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( Supernatural Ficition )

( Television RPS )

( Crossover Fic )

So... apparently I fail at writing lately. My roommate just did this thing where she called for a pairing and a song and she wrote a drabble for that pairing based on the song. Sounds like it could be fun. Give me a pairing (Bandom only please) and a song (any song) and I will attempt to write you a drabble.

\o/

We Faced the Future Holding Hands
Jon/Brendon - 1,900 words - PG

For playfullips on the occasion of her birth. I hope you had a great day, lady. I love you! .


( One of the problems with Jon crushing on someone is that he ends up thinking every thing they do is sickeningly adorable. )

More things I want, now with visual aid.

( My brain, let me show you it. )

DDD: What is wrong with me? Also, why does Brendon have to look like a really sexy serial killer in that picture?

Don't you hate it when you start writing something and then you go back later and have no fucking idea where you were going with it?

( Started fics in buzzword that I do not remember plots to... )

I am also currently working on a sequel to my big bang, my original big bang which was a Jon/Spencer angsty epic, and three or four other ideas that I actually remember the plot points for. DDD: AND OF COURSE I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING ANYTHING. >:(

Poll #1217448 Wretch Romance Fic!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

I want to write a wretch fic where Spencer is a pirate and Brendon is a stowaway. Am I insane?

That being said! If I were to host a Harlequin Romance challenge for bandom, would you be interested in writing a story for it?

If you're an artist, would you be interested in creating art for someone's story?

Title: Spoils of War
Authors: fiddleyoumust and stephanometra
Pairing: Panic GSF
Rating: Very, very NC17. Jesus motherfucking Christ is this NC17.
Summary: So that's what happened to Brendon's shirt.
Warnings: There's a gangbang here, guys. Just so you know.
Notes: Ummm. I tried to enable Rachel and make her write me porn. Somehow we wrote porn together. So, uh. Porn. 3800 words.

"It's Birthday time!"

Title: strap on your helmet and let's go (bb!chubs and bb!dorkface - a love story)
Author:fiddleyoumust
Fandom/Pairing: Panic at the Disco (Spencer/Brendon)
Word Count: 2,500
Rating: r
Disclaimer: This story is full of lies, falsehoods, fabrications and other distortions of the truth. In other words, it's fiction.
Warnings: No Mike Cardens were actually harmed in the writing of this fic. I do not think Spencer is actually chubby. I do think Brendon has stupid hair. :D
Author's Notes: Thanks to stephanometra for the quick beta. I blame this, like most things on cheapcrowd. ♥

( Things deteriorate into something resembling one of those really bad, really melodramatic soap operas after that. )

Title: You're Flirting With Time, Baby (and Maybe Time is Catching Up With You)
Author: fiddleyoumust
Fandom/Pairing: Panic at the Disco/Phantom Planet (Ryan/Alex Greenwald)
Rating: PG-13 (For a shameful lack of porn.)
Disclaimer: This story is full of lies, falsehoods, and other distortions of the truth. In other words it's fiction.
Author's Notes: Thanks to floridapeaches for looking this over for me. This is for lissa_bear on the occassion of her birth. Happy Birthday, Elissa. You deserve something much more awesome than this story, but I hope you like it anyway. Thanks for being my friend both on and off the internets.


picture by enoughoflove.

( Alex has a tendency to take things that don't belong to him )

at least I can make margaritas with those.

~ Today my mom gave me a refrigerator magnet with one of those 50's looking house wives on it. She's holding her hand to her head like she's forgotten something very important. The text says, "Oh CRAP! I forgot to get married and have kids!" I laughed I must say. ♥'s my mother.

~ I would seriously like to know why, back when I was an obese teenager, I had the absolute best skin ever, but was unable to enjoy it because of the fat issues. Now that I am less fat I have the worst skin of my life. It's not terrible, but I think pimples at thirty should be outlawed. Face >:(

~ I am working on this Spencer/Brendon right now that is so self indulgent and stupid. I'm cracking myself up laughing at it. I'm going to have to put a Mike Carden disclaimer on it so I don't offend any Carden lovers out there. It's bb!Spencer/Brendon, which cheapcrowd and I lovingly refer to as bb!chubs/bb!dorkface. <3333333 So fucking MFEO.

~ I want some coffee. Which means I'm still breathing, so yay! \o/