27/1/08

schmerica: (the creative process)
[livejournal.com profile] pearl_o: man, sometimes i save my files with really stupid names.
[livejournal.com profile] pearl_o: I just was cleaning out my documents folder and was like "what the hell is group.rtf? Is that a school assignment?"
[livejournal.com profile] pearl_o: And opened it up and like "ooooooooooooh yeah, hardcore foursome fucking!"

OF COURSE. HOW COULD I BE SO BLIND.

[livejournal.com profile] monkeycrackmary has brought me to the realization that there should be way more fic involving young Gerard's writing of crappy fanfiction. You know why he can't judge Waycest, right? It's because he WROTE IT.

(Fine, he didn't write Waycest. But you can't tell me he hasn't had any dirty thoughts on Luke and Leia. And he totally ships crazy space incest.)

In nine hours, I get a [livejournal.com profile] speshope and you don't. I win.
schmerica: (most likely to die in a freak accident)
So last night [livejournal.com profile] etben posted a story, and it is basically the best thing ever. No, seriously. I'm not just saying that because she wrote it at my urging and threw in a hundred of my kinks and also I kind of midwived the entire thing and spent hours talking to her about it on AIM! I'm saying that because it is REALLY GOOD, and you should read it.

made out like bandits, Bob Bryar/Brendon Urie, NC-17. You guys, I am not even a very easy sell on MCR/Panic crossovers, is the thing; usually I just sort of shrug and go "but why?" But the idea of this pairing came up in a random conversation we were having, and we both sort of stopped and laughed -- because, dude, how would that even work? What would they even do together?

Except then [livejournal.com profile] etben actually wrote exactly how it would.

Seriously, go read it and give her lots of feedback. ♥♥♥♥♥

The mugs are in a cupboard over the stove, and Bob has to reach past Brendon to get at them. He puts a hand on Brendon's shoulder while he does it, trying hard not to startle him, and Brendon—

—Brendon leans back, towards Bob, resting his weight against Bob's hand. He does something weird with his posture, too: he drops his hips and stretches his neck out, somehow, so that even though he's not really touching Bob, his whole body feels like it's arching towards Bob's. It's weird and familiar all at once, this arrangement, this touching-and-not-touching, the way Bob can feel every inch of the space between them, sudden and hot and
weird.

"So, wait," he says. He's got two coffee mugs in one hand and his other hand on Brendon's shoulders. "Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it?"


...In other news, when I was commenting to [livejournal.com profile] monkeycrackmary last she mentioned how she had been thinking about a comic book featuring fictional sibling incest "AND FOR SOME REASON I THOUGHT OF YOU RIGHT AWAY."

It's not the first time I've gotten that reaction, is the thing, but it's never stopped being funny. So, you guys, I'm curious! Are there any topics/things/whatever that you notice or think about that makes you think of me every time? If so, what are they? I'm curious!

There is so much snow here omg. I went online this morning to flail at people, but everyone on my buddy list online was, like, natives of the Midwest. I am a child of the PNW! THIS IS ALL NEW AND CONFUSING AND WTF FOR ME.

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