Colin

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

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: 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." ]

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 dotcoms_refresh for the three panic GSF's that were posted yesterday by wayincognito.

cheerio. <3

(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.

First half here.

( It’s two in the morning but who’s counting... )