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/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: (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
wildestranger: (brendon urie horn/marks)
I seem to have accidentally ordered the special edition of Pretty.Odd. By accidentally I mean after watching the Making Of thingy on youtube and needing more. This is all kinds of ridiculous since I have a) already downloaded the album, and b) already bought the album from amazon. This makes my number of copies to three.

I blame Brendon Urie and his apple-bottom.

Not to mention that I am currently writing fic where Gerard is a maudlin Regency poet, Brendon is a blushing debutante being married off for money, and Pete Wentz owns a secret radical printing press (Patrick writes dissenting tracts whilst fending off Pete's advances). There is also a hamster named Augustus.

I fear my brain is warped.
wildestranger: (brendon urie pout/bornrestless)
See that boy in my icon. That boy? Is trouble.

You see, My Chemical Romance is what tends to make me want to make high-pitched noises in my throat and dance in my chair and make funny faces at the computer screen (because, well, GERARD). My Chem is the band that makes me want to proselytise (Have you accepted Gerard Way as your personal saviour? Have you?) and make cds for my friends so that they too can appreciate the genius of The Black Parade and do joyful fist-bumps to Teenagers. Gerard Way's little face is what makes me randomly crack up as I'm walking down the street. I have, at a drunken moment in my past, written GERARD WAY SAVES LIVES on my arm.

Panic (!) at the Disco, on the other hand, has been the least interesting of the main bandom bands for me - I've read and enjoyed the fiction, but the real people in the band have not been something I'd want to know about. They are, after all, very young, and considerably younger than me, and just, ugh, no. Also, their music has not been a point in their favour - I can appreciate that it's technically interesting, and some of the lyrics are intriguing, but I haven't actually enjoyed listening to them that much. As I told [livejournal.com profile] airinshaw before the concert, I'm just in this for the gayporn. And Brendon's coffee-table, which never stops being a source of great hilarity.

But then, a few things happened. I went to see Panic in concert, and found myself inexplicably charmed by them. So tiny and endearing and good-humoured, so enthusiastic about their music! Suddenly, it became important for me that they know how great the concert was, how wonderful the new songs. And then the thing about Brendon possibly coming out at the Manchester gig, and then the album leak and and and.

And now I can't stop listening to Pretty. Odd. I make doot-doot-doot noises whilst making coffee. I'm concerned about whether Brendon Urie has a safe space in which to come out should he so wish! I worry about whether he gets enough cuddles from his bandmates! Ryan Ross has changed from That Slightly Shifty-Looking Bloke Who Would Probably Sneer At Me to a Brave Boy With Endlessly Entertaining Wardrobe Choices. And Spencer Smith, well. I might possibly acknowledge that he looks rather attractive when he bangs his drum. Not that I'd want to do anything about it, since he is so very young, but. I have also began to pander the new album to my friends, and have been known to babble about How Panic Discovered The Beatles And Cannabis, but how it's actually much better than that, and they all sing and that's just very exciting and apparently Ryan Ross can carry a tune, who knew? Mad As Rabbits makes me sing along and twirl in my chair and make ridiculous rock poses and I love it.

As I was telling [livejournal.com profile] captain_stem yesterday, it's not that I ever had shame (I have never had shame), but now I have embarrassment.

So, cuddles? *g*
wildestranger: (brendon urie horn/marks)
Apparently, Brendon Urie came out as bisexual during the Manchester show a few days ago? I suppose it could be a throwaway comment (although really, would you make that kind of a comment if you didn't mean it?), but even then I'd have thought this to be something people would talk about.

So, why isn't the fandom exploding? Why isn't there fic contemplating the consequences of this, all the various people who might feel the urge, ahem, to contact Brendon afterwards?

Also, why aren't there more Brendon Urie Comes Out fics? Surely this is an endlessly fascinating topic!

ETA: Now with added video. *g*
wildestranger: (brendon urie jon walker hats/marks)
PANIC! CONCERT! SO MANY TEENAGERS!

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wildestranger: (ryan ross guitar/marks)
i. I met [livejournal.com profile] airinshaw today and she was utterly lovely. We had a most delightful chat about stroking Rodney McKay's belly and RayK's freakishness and how, precisely, Panic at the Disco lends itself to group slut fic. And how we are expecting the next installment of Supersaturation with avid glee. Also, FRANK!

ii. There's squeeing all over my flist about Frank Iero marrying his long-term girlfriend, and I kind of want to make a post about how tragic it is to have another good woman fall into the clutches of patriarchy by participating in the inherently sexist institution of marriage, but then I start thinking about Frank Iero as a tool of patriarchy and. Well.

Frank Iero ≈ tool of patriarchy = instant giggles.

So I guess I'll say good for them instead. *g* And what is particularly wonderful about this is seeing how quickly our fandom smacks down anyone who dares to say anything disparaging about Jamia Nestor. There are ugly stereotypes about how female fans of hot male stars are expected to behave in such situations, and I'm glad to see them overturned. :)

iii. Who's excited about seeing Panic this week? Who's enjoying the new songs? Who wants to make out with Brendon Urie behind the stage? Tell me all your secret Panic-related/induced/inspired thoughts!

iv. Ryan Ross is funny-looking. No wait, that's not news. *g*
wildestranger: (naboo_star/frank idly)
i. Have made a small flist-cut. It's not because I hate you. We've just grown apart as people, etc.

ii. I have acquired a Dead!-hoodie, which, despite being a size small, is big enough for me to curl into a ball and fit inside it. Hmm. *is very small* At least I managed to scandalise the aspirational middle class patrons at Brown's, who clearly felt that people with Dead!-hoodies should not be frequenting such establishments or enjoying their afternoon tea there. Oh the joys of transgression. ;)

iii. Re: SGA S4 - now that both John Sheppard and Rodney McKay have been established as gay, do you think that we can expect a kiss at some point? Thoughts? Illustrative porn?

iv. A question for the ages: Why is Ryan Ross so funny-looking? He has a perfectly good face, with cheekbones and a mouth and everything that should be attractive, and yet he just looks weird and awkward. Can anyone shed light on this mystery?

Or maybe it's just that he looks a lot like my 14-year-old sister, which is not a suitable look for any young man. *g*
wildestranger: (riverlight/gerard way saves lives)
So the My Chem concerts might not happen - they've removed the concerts from both the band's website and their myspace. However, apparently someone called 02 arena and they said the band will perform, but not on those dates. So we shall see.

But if there is a show, I shall definitely be going. And I'm kind of amused by the fact that this time, I'm not the slightest bit anxious over how much the trains and hotels and such will cost, because with this band, it's so much worth it. And, you know, FRANK. :)

In other news, I do have a ticket to go see Panic (!) At The Disco. How tacky would it be to wear a t-shirt that says "Will nobody think of the coffee tables?"?

Yeah, a bit too tacky.

"Heteronormativity makes us all queer", on the other hand, would work. *g*

Or "Have you accepted Gerard Way as your personal saviour?".
wildestranger: (riverlight/pete tattoo)
I'm having a massive panic attack.

Some of you might remember that a few months ago I had to throw away a pair of boots because they'd become infested with maggots. What I don't think I mentioned here is that a week before moving out of my last house, my housemates and I kept finding tiny white insects in our kitchen - particularly on clean dishes and such, but generally around one area that included my food cabinet, the dishrack, and the hob. They look like dust specks until they start moving, and they were really hard to kill. I had to throw away most of my food, and we used insecticide on the whole area, except on glassware and such.

After I moving to my new place, I've been checking all my glasses for anything that might move. I've been paranoid about it, because I really didn't want to bring the infestation here. After a few weeks I started to relax since I hadn't seen one insect here, but then yesterday, calamity struck. Yes, I'm allowed to be melodramatic, I'm this close to tearing my hair out.

I found one of these insects on a pair of boots. The boots have been living in my closet with all my other shoes, my clothes, some valuable books.

I also noticed several of these insects on my glassware. Washing them doesn't help - I've started using Dettol but I don't think that will either. I haven't seen any signs of them on my food, yet, but the kitchen is quite small and everything has been everywhere at some poins. At least two cupboards have been infected, and I fear that they might be in the rest of the flat as well.

I haven't been able to figre out what they are yet - not termites, because they don't shy away from light, not sprigntails, because they don't jump. But if you've had similar experiences, please advice me. I am really panicking about this.

Help?

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