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hee hee hee
Despite my aversion to kids in fic, I'm somehow left hankering after that interview for an fic where Ryan and Jon have fifteen (literal) children. It'd be like the later books of Anne of Green Gables in my head, as I remember them; Anne and Gilbert in love with a gazillion children in a rambling house. If I wasn't already swamped in fic ideas I'm not going to have time to write because my bandombigbang story has eaten my brain, I would totally want to expand on this. =)
Ooh, ooh, also, when Jon says at the end, "...when it's the four of us together, that's all we do." I'm sorry, my mind flashed straight to "GSF!" (well, you know, sex could be a definition of "being creative").
yeah, I enjoyed that interview.
It was a long day at work today, but the upside was, Nova honestly played 'Nine in the Afternoon' THREE times, and I could not stop myself from singing along (softly, to not scare customers) each time.
N'awww, I want to squish their little faces.
Panic at the Disco - Nine in the Afternoon
I just made my mother listen to it, then asked her what period she thought it came from.
"1974," she said confidently. "Also, I really like that end part with the horns."
=D
Despite my aversion to kids in fic, I'm somehow left hankering after that interview for an fic where Ryan and Jon have fifteen (literal) children. It'd be like the later books of Anne of Green Gables in my head, as I remember them; Anne and Gilbert in love with a gazillion children in a rambling house. If I wasn't already swamped in fic ideas I'm not going to have time to write because my bandombigbang story has eaten my brain, I would totally want to expand on this. =)
Ooh, ooh, also, when Jon says at the end, "...when it's the four of us together, that's all we do." I'm sorry, my mind flashed straight to "GSF!" (well, you know, sex could be a definition of "being creative").
yeah, I enjoyed that interview.
It was a long day at work today, but the upside was, Nova honestly played 'Nine in the Afternoon' THREE times, and I could not stop myself from singing along (softly, to not scare customers) each time.
N'awww, I want to squish their little faces.
Panic at the Disco - Nine in the Afternoon
I just made my mother listen to it, then asked her what period she thought it came from.
"1974," she said confidently. "Also, I really like that end part with the horns."
=D