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Sorry to be spammy, but

danacias posted this earlier, and I had not seen it before and I don't know how many others have seen it?

STFU, PANIC, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THIS GORGEOUS ALL AT ONCE.

Jon has been told repeatedly not to look at Spencer in that manner in public. He doesn't follow directions well. Also, Ryan Ross needs to stop looking at me like that this second. *squirms*

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SPENCER GRUMBLES THAT THE GLITTER GETS ON HIS PILLOW AND MAKES HIM SNEEZE, BUT AT NIGHT JON PUSHED BACK THE CURTAIN TO SPENCER'S BUNK TO SNEAK A LOOK, AND HE SEES THAT SPENCER IS CUDDLING PHIL THE SPARKLY UNICORN LIKE A TEDDY BEAR AND THEY ARE BOTH SLEEPING SOUNDLY. JON SAYS, "AWWWWW," VERY QUIETLY, AND LEANS DOWN TO KISS THEM BOTH GOODNIGHT.

PHIL MAKES A PURR NOISE LIKE A CAT AND GIVES OFF A POOF OF GLITTER. JON SMILES TO HIMSELF, BECAUSE IT'S ALMOST LIKE PHIL SHEDS LIKE A CAT, TOO.

THEN HE TAKES PICTURES OF THEM TOGETHER AND STICKS THEM ALL OVER THE BUS. BRENDON WANTS TO POST THEM TO THE BLOG. AND SUDDENLY RYAN WANTS TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT GLITTER AND CONFETTI.

BUT BECAUSE HE IS RYAN IT ENDS UP AS A SONG ABOUT STARSHINE AND DISCO BALLS AND STALLIONS AND EVERYBODY ASSUMES IT IS ABOUT SEX IN SKETCHY CLUBS, AND EVERY TIME SOMEBODY MENTIONS IT BRENDON PUTS HIS HAND OVER PHIL'S EARS SO PHIL DOESN'T HAVE TO KNOW HIS SONG HAS BEEN CORRUPTED.

"HE CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU," RYAN SAYS, ROLLING HIS EYES.

"YES, I CAN," PHIL SAYS, ANNOYED.

RYAN FALLS OFF HIS CHAIR, AND THEY ALL STARE AT PHIL. THEY DID NOT KNOW PHIL COULD TALK.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING BEFORE?" BRENDON SAYS, GAWKING.

"I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE IT. AND IT'S OKAY IF PEOPLE THINK THE SONG IS ABOUT SEX, I DON'T MIND." HE NUZZLES BRENDON'S CHEEK, AND MEANWHILE JON IS WATCHING THEM WITH HIS MOUTH ALL SCRUNCHED UP IN THOUGHT.

"THIS IS STARTING TO GET WEIRD," HE EVENTUALLY SAYS SLOWLY.

SPENCER GIVES HIM A LOOK. "WE'VE HAD A SPARKLY ORPHANED UNICORN ON OUR BUS FOR A MONTH AND A HALF. THAT'S NOT WEIRD?"

"THAT WAS BEFORE HE COULD TALK."

Phil looks a little bit sad when Jon says that. He goes from Brendon over to Jon and stares at Jon with sparkly purple eyes. "Don't be mad," he says.

"Dude," Jon says. He's a little shaken. He's thinking about all the things he's whispered to Phil when nobody else was around, because a sparkly purple unicorn makes a surprisingly good listener, and Jon is in charge of taking Phil outside to frolic by the roadside every time the bus stops. Jon is now deeply regretting using their roadside frolics as secret confession times too.

"Don't worry," Phil says, nudging Jon's shoulder. "I won't tell Spencer what you said."

Jon closes his eyes and rests his head against Phil's neck--he's going to be all glittery, but he doesn't mind, Phil is very soft--and pats Phil absently as he relaxes a little bit. He knew he could count on Phil.

"Of course you can," Phil says.

Jon's eyes fly open and he stops petting Phil's mane.

"Oh," Phil says. "Oops. Should I have mentioned the unicorn telepathy too?"

THIS IS THE BEST THREAD IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.

Seconded!

THIRDED.

STOP MAKING ME WANT EPIC FIC ABOUT PHIL THE UNICORN, DAMN YOU.

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PHIL THE UNICORN IS A MATCHMAKER EXTRAORDINAIRE. HE WANTS TO SPREAD LOVE AND JOY (AND SPARKLES) EVERYWHERE HE GOES. HE ONLY USES HIS MAGIC FOR THE FORCES OF GOOD.

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