I've started using my tumblr more and more recently, so if you have a tumblr, y'all should go find me. I'm phantomwise over there.

I am currently drawing a map of my fictional city, which is proving to be interesting. The damn thing is about 3.5 by 3 feet big and the scale is all off the walls, of course, but drawing in the streets is very zen in a way. Like doing a jigsaw puzzle.

( 16 A4 papers. Or thereabout. )

Nothing much else to report, other than that Ryan Ross is still one of my favorites, even though he has the intelligence of a flobberworm. I can't even amass the energy to be upset with him right now, mostly I'm just laughing incredulously and facepalming, because he's a fucking moron.

So yesterday morning, Ryan twittered Pete in regards to Pete's userpic -- you know the one, with the unfortunate goatee -- and I thought it was kind of hilarious:

@petewentz What the hell is on your face? I go to Africa for one second and the next this happens.

I can't have been the only one who wanted to answer him, "It's called a facial hair faux pas, often associated with pornostache, see also: Iero, Frank and Smith, Spencer."

I only added Ryan on twitter yesterday, but he's already managed to make me facepalm and roll my eyes fondly three times so far. I'm actually pretty impressed.

Ryan Ross = the Mikeyway of Panic, Y/N?

Seriously, I feel so out of the loop. I didn't even know about Keltie and Ryan until Aly told me today. Wow, this is what happens when you don't check your flist in a month. Guys, seriously, I need to get back into this. Link me shit! What has happened since January? Any new fics I should know about? Anybody gotten knocked up or broken up or something? I mean, aside from the obvious.

Of course, you know, gossip aside, that didn't stop us from writing porn about the poor boy. And yes, you guessed it, genderswap.

( Also, relatedly, wouldn't it be hilarious if Ryan's huge dingdong translated to a pair of truly gigantic bazoombas if he was a girl? )

( And then we got a little ridiculous. )

An email, sent to a Miss Aly aka sinuous_curve just a minute ago:

"Aly, MY HEART. MY HEART MY HEART. I JUST SAW THE PANIC DVD OMFG MY HEART.

General impressions, without spoiling anything for you: RYAN ROSS IS THE BIGGEST DORK ON THE PLANET AND I LOVE HIS FACE SO MUCH I THINK MY CHEST IS GOING TO EXPLODE. SPENCER SMITH GAH. JON, JON WITH A GUITAR ILHIM. BRENDON URIE ON A SKATEBOARD. "THIS IS THE WORST IDEA EVER". LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

I am so charmed, Alybear! So charmed! My love, it hurts me. My heart, my heart. It aches with the LOVE."

I love them so much right now. I don't think I'll stop smiling any time soon. ♥&THEM;♥

( A more in depth, but sadly no more coherent than this, flail about the In the Days DVD )

"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

Aside from that being an absolutely gorgeous piece of writing that is making me fangirl Kerouac like crazy, I can only say this: I am onto you, Ryan Ross, you pretentious asshole, I love your face. I love that guy, for real. Every lyric he writes is like a big game of find the pretentious literary reference.

It started snowing today, but somehow, even though my pants got wet up to my knees and I walked around with wetcold socks the whole day, that improved my mood immensely. I love blustery days, doesn't matter what it is that gets blown around. And then I had a lecture on postmodernism -- the professor pulled up a recording of Kerouac read by Johnny Depp, which was AWESOME -- and I got to speak to Jennie for half an hour about everything and nothing. Now I just had cold pizza (homemade, thank you, with chicken and pineapple and peppers and banana) for lunch, and I've read three chapters of On the Road while warm and snuggly under the covers. I'm all good.

The dancers bounced in and for a second, I was like, "...Cobras?"


And it's totes bandom relevant, because those two are on Hannah Montana with Miley Cyrus, and that dude's brother is in Metro Station with Trace Cyrus!

What? Sometimes I stalk HSM relevant blogs. I love reading reviews of movies I never intend to see.

Also, that Panic video? I haven't actually watched it, because every time I try I break down into hysterical giggles, and I like to be able to breathe, thanks. But I have watched some gifs, and the sight of Ryan Ross dancing (BSB style!), cracking up toward the end, because he KNOWS he is ridiculous... that is going to stay with me for a long time. Boys! You're growing up! Not taking yourselves so seriously! Aww! Precious!

I went to bed at 9 PM last night because I was exhausted, and now it's 7 AM which feels all wrong. I mean, I've slept almost ten hours, but I'm up before the sun on a Saturday. I feel like I should be sleeping some more.

I just had the most weirdly vivid dream I've ever had that wasn't a nightmare. I dreamed that... I think I was at a Panic at the Disco concert, and somehow I started talking to the boys, which was a little awkward, but there you go. Then I decided I was hungry, so I went back to my place to get myself some toast, and they came with me for some inexplicable reason. So while I was puttering around my kitchen, getting toast, I had Spencer, Brendon and Ryan sitting at my kitchen table, talking, and Jon was waltzing around in the background, talking on his cell phone. Spencer was in his blue peacoat and ugly 'stache, while Brendon was wearing that brown corduroy jacket and Ryan was all snazzy and stylish in that gray suit of his.

Brendon was pretty quiet, as I recall, but Ryan and Spencer were nice and talked to me a bunch. Ryan spent most of the time alternating between teasing Spencer and talking to me -- I think there was some talk about the pornostache (and this was where Brendon also got his teasing on) and chubby!Spencer, for some reason. We started talking about age then, Ryan and I, and I said that I wasn't THAT much younger than him. I turned to Brendon and was like, "your birthday is on the 12th, right? I remember because I'm like ten days younger than you."

And then, Ryan randomly started singing Backstreet Boys songs at me, and I was like, "Jesus, you STILL remember those verbatim?" and he was all, "what, and you don't?" So I tried to remember and I said that, yeah, there were some songs I used to sing verbatim -- Hanson and The Moffatts and the like -- but I don't remember them now, and I said that the oldest songs I could remember off the top of my head was those I learned in 2006. He asked me which, I blushed (rather spectacularly, I'm afraid) and told him Build God..., at which point Brendon started laughing at me and I woke up.

Man, I did not want to wake up right then. *sigh* And I was crushing so hard on Ryan in that dream too.

It hit me today that I first heard of Panic at the Disco approximately two years and two months ago, and it's almost exactly two years since I a) heard of My Chemical Romance (initial reaction: yeugh), and b) listened to Panic and Fall Out Boy for the first time. Ironically enough, it's also a little over two weeks to my bandomversary, but we can talk about that later.

( Sometimes I'm allowed to get nostalgic about these things. )

Ooookay. Was that just Ryan calling me baby and telling me to give him my envy, malice and attention on the Live in Denver thingy? Because I think I just came in my pants. *fans self*

Is it possible to get a hangover a full 36 hours since I drank last? Ugh.

In other news, am reading Macbeth and have been horrible at commenting lately, for which I apologize. This fucking play is messing up my speech patterns, soon I'll be speaking in iambic pentameter just for the hell of it. :/ Skimming through it in search for soliloquies, which is probably what will take the most time, since the actual assignment is only supposed to be a page or so. Hopefully I'll finish it, because I seriously cannot take the stress of procrastinating right now. *sigh*

The police preemptive riot control bullshit that's been going around my flist is both horrifying and pissing me off something fierce. What the actual fucking fuck, yo? The only thing I can think of is the Communist witch hunt in the 60's, and it freaks the fuck out of me. America is not a police state, guys. You know what, fuck it, whatever personal reservations I may have about Obama, I hope he kicks McCain's ass in the election. As much as this whole "I believe in Barack Obama, he's our Savior, glory glory hallelujah" reaction is freaking me out, the guy does at least seem passionate enough. (As an aside: how amused am I that Obama's middle name is Hussein? SO AMUSED.)

Funnily enough, I've never been this invested in Swedish politics. I think that says something about me.

Anyway, happy belated birthday, Ryan Ross. May you continue to be utterly ridiculous and may you always have a feather in your stupid hats.

I went out tonight -- actually out! -- down to the student union bar and got a beer and listened to some live music. It was decent, except for some wonky amps, and the singer had the most gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen. Party songs that people love to hear in Sweden include La Bamba, Sweet Home Alabama, Bad Moon Rising and a lot of shitty popsongs I've never even heard since I don't listen to the radio. I also may be a complete light-weight when it comes to beer, because whooo!

Anyway, I couldn't post earlier, due to some fuck up either on LJ or with my connection, but now I'm back and with a vengeance! Happy birthday, liketheroad!

( Here, have some Ryan. )

Sweetie, you are absolutely one of the sweetest and kindest people I know, and I love you bunches. I hope you're having a wonderful birthday! Imagine me singing a very husky version of Happy Birthday to you, complete with Monroe-esque "bo bo bi do, bo!"

Okay, so this is getting ridiculous. Bee is entirely within her rights to mock me for my newly acquired love of Zac Efron. I've now seen Hairspray three times and every time that boy shows up on screen I go ♥______________♥. It feels a little skeevy (Disney, dudes), but luckily he's only like six months younger than me, so I don't feel too bad about it. And I still don't like HSM, so there.

Only I've been trying -- in true fangirl fashion -- to recast the fucking thing with various bandom boys, but since I'm so incredibly OTP oriented, I mostly end up giggling hysterically. Could you imagine Gerard and Frank as Tracy and Link? Yeah. Brendon could make a decent Tracy (or, ooooh, Penny!), but then I have no idea who is supposed to be Link -- I can't imagine any of the Panic boys exhibit the self-assurance of Link. Or the hair. Or the moves. Patrick would fit on account of being short and chubby, and also having a kick-ass voice, but he's too shy to be Tracy. Also, Pete as Link? Yeah, I dunno. Which leaves me with Gabe and William, and that's just. No.

On the other hand, I've been tentatively plotting Panic genderswap (yes, again) with Aly, based on the premise that Brendon is gayer than a maypole and his life would be so much easier if he was a girl, because then nobody would raise an eyebrow if he flirted with all the cute boys. Cue, Brendon waking up as a girl and his band freaking out, while he mostly goes, "eh, whatever, I'm a girl, it's not like I've got tentacles." The whole thing is probably going to end in gsf, because this is me we're talking about, and it's not like Aly objects.

Seriously, I AM this predictable. Throw me a musical and some genderbending and I'm all there. Also, I'm debating if I want to dare the depths and horrors of fandom and try to find some Hairspray fanfic. ARGH LINK LARKIN WHY WHHHYYYYYYYY? *headdesk*

ETA: I just mentally put Ryan Ross in Link's hair and blue suit, and I may never stop laughing. "And I'm... *hippy moves* Ryan." *laughs forever*

Seriously. FAIL FANDOM.

The one person in all of bandom that has openly dissed the "pornfiction" and you make him hold a fucking SIGN? WHERE does that get okay?

Oh, my God, I can't even take it, GTFO.

Guys, guys, comedrivemewild just posted this, and if you haven't seen it, you need to. COME MAKE RIDICULOUS LOVELORN FACES WITH ME.



♥ RYAN ROSS ILURSTUPIDFACE. ♥

I've been looking through old pics of Panic at the Disco. It's funny... Brendon and Jon are dorky and funny-looking, but nothing, NOTHING beats the sheer hilarity that is Ryan and Spencer in their teenage years. NOTHING. It's awesome.

( Now with bonus contemporary Patrick! )

Fact: Jennie is possibly the best non-fandom friend you can have and I love the shit out of her. She has little to no investment in this, besides agreeing that Gerard is one hot razzle dazzle cupcake, but she knows that it's a big deal for me. Thus I agreed to make her a primer on these boys and the way they're connected.

Boy, do I have some work ahead. Jen, honey, you better bring the Sherpas and an overnight pack, this may take a while. I decided to make a separate one for MCR, because I am a ridiculous fangirl and that is what I do. You ready? Take a deep breath, here comes the plunge.

( Bandom primer )

And thus I conclude the first part of the bandom primer. Next part -- My Chemical Romance -- coming soon! But not tonight, because I do have other things I want to do. *topples over*

First things first. HAPPY BIRTHDAY sinuous_curve! I hope you have a truly amazing day, bb (and omfg, Bamboozle, I hate you a little bit). And then when you get back we can talk more about genderswap and always-a-girl ficcy things. I may or may not have ideas. *hugs and twirls*

Second, I can has a Jennie on MSN. \o/

Third. AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The That Green Gentleman video on nokiausa.com. It's AMAAAAAAAAZING. And mini!Ryan is a delight and a half. I love their stupid FACES. God. I literally cried when I watched that video, I was laughing so hard. Jon falls off his bike! The creepy-ass Matryoshka dolls! Baby!Panic! The MAGICIAN and the RABBITS, god!

Best video ever, hands down. (Although I'd be careful with that pot if I were you, boys.)

Okay. Ryan Ross only WISHES he was this cool.

( For real. )

And now I kind of want fic where Shawn teaches Ryan a thing or two about being AWESOME and dressing like a hobo/dandy/English gentleman/hippie, because, well. Shawn kicks seven kinds of ass, that's why. And looks criminally hot while doing it.

Two things.

AAAAAAAAAAARRRGHH!! The entire world is listening to the leak of Pretty. Odd. and I can't because I don't have iTunes, and if the album drops in Sweden on the 25th as well (and not a week/a month/forever later) then I shall be extremely fucking surprised, because the Swedish music scene hates me.

Second thing: playing The Sims 2 is time-consuming, vaguely addictive and HILARIOUS, especially when you make bandboys. I built a house especially for the Panic boys and called them the Madashatters, because, well, the Panic boys are mad as hatters, so it all works out. I also made all of MCR, but they're living in different houses at the mo. I'm trying to see if I can get them to become best friends and move in with each other, because that would be hilarious. I'm also thinking about creating a family with kids to watch them all grow up, which in that case would be the Schechter-Way family from harriet_vane's Forever, Now verse.

Seriously, you guys, this game. Watching Ryan hop around like a mad spider while listening to simmy salsa music will never ever EVER stop being funny. Also, Brendon is fucking adorable.