behindthec: (ryden.)
...if, say, i should write this as a drabbly valentine's day thing, i need scenarios for him to fail hardcore.  i've already got the one time he succeeds, but i need ideas for the five times he fails.  it shouldn't be hard.  he's faily.  but i can't seem to come up with anything yet.

anyone?

NO. WORDS.

Feb. 2nd, 2009 08:36 pm
behindthec: (slash)
OH MY GOD. JUST. OH MY GOD. GO WRITE GSF. EVERYONE, GO. GO WRITE AIR MATTRESS JEALOUSY, STEALING OF BEDS, AND LOTS OF SHENANIGANS THAT COME WITH LIVING AND SHARING A BEDROOM WITH ALL OF YOUR BANDMATES AND THEIR DOGS.

YOUR PROMPT?

RYAN ROSS'S MOTHERFUCKING BLOG.

I LOVE BANDOM OH SO MUCH.

*makes absolutely no comment whatsoever on use of a band named "cream" as today's choice*

becca and i discuss. largely in capslock. )

i feel dishonest even calling it fan fiction anymore, man.

:D

behindthec: (patd is for lovers)
courtesy of ginni, whom i shall now marry:

go on, drool. )

jesus fucking christ, ross.  just.  warn us a little before you go all oldschool-smoking-hot, okay?  i'm at work.  i can't jerk off at work.  fuck.

(eta: apparently they're all from here, HOLY FUCK, SO MANY!!!)

also, a screencap from this morning when i was so bored i thought i'd look through facebook groups b/c the stupid fangirls give them such hilariously lame names:



also, the best part of my search was the group entitled, "ryan ross is NOT a 13-year-old girl!!!  he is a HOT MAN!!!!!!!!"

okay but WAIT, right.  here, HERE, LOOK AT THE GROUP'S PROFILE PICTURE.

?!?!?!!  ARGUMENT FAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there's also another issue i would like to address.  i know there aren't a lot of dudes reading this, but, if you are, you can answer for yourself.  seriously.  okay.  we all know ryan and brendon have bracelets with each other's names on them, this is canon, they've acknowledged it, there is plenty of photo proof, etc., and they wear them like... all the time?  idk?  or very often, at least.  and i would just like to pose the question... how many straight-guys-who-are-not-dating-each-other do you know who would do that?  i don't even know girls who would do that with a friend.  i mean, i wouldn't put it past ryan and spencer because they're ryanandspencer, but.  come on.

i just.  yeah.

i'm not the type of freak who's always trying to scrabble at all the little bitty real-life things to prove that a pair is fucking, but.  SERIOUSLY, guys.  seriously.

happy friday!!!!!!  i see cobra tonight!!!!!  and finally meet my buddy charlie, whom i met on facebook like back in january.  in celebration:



yeaaaaah... i'm a nerd.  and screw you, i'll rape your flist with pics whenever i want. :P

behindthec: (pwf)
no, really.

ryan.  shane.  guilt.  angst.  PWF FINALLY GETS SOME SMUT.  \o/

click here for the full post.

pwf officially has fanfic now!  and it's awesome.  everyone needs to write some.

Title: Broken Strings [1/1]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ginsatonic
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction. 
Word Count: 5,600
Summary: Brendon is tired. Shane is emo. Ryan is oblivious. No-one is complete. Angst ensues.
Dedication: Yeah, Colin for demanding encouraging this and for helping every step of the way. And for writing pwf :)
Notes: Be gentle, folks!

"You, Ryan Ross, that's what's wrong with me." ]


behindthec: (patd is for lovers)
i am dangerously close to writing a (now belated) halloween fic where brendon and ryan dress up as each other, and there are lots of jokes and making fun and "omg is that srsly how you see me?" which turns into slight emo drama and then they fall in love, the end.  ugh, someone save me from the unbearable awesomeness of it and tell me to work on chapter 11.

oh, here, have a chapter 11... teaser.  ahem.



sorry, all i have is a paragraph of handwritten notes that i wrote during a meeting at work yesterday.

i am kind of a lot depressed tonight for many/no reason(s).  feel free to write me a random paragraph of porn in the comments.  ily.


behindthec: (spyro.)
Title: When Pigs Fly and Cliches Die [1/1]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab
Rating: R
Pairings: Ryan/Spencer
Word Count: ~10,500 (was supposed to be like, 3k; epic fail.)
Disclaimer: They belong to Pete  each other  the island  themselves, not me. Fiction as far as I know.
Summary: It sucks because it's all Brendon's fault, and doesn't Brendon cause enough trouble already?
Dedication: [livejournal.com profile] cenophobic, because.  Everyone who's been following PWF, and everyone who shares my Spencer-wearing-pink fetish.
Author's Notes: I needed a break from overwhelming angst PWF.  But because it's ME, this still managed to drum up some angst anyway.  *headdesk*  It's nothing terribly special or original, and it got way sappier than I'd intended (again, so typical), and I feel like there should be a little more to the ending... but it's cute and I like a lot of the dialogue, so, hope you enjoy.  The "bear of doom" of which Ryan speaks can be seen in the Ryan/Spence birthday picspam I posted a couple weeks ago.  LJ is still fucking me in the ass and blogspot did too, so I've started a temporary xanga (!WTF) in order to post stuff.
behindthec: (clancol - shoes)
so, my schedule for today/tomorrow (b/c i work for MDA and i have to work the annual telethon): 7:30pm-midnight today; 6am-9:30ishpm tomorrow night, then go back to work the next day. pls to shoot me nao?  ah well, it's all for a good cause, yada yada yada.

yesterday was nice though. also, i cut my hair (i don't know WHY, WHY i tried to give myself the ryhawk again, considering it didn't work LAST time i tried, and it turned out pretty much the same this time, but it's not horrible), and then i got really really bored and dug out make-up i haven't used in like. years. and then i took pictures, b/c i'm pete wentz that way.

COLIN SEZ: pls to bring back oldschool ryro )


ah.  and now, the reason for this post.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYRO AND SPENCE.
 

picspam filled with embarrassing teenage photos! YAY! )picspam filled with embarrassing teenage photos! YAY! )

and i leave you all with this, courtesy of becca, who calls it "jon walker: hug ninja".

save it for when you really need a smile. ;)



behindthec: (Default)
trust me, they're worth it.

a preface to a manifesto/primer that someone will make someday, of ryan's growing crush on alex greenwald.

in which he rides atop alex's shoulders, which we've all seen. (ETA: i have no earthly idea how i forgot to mention this, but this vid also includes brendon and ryan SKIPPING OFF STAGE WITH THEIR ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER. NO KEYMASHING HERE WILL SUFFICE.)

this is ryan ross holding a football and... kind of dancing while alex plays, um, ukulele?
  no no, all you need to see in that is ryan.  football.  dancing.  three things that should never, ever, ever go in the same sentence, let alone be visually rendered.  alex pretty much nails it: "this is the weirdest combination you're ever gonna see."  (also the others play hackeysack and brendon carries himself like such a gay man is so gorgeous and lanky and bouncy and hai, want to bone him nao pls.)  i have watched this about six times this morning, and each time i laugh harder.  there were tears, people.  tears.  falling from my laughing green eyes, okay.

now, for your weekend pleasure, head over to [community profile] dotcoms_refresh for the three panic GSF's that were posted yesterday by wayincognito.

cheerio. <3
behindthec: (emo pride)

i might post later on with official intro bullshit.  maybe.  in the meantime, this is why i shouldn't write when i'm depressed.  (refs to ryan's blog entry linked in my last post.)

behindthec: (me - flirting is the path)
(mmmm... happy memory of today: driving around blasting rocket summer with the windows down and totally orgasming over avary's falsetto riffs.  UNF.)

so, okay.

riding my bike around the apartment complex in semi-darkness with bugs flying at me, and me totally abandoning the handlebars, and the wind and the roaring silence effected by the wind and, okay.  so much more effective than yoga or meditation.  just saying.

in other news, i went to a baseball game on wednesday night with my co-workers, and i spent the majority of the game texting back and forth with becca, who was in the middle of writing me like, the most intensely angsty emo one-shot like, in the universe (pete/ryan, night before pete's wedding, need i say more omfg), which SHE WAS ACTUALLY TEXTING TO ME AS SHE WROTE IT BECAUSE I COULDN'T STAND NOT HAVING IT.

i wonder what this says about me as a human being.

also, i don't care all that much at all, because it was an awesome night, and my boss is very physically affectionate and it's kind of amusing, especially when we all start debating whether or not she is a big lesbo, which we do a lot.  (it basically consists of all of us going "you ARE!!!" and her going "i am NOT!!!"  simple.  predictable.  entertaining.)

in not so unrelated news at all, it struck me today, like lightning (just as hard, just as fast, just as electrifying), that "of all the gin joints in the world" is so. totally. and completely. one hundred fucking percent WRITTEN ABOUT RYAN ROSS.  holy jesus, and just.  yeah.  fuck.  wow.

back to the game, i also spent over thirty dollars on parking, a pretzel, a coke, and cotton candy.  the world is sad, really.  i even had to borrow a dollar from chase BECAUSE COTTON CANDY APPARENTLY COSTS FIVE DOLLARS NOW.


and then.  THEN!!!!!!  THEN, when i was out of cash ENTIRELY -- I SAW SOMEONE WALKING AROUND WITH A FUNNEL CAKE.  WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY GET A FUNNEL CAKE.  I SAW NO FUNNEL CAKE ANYWHERE.  i tried to force myself to see it as a lesson in contentment.  but mostly i just ended up really really wanting funnel cake.  WHEN DOES ANYONE NOT WANT FUNNEL CAKE, COME ON PPL.

keri and i got really drunk last night and made like, 35 minutes of drunken iMovie videos that included awesome phrases like, "THAT IS A DOORSTOP AND NO YOU CANNOT STICK IT UP YOUR BUM!!!!!!!!!!"  (watching the videos back this morning, we were laughing so hard we were almost in tears.)  then we had really really super emo role-play sex and it was fucking epic, okay.  yeah.  UNF.  i also attempted to play "pas de cheval" and "disenchanted" on our fantastic new electric guitar, while drunk, and ALMOST did not completely fail.


and today, TODAY, we went to the skate park because they were having an etnies thing, i don't know honestly, all i really have consciousness for when we go to the skatepark is, like, JAILBAIT.  IN SKINNYJEANS.  ON SKATEBOARDS.  HAI.  (fyi, no, okay, keri actually skates, we don't go JUST to stare at the boys.  well, she doesn't, anyway.)

eric fletcher is totally my new skaterboy crush.  i mean, COME ON, CAN YOU LOOK AT THIS AND NOT SQUEE.  though sadly when we saw him today he'd cut his hair. :/ (my last crush, blaine, has gotten a little scruffy and doesn't look underage enough anymore.  such is life.)

that is all.  i'm stalling.  b's gonna have my ass for this (and not in the good way).  i'm totally supposed to be writing lapdance fic as we speak, while she bitches about how emo her fic has gotten and tries to blame it on me.

see, this is why we work so well together. <3

how, HOW did this entry get so long?!  this was supposed to be like, TWO SENTENCES ABOUT MY ZEN BIKE RIDING EXPERIENCE.  christ.

onward.
behindthec: (ryden.)
Title: Pit Stop at IHOP [1/1]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lolab
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Accidental misuse of orange juice.  Defiling of one (1) lavender hoodie.
Disclaimer: Q: “What’s the most ridiculous thing you ever bought?”  Pete: “Ryan Ross.”  So yeah.  Pete’s.  Not mine.  Fictional as far as I know.
Summary: "Do you want me to stop flirting with you?"
Dedications: To Keri, for being drunk enough to support my IHOP craving.  To Becca ([livejournal.com profile] falling_words), for loving happy!Ryro more than porn, apparently.  To my Clan of epic win (go join; brilliance is soon on its way).  And for everyone who gave me porn to get this early, including [livejournal.com profile] girl_divided, [livejournal.com profile] noteto__self, [livejournal.com profile] jfalaz, and my LJ wife, [livejournal.com profile] conquer_minds.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this fluff in two hours after a midnight trip to IHOP with my wifey.  This was the one good thing that came from breaking my diet, and therefore I don’t regret my stuffed french toast or hash browns for one second.

Title inspired by CIWWAF.

Ryan was in a good mood... )
behindthec: (ryden.)
Title: How Misery Loved Me [1/1]
Author:[info]lolab
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Q: “What’s the most ridiculous thing you ever bought?”  Pete: “Ryan Ross.”  So yeah.  Pete’s.  Not mine.  Fictional as far as I know.
Warnings: Emo crap; a bit of angst; shameless exploitation of Pretty. Odd. lyrics, but for a good cause.
Summary: Brendon had never seen Ryan cry.
Author’s Notes: My first Ryden.  Some parts of this I absolutely abhor, some parts I love; but overall I’m relatively satisfied.
Dedications: Written for my original slash partner Becca ([info]falling_words).  Thank you for the beautiful prompt and for Spencer and inspiration and porn and Walkie and emo and for coming together on stage and, fuck, okay, I love you.  And Sophie ([info]minus_four) who loves Ryden as I do. :)

Brendon had never seen Ryan cry. )

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