totally random, but.

[behindthec]

i love those panic pics where there is so much going on in the pic and you just can't help but giggle.  i also love how jon is always so, so amused by the ryden.  (we all remember the "ryden dirty" incident, y?)

for instance (click to enlarge).  brendon and ryan are obviously the focus (ryan's face -- it's that look my cat gets when you're not sure if he's going to get bored and plop down and ignore you, or attack your face with fangs; i can almost see ryan's tail swishing cryptically), but spencer's got that "i'm going to ignore the ghey, like i do best") and jon's just all HEEEEEEE, LULZ, I KNOWS THINGS.



there, write something about that.  tide me over until i finish 18.  maybe it'll make me finish faster (haha, finish faster).

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[beachan18.livejournal.com]

dude, what ryden dirty incident? I suck

I love that pic lol Ryan looks like he's thinking something naughty haha

[lolab.livejournal.com]

oh, HA, it was this interview where they were introducing songs and jon had to introduce "ridin' dirty" and as soon as he said it he just stumbled over it and started laughing, and brendon and ryan fucking CRACKED UP, and jon said it again, emphasizing "RY-DEN", and they all lost it; it was just priceless.

he really does. XD

[hippiemoose.livejournal.com]

It's kinda sad though. Brendon's being all bi like he usually is and throwing himself at Ryan, and Ryan's all just like "I'm so straight but I'll just tease the poor boy."

*headdesk*
I don't even know.

Jon's such a perv

[lolab.livejournal.com]

i knowwwwww haha.

TOTALLY, GOD.

[iamiamamachine.livejournal.com]

(ryan's face -- it's that look my cat gets when you're not sure if he's going to get bored and plop down and ignore you, or attack your face with fangs; i can almost see ryan's tail swishing cryptically)
THIS IS SO TRUE, PLUK DOES THIS ALL THE TIME.
jon's face! sometimes i forget he used to look like that. remembering is always a pleasant surprise. ♥

[lolab.livejournal.com]

RIGHT?!?!?!?

jon's face is *amazing*.

[thewayudoitt.livejournal.com]

omfggg.
so, you have NO idea how hard I'm laughing right now.
like, I was just in hysterical giggles for no reason.
xDDD

omfg, is it just me or does Jon look ridiculously gorgeous in that picture? skerdbvgkgvhk.<3

[lolab.livejournal.com]

BAHAH. YAY!

jon is totally, totally gorgeous. i miss his emo hair sososo much.

[sarah-snazzy.livejournal.com]

i have a lovely little tidbit to share about my friends who don`t know about my love of fic.
so, i had given my friend allison this video of a kissed a boy that was a slide show that basically proves geckett, and she loved it and came back to me and was like SARAH THEY ARE SO GAY IT`S NOT EVEN FUNNY and i was like OMG I KNOW RIGHT? and then we talked for a bit about how sad i was that i couldn`t go see william and adam in ny.
but then, she continued talking to me about other videos she had watched, and she was like "you know, i don`t really like how the bassist for panic at the disco makes out with the lead singer all the time." and after i recovered from my fit of laughter because she was just SO out of the loop, i was like um yeah. there are several things going on in that band.
but then this weird girl patty next to me killed it because she was like um yeah i don`t like gay people, i think it`s not right, i think it`s weird that girls can like boys and girls and i was like um please leave the table.

[lolab.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAAH that's SO AWESOME.

screw patty. she's a freak. and she has a grandmother's name, so. lol

[bunniesontoast.livejournal.com]

lol. Jonwalker. <3

sorry i haven't been doing your spyro; been busing not doing my coursework/going to doctor's and stuff. lol.

how are you manbitch?

[lolab.livejournal.com]

JONWALKER.

is okay. stupid work. stupid doctors. :P

i is okay. goin to make dinnerz nao. \o/

[panicobracademy.livejournal.com]

everytime i see this picture i must again think to myself, 'jeez ryro looks hotass'
because...he does!

and oh jonn

heee knowz things!! =D

yo. do you have the link to the video where jon is all 'ridin dirtay'??
cuz i saw it once, fell in love, watched it overandover and giggled helplessly, and then lost the video. and can't find it again. D:

ps:: i don't go a day without checking your journal. ibecreepy like that. :)

pps:: heeeehee there's an ad on the side of yer journal right now and it's all 'do you like panic at the disco? check yes or no!' and it has the picture of them where ryro's holding bden's head in his hand and spencer has creepo guyliner on and jon's in this awkwardly amusing squat-stance. :D
i would check yes but then i'd have to burst into song. plus we all know it's just a scam to steal your email and then send you endless junk involving weight-loss plans and pumpkin-flavored dog food and other crap like that
:)
ily.
write faster.
i'd write you something to tide me over. but i have no capability of ever writing a full story. i always ditch them halfway through. it sucks. D:

[lolab.livejournal.com]

ahahah. he totally, totally does. but he's totally going to attack. XD

gah, i don't. i'd have to look it up on youtube. your guess is as good as mine.

LOL WHY DON'T I GET ADS LIKE THAT?!?!?

meh. write anyway. writing is good. write something short. < 1000 words.

[the-randomist.livejournal.com]

ps:: i don't go a day without checking your journal. ibecreepy like that. :)
^-^ i used to do that.
now i'm even creepier. i just track him.
now i get a superspecial message in my inbox that looks like this:

whenever colin makes a journal entry.

< /stalker>

[justranda.livejournal.com]

idk about finishing faster but i'm more than happy to assist you with your, er, problem, but i remember that episode of celebrity playlist and how much i hated allison. because she totally used-inappropriately, i might add-the pun 'i've got a fever and i can't sweat it out'. the best part about it was that they all looked at her awkwardly and there was a good thirty seconds of dead air while they figured out what the hell she was on. and when she was like, 'get it? a fever i can't sweat out' they all mumbled and were like, 'omg this bitch is insane.'

yes, i did take liberties with their internal dialogue. what are you going to do about it?

kitty!ryan might just spur some more crack!fic. watch yourself. :p

[lolab.livejournal.com]

LOL!!!!!

OH GOD NO MORE KITTENFIC. OH GOD.

[noahatthedisco.livejournal.com]

EEEEE!
I has too much to write atm, or i would TOTALLY write you fic.

I'm picspamming rite nao, if you need ~inspiration... hehe.

[lolab.livejournal.com]

hahaha is okay. YAY PICSPAM!

teaserrrrr.

[stereotypeloser.livejournal.com]

Onstage, the crew is taking care of cleanup, and Ryan spots him almost immediately. He's not sure why he feels the need to creep on this kid, but he's playing the piano again and Ryan can't quite keep his mind on anything just now. It's the first time he's ever done something like this, studied a stranger, wanted to get to know someone this bad. It wasn't like this with Spencer, or Brendon, or even Jon. People usually came to him, not the other way around.

Ryan tries to act nonchalant as he walks onto the stage, towards the bottles of water near the front. He almost bumps in to one of the sound check guys and feels his face flush at his own clumsiness, glad that Piano Boy isn't looking at him. A moment later, the gratefulness is gone, and he so badly wants to be noticed that his chest constricts painfully, leaving him breathless. This isn't how it's supposed to happen. He's not supposed to feel this way. He has Brendon, for crissake, and Spencer, and Jon. He doesn't need anyone else, he doesn't.

But he wants him. He does, and he can't pretend because he can't even bring himself to think about anything else at the moment, can only take in how the kid's hair is obscuring his eyes, and the gentle confidence with which he plays, on someone else's piano no less. Ryan has seen this look on Brendon more times than he can count.

He takes a step forward. He's hesitant, and the bottle of water clutched in his fist crackles under his tense fingers, but it's a step, it's something, and he's not going to chicken out. Soon, he's standing directly behind Piano Boy, and he feels odd, feels like he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be disturbing this guy he doesn't even know. But he is playing Brendon's piano. And Ryan talks to random people all the time. It should be easy. It should, but it isn't.

"Smashing Pumpkins," Ryan says, and it's too quiet, he'll look like an idiot of the guy hasn't heard him. But the shoulders tense, the fingers freeze, the music stops. Slowly, Piano Boy turns around, cocks his head to the side, smiles. It's the kind of smile Ryan sees all the time, slightly forced like it's supposed to seem as though they've known each other a long time; too friendly. He takes a step back, shrugs sheepishly. "Sorry," he finally, motioning to the bottle as though that will explain something. "You were playing. I shouldn't have, uh--" he blushes again, looks away. The kid stands, shakes his head.

"Nah, I shouldn't even be touching that thing," Piano Boy chuckles, but he runs his fingers along the keys softly when he looks back at the piano. "I thought you guys would be backstage until it was time to go," he admits, digging the toe of his right shoe into the rubbery, black, mat on the stage. He looks up at Ryan again, like he wants to say something else, but doesn't. They stand awkwardly for the next few seconds, and it seems to stretch into hours, into an eternity of locking eyes and then nervously looking away. Ryan's about to say something, anything, because this silence is oppressing and he doesn't like it, but before he can even open his mouth, Brendon is bounding onto the stage and calling his name.

Once he's close enough, Brendon snags one of Ryan's beltloops, grinning and pressing himself close; too close, but then again, this is Brendon. "There are some kids waiting outside," he explains, and then his attention is pulled away from Ryan, towards the stranger standing a few feet away. "Hey," he says easily, stepping away from Ryan and snatching the bottle of water still held loosely in his band mate's long fingers. He unscrews the cap and gulps down half the water before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It's no use; his lips still glisten, wet and full and neither Ryan nor the Piano Boy can tear their eyes away. "Brendon," he finally says, sticks out his hand. The kid's eyes (green, so different from BrendonandSpencerandJon, Ryan notes) flick down for a moment before he grips Brendon's hand.

"Uh, yeah," he chuckles, eyebrows drawn together. "I know." And it seems that maybe this is the end, maybe Piano Boy will forever have to stay just that, because he doesn't give a name back, until-- "Oh, Colin," he adds, stuffing both of his hands into his front pockets and clearing his throat.

Re: teaserrrrr.

[lolab.livejournal.com]

i.

this is the sound of me melting.

like. i wish you could see my face. it's probably so RIDICULOUS and sappy and RIDICULOUS. but oh my god. i just. i love you. to be able to lose myself in a fic like this, because oh yeah I'M IN IT... there are just no words. you have made me so happy.

no need to beg for more. you know i'm craving it.

[ginsatonic.livejournal.com]

they were so fucking back then.

[lolab.livejournal.com]

they really, really were.

oh, present day. how we loathe you.

A response to get me shot...

[aspiring2be.livejournal.com]

http://madamblackrosedfox.deviantart.com/art/Pairing-names-108874324

Your gonna shot me, I'm sure of it. But its (obviously) a response to the new journal.
A moment ago, when I said Ryden, I was like, "wait a minute, that sounds like Ridin'!" My roomie was like "Oh My God I knew Ryan was doing something with Brendon!"

Re: A response to get me shot...

[lolab.livejournal.com]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDD *punches fist in air*

why you not post on your LJ? idk how to leave comments on DA. but that's awesome, so adorable. YAY! :) i call them walkie, but i know some call them b-walk. jondon i just don't get. doesn't have any ring to it.

[kayxluvsxcoffee.livejournal.com]

Aweh, that pic made me go all mushy and shit :)

Jon is like the cutest thing ever, I swear. I mean, Brendon is sexy as hell (duh) and Ryan is... well, he's Ryan (how else could I put it?!) but Jon is just... <3 -melts-

It's so funny how amused he is with Ryden in this pic... if they ever officially got together (-sigh- not likely)I could totally see him going "I KNEW IT FROM THE BEGINNING BISHES!"

And Spencer... lol, he would probably be all "lalala I do not see gay things going on" right up until he walked in on Ryan and Brendon fucking in his bunk. Even then I'm not so sure that he wouldn't just close the curtain and pretend it never happened XD I kid, I kid.

Anyway, tysm for posting this. Made my otherwise stressful day <3

[lolab.livejournal.com]

jon really is the cutest thing ever. he's like kittens. only, sexy.

oh jon totally knows everything. he'd be the one who would sit them down on the couch (possibly tie them down if they refused) and be like, "look, you're in love with each other, got it? so fuck already and save us all this emo bullshit." XD

spencer would totally like walk in on them, blink once, and walk out. and maybe yell "USE PROTECTION!" over his shoulder b/c he's the mom. and then mumble to himself, pretending to be bothered by it all.

i'm glad you enjoyed! :)

[notyourshot.livejournal.com]

your entries make me want to write things. like, okay, kitty!ryan fic:

'Abnormal' was not a word in Ryan's vocabulary. 'Different', sure. His hair was different than his mother's, and Mickey and Minney were different. 'Special', even: his favourite extra special chocolate fudge and the Superman special he had seen last night on TV.

'Abornal', though, he'd never heard of. And, let me tell you, Ryan knew words. His mom said he was the smartest boy his age.

But then Ryan met Spencer. Spencer said 'abnormal' and he was clearly smarter than him. It was a Tuesday and he was playing jacks in the backyard (the front lawn was Forbidden Territory--capitalized and all--as his dad called it) and he had managed to grab five jacks at a time, when he caught a boy peering at him from the other side of the fence.

When the boy realized he'd been discovered, he jumped over the fence swiftly and walked up to Ryan, hands in his pockets.

He said, "This one time, I managed to grab all ten jacks in one go"

Ryan stared, and the boy sat in front of him, grabbing a fistful of jacks and bouncing the small rubber ball.

He managed to pick up all the jackstones in one go.

Ryan twitched.

And then twitched again, nervously, following the boy's surprised gaze and landing his eyes right behind him.

And then again, he twitched. It's not like he could control it. His hands had jerked a little, fingers itching, and his face was scrunched but that was not what the boy was staring at, he was sure.

The boy said, "I'm Spencer", but his eyes stayed glued to hat place between Ryan's shadow and his folded knee. "What's that?"

Ryan felt like crying and he didn't know why. "What's what?"

"That", Sepncer pointed his index finger and made a grab for it, but Ryan jerked back.

Spencer sat back down and asked, "Is that real?"

Ryan looked down at the movement between his ankles and nodded quickly.

And this time, Ryan was not fast enough for Spencer's curious hand. Suddenly, there was skin on fur and hands trembling from the effort of trying to keep the soft purr inside his throat.

Spencer smiled brightly at him from his feet.

He said, "You have a tail. This is so not normal", and then his eyes do this sort of squinting movement, until he beams and says,"It's abnormal. I learnt that yesterday."

His mom said he was the smartest boy his age, but Spencer said 'abnormal' and he was clearly smarter than him.

Spencer's smile never faltered while he stroked down the furry length, and Ryan maybe grinned a little, because Spencer was nice, and his hands weren't sweaty like everyone else's, and it felt good.

-----

UH. WTF. WTF. MY BRAIN.

[youretheartist.livejournal.com]

LOOOOOOOOOOOOL I so love you.

And DO the sequel, puh-leazh.