I, too, have been greatly heartened by the surge of love, happiness and congratulations being dispensed to the bride and groom via the interwebs.

I am having a vague Panic fic idea that involves them somehow being on one of those massive summertime tours with a gajillion other bands, and it being hot and sticky and pre-thunderstormy, and Brendon being on the bus too long and sulky and cross and their body-guard dude (whose name I've now forgotten) taking him out for a walk/piggy-back ride around to listen to the bodyguard gossip. During all of this they meet up with Worm and then I guess it starts to thunder and pour, and anyway they end up on the MCR bus, where Patrick and Gerard are conducting story hour by candlelight with a bunch of other bandom people. (Patrick is doing most of the complicated moves because Gerard is stuck under Frank, who is asleep in his lap.) Anyway, Brendon gets dried off and fed cookies and gets yanked into one of the cuddlepiles and, in general, feels much better.

also, I am all in favor of the new songs.