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a picture says 1000 words.

write them.

what came to mind was "untimely confession." i pictured a wedding reception. (those flashbacks from pwf when ry and bren were at the wedding, and they were interrupted by shane? like that.) but obv, anything.

still considering starting that comm for people who want real concrit, who want to improve their writing. i'd probably start moving prompts over there.

p.s. thank you all, so much. every comment and email helped, it really did. more than you know. you guys are fantastic. i'll respond to the emails eventually. <3

ETA: mostly for becca and ally, but, MY BOSS BEING A DORK. and more! (i'm only allowed to leave it up for 2 days, so go enjoy.)

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i totally had this adorable image of ryan being all girly and whiny and shit, so therefore, he is bride.

ooooh, kay! :D
first sneak;

The thought of getting married gets my stomach all fucked up.

I mean, it's not like I don't want to, because fuck, I sure as hell do; it's just that.. whoa. I mean, I'm getting fucking married, there's no way out of this, if I'm married, that's it. The thought of ever facing a divorce makes my insides cringe, which is why I decided to think about this "thoroughly".

Which, ended up being a few minutes.

Seriously, you try to think when Alex fucking Greenwald is on his knees, jesus christ, holding out this extremely pretty ring in this adorable little box, on your porch, with a fucking sunset starting (yeah, he planned all this shit out, fuck) with his eyes just totally begging and, ugh.

But, it was amazing and I didn't cry because, psh, why the hell would I cry? That's just, no. Okay maybe, like, 3 tears, but, whatever! It was ridiculously easy to just agree and to have myself jump right into his arms and, wow. It was kind of one of those weird, cliche moments in movies, which sucks because I would have to think back to it in only good ways, nothing to complain about, which sucks, again, because I was born a complainer and a whiner. Not that I would admit that out loud.

--

I'm trying to fucking open up a jar of peanut butter and the shit is not fucking agreeing with me. Letting out this weird whimper from the back of my throat, I bite my bottom lip roughly and try to twist the plastic cap again. I feel my long ass fingers (which really should be useful right now but they're so not) start to burn from the rubbing against the material and I hiss, nearly dropping the thing on the floor as I take a look at my hand just to see how red my skin is now.

"Are you shitting me?" I hear suddenly and I look up, immediately frowning and rolling my eyes as I meet piercing blue orbs.

"Fuck you!" I retort as Spencer starts to giggle, smiling like this is the funniest shit on earth as he walks towards me, holding out his hand for the jar and I take it away from his reach, glaring.

Spencer rolls his eyes, "Dude, we both know you're not gonna open it, gimme."

I pout and my best friend gets the glass jar from me; Spencer's eyes meet mine as he smiles, raising his eyebrows gently and as soon as his huge, strong, drum-playing hand wraps around the cap, I spit out, "I'm getting married."

And really, I'd laugh if my own stomach didn't just fucking explode; where the fuck did that come from?

I don't really notice what happened until I feel shards of glass hit my legs slightly, not cutting thankfully, but enough to rip my eyes away from Spencer but as soon as I look up again, I wish I didn't. Spencers eyes. They're wide open, much like his mouth, and he's just kind of gaping at me, with this extremely blank expression on his face.

I blink a few thousand times, swallowing before continuing, "U-Um, y'know, Alex p-proposed last night, and -"

I'm not really allowed to continue because Spencer seriously fucking squeaks. It rips out of his throat like a squeal and I flinch, kinda, a small smile coming on my face.

"Holy fucking shit, Ross, are you shitting me?!" Spencer screams and before I can answer, the kid is totally fucking fangirling and he wraps his strong arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him and I just laugh, hugging him back before he squeals again and guh, this is Spencer fucking Smith, dude, seriously.

When he backs away, his eyes are totally fucking twinkling, which is adorable enough before he goes, "Gah, dude, I. Fuck, I don't even -"

"I want you to be my best man," I state, my eyes wide and a huge smile on my face as Spencer totally squeals again before screaming, "Fuck yes!"

Seriously, I should get married a lot more often.
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y/n?

AWWWWWWWWWWW RYAN IS A FAILBOATY LITTLE BRIDE WHO CAN'T OPEN PEANUT BUTTER AND I LOVE HIM.

precious, bb. :D

moar pls.

:D

-already wrote like, 600 more words-

are you hearing random cheering from an unidentified place?
yeah. that's me. from 4820394823094 miles away
:D

eeeeeeeeeee

i love my spencey and his excitedness. guh<33
i also love you and your newfound fbr-writing-ness
:D
how's the spyro coming along?
dude. you change your icon after every post you make. ...it's making me feel lousy about my lack-of-icons/lack-of-ever-changing-them
:/
HAIIIIII COLINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

ooop so i just realized that you JUST facebook chatted me and told me to come stalk colin's comments and find this. and i unintentionally ignored you. because i was preoccupied with yer story. EVERYTHING RELATES BACK TO YOU
hehe
but now your gone. and you have atl lyrics as yer status. and its totally getting dear maria stuck in my head even though i'm listening to cobra and it's like one massive mindfuck of two songs as once :O
ahhhhh

i dont change my icons on every postttt.
i change em to what seems right.
xD

the spyro is just kind of sitting there, staring at me right nao.
kdfjkjb

we always post things at the same time, wtf.
it's not dear maria, bb, it's come one come all.
<3

well yes we know this but my mind works in strange ways
so natrually when i see come one come all lyrics i, of course, get dear maria stuck in my head. yes. i'm not really sure why. remember? mindfuck. ((everytime i think of that the tikki story with the draco.lucius mindfuck comes to mind :/ ))
YOU FINISH SPYRO NAO

ehehehehehh yer icon now. dirty spencey. dirtydirty

*shudder*
yeah, thats what i thought of, too.
i prefer the term earsex, but then i get images of that too and ughsdjkvgjvgbhgjkbsldf.
EWWWWWWWWWW.

im currently inspired to work on this instead, so im taking advantage of it.
spyro can wait. ~~no it really cant, guh~~

and we have no idea if he means that in a dirty way or kissing. so, psh.

heheheheheheheheh EARSEX
ohlord
i'm caught between being disgusted and giggling endlessly
i think i'll just think about a ryden i read where bden had an obsession with being licked on his ear. yeah. that's happier. :D

oh please.
anything involving jon and spencer=dirty. automatically. especially when it's coming from spencer. ((heeee coming)) i bet you spencer is kinky. veryvery kinky. sexy person+person with damn good bitchface=someone who just must be kinky. yes? yes.

spencer is a fucking god, dude, seriously.
um, yer sending me that brendon licked in ear fic, i hope you know that. go finds it.<3

here you goessss::
http://choclitbunny.livejournal.com/554.html

om nom fucking nom. i think that's one of my favorite ryden smuts...ever. it's just so...GAH

and here's the sequel to it. which turned into a chapter story. which started to go on forfuckingever. and the author brought audrey into the mix :P
so i stopped reading after a while. she's an amazing writer though!
http://choclitbunny.livejournal.com/37439.html

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