“What? Oh, geez, kid.” Gerard laughs, and it’s not mean, but the kid half-flinches back, a repressed sort of reaction, mostly suppressed but still visible. Gerard notices for the first time the way the line of his hips is sharp enough to cut paper. “Ryan,” he says, meeting Gerard’s eyes again. “My name is Ryan.”

Have you ever seen the movie 'Sliding Doors'? Yeah, this is that, only with boys in the Chicago emo/hardcore scene. Set in 2003; just tilt the scene a little one way or another, and you could very well have had this.

Ray is just a normal dude working a normal job and teaching guitar on the side, but the weird thing is he totally decorates like an old lady, and is a collector of elephants. But he's not embarrassed about this AT ALL, he's totally proud of it, and he likes to show people when they come visit and tell the stories of where he got them all. So naturally, when normal dude Bob falls in love with him, Bob totally brings him an elephant the day they get engaged. So Ray doesn't get an engagement RING, he gets a totally badass engagement elephant.

Bizarre zombie/vampire hybrids attack, Gerard is sad because no one will take it seriously, Pete hits on Jon, Brendon and Frank giggle at each other, and Joe and Ray have a hair-off. \o/

Pete was drunk, Gerard was caffeine-deprived. Accidents happen.

And Mikey just says, very calmly because she's been practicing, "I'm having a baby, you're the father, I'm keeping it."

The best part of waking up, in New York, is the Magnolia Bakery.

Eventually, though, he decides that he'd rather have another nap than figure out whether it's Brendon or Ryan or Spencer flipping through the stack of CDs on Patrick's kitchen table. Not-Jon-Walker looks up, wide-eyed, when Bob gets off the couch, then smiles when Bob tilts his head toward the bedroom and mutters something that could probably be an explanation.

Where Spencer and Ryan go on a vacation to the Caribbean, and get swept away to the 18th Century during the American Revolution.

The AU where Panic is a wedding band called The First Wives’ Club. Brendon named them. It’s okay though: Pete’s wedding band is called Lloyd Dobler’s Boombox, but only because it kind of stuck. Also MCR are the leaders of the enemy wedding band camp. Then Ryan makes a bet with Frank Iero because he’s bad at life like that, and suddenly they’re in a duel to the death. Or, a wedding band-off, since unfortunately their lives aren’t a sequel to Boyz N The Hood.

Bob's only met Panic a few times and he can't quite remember which one is Urie, but he's got his suspicions. "Sure," he says.

Panic get a Twitter.

sometimes two and two is eventually three.

Bob isn't especially surprised when Frank calls his hotel room at just after midnight to ask if he wants to come hang out.

This is a series of emails passed between myself and ignipes, set in a Sixteen Candles vampire au. I call it The Bone Picker. ( In which vampires might actually hurt you, but Spencer Smith never will. )

They're all running away, the problem is, can they survive until they get where they're going? An AU in which Mikey and Pete run a shelter, Spencer has Ryan, and Brendon has no one. At least not at first.

When Gerard realizes that he’ll never get with Lyn-Z after his friends let him know she’s into girls, there’s only one possible course of action: dress in drag and join her punk rock Dolly Parton cover band in hopes of wooing her. High school AU.

Jane Austen AU. There’s a wedding, heartache and matchmaking, and it all happens in the 19th century England. It all made perfect sense in my head.

AU. Set in a parallel universe where, instead of starting a band, Gerard turns to writing.

Pete is not the most observant person in the world.

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

Spencer finally meets Patrick, Ryan and Frank continue to be awkward, Brendon stashes blenders under display tables to have an excuse to talk to Jon, and Pete tries to cockblock himself (only Pete, guys, seriously)

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.”

Always been girls AU. So, the point is, sometimes Mikey forgets she’s a girl and it’s really not that big a deal until she meets Petra "Call Me Pete" Wentz.

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.

“So after that, I started thinking—okay, maybe this place isn’t anything I ever heard about in school or church. But then again, maybe it is. Maybe this is Purgatory. And I always had the idea that Purgatory was kind of like prison, y’know, you gotta serve your sentence and the only thing that’s gonna get you out quicker is good behavior or having friends in high places. But maybe—maybe you don’t have to just sit around waiting for someone to tell you your sentence is up. Maybe Purgatory ends when you get yourself out of it.”

“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.”

Finding one's wings.

Frank is too short to be an elf. Sequel to Realms

It's, like, on the road... only, kinda, different.

The last time Jared tried to play matchmaker for Shannon he almost got his brother killed. This time-well, there's bus breakdowns and blizzards, techs rented out for the price of a slice of veggie lovers, penguin break ups, stolen thermal underwear and the two most oblivious drummers on the planet too good at ignoring machinations for their own good and things just spiral into batshit crazy from there.