So I was at the park with in_decisions and whoyouinvent yesterday, having a totally amazing actual picnic with a blanket and everything - thanks guys, that was awesome - when this guy with a baby comes over and takes the next patch of grass over from us.  ( (In which we are rendered helpless by a wave of awesome) )

Between the cover of "Hey Ya" at the last show and the recent video of "I Wanna Be Your Lover," my life now has a much, much higher incidence of Patrick Stump singing about making people come.

At the moment this is the only thing going right in my life, but believe you me it is making up for a hell of a lot.

Ryan Ross. 
The line for looking at me funny can form to the left, thanks.

You know the friend you have that makes you proud to know him (or her)?  The kind of person that makes you light up when they so much as send you an email or say hi in the hallway at work or school?  Chances are you don't know him as well as you want to, but you should go find him and tell him you admire him.  You should take the chance to tell them while they're still in your life.

And, as Patrick so wisely advised us, go call your moms too, while you're at it.

( before I sputter out [Warning: thoroughly depressing] )

HI COBRAS! You are SO AMAZING. ...This isn't news, I just wanted to let you know that nothing has changed since I saw you last. Well, except that your merch tent isn't sinking in the middle of a downpour that pretty much took out the back half of Warped. That must be nice for you! Also, I didn't wait in line for eight hours in -15 degree weather and snow with bronchitis, like the time before. That was nice for me!
( Some finer points: )

Hi internets,

I'm sorry I deserted you.  I have this shitty job, you see, and I'm all cranky because of it.  And I joined two bands and now I am busy a lot.  Between being busy and being cranky, most of the people I hung out with gave up on my busy cranky ass a long time ago.  So I spend a lot of time hanging out alone, so... hi.  Which is not to say I only come back to you when I am bored or emo, internets!  I just, um...  Am lazy?

I have bunnies to outline for you, and probably things to rant about, and there's also some totally awesome band drama that I am creating for myself.  I'll spare you the details and just leave it at this:  I am 1) a very, very bad band member and 2) A SAD, PATHETIC 12-YEAR OLD GIRL.  Now if you'll excuse me I have to go straighten my pigtails. 

With love,
a very cranky thejumpcut

1. A challenge!
As most of you know all too well, I can't hear music without wailing along. So I've been slowly listening to Whisper War. The wailing is not really a problem (for me, anyway).  What IS a problem is this: In "Bounce", the pre-chorus goes "Bedspread bandits since '89 / You wear your heart on your sleeve, I throw mine to the sky."   I cannot sing "BED" and "SINCE '89" in the same line!  It is too creepy/hysterical/depressing.  I refuse.

The challenge: Submit your own lyric here! It doesn't have to make sense, but it should be something that you can almost believe they're saying, if you squint. With your ears. (Shut up.)  Some examples:
"Bedspread medicine can't deny"
"Bestfriend band isn't hidden eye"
"Men sped pandas and ate a knife"

SEND HELP!  Obviously I suck at this and cannot do this on my own.  (Also, if there are other lyrics you have trouble with/hate/want to see mangled, put them in the comments so we can all have a go at them!)

2. An announcement:  POWERSPACE! YOUR RIDICULOUS FACES. I HAVE HEARTS FOR PUPILS. That is all.

3.  An afterthought:  Sorry I'm behind on comments/email/etc., I seem to have a part-time job that allows exactly zero slacking.  But hey, rent!


ETA:  nafs and in_decisions have inadvertently collaborated on the following winner:  "Best friend pandas in '80s ties."  I LIKE IT.  Motion to adopt as canon!

Overheard ("Less Talk, More Rock")

Pairing(s): Patrick/Spencer (Patrick/Panic), Pete/Ashlee, Pete/Patrick
Word Count: ~35,000 (!)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 (um, of course, it's me). Dirty talk, blatant violations of canon, casual sex, phone sex, and exhibition/voyeurism; roughly 50% porn, no nutritional value.
Disclaimer: This is a work of (epic) fiction and I don't mean any harm by it. If you're reading about yourself or your friends, please don't tell anyone you were here.
Author's Notes under the cut.

Summary: Pete probably shouldn't have told the world that Patrick Stump had no game, and he *definitely* shouldn't have told Panic at the Disco. When he overhears Patrick doing damage control by the most efficient and evil method, his brain veers straight into the gutter. In typical Pete fashion, he is totally unable to conceal his... distraction from Patrick, and as a result, ends up doing a lot of flailing, panting, and beelining towards his room. Because Patrick Stump is an evil mastermind, and he knows exactly how to make Pete admit the error of his ways.

( Less talk, more rock! Part 1/4 )


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