Thank fuck for that Panic fbr holiday chat thing being posted, otherwise this day would've blown. As it was, I think I sprained something with how hard I was snickering at the Ryan line (SERIOUSLY, WHOEVER WROTE THAT, YOU HAVE MY UNDYING DEVOTION AND SERVITUDE FOREVER AND EVER. IF YOU WANT, WHEN I DIE, I WILL COME BACK AS A GHOST SO YOU CAN ORDER ME AROUND SOME MORE)

(NOT REALLY)

yeah, anyway, so I was still snickering from that which meant that I was unprepared for the Flea Market Montgomery thing. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW, SPENCER SMITH. STOPPIT. ♥____♥

I was supposed to be at a thing (trans: drag show) tonight but after work I was too wiped to want to do anything but come home and watch Ace of Cakes and recast myself and Geof as the leads in romantic comedies in my head. I. ...yeah, there's no saving that. That's pathetic. /o\

NO, actually, I'll just go ahead and say that I think given the choice, MOST people would choose Ace of Cakes over a badly-rehearsed small-city drag show.

Tomorrow I'll post the three drabbles it'll take to get me caught up on this whole self-imposed drabble a day thing. It always seems like such a good idea at the time. I always forget about that whole being a flake thing. But no! Tomorrow! Three drabbles! It'll be great!

It was more a family thing than a church thing - every night, Brendon's mom or dad would get whatever kids were in the house to sit in the living room for a minute or two so they could have a family prayer. And in the morning, usually when they were just about to go catch buses or go to work, Brendon's mom would make the kids hush and she'd say a prayer before they all left. Never anything rote or especially profound, just a general thanksgiving and supplication for the safety of their family.

Brendon can remember the day he started mentally tacking on "and Ryan and Brent and Spencer" to the list his parents prayed to keep safe. He can remember adding Jon later (though he didn't - couldn't - stop including Brent). He remembers how his hands shook when he clasped them, alone in his apartment that first night, hiding and quaking under the bedcovers as he tried to be his own family, his own little unit of one.

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Jon knows better than to expect Tom at the airport, even though he texted his flight details. He shoulders his duffel and walks away from Baggage and out into the cold to grab a taxi.

He shows up at Tom's twenty minutes later, and finds the door open and waiting. He sets down his bag and kicks it once, and then opens up the side compartment to grab the Hollywood sign snow globe he bought from a street vendor in LA. And then he heads toward the living room.

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Ryan was pretty sure that he'd seen Bden in a corner near the bar in between songs, but it's still sort of a shock to run into him, after the first set is over. "Hey," he says, hoping he doesn't sound too surprised.

"Hey," Brendon says, giving him a game little smile, a raise of his bottle. "Good show, man."

"Yeah, thanks." Ryan nods, and doesn't comment on the weirdness of their situation, on the way that both he and Brendon are already looking over each other's shoulders for someone else to talk to. "Good of you to come."

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Hey, whoever gave me the super cute snowflake thingy on my profile page, thanks! ♥♥♥♥♥

Brendon's breathing is quieter than it was yesterday, thank fuck - Spencer just looks at him from the bedroom doorway for a minute, frowning a little as he leans against the doorframe and watches Brendon shift under the covers (all twelve of them). Then Spencer realizes it's a little bit creepy of him to be hovering in doorways, and he huffs at himself and moves into the room, over to the bed.

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ALKSDJ okay so I just. I NEED TO MAKE A LIST, OKAY. Pay no attention!

( FUCK YEAH fic ideas! )

ETA:

Also I want to mention that today was an awesome day wherein I got paid and then found like eight thousand new articles of clothing at Goodwill. it's a sickness, but I got SO MANY CUTE SKIRTS OMG (and a seasonally inappropriate sundress!), I may eta this eta later with picspam, I dunno. Also my Lush order should be shipping soon \o/ \o/ \o/

To sum up: I have IDEAS and I spend money on things I don't need. My LJ is super interesting!

Jon isn't even looking up, he's too immersed in marking cups for the bar, when he hears the familiar order: venti soy unsweet awake tea latte. Immediately, his head snaps up, and he gives the hotass mystery Tea Latte Guy a smile. "Hey!"

"Hey!" the guy says, beaming in response. "You're working tonight!"

"Yeah, most exciting Friday night I've had in ages," Jon shrugs, setting the cup down on the bar and starting on Tea Latte Guy's.

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Spencer can grumble all he likes about Brendon's questionable taste in film, but Brendon's choice of Jurassic Park to start off their movie marathon is awesome. Brendon has two words for Spencer, and those two words are: Jeff. Goldblum.

Also: Tyrannosaurus. Rex.

And Brendon loves this movie, okay? It's one of the first movies he can actually remember seeing in the theater, and he was totally stunned by the dinosaurs the first time he saw them and they hold up pretty well to repeated viewings and the test of time. The brachiosaurus in the forest will never not be amazing.

And the vibrating water cup when the T-Rex approaches never gets less creepy. And the music, seriously, the music!

And, come on, who's he kidding. He likes the way Spencer curls around him, all concerned and pretending not to be when the triceratops gets sick, and how Spence holds on a little harder when when the raptors are chasing the kids, and how Spence snickers into Brendon's shoulder and mutters Ryan when the crazy dinosaur with the neck-flaps kills Newman. Jurassic Park is Brendon's favorite right now.


12/04

Brendon's math notebook is his catch-all notebook, the one where he doesn't bother with taking many notes in class, instead he just doodles boxes and Batmen and writes his name in various scripts and jots down sentences and phrases he thinks might make good lyrics one day. If, y'know, Ryan ever says he needs any help. Brendon is so there to help. He is a helper.

There's only one rule to his notebook - he has to fill a page before he starts another one.

Well, two rules. The first one is that nobody else ever gets to read it. Then the fill-a-page-before-you-turn-it rule.


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They pull into a Denny's parking lot just off the highway in eastern Idaho, and Spencer grimaces as he glances out the bus windows, at the snow that's not actually falling from the sky, but just being blown around by the 80 mph gusts of wind. "Awesome," he mutters, rummaging in likely corners of the bus for his coat. "Where're my gloves?" ( Read more... )

I don't know how I made it this long in bandom without reading boywives, but.

My reaction can best be summed up by the following:

;♥;

So I had this big ol' introspective entry planned and then LOL NO'd myself because really. Honestly. It was provoked by watching Dreamgirls.

I don't even know what to do with that.

So instead of going to Tampa, I bought an ipod. I'm okay with this. I lost my little shuffle like MONTHS ago in a movie theater (I think?) after I got smashed and stumbled around downtown and then went to a midnight showing of the Dark Crystal (BAD. PLAN. BAD PLAN BAD PLAN BAD PLAN).

Anyway, um, yes! :D So now I have an awesome 160GB silver ipod classic! And I haven't even made a DENT in it. Hobvious solution is to spend this morning downloading albums and movies. \o/

Saw Paranormal Activity last night, and was suitably freaked out. Freaked out enough that I couldn't go to sleep with just silence and dark, had to play LOTMS on my NEW IPOD!!!!!!1 in bed (because there's nothing more comforting or soporific than watching two drunk Way brothers play kickball). But it wasn't as terrifying as I was expecting. Yay?

Not much else to report. Oh, because I am generally pretty pathetic, I did a search for this journal name on delicious and read the links to the ryanrossy!wrangling fic - this story is only interesting because one person had put, seriously, that the Alex Greenwald in the fic was OOC and it made the whole thing unsatisfying.

Which made me laugh a lot. \o/

I think I've figured out a way to go to the show Panic is playing on Dec 6 in Tampa. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD HOPE HOPE HOPE. Now I just have to talk one of my faily IRL friends into going with me. /o\

SERIOUSLY, THAT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE. I need a roadtrip LIKERIGHTNOW.

Also I'm kinda shit-scared because now that I finished the Ryanross!wrangling fic, I have nothing to do but start actually writing this big damn apocabigbang MCR Desolation Row thing. It's freaking me the fuck out.

So of course I'm going to re-read Watchmen for the next two weeks in the name of "research," instead. :\

A Field Guide to Ryan Rosses, by Spencer J. Smith, Esq.
Author: manipulant
Pairings: tangential Ryan/Z, Spencer/Brendon - but it's mainly about Spencer and Ryan's friendship. Um, bits of angst.
Word Count: ~9500
Rating: PG-13 for like 80,000 uses of the word "fuck"
Summary: Passing a torch that you're not tired of yet really sucks, Spencer decides. Alex Greenwald can’t deal with the bizarre moodswings of Ryan Ross, and must enlist a professional.
Warnings/Notes: No warnings to speak of. Alex Greenwald is ridiculously OOC. I owe a lot of people thanks for kicking my ass re: finishing this. (Especially the damn fight scene.) So – yeah, thanks, y’all. ♥


( It takes Alex a couple of months to realize the correlation between one of Smith’s Happy Fun Times Band tweets and one of Ryan’s killer death moods. )

Tonight while I was coming home from work, the moon was so bright that I shut off the headlights for a couple of miles once I got on country backroads. It was scary and awesome.

Um, other than that, nothing new to report. I'm going to be done with my first real-life bandom story in about 45 minutes, which. o_O Don't know how to feel about that.

Tomorrow I'm going thrifting with my 2 actualfax Girls Who Are Friends. Sweet! I need to remember to charge my phone battery so I can take pictures of anything I find.

GODDAMMIT I NEED A BETA FOR THIS FUCKING PANIC FIC. Actually not EVEN a beta, just someone to read it and either go LOL NO or MOAR. I can do my own SPAG check.

Also I've realized I have no idea where to post this thing. BSM? I guess? DDDD: