If this was happening on the bus instead of in front of thirty fangirls, each of whom is guaranteed to have an internet connection, it would be hysterical.

Brendon watches in a mildly horrified fashion as Spencer lifts the poster off the ground, his forehead crinkling as he looks it over. He thinks miserably about how all his plans for coolness are flying out the window as he sits there. He’s just about to resign himself to another four years of being shoved into lockers (or whatever the slightly snobby college equivalent is – Brendon shudders to think), but all Spencer says is “Huh.” Brendon doesn’t say anything, so Spencer starts reading out loud. “’Auditions are being held this weekend, the 29th and 30th of September, for the student drama society’s production of The History Boys.’ Cool.”

A quarterlife crisis is when all your what-ifs, the lives you could have lived, gather and fight about choices you should have made and opportunities you shouldn't have missed.

It's never a good idea to believe everything you read on the internet.

Yeah, honestly, Jon Walker totally is that kind of guy. He just doesn't know it yet.

Truckstops and Statelines and boyfriends, etc.

"I've made out with guys a few times," Jon says meditatively. He shrugs and takes a sip of beer, utterly casual, like he's saying that he's played a few games of hockey, or played a little guitar in his time.

It isn't like Spencer didn't know this was coming. He hasn't been allowed to leave the house without Zack there to chaperone since he was 13. Zack sleeps in what is technically Spencer's bedroom, though there's a half-wall and a screen separating their sleeping areas. When Ryan got to head into town by himself, Spencer had to stay home. All to make sure that his reputation would still be intact when it came time to marry, because all possible roads led straight to an arranged marriage.

Spencer is actually a girl. No one by Ryan knows. Though I'm sure his parents have a clue.

"One last question for Spencer and Jon," the polite, really short British interviewer said. "How does it feel to know that your fans have thrown their full support behind your relationship?" Spencer fell off arm of the sofa he had been perched on.

It was just an experiment. It wasn't like Pete was planning on reading this stuff for pleasure, right? So that made it okay. Otherwise known as "Pete ventures into fandom."

Pete sat on the hotel bed and tried to watch Patrick surreptitiously to see if Patrick was maybe surreptitiously watching him back. But he really, really wasn't. Pete knew he looked good – he'd made sure of that in the bathroom mirror before coming out into the room. The white hotel towel made his skin look even darker and his tattoos looked awesome against it all. He was clean and slightly – sexily – wet from the shower. His hair was pushed back (but messily rumpled too) and he smelled amazing. Patrick was straight in the most annoying way.

The third time Spencer comes home to find Brendon sat in the back garden with his feet in the pool, reading a soggy paperback and waiting for him, Spencer gives him a key to the house. "Didn't you get that cut for Haley?" Ryan asks. Spencer just shrugs. "She's not here that often anyway," he says.

Mistakes are easy to make and the consequences are always hard to deal with, but nobody could have anticipated that one dumb one-night-stand would end in a freak male pregnancy. Now Brendon's left to hope that it all works out in the end as he embarks on the most unexpected and terrifying journey of his life.

Fallen Angels!! My favorite thing ever!(seriously , you can ask my bff, I sort of have an obsession with them) This one is a little dark too, and turns some religious ideals on their ear, ( something else I am quite fond of!) Need more? How about a band with the Way brothers and Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith (could you die? ) I don't have the words for this, just that it grabbed ahold of me and wouldn't let go for a long long time.

“Don't tell me I should be their manager,” Ryan says, glaring at the road. Pete pauses. “Ok. Well, I was about to, but I guess you already know.”

# Summary: phylogeny: (noun) 1. the sequence of events involved in the evolutionary development of a species or group of organisms, 2. the history or course of the development of something. # Excerpt: Silence falls, a waiting sort of silence, as if it's still unfinished, more yet to be said. "With these words," Jon says finally, slowly, feeling out the words as he says them, "and with these rings, with the sun and moon and stars as our witness, we commit ourselves to our future together, as a family."

His dad says, "Stay out of trouble," when gates open at every venue. "Seriously, Lib."

They come from two different worlds.

“I think Ryan’s dead,” Brendon said, nodding solemnly. “I’m waiting for Frank to stop by, because I don’t want to be the one who finds his body.”

Atlantis! Boys! Shenanigans! Wraith! Angst!

"You are so awesome, Spencer, Gerard Way is going to sweat on us!"

If this is like a thing you two do.

The concept of "aliens made them do it" came up in someone's journal a while ago, and, well, this eventually happened. It's kind of ridiculous, but what about this fandom isn't?

Ten times Disney did it best.

Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand.

."Stop being so stupid and stubborn already and take your pants off."

Brendon has a...condition. With feathers. And Spencer is too nosy for his own good, and also stealthy like a ninja. Except not. And Hans Christien Andersen is a prick who didn't get the details right. Or maybe no one told him. And Jon and Ryan are stoner boyfrands in luuurrrve.

Brendon’s not exactly sure how it happens, but somewhere in New York he accidentally starts dating a guy.

The first time Adam met Spencer Smith, he tried to stab Adam in the back with a stake.

Ryan’s standing with Mikey in front of My Chem’s bus, and watching the way the smile pulls at Mikey’s lips when he sees Pete. The way Mikey waves back, long-fingered hand still pale this early in the summer. Ryan feels a pang he doesn’t want to identify. It’s just easier that way. This fic is the sequel to anything please (except for defeat).

In which Spencer is hot and Ryan's subconscious is apparently trying to ruin his life. Also, there's a dance.

( if you ever want me. allison iraheta/alisan porter, bonus kris/adam friendship, pg-13. ) ( adam lambert/brendon urie, written in haiku form. ) ( frank iero pov, kris/adam, pg-13. )

"Don't you have experience with this kind of thing?" Adam asks. "Dick?" Brendon asks, blinking.

Spencer had. Spencer had totally thought this far ahead. Spencer had never in a million fucking years expected that Brendon would want both -- would want what Spencer gave him and would want the girl. Spencer figured that, if it ever came down to it, Brendon would go for the girl with both hands and leave Spencer fucking alone and lonely, with nothing and no one except Brendon's dog and Brendon's house in L.A. and Brendon working shoulder to shoulder with him every day on keeping their fucking band together with spit and fish tacos and the goddamn song Brendon's been writing for three years with the fucking Rimsey-Korsakov descending major thirds in the bridge.

Brendon realizes he tends to think of Adam in the language of music: as a bright melody underlied with thumping bass, pretty but insistent and impossible to ignore. He never thought about him in terms of labels or categories or boxes. He thought of him as that guy who sang Sam Cooke like he meant it, like Brendon’s always wanted to sing it but never felt he knew how. He thinks maybe Adam is the kind of guy who confuses people. And he doesn’t know what he thinks about that.

Captain Smith and his crew (Jon, Ryan) owe Jabba the Hutt a lot of money. They run all over the galaxy trying to earn it, picking up Brendon along the way. Cameos by the brothers Way, half of Fall Out Boy, Gabe Saporta, William Beckett. Bob Bryar and Greta Salpeter, depending on how you look at it. 21,413 words of Star Wars AU, originally intended for [info]bandombigbang. Enormous thanks to [info]heartequals and [info]hatoyona.