Inspired by the "Desolation Row" video. Basically my first thought (once I was able to THINK again, that is) after watching it was...'there needs to be fic where Bob is in handcuffs and blows the other four guys in turn.' So then I told everybody (because I *am* that stupid) that I was gonna write it blah blah so I would have no choice BUT to write it. That's the only way I get things done, it seems.

When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature. –ernest hemingway

Not that there is a Sunset Avenue in Belleville, but if there were...

Jon and Spencer own a flower shop in a small town, and when the town’s pastor dies, Brendon comes to live with them and take over the job. Summerville’s full of people in love, and Brendon’s not immune to the town’s charms himself – when they’re in the form of a certain Sunday school teacher.

This is the slavefic. Boys in cages. AU. EPIC hurt/comfort (~200,000 words.) You have been warned. As [info]seimasin put it: this story definitely cannot be summed up in 100 words or less. Unless those words are "slaves! and shooting! and running! and angsting! and kissing! and more angsting! and a bunch of kids named Alex! did we mention the angst?

He should be happy. He was a light sider, which meant an automatic position in the government and control over the grayscales and dark siders of the city. Still, somedays Ryan wished things could go back to normal. Whatever normal meant in the world he lived in.

Mikey's allergic to Wolfsbane.

He sees Ryan, and Brendon knows that Ryan would be like one of those t-shirts that's been washed way too many times, so worn-through it's almost translucent, with a few real holes showing through to skin, but soft. Soft and just the perfect fit, clinging to your skin in all the right places.

Old friends and new beginnings. A/N: this is the sequel of sorts to For Keeps

Patrick’s going to get over this crush if it kills him. Which, at the rate he’s going, it probably will.

While I’m alone and blue as can be/Dream a little dream of me. But what if the dream leads you to damnation? Is it worth it, all for a glimpse of the life you could've had?

Ryan finishes the book two years, five months, and fourteen days after Panic ends. It takes up twelve black notebooks; each one is five inches by eight-and-a-half inches, with one hundred and twenty blank pages, unlined.

Bob is a dragon. Gerard is his treasure. 8400 words.

Dragon adopts Mikey/Charlie has to take him back - Bonus for "Bus rules state all pets must be able to fit on the bunk with you in it. That won't fit in the bus!"

Bren really can't be gay. She's a cheerleader! So she doesn't know what she's doing at this silly camp for homosexuals.

A lot of truths have been universally acknowledged. A Pride and Prejudice AU.

Gerard can deal with having a werewolf for a boyfriend. Really. It's the apparent lack of a libido that's getting to him... Sequel to My Velouria

What the hell. Starting up a conversation with a drag queen’s about the most normal thing to happen to him today. He could use the distraction. “No answers needed. I’m wallowing. I’m from Sunnydale.”

Post summer of like. Bob and Mikey figure it out.

So, I told [info]theworstliar that I really wanted FRANK/GERARD DOMESTIFIC WHERE THEY HAVE A LITTLE TRANS DAUGHTER AND THEY SEW HER PRETTY OUTFITS TO WEAR AND MAKE SURE HER TEACHERS ~UNDERSTAND HER AND GLARE AT ANYONE WHO LOOKS AT HER FUNNY. ;_________________; So here it is, at least some of it.

As Told To Miss Jenny Moore By Rose Schechter-Bryar, Age 6 1/2 (Or: What I Did on My Summer Vacation)

Frank and Mikey get turned into vampires and Frank's not sure he can deal with being a monster.

"Come with me. Just for a little while," Gerard repeats, and this time, Mikey says yes. A roadtrip story.

Gerard thinks all they're going to do is watch old home movies, in honor of Christmas - but there's something a bit off-kilter about one of the tapes.

More girl!Spencer/Bob. Follows on from he did it with shoes, which was a sequel to the untitled drabble that started it all. It'll make more sense if you read them first.

A tale of sidekicks, parents, a sex tape, intra-band relations, and Really Cunning Plans. Though not necessarily in that order.

"I just don't wanna go alone," Frankie had said, and tugged on Bob's arm until he agreed to accompany Frank to the piercing studio.

“Why don’t we fuck?” Frank asks, tipping his head back to blow smoke at the sky.

ficybzee: dude, I even like the idea of Bob going out to gay clubs. maybe bringing dudes home sometimes? ficybzee: this is if he and Frank aren't already together, obvs gigantic: right! i would so be into that, too. ahahaha Bob Bryar, the things I let you get away with.

It’s the year 2012 and the Olympics are taking place in London. Patrick is the goalie for the U.S. water polo team and Mikey competes in swimming.

You all know how this works by now! Write at least 100 words of sex pollen in the comments! If you write something way longer than that, use multiple comments or drop a link to where you posted it. In my head, sex pollen means anything that happens to the character that makes them up able to control their sexuality. So, it can be a substance that's not actually pollen, it can be a character going into heat, it can be... something creative that I can't think of right now. Whatever. Just, something that changes and makes the character lose control. (If you're worried about whether or not something "counts" just make it super porny, and I promise no one else is going to give you trouble. *g*)

Before There Was A Name: It begins with two. Saturation: Jon decides it’s time to grow up. Even if that means living out of his car in Las Vegas. Standing Right Outside Your Door: Christmas-y AU. “Brendon,” Frank said slowly, “you’re not really considering making a life-changing decision based off a Will Ferrell movie, are you?” Brendon is an elf, tired of living at the North Pole, so he escapes to the least Christmas-like place he can think of…

You know what I was thinking this morning that I've never seen, but would BE THE BEST THING IN ALL THE WHOLE WORLD? girl!Patrick/Bob. Either always a girl or genderswitch. homg. That was October 31, 2007. It's taken me four months, and nearly 17,000 words, but I wrote it. And now you should read it.

Wentz’s eyebrows rise again, differently from the last time. Bob can’t tell if he’s surprised that Bob hasn’t denied anything or if he hasn’t heard all the rumors. He squints at Wentz, waiting for the reaction that will pretty much shape his entire opinion of the guy. Wentz grins this evil, evil grin and just says “Really?” meditatively as he sips at his coffee. “Aw, fuck,” Bob groans as he stubs out the cigarette. This is worse than rejection. Pete fucking Wentz is going to try fixing him up. Fuck.