mywholecry: (how did i get into bandom)
I apparently started writing a bandom Faulkner AU without realizing it.

Panic all having Twitters = distracting, y/y. Y.

ryan blames what happened to brendon on himself. he always has. that’s what he tells spencer while he lays delicately on the floor, stomach exposed on the wood that’s warm from windows and a mississippi summer (remembers sweating through his shirt, though several younger years, tugging at the neck of his shirt, wearing smiles in the day and biting lips at night and breathless high laughter, long fingers and ice crushed on his skin), and spencer cranes his neck from across the room to hear him better. i should have watched him more, ryan says, or: it should have been me, been us. we could have dealt with it.

“we don’t really deal with anything.” spencer says, seriously, and ryan raises his neck from the crook of his arms and almost smiles at him, almost laughs at the look on his face. “i’ve noticed that, lately.”


It has Brendon/Shane and Ryan/Spencer and Ryan/Spencer/Brendon. And Quentin/Caddie, Faulkner's incesty pairing of uncomfortable love. And suicide! And crying! And cuddles!

Why, why, why do I do this. I actually have Gossip Girl het fic I have to finish writing for [livejournal.com profile] lastfallen_hope, but this is apparently the story of my soul.
location: twitter.com/thespencersmith, what.
Mood:: 'full' full
Music:: hang me out to dry -cold war kids
mywholecry: (it goes ding when there's stuff)

Three things!

+ I start attempting to sell girl scout cookies to unwilling consumers today. Watch out.

+ I accidentally started writing a bandom Grand Ole Opry AU as a joke the other day, and it sort of turned epic. I don't know how many bandom people I have on my flist, but. . .Brendon Urie escapes a crazy Baptist household in Knoxville and hitchhikes to Nashville. Spencer Smith is basically just Spencer Smith with an awesome accent, because he needs no alterations. Ryan Ross is the most flamboyant cowboy ever. Jon Walker's smile is made of sunshine and rainbows. Pete Wentz owns the Opry, but Patrick Stump actually runs it. Oh, and My Chemical Romance is a kickass alt-country band. Seriously, it's ridiculous, and I love it.

+Sometime in the coming weekend, I might post a National Treasure fic in which Riley is an Obama fanboy and attempts to fabricate conspiracy theories so they can go meet him. It's quick and sort of adorable (I can't break into Barack Obama's blackberry! I-I love him!) and also the product of not doing trig homework when I really, really should have been doing trig homework.

Mood:: 'geeky' geeky
Music:: when the day met the night -panic at the disco

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