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Northern Downpour: And especially for Salem, whom I've taught to appreciate the failiness that is Panic at the Disco, It's Almost Halloween: (With thanks to disarm_d and pepino21786 , for linking me to these beauties.)

Here's a little exercise in characterisation - whenever I am writer's blocked, I feel it helps to try structured fics because it focusses my attention on technicalities and so the story itself sort of...dream to live to its fullest, and the future lies in the dark behind the stage lights, a whole lifetime away. *** Königsberger Klopse, for those who don't know Bill's favourite meal: here

I FIND THIS SO AMUSING. ESPECIALLY SINCE DEMI LOVATO CONFESSED TO HAVING A CELEB CRUSH OR WATSIT FOR WECKETT. AND NOW THIS. billiam looks pleasantly bemused. ALSO, JAC VANEK TOOK THIS PHOTO. MEGALULZ...points for pete posting it on william's faily MONDAYEYES poetry club thing, and william re-posting it on his blog.   IN CONCLUSION: this is real. this is patrock patrick stump. to pete wentz.

For magd, a list of Bandom authors with fic hosted elsewhere from LJ: arsenicjade : Most Dangerous Poison bexless : Strange Delight femmequixotic : Archive of Our Own ficbyzee : Pardon Our Nerds fizzyblogic : Jenish fluffontop : Peace Through Superior Bees  (however The Holly Golightly Club links to LJ) lisaroquin : Fic and Art Journal ...

It is so hilarious to watch icecreamhdaches stealing everything truefobinglove posts, right after it's posted.

Speeding in a School Zone Originally Gerard/Frank, but now with plenty of Pete/Mikey, and a few stealth pairings Written by languisity and 1001cranes Crack. More crack. CRACK SALAD... “Gonna come in with me?” Gerard said snidely. “Or is that just Frank?” Bob’s eyes narrowed. “Man, you’re stupid.” “Stupid like a fox ,” Gerard snapped, but went to take his shower. Part 2

Once Gerard came out of the shower – more than a half an hour later, and actually feeling a lot more like a human being, okay, he could admit it – Bob was rocking out at Guitar Hero, and Mikey was...are a cruel man, Bob Bryar.” “A cruel man who is getting you tacos.” “Tacos,” Frank cooed. “You are my favorite, Bob Bryar. Never let me tell you any different.” Bob rolled his eyes. |