattie ; Patd, Ryan/Brendon. Ryan works at the women's clothing store in the mall; his eye is caught by the new guy at the hair salon across the way.

as long as you look far away by cmonkatiekatie ; PatD, Jon/Cassie, Jon/Tom, Jon/his camera, Jon/his band. Jon hasn't heard from Tom in months when he gets the email.

A Rough First Draft by zarah5 ; PatD, Ryan/Spencer. Working without a map, working out this relationship thing.

To spy my shadow in the sun by formerlydf ; Interband, Gabe/William. Those games that aren't really games; throwing things at William's head.

For a Minute There (I Lost Myself) by miss_begonia; Brendon/Ryan, Brendon/Spencer, Jon, Pete, Zach, Shane
I've talked about my love for everything miss_begonia has ever written before, I'm sure, but just in case you haven't heard - everything she writes is fabulous. Sweet and smooth, these are the stories I reread when I'm having a bad day.

“Brendon,” Ryan says, and his voice is low and quiet and curls up Brendon’s spine like a drunken serpent. Ryan’s fingers are long and thin. He taps a beat on the desk as he speaks.

“Yes?” Brendon asks.

“I think you’re magical,” Ryan says, “and I wanted to know – how would you feel about doing hair for a rock band?”

Some (oldish) recs:

Bandom: Interband

Someone Has To by charactereyes; MCR, Brian/Bob.

Bob and Brian have an arrangement.

That's what Brian calls it in his head, at least. Out loud he doesn't call it anything, because he knows Bob about as well as anyone and that means he knows that sometimes the subtleties of words make Bob nervous.

Buenos Noches from a Lonely Room by femmequixotic; MCR, Frank/Mikey (Frank/Gerard, Frank/Bob, Mikey/Pete).

Mikey climbs through the window and sits next to him. Frank doesn't say anything, and he manages to hide his surprise well enough he thinks. Instead he hands over the cigarette and pulls another from the pack in the pocket of his shorts. The cellophane is slick under his fingertips.

Torch by sociofemme; MCR, Bob/Gerard, art student AU.

He does find time to have lunch with Mikey, though. It's not a great idea when he has a secret like this, because Mikey is great at getting Gerard to spill everything. He's like a master of interrogation, and Gerard is helpless in front of his powers.

"So I have a crush on this guy," he blurts out, pretty much two seconds after Mikey slides into the diner booth across from him and nods hello.

Mikey just blinks.

There's a Reason They Call it a Crush by iamtheenemy; PaTD, Jon/Brendon, Spencer/Ryan.

“I’m going to Starbucks,” Brendon said by way of greeting as he pushed past Spencer’s raised arm.

“Actually, this is my apartment,” Spencer replied with a raised eyebrow, closing the front door and turning to face Brendon. “But I can see how you’d get confused.”

“I’m going to Starbucks, and you need to tell me if I look good.” Brendon turned in a circle to show off his blue t-shirt and snug jeans. “What do you think?”

And Once a Time by disarm_d; FoB, MCR, PaTD, etc, Spencer/Brendon. Takes place in a castle.

"Three days is not a lot of time," Spencer says, doing his best not to panic.

Earl Mikey shrugs. "It's Pete. He said, 'I'm coming up; you should have a banquet for me; how about Tuesday?'"

"And you said, 'Yes'?" Spencer asks.

The Words We Say by beingothrwrldly; PaTD, FoB, Brendon/Spencer, Brendon/Jon, Brendon/Patrick; stupid kids.

The first time Brendon Urie kisses a boy, he's seventeen.

No Fellow Could Ignore by emilyray; Ryan/Spencer. Ryan returns from school, sexing ensues.

Ryan starts smiling for real, and it's just small, but persistent, like he can't stop it. Spencer still knows that too. "Hey," he says.

"Hey," says Spencer.

Spencer's mom rolls her eyes. "Very manly, boys," she says. "I like your hat, Ryan. Come on, now."

Ryan knocks his shoulder against Spencer's as they start walking towards the baggage claim. It might just be an accident, though.

New Kid Makes a Rule by sinsense; FOB, PaTD, MCR, etc; Joe/Spencer. Au thing.

Joe is maybe totally, bimotastically, gayotronically queer for Spencer.

"Cool," Spencer says. "We need Jell-O."

"Cool," Joe repeats, ignoring the flush that's rising to his face. "It should be lime."

If You Think You're Bulletproof, You're Right by mxtape; MCR, Frank/Gerard, transkidfic.

"Are we doing the right thing?" Gerard whispers, breath warm against Frank's jaw. His fingers are shaking slightly, tracing the rays inked into Frank's elbow, up and down and around in a star shape.

Smile Real Wide by sharpest_rose; Bandom/batman Crossover ficlets. No quote, but these are amazing, even more so, i imagine, to someone more familiar with the batman 'verse. The last one especially is just breathtaking.


Veronica Mars

Broken Toys by theohara; Veronica/Logan, Veronica/Lilly, Veronica/Logan/Lilly, canon relationships; fabulous and broken and bittersweet. What if Lilly hadn't died that day?

And she's looking at you and Logan's looking at her, and you take the shot glass and try to smile.

The first shot tastes horrible, and the second one tastes a little better, and the third one's not so bad and Logan won't let Lilly give you the fourth one.  You're lying on the bed with your head in the pillows, tracing the cable that comes out of the ceiling fan with your pointed toe.  Which is kind of like a sobriety test, and you're so passing it.  Mostly.

Harry Potter

Lamp in the Cooling Room by libby_drew; Harry/Draco, but that's not the point. Will blow your mind.

She sings, "Here come I, the death watch beetle. Chewing away at the great cathedral."

He whips around and his funny-looking coat billows open, its perfect pleats separating like one of those Oriental paper fans her mother fancies so much. Rain drops fly from it and splatter over her face. "Be quiet," he hisses, and she recoils. "I can't think with your whinging and snivelling."

He raises a finger in her direction, and it shakes like a divining rod. She nods, bites her bottom lip, and stares at the dried blood caked under his fingernail. Maroon, she thinks. It'd been one of her vocabulary words that week. It means dark, brownish red—like the stain under the man's nail—and also a firework used to warn for danger.

Time and Again by the_summoning_d; Gen: Lee Jordan, Fred Weasley, George Weasley; transfic.

Lee Jordan looked reflexively in the mirror one last time, and sighed in exasperation as he caught himself doing it. He knew he looked fine: he'd been doing this for years after all. He knew there weren't any tell-tale little giveaways. There never had been, really. He tousled his dreads, smirked at his reflection, and slammed shut the lid of his trunk.

A Lifetime of Afters by furiosity; Draco-centric; Warning: non-con, emotional trauma. Sometimes I just click on stuff and start reading it without reading that warnings, and fall madly in love with it, and then... it's too late to turn back. This is one of those things, and it is totally worth the squicky stuff - the plot and execution more than make up for it. Notice the lack of character death warning.

Draco sat down and unfolded The Daily Prophet, bracing himself for the inevitable breathless headlines about Potter's victory.

A photograph of Granger and Weasley walking alongside Hagrid greeted him instead. Draco glanced at the headline.

HARRY POTTER'S FUNERAL TO BE HELD ON FRIDAY

If Infinity On High had come out while I was in high school -- I don't know. I probably would have been busy being too pretentious to listen to it, but if I ever had? I would have loved it. I'm such a sucker for a good turn of phrase.

I say this because FUCT actually did come out around my junior year, but a) everyone was listening to it and b) the production isn't nearly as clean. I have a hard time getting into something lyrically if everything else is distracting me, I guess.

--

I've been listening to Pretty. Odd. and the Anywhere Else But Here (by zarah5 ) soundtrack for days (you should read it, by the way -- it's a long college AU and it is DELICIOUS).

I'm totally obsessed with The Wombat's Let's Dance to Joy Division -- I heard it on the radio the other day, and then I saw it on her soundtrack and it's just SO random and peppy. And I love the combination of really peppy music with totally depressive lyrics -- dichotomy is YUMMY.

--

So, new friends, should I do an intro post?  I feel lame for asking, but I also feel lame assuming you want to know things about me (Which,er.  My insecurities, let me show them to you - especially since I love it when other people talk about their lives). 

So, hey.  This story broke my heart a million times, but it is so, so good.

Heartbreak in Stereo by mxtape  , MCR Frank/Gerard; mixtapes and misunderstandings, warped tour a year after getting sober.


You Can Find Out Firsthand by 7iris , Mikey/Alicia, bodyswap.

This isn't the first time Mikey's woken up in a different bunk than he fell asleep in. This isn't even the first time he's woken up in a different body. It's the first time he's woken up with tits, though.

Looks Okay On You by cloviswest, PaTD, Ryan/Brendon, sex and booze (only literally, though).

One of the kids at the party, a friend of a friend, makes him something sweet with rum. His best girl friend rubs sugar on the rim of the glass and keeps an eye on him all night, even though all he does is talk a little louder and lean on people a little more heavily. No one minds holding him up, though, and he repays their kindness by telling him how much he likes them and how nice he thinks they all are.

He feels pretty stupid the next morning, but at least he didn't get violent.

And finally, La Guera by Cherrie Moraga, which is a feminist theory essay that I have to read for class this week. It is about the experience of being biracial and lesbian and growing up in America, but also, more generally, about intersections of oppressions. You should read it because a) it's fascinating and well written, and b) it's short enough that if you don't appreciate it, you really haven't wasted any time.

You know what's lame, guys?  Gender policing.  I hate it, and today it just keeps popping up. 

Also lame:

- that this happened (although a+ for the cops actually doing somehting about it).
- how completely fucked my sleep schedule is, and the fact that I can't fix it because it's too hot to sleep in my house.

There are some awesome things, though:

- you, for starters, + all of my new friends.  *waves*
- people in general, and women specifically - here and here.
- runthegamut's picspam of Mikeyway smiling!
- arsenicjade's new Frank/Mikey/Pete story, A Light to Burn All the Empires, which is just so gloriously heartwrenching and lovely.

Today:

1. I just keep *chinhands* -ing at this picture, gakked from pepino21786 . I think the best part is her little half smile, all, "yeah, I'm awesome." (OMG IT'S SO ADORABLEEEEEEEE)

2. I am contemplating peach ice cream.

3. I did not go to yoga.

4. I am procrastinating my gender, race and class homework. Sort of.


Stupid high school au where hardly anyone's gay: Mikey, Pete and Alicia by impertinence 

"Wanna buy some movies?" he said in the most Mafia-ish voice Frank had been able to teach him.

"Mikey Way!" the guy said, turning around so quickly he almost fell over. He saved himself by looping his arms around Mikey's waist, leaning in.

Mikey blinked. "Was I drunk when I met you, or something?"

"You've never met me," the guy said cheerfully. "What kind of movies?"

Oh. He was hot, Mikey thought, and apparently either ballsy or stupid, to be hanging all over Mikey in the middle of school like that. It was nice.

All Their Personal Belongings Have Intertwined by chiromancy 
Frank/Jamia, Jamia/Lyn-Z, Frank/Gerard, Gerard/Lyn-Z; Really great Jamia/Lyn-Z interaction, among other things.

Jamia gets up and feels a little, dunno, different, and she's late, and she doesn't worry about it too much, and then she gets up the next day and feels the same thing and takes a pregnancy test, and it's positive, and she starts jumping up and down in the bathroom and making this really embarrassing high-pitched oooooooo-ing sound, because she's going to have a fucking baby, and, even more amazing, she really wants to have a fucking baby, and when stuff like that lines up sometimes you can't control the noises you make.

So Easy to Drown by nokomis305 
Mikey/Gerard

The longer they’re on the road, the stranger normal lives seem to Mikey.

Untitled Ryan/Spencer Ficlet by ignipes 
Really, really sweet pre-band story.  First kisses.

"It was, I dunno. Weird."

Spencer leans back on his elbows in the cool grass. "Weird?"

"Yeah." Ryan sounds baffled, and a little annoyed. "Weird."

"Maybe you did it wrong."

I'm Kind of a Record Nerd by runthegamut 
Patrick/Mikey, record store AU, untold amounts of awesome.

Kiss My Ass I Bought a Boat I'm Going Out to Sea by cmonkatiekatie 
Jon/Spencer, Ryan/Brendon

Spencer can’t stop smiling and Jon can’t stop smiling back at him and neither thing makes any sense at all. They have no reason to be this happy, none at all. Jon would say that the writing isn’t going well, but that would imply that there is actual writing going on and that is not the case.

And yet, here they are. Smiling.

And not just Jon and Spencer, Ryan and Brendon too. Maybe not at each other in particular, but at everything else.

They’re passing the time and it feels like vacation, but there’s this thing in the background, this we need to get our shit together thing. But they’re smiling enough that the thing starts to feel temporary. It’ll come when it comes.

If you know my name, tell it to me by skoosiepants 
Patd gsf-ish; the one where Jon Walker is really a unicorn.  Fabulous tension.  Lovely.

“I’m a unicorn.”

“What the fuck, Jon,” Ryan says flatly.

Jon flinches. “It’s not a big deal. I just thought you guys should, uh, know.”

Yeah, ok.  *hands*  I don't even know what I'm doing right now. 

So, I basically suck at being online lately, and at replying to comments (even more than usual, what).  Um, sorry guys.  But i do have some interesting stuff to post for you, so... at least there is that?  IDK.

Anyway, I wanted to read kidfic but there was none!  Or, at least, nothing new.  So, whatever, I went looking for my favourite (bandom) kidfic and have conveniently gathered them here for you (er... and for me).  \o/   

In no particular order:

The one that is forever now.

Forever Now ('verse tag) by  harriet_vane 

The one where Bob has a secret kid, Brian/Bob.

Bob Bryar's Secret Baby Project by  carleton97

That one where Pete names his daughter Pear Liberal Studies, Brendon, gen.

Cordially Invited by  sharinghrtbeats

The one where Frank teaches preschool, Frank/Gerard.

Small Cells and Fibers by  sevenfists 

The one where Brendon teaches preschool, Brendon/Mikey.

 Adventures in Babysitting by  arsenicjade

The one where Frank is a teacher but nannies for Gerard-the-artist instead, Frank/Gerard.

 Something Better by  lovelypoet 

That one where MCR adopts a baby, Frank/Gerard.

 Throw a Little Sparkle All Over It by  etben

That one with the Bob/Jamia/Frank threesome.

 Third Wheel by  7iris 

The one where they’re secret agents and then Mikey turns them into toddlers, Ryan/Brendon.

 The Grasshopper Unit by  harriet_vane

The one where Frank is regressed to a four year old and likes Panic at the Disco.

 Frank Iero: The Tiniest Fanboy by  lovelypoet

The one where Spencer and Jon adopt a baby girl and its adorable.

The Way I See It #282 by  beingothrwrldly

 The one where Frank and Gerard are five and in love, Frank/Gerard.

Send me a Signal Across my Circuitry by  mxtape

 

And, finally:   The one where Pete stalks Patrick, the children’s librarian, Pete/Patrick  ---  I can't find the link for this one.  Does anyone know that story I'm talking about here?  I could have sworn I've recced it before, but tags say that I haven't.  :(

ETA:  OH HEY!  Did you see?  azurejay totally found the story for me!  (because he is fabulous!!!) 

Did You Clean Your Pants With Windex? (Because I Can Practically See Myself In Them)by adellyna

Oh, and since this list is in no way exhaustive, check out stepps' list here for more kidfic. 

            

 

I can't stop starring at blackboggart's panic fanart.  The images are so fantastically beautiful.  My favourite is the Ryan one - so lovely. 

Guys, guys, guys, OMG, do you know what I just realised? azurejay  posted his bigbang today! This is important because, well:

A) The story is AMAZING. It is so perfect that I can't even explain it. From his Patrick voice, which is so completely spot on, to the pacing, to his writing style, which combines scenes with "snippets" of magazine articles and interviews. It is SO GOOD, you guys! (I'm going to go reread it for, like, the third time after I post this, even). You should probably read it!

B) I had the privilege of making the soundtrack/mix for this fabulous story! Not to brag, or anything, but this is a pretty fucking AWESOME mix. You should probably download it.

NOSTALGIC FOR DISASTER
(SHE TIED YOU TO THE KITCHEN CHAIR)




DOWNLOAD (77MB + Bonus Materials)

I have such a soft spot for the crazies, guys.  This is relevant because I'm about to rec savvygambols' Euphemisms For Insanity.  This story is.  It's a fucking aubergine dream, crazy as all fuck (mostly 'cause half the characters are), and FASCINATING.  Colourful and lovely.  Genish, more about the Spencer/Ryan friendship than anything else, but with hints of Ryan/Jon and Spencer/Brendon. 

Ryan sits on Spencer’s bed, legs crossed, without socks or shoes on. He’s wearing the same floral shirt and the same green trousers that he showed up in two weeks ago.

“Ryan,” says Spencer, sitting in a chair next to his bed. “We need to talk.”

“You’re wooden! Fresh cut,” says Ryan, delighted, and Spencer decides to take this as a positive sign that Ryan wants to talk. It’s always a bit touch and go. Ryan had called him a watermelon a couple of days ago and Spencer had gotten smacked in the chin for thanking him.

“There’s something wrong with you,” Spencer begins. He wants to stress how terrible it is to Ryan, because it is terrible, for Spencer, but he’s not sure how. Ryan doesn’t seem to care that something is wrong with him and has been for the past two weeks. He doesn’t begin to care when Spencer says it out loud either.

“You talk in blues and yellows,” Ryan gives right back. But he doesn’t look tight, like Spencer feels. “Sometimes with a hint of pink.” He nods. “It’s a nice color combination on you, very flattering.”

“Oh,” says Spencer.

“I approve,” says Ryan.

wearethestars  is the most amazing sweetheart (just in case you didn't already know)! ♥






OH, ALSO, you should read this, it's lovely.  OR this, if you're in the mood for something shorter.

I sometimes really suck at leaving comments, just randomly, and replying to them in my own journal, and I always feel bad about it, but. *shrugs* I don't know, it doesn't matter, except that I'm pretty sure that this fic is another one that I failed to comment on when I read it last night.

So, yes. I have a few other things I'd like to rec, actually, but I think I'll do those later/tomorrow, because right now I want to talk about impertinence 's Frank/Gerard genderswap epic, Hear Me Out.  This story... is fabulous.  It's permanent magical genderswap, which is to say, Frank becomes then stays a girl (or rather, female-bodied) and has to deal with it.  The story spans two+ years, and is just.  Amazing and painful.







....we live in a toy?

A. Licorice tea is sooooooooooooo good. OM NOM NOM.

B. Recs!

ethrosdemon  's Prostitution is Revolution from yesterday, Gabe/Patrick, awesome.

And battleofhydaspe 's Fleurs du mal in back pocket from forever ago, which I thought I had recced, but apparently had not. Well, now I have. Frank/Gerard, premise that is going to blow your mind.

C. Macro in inspired by monkeycrackmary 's post here:





:DDDDD

 

Told You It's Hard to Breathe by lyo
Spencer/Haley, Spencer/Jon (Spencer-centirc)
About Spencer and more-canon-than-not genderfuckery, and so, SO good.  Sorry for the long quote, I'm just sort of madly in love with this.

It's a Wednesday so it's his day to fold the laundry, ball the socks up and fold denim shorts into three different laundry baskets (one for each room of the house). He likes folding actually, the quick snap of cloth under his hands when he makes the lines crisp like his mother likes them. He folds a blue shirt, a pair of jeans, a sun dress, another blue shirt, and then he pulls a purple camisole out of the snake's nest. It's like everything freezes.

The material is different than the nightgown, a bit scratchier, with lace at the neckline. His mother wears it under suit jackets for work.

He holds it up to his chest, over his Tony Hawk t-shirt. Spencer knows it probably won't fit, but he wants it. It's burning through him and eating at him, just below his navel and a few bites in his chest. He pulls his t-shirt off with shaking fingers and a quick glance at the door before he has it on.

Spencer can't risk going to the mirror because his dad could be home from work at any minute or his mom could come downstairs to start dinner. The best he has is the reflection on the television screen, distorted and too dark for details. The lace doesn't itch like he thought it would, and the camisole is lined with something, some sort of fabric they probably thought up in space, and it just feels--

He smiles at his reflection to see it smile back, reaches out and touches it because the person in the reflection doesn't seem to mind that his chest is just a touch too jiggly for a boy's or that his hands are starting to be too big for his body. The camisole is just a touch too tight, sort of uncomfortable the more he breathes.

But he feels all right in his skin, in the camisole made from space age fabric, until he remembers that he's wearing something that belongs to his mom, and his stomach turns because he doesn't know what it's supposed to mean.

Then the front door opens, and suddenly there isn't any need to worry about breathing.

Stories!

CWRPS

I Taught Your Boyfriend that Thing You Like by trollprincess 
AU, Jared/Jensen, Chad, Alona, Sandy, etc.
This is 22000ish words long, which is awesome for me because I love long fic, and I love trollprincess 's writing, and for some reason last night I was in the mood for CWRPS, even though I haven't been for months. FTR, this is the Jared is a gossip monger a la Perez Hilton and Jensen is a pretty Hollywood hearthrob AU.

It all started when Jared's best friend's girlfriend's roommate turned out to be a massive slut.

Bandslash

Sleeping/Dreaming Patterns by softlyforgotten
AU, Brendon/Ryan
Panic never formed; Brendon is a solo musician who just returned from europe, and Ryan is a writer who likes fresh vegetables.

Spencer talked about Ryan a lot, anyway; new things he was doing, the funny thing he said last week, how he locked himself out of his apartment and instead of coming around to Spencer’s and getting the spare key like a normal person he sat on his front stoop for two and a half hours because he got an idea for a story and had to write it out right there and he ended up getting some mild form of frostbite. Spencer was frequently exasperated with Ryan but in a way that made Brendon grin, because it was clear all through it how much Spencer loved Ryan.

And Brendon liked it when people love other people. He wrote a whole song about it, and everything.




Oh!  One other thing:  I have iPod formatted versions of the Brent Wilson unofficial documentary thing that I can upload if anyone is interested, just let me know in the comments!