wildestranger: (panic regency/pre_raphaelite1)
Title: The Disgraced Governess
Bands: Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, The Hush Sound, The Cab, Cobra Starship (mentions of My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, The Academy Is…, Empires).
Pairings: Brendon/Spencer, Ryan/Jon, Pete/Patrick
Words: 33000<
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past (dallying with a stable boy!), who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, whose enthusiasm is both strange and strangely appealing, but who manages to hide questions about his past with unexpected smoothness. Consequently, Sir Spencer finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Boyd’s secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes (his breeches being far too tight and not quite fitting right). Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums.

To this entangled situation arrives Mr Wentz, a cousin of Sir Spencer and an old flame of Lord Ross. Mr Wentz is known for his debauched lifestyle and delights in causing mayhem - and he seems far too interested in Sir Spencer's new tutor. But will the lovers find a way? Will Brendon lose his flower and find healing through the magic of buttsex? Will Ryan learn to admit his feelings and finally convince Jon Walker to bed him? Find out in THE DISGRACED GOVERNESS!

Author’s notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] olivia_circe and [livejournal.com profile] dunderpate for making the most wonderful fan mix and art (respectively) for this fic. Thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] _emeraldgreen and [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane for reading through this at various stages – all the remaining typos etc are my own fault!

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wildestranger: (jon walker spencer smith bra/tarii_cakes)
I'm trying to find that fic where Jon loses his flat and moves in with his boyfriend Spencer, but Jon is into Christmas and Spencer is not and this is deeply problematic? Come on, people, somebody must know.
wildestranger: (franz ferdinand villain/cswirl)
Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] copperbadge.

Go to your icons page in Livejournal and look at the first two icons (the one on the right and the one on the left). Pair up the characters in the two icons. Go to the next two and do the same until you have a list of ships. Then...well, write 'em.

Interesting possibilities...

Frank Iero/Draco Malfoy.
Alex Kapranos/Jack Harkness
Rodney McKay/Riding crop.
Lyn-Z/Panic.

Well, I'm not going to write these, but if anyone else would like to, you would earn my eternal devotion...*tempts*
wildestranger: (ryan ross coat/eloquentice)
Hello all, hope you have been well-behaved and pornish in my absence! I went to London and saw Panic, and it was all rather delightful. Whilst there, I realised a few things.

* I really hate teenagers. And other people in general, but particularly teenagers. On several occasions, I was forced to display my hatred of teenagers with my elbows, which was somewhat satisfying, but still. So much hate. Grrr.

* Ryan Ross is even more inherently hilarious than I had previously thought. We were standing on the right side of the stage, in front of Jon Walker (maybe 10 meters from the stage), and about half way through the set, Jon and Ryan changed places for a bit. They were playing Folkin Around and Ryan was playing the tambourine, but then he started waving to the audience in a hello-there-right-side-of-the-stage-haven't-met-you-yet sort of way, doing a kind of Queen-like wave, and he forgot to play his tambourine. Cause he was waving and smiling like a happy little cowpoke. It was both hilarious and sweet, which, I suppose, sums up Ryan Ross. At the end of the last song (Mad As Rabbits) he climbed on Spencer's drumkit a la Frank Iero, and was very decorous about climbing off. Not very rockstar, but bless.

I have also successfully recruited my friend [livejournal.com profile] _emeraldgreen into bandom, mostly by showing her pictures of Panic making funny faces. She has now adopted Ryan Ross as her style icon, and is looking forward to reading more fic, so if you see her friending you, this will be why. She is well-behaved and lovely, I promise, and very keen on boys frolicking about and wearing sparkly things.

I'm compiling a reclist for her, and I'd be grateful for some help. I'm thinking of fics that are particularly character-based, since characterisation in this fandom is based to a large extent on other fics. I've got [livejournal.com profile] arsenicjade's A Quickest Way To Ruin A Friendship" as an All You Need To Know About Ryan Ross And His Angst-fic, but what would be good introductions to other characters? Particularly Panic, but FOB and MCR as well. Other Ryan-centric stories would also be welcome. Preferably not AU at this stage, although I do have her reading the Slavefic already (as that was one of the major inducements in getting her into bandom).

But yes, any stories that you would recommend as particularly good introductions to various characters and/or pairings would be most welcome. Please help!
wildestranger: (panic stairs/eloquentice)
Slavefic!

[livejournal.com profile] emilyray and [livejournal.com profile] ignipes have finally started posting their epic hurt/comfort, everyone-needs-cuddles, Ryan-is-a-bedslave-lol, gsf-and everything-else story! The prologue and the first chapter have been posted, so go read and pine for more! Please note warnings - there is character death and violence (non-graphic) rape.
wildestranger: (panic puzzled/bornrestless)
Panic at the Disco playing more UK shows, buy tickets here

I'm going to London one, yay. *flaps hands feebly in celebration* I may have only had three hours of sleep last night. The things one does for Spencer Smith.
wildestranger: (panic tea/eloquentice)
Ahahahahaa. Oh, Pete. Oh, Ryan. Why do I get the feeling Pete Wentz is somewhere out there writing fic about Ryan's frilly blouses and flowery scarves? Don't front, Pete, we all know you ship Panic GSF by getting them drunk and fondly at Angels and Kings.
wildestranger: (spencer smith cuffs pose/0ne_trashylife)
i. I seem to have acquired three different icons of Spencer Smith fiddling with his cufflinks. Um, oops? Not that I have an addiction or anything. I could stop anytime, honest. If anyone finds a picture of Spencer with riding crop, I'm willing to exchange sexual favours for that. Just saying. Ryan Ross, if you're reading this, that doesn't apply to you. Should you send Spencer over, though...

ii. I was poking around at Wikipedia, as you do, and looking at the Les Liaisons Dangereuses page, when this text comes up.

This article appears to contradict the article Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.

Yeah, I don't know either. The mind, it boggles.

iii. Also, apparently there's a gay porn version of Les Liaisons Dangereuses? Ahahahaa, some things are just too good to be true. Someone should send me a copy, though.
wildestranger: (panic cartwheels/marauder bex)
Making of That Green Gentleman video.

Ahahahahahahaa boys.Read more... )
wildestranger: (panic puzzled/bornrestless)
So, I was thinking the other day (as one does, when surrounded by an ever-growing collection of ridiculous pictures featuring Panic At The Disco) about Meet and Greets, and particularly, about the kind of questions one might ask at a Meet and Greet. Or, rather, the kind of questions one might want to ask but wouldn't because one would get thrown out for making Ryan Ross cry public indecency.

You see where I'm going with this?

Let's have a game, then. A game where people can come up with all kinds of interesting and exciting questions that would make Ryan blush and Spencer frown and Brendon giggle like a demented five-year-old. I'll start. :)

Is its true about the band orgies?

Looking at the lyrics from your last album, I see that you, Ryan, have been particularly influenced by nonsense poetry. Want to tell us something about that?

In one of the songs on your first album, Brendon sings about being 'of consenting age'. I think it's very interesting that this is something you feel your listeners should know about you. What kind of a relationship do you think this creates between you and your fans?

In the video for 'Nine in the afternoon', we learn that Brendon is scared of girls, Jon has a fetish for moustaches and longjohns, and Spencer likes to have people dress up as animals. What do you think your part says about you, Ryan? Other than that your clock is bigger than anyone else's?


Now you. *chinhands*

Edited to add: Brendon, how would you describe your relationship with coffee tables?
wildestranger: (panic regency/pre_raphaelite1)
i. There's a weird yellow thing in the sky. I have been giving it unimpressed looks all afternoon. *peers suspiciously at the sun*

ii. Been thinking about Panic characterisation, and I've realised that my writing of them can be encapsulated in the following.

BRENDON: O HAI I CAN HAZ CUDDLES NOW?
RYAN: MY MAUVE SCARF, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.
SPENCER: MY BITCHFACE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD.
JON: DUUUUUUUUUDE. *grin*

Also, it's getting obvious that the Regency AU is basically everyone making bad jokes about Ryan Ross and his scarves (and unicorn pins and flouncy ruffles and extremely skinny breeches and a horse named Daffodil), cause my mind is warped that way, and also it never stops being funny. And there's going to be a ball, where Our Heroine (um, Brendon) is going to be humiliated by a Mean Girl, but then gets rescued and comforted by The Hero. There might be some thoughts on thighs and riding crops and possible swooning. All the Mean Girls are going to have names from Barbara Cartland novels. :)

iii. Apparently I've started developing migraines. Yay for thesis stress. Does anyone have advice on how to deal with them, or possibly avoid them?
wildestranger: (brendon urie drink/tarii_cakes)
I'm back! How is everyone? Reactions to Torchwood? Reactions to Doctor Who? Anything else exciting happen while I was gone?

Edinburgh was lovely but I am so tired - been walking ten hours a day for the past six days and getting up at seven every day. I don't ever want to leave my laptop chair again. *clings*

I've also acquired the deluxe edition of Pretty.Odd., which I didn't realise came with a vinyl album. There's the cd and the dvd too, as well as the puzzle (heh) and assorted stuff (but no t-shirt - didn't some people get a t-shirt? Was I supposed to get a t-shirt?), but still, it's strange. I'm pretty sure I didn't order the vinyl. Did everyone else get that?

I watched Torchwood on my travels, but missed Doctor Who, so if anybody could link me to a mysterious internet way of acquiring it, I would be ever so grateful.

Now, who's got porn? Gimme!
wildestranger: (panic/tarii_cakes)
I have spent more time contemplating the Regency AU, and reading romance novels doing research into things like men's fashions and the parliamentary debates of 1816. Fun times. However, it is not all breeches and riding crops (much as I wished it was), my story also needs a plot. Or rather, it needs cliched plot devices.

Hence, a poll. And our heroine is, ahem, Brendon Urie. :)

[Poll #1162712]

Speaking of breeches, here's a picture I came across that seems most appropriate. Except that Regency Ryan would probably wear more scarves. And tighter breeches.

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wildestranger: (jon walker spencer smith car/tarii_cakes)
I have written 1000 words of thesis today which, on the one hand, is good but, on the other hand, is half of what I was supposed to write. I blame the Regency AU and Spencer Smith's riding crop, and the fact that these things have forced me (Yes, forced! With a poignard to my throat!) to think about how such a Spencer might make Brendon come in his breeches, using only the riding crop and his voice.

It has also been pointed out to me today that I'm a pervert. This is surely not news to anyone.

However, since you lot seem to enjoy my perversity, I figure I might share some thoughts with you. More specifically, some imagined conversations which brought me great amusement.

Random Interviewer: So, how are you today?
Pete Wentz: Patrick exists and all is well in the world!
RI: Have you been enjoying the nice weather, then?
Pete: Patrick makes the sun shine!
RI: How's the new record going?
Pete: Patrickplayseveryinstrumentintheworldandhasthevoiceofanangelheisatotalmusicalgenius!
RI: Um. So, you're dating Ashlee Simpson, how's that going for you?
Pete: It's cool, we're having fun.

Also, I would really love to hear a conversation between Gerard Way and Ryan Ross about clothes. Gerard would be all supportive of Ryan's strange clothing choices, cause you need to express yourself even if it makes you funny-looking! And Ryan would be all, um, you wear the same black jeans until they break. And black shirts. And hoodies. And Gerard would say yes, they express the darkness of my inner soul and shit! Then Pete would join in, and Gerard and Ryan would unite in mocking his fashion sense.

Okay, it was funny when I first thought it.

Here, have a snippet from the Regency AU.

cut for ficcish snippet and Gerard's, well, Gerardness )
wildestranger: (panic bicycle 3)
Dear Panic At The Disco,

Congratulations on your new album. I admit I downloaded it for free last week, but I don't feel terribly guilty about that since I have also a) ordered it from Amazon weeks ago, b) ordered the Deluxe version after seeing some of the Making Of shenanigans on Youtube, and c) bought a real copy from Virgin Megastore today, since the other two have not yet arrived. Trust me, you are getting your money from me.

Also, while I support your right to remove the exclamation mark from your name, I feel I should point out that iTunes does not. You are still Panic! At The Disco to them. I find this terribly amusing.

That said, I really love the album. I love it so much that I have listened to it about 50 times in the last week, four of them today. I love it so much that I want to make home-made t-shirts that say Pretty.Odd. I love it so much that I want to write a Regency AU where Brendon is a country virgin sold into marriage, Ryan is a Byron wannabe who dresses up as Greek pageboy, Spencer is an officer wounded at the Peninsula whose riding crop makes maidens blush and matrons flutter their fans, and Jon is a rich merchant's son from the Indies who introduces them all to an exciting new herb.

So, well done, boys. You have impressed me and I did not expect to be impressed - you have made a record that is both interesting and enjoyable, and one that makes me want tell all my friends about it and make them buy it too. Thank you.

And now, for god's sake, someone give Brendon some cuddles. Don't make me come over there and force you all into a boypile - that will include a lot more nudity than you will be comfortable with, and possibly Pete Wentz with a camera.

Love, me

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