permanent jet lag indeed.
Dec. 20th, 2008 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
behindthecsince 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).
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 ofchristmas 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 sincemy 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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
livinglifeloud, is already doing it.
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.
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
i'm also going to prompt you all again since
livinglifeloud, is already doing it.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.
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Date: 2008-12-20 07:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-20 07:54 pm (UTC)Also, I'm totally writing you something for that room. Actually, I'm writing that room something for you. Cause let's be honest, that room wins all.
Also, I think it'll be GSF. I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE. Also, here's the quote that's inspiring it: "Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book."
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Date: 2008-12-20 07:55 pm (UTC)i love you.
gsf, in that room? this is the best christmas ever, no lie. i love LJ. i love my peeps here. i love panic. i love YOU.
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Date: 2008-12-20 07:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-20 08:29 pm (UTC)WANT NAO.
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Date: 2008-12-20 08:35 pm (UTC)There were piles of books forming a small circle around him, papers fluttering in the breeze, and sunlight filtering through the larger-than-life windows. Ryan kept his head down, though, tucked into his chest, and all but ignored the scenic view which had demanded his attention the moment he'd walked into the vast room. Of course, the mountains and clouds and nearly blinding sun had caught his eye first, until he'd heard someone mention books, and the pull on his body had been nearly magnetic, then, as his gaze slipped past the windows and towards the bookshelves. He could smell it immediately, and he wondered how he'd missed it. The musty smell of old books, of leather bindings. Comfort. He'd claimed the room and no one had argued, not even Brendon, though he'd stared longingly at the piano, and isolated himself for hours, reading book after book after book. Now, sitting on a small rug closest to the windows, Ryan found himself captivated by Dickens' A Christmas Carol. He'd read it before, of course, but it was Christmas, after all, and he'd felt the need to read it again. And though the air that surrounded him was still and silent, he could hear the soft hum of voices from downstairs, and he smiled softly as he read.
They'd rented the cabin from an old man in Switzerland, who treated them like they were his grandchildren instead of strangers who were apparently in some band he'd never heard of. He can't remember who suggested it first, but someone had mentioned Switzerland and that had been that. Ryan couldn't think of anywhere more beautiful to spend the holidays. And the company-- well. Ryan couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather be with at the moment. He didn't see them very much during the day, but Brendon's voice, and Spencer's eyes, and Jon's presence and... That was enough, wasn't it? It always would be.
So. Now you can be all. Anticipating and such.
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Date: 2008-12-20 08:45 pm (UTC)ALSO, MOAR. NEED.
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Date: 2008-12-20 08:49 pm (UTC)Also, I'm totally using this as the outside setting, cause it's all. Winter Wonderland and such.
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Date: 2008-12-20 08:52 pm (UTC)holy fucking hell, that is GORGEOUS. i just made it my new desktop wallpaper. every time i see the little cabin sitting there, i'm going to think of what's going on inside it. XD
<3333333333333333333^infinity
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Date: 2008-12-20 08:54 pm (UTC)But seriously, yeah, pretty sure I'm moving to Switzerland and bringing all of those boys with me. Also, all of fandom.