Panic!
I am having quite the quandary. My writing is sucking lately (no, seriously, sucking) so I haven't really gone anywhere with anything in spite of having worked on the remix that is probably doomed because I am taking so long, the GSF submarine sequel and prompt ficlets I promised people. And then last night I am suddenly hit with another idea (another AU, I can't help it, it's a sickness) and I really want to write it, but...sucking. Also, I am having this problem with Panic. It goes something like this: Jon/Brendon! But, Brendon/Ryan! Wait, and/or Jon/Ryan! Ryan/Spencer! How is there no Brendon/Spencer! Ooh, Jon/Spencer! ...and then I get all tangled up and have no idea where the story is going to go. Argh.
You know what I love more than just about anything right now? This picture, taken by sunn_doyouknow and nicked from softlyforgotten:
I love this picture so much. SO MUCH. How is not in every single entry on my friends-list? Look at them!
And these are from bunniewabbit, who is thankfully the queen of finding stuff from photoshoots. I really want some sort of story based around these, really badly. I just...don't know what.
I don't even know. I don't even care, honestly. I love their lounging and their smiling and their stupid flower-petal-covered faces.
How is it possible for every photograph they take together to end up looking like they've just had group sex? I ASK YOU.
I think maleyka has helped me sort out the pairing question. Now if only my writing would stop sucking! *clings to hope*
You know what I love more than just about anything right now? This picture, taken by sunn_doyouknow and nicked from softlyforgotten:
I love this picture so much. SO MUCH. How is not in every single entry on my friends-list? Look at them!
And these are from bunniewabbit, who is thankfully the queen of finding stuff from photoshoots. I really want some sort of story based around these, really badly. I just...don't know what.
I don't even know. I don't even care, honestly. I love their lounging and their smiling and their stupid flower-petal-covered faces.
How is it possible for every photograph they take together to end up looking like they've just had group sex? I ASK YOU.
I think maleyka has helped me sort out the pairing question. Now if only my writing would stop sucking! *clings to hope*