behindthec: (pwf - pants)
omg guise your comments are making me cry.

it's over. :'(

let's make ourselves feel better.  picspam my comments or something.  prompt each other.  have cybersex.  write porn.  confess crushes on each other.  whatever.  lol.  let's celebrate instead!


/lame.

behindthec: (pwf)
Title: The Present and the Distance [epilogue]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab 
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: GSF
Warnings: Fluff. Sex. More fluff. More sex. Adventuring.
Disclaimer: I think it's pretty clear they belong to the island now.
Summary: It's amazing, the things you notice when you finally let yourself.
Dedication: How 'bout the boys? They friggin' never get dedication; the hell.  They deserve it after what I've put them through.
Notes: Please refer to the prologue, referenced here. Acknowledgments/notes linked at the end. Thank you all again, endlessly and forever.

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

Why did no one remind me how much I hate photoshoots? )


behindthec: (pwf)
Title: The Present and the Distance [19/19; epilogue to come]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab 
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: GSF! \o/ ^ infinity!
POV: Like you care now.
Warnings: Sex. Hot gay group sex. Sexsexsex. BOYPILES. Homoerotic orgy goodness. Capiche?
Disclaimer: I own them now. *gathers them possessively into arms; glares around warningly at everyone else*
Summary: I think I can speak for everyone when I say finally.
Dedication: [livejournal.com profile] notyourshot for this[livejournal.com profile] livinglifeloud for comicstrip!pwf[livejournal.com profile] moku_youbi for the prequel of life[livejournal.com profile] pluginxbaby for thoughts on ~logistics, and everyone who knows how delicious sleep-deprived sex can be. ;)
Notes: Well. Okay. So lame; my heart's pounding as I post this. I'm not doing mushy farewells; this really isn't the end. The epilogue is coming shortly, literally a chapter in itself, with loads of great stuff I just couldn't fit here, so look for it soon. (Also, pretty sure I stole the cut text from... Home Alone, maybe? I forget.) I so hope this was worth your wait, dears. <3

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

When I grow up and get married, I'm living alone. )

WHOA. NOM.

Jan. 14th, 2009 12:59 pm
behindthec: (pwf)
[livejournal.com profile] livinglifeloud  is the best person in the world, the end.  presenting... COMICBOOK!PWF. \o/!!!!!!!!!!!

- page 1
- page 2
- page 3
- eta: page 4!


no.  motherfucking.  words.  my stomach hurts from laughing.

go forth and see if you can top this.  i don't think anyone could.

behindthec: (pwf)
please don't get offended if i don't respond to comments; i love to read them but i'm trying to save my arms to write the actual chapter. <3  ILY guise.



Brendon pads across the floor to him, pressing himself gently against Ryan's back, arms encircling him, and rests his head against Ryan's shoulderblade.  It's only seconds before he feels Spencer creep up from behind and do the same to him, sandwiching Brendon between the two of them.  He feels their torsos shift as they take breaths, and it steadies his own, but he's sure Ryan can feel Brendon's heart pounding against his back.
 
And they're there, a frozen line of nerves three times over, until Ryan whispers, "Okay," and Spencer backs off first, then Brendon; pieces breaking off from an almost-whole, as Ryan shifts just enough to align one eye with the peephole.




(U C wat i did thar: it's not even the full chapter and i STILL leave you with a cliffhanger! XD)
behindthec: (Default)
jsyk, like, everyone's all "OMG ONE PART LEFT, WHAT WILL I DO WITH MY LIFE AFTER."  don't forget, there is an epilogue!  and this isn't some pointless one-page snippet of Life After, or a laaaame 10-year leap forward (i know deathly hallows kind of destroyed epilogues for like, UNTIL THE END OF TIME); this one's almost cooler than chapter 19 itself.
 
my epilogue is srs bzns.  it puts the EPI(C) IN EPILOGUE.  okay so i'm tired and lame.  but, just wanted everyone to know, consider pwf as having 20 chapters, okay?  sweet.
 
also: this isn't the apocalypse, so hush!  after this i'll be finishing a rywalk i started last summer.  it's one of my favourite things i've ever written; can't wait to share with you guys.

behindthec: (pwf)
Title: The Present and the Distance [18/19]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: Panic: Ryden-heavy, hints of everyone, eventual GSF, a bit of Brendon/Shane
POV: 3rd; varies
Warnings: Minor character death, violence, angst. Also, angst. Did I mention ANGST.
Disclaimer: They belong to Pete each other the island themselves. Fiction. Any similarities to Lost are incidental, as I have never seen the show.
Summary: There is no way to summarize this that doesn't sound ridiculous, so I leave you with my original cheesy!blurb(tm): There are 17,508 islands in Indonesia, about 6,000 of which are inhabited. On August 31, 2008, returning from an Australian tour in the middle of the year's most violent storm to date, a plane carrying Panic at the Disco loses power, veers off course, and crashes into one of the remaining 11,508 islands. This is their story.
Dedication: [livejournal.com profile] dunklesengel007, for Cheetos and such. [livejournal.com profile] livinglifeloud, for Billrad. [livejournal.com profile] tanisafan, for Brencer. <3
Notes: Maybe this will change your mind. Or maybe this. Or maybe the opening flashback in this. If not... too bad. :P Slight change to the soundtrack: much as I love Phantom, this just fit better.

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

It sounds cliched, maybe, but... )


behindthec: (pwf)
you guys are amazing.

18 teaser (see ch 9 opening flashback for ref):


Hannah considers this for a moment before turning to him with bright eyes.  "You can adopt me."
 
Brendon finds it in himself, somewhere, to smile.  "Don't you think your mom and dad would mind?"
 
"Oh, we don't have to tell them.  It'll be a secret."
 
Brendon promptly decides this is the peak opportune time to tickle her and blow raspberries on her tummy until she giggles loud enough to wake the dead -- or at least enough to drown out the jingle of Spencer's text until Brendon thinks to check it, nearly half an hour later.
 
meet me at ryan's house?

behindthec: (pwf)
everyone is forgetting that they have been on the island since august 31, 2008 and it is now mid-june 2009, so no, unless a) we are dealing with the world's longest pregnancy ever, or b) keltie flew to the island sometime in the middle of that and fucked ryan behind a palm tree, she is not carrying his baby.

that is all i can say about that. :)

rant in the comm, but i don't have the arm strength to answer more comments here.  ily all. ;)

p.s. best ending suggestion EVER, from [livejournal.com profile] stelaclaudithey should like, make this giant reservoir in vegas and plant an island right in the middle of that and then whenever anyone wants to visit them they have to use pete's boat, b/c pete's house will inevitably be placed right there next to the giant reservoir like some kind of paranoid parent :)  WAY cooler than my ending, fo' shiz.

discuss YOUR ideal pwf ending!  whoever's closest wins my dick a prize!  not really.  but.  <3

eta: [livejournal.com profile] moku_youbi, my dearest love, came up with the best one so you can all stop theorizing because nothing can top this ever: Maybe Keltie's just having a lesbian affair with Hayley and Cassie. That's what I vote.  YES.  YESSSSSS.  can we get a videotape of this also pls??

behindthec: (pwf)
Title: The Present and the Distance [17/19]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab 
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: Panic: Ryden-heavy, hints of everyone, eventual GSF, a bit of Brendon/Shane
POV: 3rd; varies
Warnings: Minor character death, violence, angst. Also, angst. Did I mention ANGST.
Disclaimer: They belong to Pete each other the island themselves. Fiction. Any similarities to Lost are incidental, as I have never seen the show.
Summary: There is no way to summarize this that doesn't sound ridiculous, so I leave you with my original cheesy!blurb(tm): There are 17,508 islands in Indonesia, about 6,000 of which are inhabited. On August 31, 2008, returning from an Australian tour in the middle of the year's most violent storm to date, a plane carrying Panic at the Disco loses power, veers off course, and crashes into one of the remaining 11,508 islands. This is their story.
Dedication: Everyone who wrote me holiday/birthday gifts. :D
Notes: Chapter 17: In Which Ryan Cries Like An Emo Waterfall. If you haven't been following the soundtrack, I strongly encourage you to do so in this chapter. Just stop reading when you get there and listen to it, because that's kind of a big transitional point in the story. *shrug* It'll kill you with emotion, if nothing else. My arms are still bothering me, so it may take me awhile to reply to comments. <3

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

There's a fragile stretch of five solid minutes before any outward reaction grips them. )

behindthec: (pwf)
Title: The Present and the Distance [16/19]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab 
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: Panic: Ryden-heavy, hints of everyone, eventual GSF, a bit of Brendon/Shane
POV: 3rd; varies
Warnings: Minor character death, violence, angst. Also, angst. Did I mention ANGST.
Disclaimer: They belong to Pete each other the island themselves. Fiction. Any similarities to Lost are incidental, as I have never seen the show.
Summary: There is no way to summarize this that doesn't sound ridiculous, so I leave you with my original cheesy!blurb(tm): There are 17,508 islands in Indonesia, about 6,000 of which are inhabited. On August 31, 2008, returning from an Australian tour in the middle of the year's most violent storm to date, a plane carrying Panic at the Disco loses power, veers off course, and crashes into one of the remaining 11,508 islands. This is their story.
Dedication: [livejournal.com profile] moku_youbi, for grammar pride vs. emo pride, fangirling, and ~such. Phantom Planet, for Hadouken, and wonderful memories always.
Notes: Meh, close enough to Tuesday.  I probably can't answer comments right away; my carpal tunnel/tendonitis is acting up bad. :/  But rest assured I will read them and smile.  Also, beware. This chapter kind of made me cry.

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

Brendon smiles brightly. He's afraid if he doesn't, he might die. )

behindthec: (pwf)
"Once upon a time, the world ended..."

Brendon's voice rings through on cue; Jon's soft harmony creeps in, and Ryan fumbles with the remaining three strings on the guitar, but it's enough to lead them through the basics of the melody.  It's unusual, their style now; musically independent of specific influences; closer, maybe, to their original sound, with bizarre, all-over chord progressions -- but overall softer, more intense somehow.  Despite the evolution, the rush of playing something new for the first time feels the same as ever, and Ryan clings to it.


[posting tuesday.]


behindthec: (pwf)
Title: The Present and the Distance [15/19]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab 
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: Panic: Ryden-heavy, hints of everyone, eventual GSF, a bit of Brendon/Shane
POV: 3rd; varies
Warnings: Minor character death, violence, angst. Also, angst. Did I mention ANGST.
Disclaimer: They belong to Pete each other the island themselves. Fiction. Any similarities to Lost are incidental, as I have never seen the show.
Summary: There is no way to summarize this that doesn't sound ridiculous, so I leave you with my original cheesy!blurb(tm): There are 17,508 islands in Indonesia, about 6,000 of which are inhabited. On August 31, 2008, returning from an Australian tour in the middle of the year's most violent storm to date, a plane carrying Panic at the Disco loses power, veers off course, and crashes into one of the remaining 11,508 islands. This is their story.
Dedication: [livejournal.com profile] monamour_x, for this[livejournal.com profile] piper47, for the best Christmas present ever; and everyone who responded to my prompts recently. \o/
Notes: Hope you all enjoyed the kinks. :) I had a blast, met some awesome peeps, so thanks. I noticed a lot of new people friended me throughout the series, so if you're curious about this fic (we call it PWF), please start from the beginning; it won't be worth your time otherwise.

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

It's all in how flexible your tongue is, really. )

teaser?

Dec. 24th, 2008 08:09 pm
behindthec: (pwf)
he crept into the four sided circle
climbed the walls
until they climbed back
and he sunk into the curves
till they swallowed him down

group sex.

Dec. 23rd, 2008 07:03 pm
behindthec: (pwf)
in pwf.  how do you want it?

not saying it's happening any time soon or at all, but when/if it does, i need input.  i've read loads of gsf and i've written some (meh, 800 words of it), and obviously i've written porn, but i can't get a clear image of how i want this to go, in purely mechanical terms, play-by-plays.  i'm talking logistics.  because, this isn't just oh-so-THIS-is-happening-now-okay cabin sex; it's not a random experiment.  this is THE SEX.  i know it's hard to ask for input when i can't give away anything about the actual scene itself, but.  any input you have would be awesome.  any images you have.  like, i really only need a single moment to build to: which could be like, so-and-so's doing such-and-such to so-and-so while so-and-so is doing this, etc.  i don't want it to focus on any one pairing; i want it to be a total group effort.  and that's the hard part, i think.  b/c obv if there is TOO much going on at once, you lose some of the intimacy, but if you pair up, the group dynamic is lost.  it's such a fine balance.

if anyone has any images/descriptions/anything you can imagine for it, do share.  maybe i'm overthinking it, but it kind of has to be perfect.

...also.  chapter 15 is sitting in my gmail drafts, lonely and waiting to be read.  not posting till the 26th, but i'm wondering what you guys might be willing to do to get it in your inbox tonight.  make me an offer, i'm curious. XD  (16 is half done too; i'm on a roll.)

ETA: leave your email.  ***THIS OFFER IS OPEN UNTIL 10PM EST TONIGHT.***  (yes, i extended it.  and if you are weirded about leaving your address for all to see, email me at silver_snake11@yahoo.com.  i'm BCCing the email so you're safe.)
ETA II: YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE YOUR BRIBE TO ME BY 10PM, PPL. :P  i am awesome and accept written promises.
ETA III: WORD:

ETA IV: offer's closed unless you want to do that thing in ETA III... XD; thanks, this was a blast!  everyone should have it in their inbox.  if you didn't get it, let me know.  <3!
behindthec: (pwf)
since kink 7 is already up and not new to most of you, i leave you with an ~alternative present today (yes, ch 15 is well underway and will be posted after xmas).

PWF ART BY YOURS TRULY. \o/ )

drawn lovingly in Paint yesterday for sophie, who started it all with this, which had me laughing so hard i almost fell out of my chair.  as you can see, i tried to give spencer hips.  really should not have done that.  ryan is most accurate, i feel, except for where i forgot to give him balls -- although, that could've been subconsciously intentional, ha HA.  the plane looks like a shark.  don't even know how the sun came into existence, but i'm pretty sure it's responsible for the wreck.

happy 7th day of christmas kinks, everyone!  your feedback has been awesome so far and i'm so happy you're enjoying it as much as i am.  ily, etc.

i'm also going to prompt you all again since my birthday's in a couple weeks i fell in love with this pic ever since becca showed it to me, and i want everyone in the universe to write fic based on it.  my newest LJ love, [livejournal.com profile] livinglifeloud, is already doing it.

completely fucking gorgeous, tbh )

cabinfic?  holidaygetawayfic?  that interview where ryan talked about taking spence on a holiday to italy or something and this is what they rented?  ANYTHING.

go forth and produce slash, people.  happy holidays.

behindthec: (pwf)
Title: The Present and the Distance [14/19]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab 
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: Panic: Ryden-heavy, hints of everyone, eventual GSF, a bit of Brendon/Shane
POV: 3rd; varies
Warnings: Minor character death, violence, angst. Also, angst. Did I mention ANGST.
Disclaimer: They belong to Pete each other the island themselves. Fiction. Any similarities to Lost are incidental, as I have never seen the show.
Summary: There is no way to summarize this that doesn't sound ridiculous, so I leave you with my original cheesy!blurb(tm): There are 17,508 islands in Indonesia, about 6,000 of which are inhabited. On August 31, 2008, returning from an Australian tour in the middle of the year's most violent storm to date, a plane carrying Panic at the Disco loses power, veers off course, and crashes into one of the remaining 11,508 islands. This is their story.
Dedication: [livejournal.com profile] piper47, for this, from which I blatantly stole concepts.
Notes: Sorry this took so long. I promise the kinks are worth it. :) Lyrics from MyChem. This chapter's pretty intense and a little surreal, so, read carefully, I guess, and take deep breaths. (And yes, the interview Jon refs is real; it was one of the HCT interviews.)

Please refer to the master post for previous chapters, notes, soundtrack listing, etc.; and the PWF support group to rant and share theories.

It isn't supposed to happen like this. )

behindthec: (piano)
so here's the deal.  as most of you know, i work for MDA (non-profit), and our office has had a tough year.  obv.  our office is only like $5k away from hitting budget (i.e. raising the amount we are assigned to raise) and you have no idea how fucking close that is, or how desperate we are to reach it.  so as an office we've "edited" one of our fundraising sites (it'll look funky since it wasn't designed for this) to send out to friends and family to try and reach our goal by december 31.
 
i hate solicitations like this as much as anyone, but just think, if everyone on my flist donated just ten bucks, that's $1,400.  jfc.  i'm not usually this invested in a job; we aren't even getting raises next year b/c of the economy, but i love this organization and i see every day how hard everyone works to fight against these 43 diseases, so this actually means something to me.
 
so, here's the link if you want to help.*  i'm only disabling comments b/c i don't want anyone to feel bad for like, NOT donating and feel obligated to explain why they can't.  no pressure; i just have to put the word out.
 
 
if we end up hitting budget, I WILL LET YOU ALL VOTE on what project i start after pwf.  so happy holidays! <3
 
pwf 14 tomorrow, looks like. \o/ teaser! )

 
*um, for those of you who didn't know, if you visit the site, "danielle" is my name in the real world.  bleh.  yeah.
 
behindthec: (pwf)
June/July-ish 2008.

Becca
: hahahah
  omg i have to tell you this plot
 me: it wouldn't have to be someone consciously kidnapping them
 Becca: from beatles fandom
3:01 PM because it is lolarious
  and yet
  i loved that fucking story
  and hate that shenever finished it
  there's totally a plane crash, and they end up on this random island that is populated by warrior women who use men strictly for breeding purposes and they're like 'oh well you'll do' so they capture the beatles
3:02 PM and omg it's SO DUMB when you explain it
  but it was kind of awesome
  and it was just slashy enough to make you go OMG IT'S GONNA BE SLASH and yet it never was. so perpetual blue balls.
3:03 PM me: brb, ppl

5 minutes
3:09 PM Becca: wow this website is impressive. i submitted changes to be approved this morning and some of them are already done
  go Center for Advanced Research on Language Acquisition
  aka CARLA. how cute.

6 minutes
3:16 PM me: AAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH @ BEATLES FIC
  THAT IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER
  AND NO SLASH WTF
  THAT'S HORRIBLE
 Becca: it really was the funniest thing ever
  oh taht fic
  it was beyond epic
 me: i really do like the idea of panic getting stuck on a deserted island
  like
  a LOT.
3:17 PM and i know it sounds cheesy but think of the ANGST.
 Becca: LOL
 me: and there could DEFINITELY be ryan bleeding half to death
  b/c he was whittling his stupid spear and it slipped, HAHA
 Becca: HAHAHAHHAHAHHHHAHHAHAHHA
 me: only, a sitaution much more heroic, obv.
 Becca: dude that bitch would've been hurt in the crash
 me: obv the first is more realistic, but hey.
  good point
  YES.
 Becca: he woudln't even get to play with spears
3:18 PM me: YES, he's hurt in the crash
  omg
 Becca: he'd just be like out of commission from the start
 me: b/c he's the size of a flamingo
  yes
  omg omg omg
 Becca: he's an emu
  LOL
 me: WRITE THIS NAO
 Becca: look at you ALL UP on hurting ryan ross
 me: just the first scene, when they all discover what's happened and ryan's like, barely alive.
  LOL!!!! you KNOW how much i love hurting him!
 Becca: usually there isn't blood involved
3:19 PM me: well that was your idea
  and then jon can SAVE him.
 Becca: i didn't expect you to jump on it
 me: and brendon can flip out
 Becca: lol
 me: well i'm jumpin
  deal.
3:20 PM and and
  he's still unconscious for like days
  so they have to take turns watching over him at night
  and stuff
  and there's a fire and lots of huddling and quiet weeping
 Becca: ahhaha
3:21 PM ironically the pilot and zack and everyone else on the plane is just...dead
  so it's just them
3:24 PM me: right.
  oooh, who else was on the plane?
  to make it angstier.
 Becca: LOL
 me: FOB AND ACADEMY.
  they were touring together.
 Becca: oh forfuck's sake no
  we're talking small private jet here
 me: one of them at least? LOL
  I WANT A DEAD BAND.
 Becca: NO
 me: ANGST.
 Becca: NO DEAD BANDS
 me: LOL FINE
  pete then?
 Becca: LOL NO
 me: OMG not even PETE?
3:25 PM Becca: no!
  because it's already too fucking convenient that they're the only surivivors
  if there's someone else on the plane, they live. and ryan dies.
3:26 PM me: w3jhi8fa9p834
 Becca: not that i'm ever writing this anyway
 me: it all depends on who was sitting where
  panic was sitting all together. everyoen else was in a diff part of the plane
  YOU ARE WRITING THIS.
 Becca: you'd like to think that, wouldn't you
 me: trembling lower lip
3:27 PM fine. them, zack, shane, and the pilot.
 Becca: LOL
 me: (notice how i subtly threw shane in there)
 Becca: yah srsly
  v. v. subtle
 me: he and brendon were together
 me: ROTFLMAOOOOO WTF
 Becca: idek
  but it makes me laugh
 me: yes.i want to color
  they should have patd coloring books
 Becca: LOL

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