Picspam Part 4
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Part Four
What is on the button on his man-bag?
OMG He color coordinates his shoes with his underwear. *facepalm*
His pinky scares me.
BRB, looking at Ryan's nonexistent tush.
Hot Like BURNING.
I don't know where this giraffe neck came from...
Lips. Eyes. Hair. Don't make Ryan have to slap a bitch.
Good CHRIST. When Thanksgiving gets here, I am totally being thankful for Ryan Ross' softcore porn.
Ryan-Ross-Is-Peter-Parker!Fic, anyone?
YUM.
Did anyone ever find out more about this cult?
Rywhore.
Seriously SEXY. His arms, his shirt, and the hair (how it curls at the end!), nnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhh.
Accidental softcore!porn!!!!
Shoes do not fill Jon Walker with glee.
Also, someone should do a picspam of Spencer in those shoes.
Sleepy babies.
Boyfriends.
Eyefucking.
Well I'll be damned. I've been there too! Well I've been to the one that was listed in the Alternative Press summer job feature a while back, the one on Charleston Blvd. Oh yes. I am a creeper = ]
I went to Vegas and my to-do-list was: Go to Smoothie Hut.
Did I mention I've driven by Pete Wentz's house as well? Creepin is what we do.
Before it was burned alive.
After it was burned alive. His eyes.
Staircase!Fic is definitely necessary. Staircase GSF fic might actually stop my heart.
Boyarms!
Then...
Now...
*Brain shorts out*
Spencer Smith says "Fuck you."
His tummy.
Holy-fucking-YES.
Dude, That guy is copping a feel. Brendon and Shane don't notice. (Is that Stephan Jenkins? I think it is, but I might be wrong.)
Sugar We're Goin Down To The Pornocabin.
Sweaty ass.
Tambourine Kisses.
ASS.
That eye is hot.
The beginning. VMA times.
If he were an animal, he would be a baby chicken. He's so cute. He would be in Rock-A-Doodle and everything.
Stop looking grown up Mr. Ross.
Time for naked.
It looks like they're preparing for a gang fight, a la The Outsiders.
Tan boyfriends.
He seems like he's so careful with her. They're so freaking precious.
Someone must be talking about Chicago...
Three people are about to jumps Spencer's bones. They're thinking, "Hmmmmmm. Tasty.
Ass.
I love all the vertical lines in this picture.
Can't. Handle. The. Hotness.
Twig arms.
Few people can make him smile like that. Spencer is one of them.
Um, Excuse Me?
I am thinking very dirty things about the movie Unfaithful right now. And they involve Ryan and a wall. WHERE IS THE FIC?
HOT.
HotHotHOT.
WHOOPS.
Despite Brendon's smirk, they will indeed, shank you.
Where are your shoes, Ryan?
For those of you who wonder, I stumbled across a blog the other day where the person clarified pictorially that these shorts Spencer is wearing, are Keltie's.
Not that that explains anything, but still. It's a start.
Pouty freckles.
Hell YES.
I love how Panic's name is HUGE and Fall Out Boy's name is like *meep*
Yummy Lines.
CHEST HAIR ZOMG.
More fic where they write on each other, you guys.
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