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redorchids) wrote2009-07-12 12:06 pm
redorchids) wrote2009-07-12 12:06 pm
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Skipping up and down
Okay, so I know a lot of people are still very sad. If you're one of them, you might want to skip this post, because it's kind of... well, annoyingly chipper, probably. I'm a glass-half-full person, what can I say (or a "Glass? What glass? You don't even HAVE a glass--all the water overflowing from it has caused a second great flood!"-person, as one of my friends put it.)
1) PATD--the music. I am excited. VERY excited, actually. Brendon and Spencer's new stuff makes me think of old-school FOB. And Ryan and Jon are obviously well on their way to a full album as well. Produced by Rob Mathes, who was Panic's producer on Pretty. Odd. Guys! Guys! *skips up and down*
2) PATD--the boys. They are twittering all the time. It's probably at least partly due to Pete telling them all to get their asses online and charm the fans to smooth over the split, but hey? Whatever the reason, it totally works for me. Spencer and Brendon being precious married boyfriends! Spencer tweeting pictures of Brendon singing! Brendon tweeting things made of puppies and sunshine! And Ryan and Jon giving daily updates on recordings! And even more pictures! Some of them where they are plastic ducks. Seriously, if the split hadn't been official yet, fandom would be swooning in glee over all of this. Let's do that anyway, shall we? They seem happy. I'm happy for them. (And in my head they're still totally friends and texting each other back and forth to bicker about whose new stuff is clearly superior.And maybe having sex in Brendon's pool. Seriously, guys, get on that fic right now.)
3) PATD--the fic. I don't know what happened. I feel better about writing fic now than I did a few weeks ago. It's like that pesky greyarea that I've been fighting against since I came into this fandom has gone away somehow. I feel freer writing now, like "canon" and fanon have finally been separated in my mind into real-people-Panic (who can do whatever they want, in my opinon. their lives and all that jazz) and fanon-Panic (who are still as adorable and gay and in love with each other in all kind of possible and impossible combinations as they ever were). I don't know. I kind of feel like fandom is finally ours somehow. And really, to be blunt about it, whatever "canon" this fandom had was mostly made up by dates, music, stage shows, pictures and vivid imaginations anyway. So let's roll with it. Keep the fic coming. :-)
And to put my money where my mouth is, have some teasers for the fics I'm currently working on.
Scene from the still unnamed Jon/Spencer rebound fic where everyone in in love with Brendon
“So, Brendon, huh?” Spencer says when the credits to the third part of their impromptu movie marathon start to roll across the screen. “You okay?”
Jon closes his eyes and presses himself closer. Spencer is warm and kind of perfect to cling to. Jon does.
“Guess I fail at subtle,” he says, and wow, that kind of puts an extra layer of sucking on top of everything else. “You think he knows? Fuck, please don’t tell me Ryan knows too.”
“No,” Spencer says, pulling Jon up so that they’re lying face to face on the couch, foreheads touching. “No, it’s only me.”
Jon nods. Spencer’s hand moves up between them, skating lightly over Jon’s face and disappearing into his hair. He starts drawing little spirals on the back of Jon’s head, easing the tension in Jon’s neck with his fingers. “It’ll get better, I promise.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yeah,” Spencer says quietly. “I kind of do.”
Scene from the Brendon/Ryan backstory from the Ryden mirror to Nightingale (CSI verse)
SEATTLE - SIX YEARS EARLIER
Ryan has been at the National Conference of Forensic Science in Seattle for exactly 45 minutes when someone trips in the aisle right next to where he's sitting in the large auditorium and manages to knock both their cups of coffee over Ryan's favourite shirt.
“Oh, God, I'm sorry,” the guy says, looking frantically in his pockets for something to help clean up the mess. “I'm such a klutz, seriously. Jesus. Let me—okay, you've got it, good, okay, then I'll just—you're Ryan Ross.”
Ryan looks up from the stain on his shirt (completely ruined, fucking perfect). The guy is looking at him like he can't decide whether he wants to say something else or just die from embarrassment. Ryan raises an eyebrow. “And?”
Scene from the Ryan/Spencer backstory from either the Joncer or the Ryden mirror to Nightingale (CSI verse)
LAS VEGAS - TEN YEARS EARLIER
“Why is there no food in here?”
Ryan frowns. “Sure there is.”
“No there isn't,” Spencer says grumpily. “Nothing that looks like food, at least. I mean, what is this?” he asks, holding up a Tupperware container with something inside that looks a bit like brown rice.
“They're ants,” Ryan says, crossing his arms to wait for the usual reaction of disgust and/or horror, hoping that Spencer won't drop the box and spill ants all over the floor like another hook-up did a year before. “Red ants, actually.”
Spencer looks at him as though Ryan is a little crazy, but he doesn't freak out, which Ryan guesses is something at least.
“Okay... But why are they in your fridge?”
“They're good on eggs,” Ryan says truthfully. “Speaking of, I think there's a carton left in the back. You wanna try?”
ETA:
1) PATD--the music. I am excited. VERY excited, actually. Brendon and Spencer's new stuff makes me think of old-school FOB. And Ryan and Jon are obviously well on their way to a full album as well. Produced by Rob Mathes, who was Panic's producer on Pretty. Odd. Guys! Guys! *skips up and down*
2) PATD--the boys. They are twittering all the time. It's probably at least partly due to Pete telling them all to get their asses online and charm the fans to smooth over the split, but hey? Whatever the reason, it totally works for me. Spencer and Brendon being precious married boyfriends! Spencer tweeting pictures of Brendon singing! Brendon tweeting things made of puppies and sunshine! And Ryan and Jon giving daily updates on recordings! And even more pictures! Some of them where they are plastic ducks. Seriously, if the split hadn't been official yet, fandom would be swooning in glee over all of this. Let's do that anyway, shall we? They seem happy. I'm happy for them. (And in my head they're still totally friends and texting each other back and forth to bicker about whose new stuff is clearly superior.
3) PATD--the fic. I don't know what happened. I feel better about writing fic now than I did a few weeks ago. It's like that pesky greyarea that I've been fighting against since I came into this fandom has gone away somehow. I feel freer writing now, like "canon" and fanon have finally been separated in my mind into real-people-Panic (who can do whatever they want, in my opinon. their lives and all that jazz) and fanon-Panic (who are still as adorable and gay and in love with each other in all kind of possible and impossible combinations as they ever were). I don't know. I kind of feel like fandom is finally ours somehow. And really, to be blunt about it, whatever "canon" this fandom had was mostly made up by dates, music, stage shows, pictures and vivid imaginations anyway. So let's roll with it. Keep the fic coming. :-)
And to put my money where my mouth is, have some teasers for the fics I'm currently working on.
Scene from the still unnamed Jon/Spencer rebound fic where everyone in in love with Brendon
“So, Brendon, huh?” Spencer says when the credits to the third part of their impromptu movie marathon start to roll across the screen. “You okay?”
Jon closes his eyes and presses himself closer. Spencer is warm and kind of perfect to cling to. Jon does.
“Guess I fail at subtle,” he says, and wow, that kind of puts an extra layer of sucking on top of everything else. “You think he knows? Fuck, please don’t tell me Ryan knows too.”
“No,” Spencer says, pulling Jon up so that they’re lying face to face on the couch, foreheads touching. “No, it’s only me.”
Jon nods. Spencer’s hand moves up between them, skating lightly over Jon’s face and disappearing into his hair. He starts drawing little spirals on the back of Jon’s head, easing the tension in Jon’s neck with his fingers. “It’ll get better, I promise.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yeah,” Spencer says quietly. “I kind of do.”
Scene from the Brendon/Ryan backstory from the Ryden mirror to Nightingale (CSI verse)
SEATTLE - SIX YEARS EARLIER
Ryan has been at the National Conference of Forensic Science in Seattle for exactly 45 minutes when someone trips in the aisle right next to where he's sitting in the large auditorium and manages to knock both their cups of coffee over Ryan's favourite shirt.
“Oh, God, I'm sorry,” the guy says, looking frantically in his pockets for something to help clean up the mess. “I'm such a klutz, seriously. Jesus. Let me—okay, you've got it, good, okay, then I'll just—you're Ryan Ross.”
Ryan looks up from the stain on his shirt (completely ruined, fucking perfect). The guy is looking at him like he can't decide whether he wants to say something else or just die from embarrassment. Ryan raises an eyebrow. “And?”
Scene from the Ryan/Spencer backstory from either the Joncer or the Ryden mirror to Nightingale (CSI verse)
LAS VEGAS - TEN YEARS EARLIER
“Why is there no food in here?”
Ryan frowns. “Sure there is.”
“No there isn't,” Spencer says grumpily. “Nothing that looks like food, at least. I mean, what is this?” he asks, holding up a Tupperware container with something inside that looks a bit like brown rice.
“They're ants,” Ryan says, crossing his arms to wait for the usual reaction of disgust and/or horror, hoping that Spencer won't drop the box and spill ants all over the floor like another hook-up did a year before. “Red ants, actually.”
Spencer looks at him as though Ryan is a little crazy, but he doesn't freak out, which Ryan guesses is something at least.
“Okay... But why are they in your fridge?”
“They're good on eggs,” Ryan says truthfully. “Speaking of, I think there's a carton left in the back. You wanna try?”
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