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[wildestranger]

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.

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[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

Your brain is PERFECT.

Brendon's apple-bottom is to blame for many, many things. Why can't I stop watching him play Folkin' Around (or the accordian? Or bop around the studio? Or goof around the cabin)? I blame the apple-bottom!

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

My brain is making me fail my thesis, argh. It should be concentrating on feminist theory and not on how the apple-bottom might interact with Spencer's riding crop. Or, you know, other such stuff.

But yes, that video makes me sporfle and wibble for so many reasons. Half of me is still worrying about whether Brendon gets enough cuddles and the other half is rolling on the floor laughing over turquoise slippers. And Ryan Ross in general. Panic, why so exasperating/enthralling/endearing?

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

Your brain and I are very much on the same page.

The 9th Law of Panic: They can always be more adorable, somehow. Apparently it involves accordians and frolicking.

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

Your brain and I are very much on the same page.

Come on, then, give us a scenario. Why is Spencer touching Brendon intimately with his riding crop? What has led them to that point? And what are Jon and Ryan doing as they watch? (Since this can only be a GSF, apparently. Isn't that the second rule of Panic? *g*)

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

Clearly he caught Brendon in a compromising position in the garden with Gabe. Only it wasn't Brendon's fault, he'd never tried to out-drink anyone before and Gabe knew exactly what he was doing, compromising Brendon during the Season, and Spencer storms in and drags him off back to the inn and says "I ought to whip you for being so stupid!" and there are stumbling explanations and glazed eyes and apologies (and sex) all around. Ryan's not going to leave while that's going on.

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

That sounds most compelling. And Spencer knows that it wasn't really Brendon's fault, but they've told him about Gabe and drinking and why it's not a good idea, and Brendon still does it, and it's like he wants to get punished!

Ryan and Jon kind of know that they should probably leave, that there's something going on between Brendon and Spencer (um, apparently I have a Panic OTP? I blame the need-for-cuddles Brendon and Spencer's capable shoulders when he drums.), but there are noises, and Spencer keeps looking at them like they need to stay and witness, and they just can't. Especially once Brendon grabs Ryan's hand after the spanking starts, and doesn't let go.

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

Oddly, I don't have a Panic otp, but I tend to head in Brendon/Spencer direction if there's going to be any actual sex. Because Spencer is sensible and Brendon needs sensible and also they are pretty together? Or... something like that.

Isn't it requisite in every Regency story that the hero back the heroine (er, Brendon) up against a wall and say, "What were you hoping your flirting would get you? This?" and then there is punishing kissing and/or spanking? I'm pretty sure it's required.

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

Because Spencer is sensible and Brendon needs sensible and also they are pretty together?

That's pretty much it. And also because they do evidently take delight in each other.

I'm imagining Spencer being continuously frustrated with Brendon (not like that, or at least he won't admit to anyone else that it's like that, even though Ryan knows and Jon can probably guess) and finally just pushing him against the wall and saying "Look, what do I need to do to make you understand? Do you want me to hold you down and spank you?" And the Brendon twitches in an unmistakable way, and grows instantly and adorably red, and Spencer thinks Hmm.

[sociofemme.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOUR BRAIN, OKAY? THIS IS AMAZING. *flails at you some more*

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

There is just something utterly delightful about a blushing and twitching Brendon, isn't there? :)

[sociofemme.livejournal.com]

especially one that's about to get cropped for being naughty!

[jezrana.livejournal.com]

Bwa ha ha, that AU sounds perfect. POOR BDEN. AND PATRICK.

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

Patrick writes scathing critiques about the government and Wellington's policies and the destruction of common lands. Pete only started his secret Decaydance printing press for kicks, but listening to Patrick talk makes him want to fight against the establishment. And to steal Patrick's virtue.

Gerard sends them political poems from his exile which his regular publisher refuses to print.

[ignipes.livejournal.com]

Your brain may be warped, but it's also AWESOME. Riding crops FTW.

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

Riding crops lend themselves to many exciting things. As does Spencer Smith. And Brendon Urie.

[scoradh.livejournal.com]

To read this, I want.

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

Hee. Am writing as we speak. :)

[xylodemon.livejournal.com]

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.

Um.

I want this fic NOW.

[wildestranger.livejournal.com]

Upon starting to write it, I have discovered that Gerard has a purple carriage with dragons on it.

My brain, it is wrong.

[ellie-nor.livejournal.com]

You're writing it, you're writing it! ::bounces::