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[clockstopper]

If anyone acts unsuprised by this, I will seriously hurt someone. Danielle is totally to blame. Completely. She better wear it well

Title: The Glitters are Prettier When You Wear Them Better Than You Already Are
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: This is Panic at the Disco fic, okay. Don't look at me that way. Now with added Fall Out Boy and My Chem
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[clockstopper]

The fucking unicorns. I was freaking going along doing bandom things and you not making me write fic and then I had to go and mention the fucking unicorns.

You forgot the John to your Rodney! Our classic!

You know I am bitch so quit being moody.

Yeah, grammar nazi, I get it okay. I wrote this shit at one in the morning. Be glad I wrote it at all. One of my friends was like No! No bandom! Bandom bad!

I'll fix it though!

[clockstopper]

OMG I say shit like that all the time... which probably explains the current trend of fic. It's all fic I like mapped out before hand for you. Great. I need to keep my mouth shut.

Hey, Major Lorne likes paper work okay. Just because he gives John the evil eye when John shoves a whole bunch of it on his desk does not mean that he likes it any less. He loves it! He'd marry it if he could, okay.

And I was channeling Spencer when I told you to knock that shit off.

those were some weird times.

I know. I'm just not sure where this one is going. It's like Gen. I thought I was done with Gen.

[clockstopper]

In time, okay. I have like other shit to right.

Or, you know, Rodney. Or Rodney and John. But like I think they only do that shit in Utah or something.

Because lord knows you're the responsible adult in this relationship. Like I would completely forget to pay my water bill and live with you.

Those were some times before we were in each others pockets.

Yeah, I guess. i just thought after 70,000 words of it that i was done. Silly me.

[clockstopper]

Yeah, okay, whatever.

Those are the best places.

Homey you know I'd do that just because it would like piss you off. You'd end up going to my house and seeing that all the shit works fine. Because, you know, I'll probably still be living with my parents and they pay that shit. Who knows? they're almost getting me with the whole stay and live here forever thing. Because like the house is gonna be mine when they die and there's no way my brother is gonna wanna move and I don't see myself getting married so who knows?

And there's more free cuddles.

But even then I'm insanely ridiculous. Like Ryan Ross!