Solidarity post (Or for god's sake, preach with conviction)

Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic, with a good chance of
a) indifference and
b) disinterest
in what the critics say

Jon's going skiing!

( Honestly? If loving them is wrong, I so, SO do not want to be right )

Also, they are so, so happy. Like, ridiculously so. All my flisters who were at Bumbershoot last night, I AM HORRENDOUSLY JEALOUS. YOU WITNESSED THE LOVE IN PERSON.

Spencer Smith is 20 years old today and I no longer feel like a dirty old woman. \o/

Now I shall go eat something and write my blows_to_come fic, since it's, you know, due to tomorrow and I'd kind of like to finish ONE challenge fic on time. (*looks forlornly at half-finished reel_band fic*)

P.S. What has now become The Bandom Kissing Meme is still going strong, you guys! I'm so blown away at the turn-out and the amount of amazing stuff being churned out! Keep on writing/commenting/pimping out to your heart's content, by all means. ♥

That's it. They CANNOT be real.

WHAT.

BRENDON URIE, IF YOU'RE TAKING NOTES FROM UNCLE GERARD, I...I DON'T EVEN KNOW. MY BRAIN'S LEAKED OUT MY EAR.

Fic: Superstars Sucked Into the Supermassive

Superstars Sucked Into the Supermassive
[Panic!, Jon/Spencer, 1,961 words, NC-17]

"Muse, dude. They blow your fucking face off."

Some of you have heard me refer to what I call my Muse!fic. This is it. At one point during Panic's Rage! hosting, Jon made the above statement. And then I discovered the song Super Massive Blackhole. (I recommend everyone listen to it while reading this!) Takes place during Decaydance '07, and written for blows_to_come.

Many thanks to imogenedisease and madsciencechick for the beta work and guidance!


( This song is just. Holy shit. Sex, Spencer, this song is sex. )