Hi.
I'm bored, and Sarah's at work, and I feel like sharing more love. So, have a Spencer Smith picspam to go with your Brendon.
I didn't even attempt to categorize these, since they would all be in a folder named "WOW I WANT TO LICK YOU THAT IS SO INAPPRORIATE" and my shame would be never ending. Because he's NINETEEN YOU GUYS. AND YET WHATEVER I SO WANT TO BONE HIM.
SIGH.
These are in no particular order, really. Just so pretty.
HE IS A BABY. I AM A DIRTY OLD LADY. WHATEVER HANDS AND SHINY HAIR.
This is my favorite picture of Spencer, and the fact that the adorable
eckerlilas took it makes about a bagrillion times more awesome.
The first of four thousand pictures in which Spencer wears girl's clothing with no remorse.
BONUS BRENDON! But, seriously, that kid on the drums. GUH.
Let's talk about the way he's staring at Brendon like Brendon is a delicous treat, shall we? Or perhaps his gorgeous smile again. Either way.
High-fiving The Butcher!
OH, DORKASS.
It's like they can't not stare at his neck.
HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, Spencer. This is Sarah's favorite of all time.
Here's the thing: is he thinking about Haley in it? Brendon? Jon Walker? Himself? WHAT?
PINK SHIRT GAYMO.
I love the way he stands. I LOVE IT.
The way he tells the story about the stripper and her dog and the almost blowing up of a small part of suburban Las Vegas? I LOVE YOU SPENCER. FOREVER.
Let's talk about the way he's sucking in his cheekbones, okay?
TONGUE!
MYSTERY DUDE! WHO *ARE* YOU?
EYELASHES!
They are so fucking cute, you guys. Fave boygirl pair ever.
I would *love* to hear the story that accompanies this photo. How? Why? Sandwich?
Good CHRIST he's hot.
I think it's a testament to both Spencer's sense of humor AND his insane love for Brendon Urie that this picture exists.
MOUTH.
LADY SHIRT! GORGEOUS PROFILE!
I loooooooooooove Spencer's belly. I LOVE IT. I want to rub it and make a wish.
I just. PRETTY LADY!
MOUNTAIN MAN! HOW!
Spencer's are my favorite in the Panic! at the Fotostudio series, because he is beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful.
AND ALSO A LADY. CHRIST.
I love this picture. I have such a BFF kink. GOD.
This is the one where Sarah called me at work and said "OMFG HAVE YOU SEEN SCRUFFY SPENCER AND HIS PRECIOUS GIRLFRIEND AND A DOG?" and of course since I hadn't I died.
She's really pretty, y'all. And obviously okay with the fact that he's prettier, so.
Why is Spencer not at my house with waffles right now? WHY?
HAHAHAHAHAHA. HA. HAAHAHA. HAAAA. OH, SPENCER. ASSFUCKING A FLAMINGO FTW.
I've never wanted to be a bike before, but there's a first time for everything, I guess.
OH BITCHFACE.
Sure, this is a Brendon pic, but please note the predatory glint in Spencer's eyes. This picture immediately proceeded some fucking HOT dressing room sex.
PRETTY PRETTY LADY!
PRETTY PRETTY DORKASS!
And here comes eleventy hundred pictures of Spencer playing the drums, AKA one of my biggest weaknesses.
SHUT UP WITH YOUR SWEATING AND YOUR LIP BITING, YOU BASTARD.
*whimper*
Okay, honestly these pics freak me out a little because they kind of look like wax statues? But his EYES.
He's so street, you guys. AND THAT STREET IS RODEO DRIVE.
I just. Seriously. He's such a GORGEOUS girl. It's like I told Sarah, Patrick Stump made me straight, and then Spencer made me a lesbian again.
Is he signing a tiny Mystery Machine?
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD.
You know, I always get a vaguely uncomfortable feeling when I first see these, partially because he's EIGHTEEN in them, and partially because it's a really intimate moment, but then I remembered that HI HE TOOK THEM SO WHATEVER. FAIR GAME, SPENCE. FAIR GAME.
GOD. That smile. It's so fucking gorrrrrrrrrgeous.
I love him in this shirt. LOVE.
GOOD GOD.
KEYMASH.
I kinda miss the emo hair. Sigh.
There is NO REASON that someone with this eyemakeup should be this SMOKING HOT.
Doesn't he kind of look like Jared Leto in this one? A little? No?
HAHAHAHAHA.
So, okay. They're Haley's shirts, right? And he wears them because he misses her so much while they're on tour. It's not like he actually buys every available tiny fit girl's tee from Old Navy, right?
RIGHT?
Oh, such a pretty mouth.
THE HAND BETWEEN THE THIGHS. OH HAND ENVY.
BITCHFACE PART DEUX.
What is it with this kid and bras? Seriously?
HANDS.
Do you OWN men's clothing? At all?
SHINY MOUTH OMFG.
I just. I have no words.
TONGUE.
OMMFG TONGUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Okay, I totally miss the emo hair. A LOT.
BELLY.
JUST SHUT UP, OKAY? WITH YOUR GAYMO BLACK ROSE AND YOUR PRETTY HANDS. JUST SHUT UP.
IN THE SNOW. God, can you imagine him all rosy-cheeked and a little breathless with snowflakes clinging to his eyelashes?
I just. Okay. LOOK AT BRENDON'S FACE! They're like, "Let's take a holiday photo!" And Spencer's all, "HOW ABOUT IF I BLOW THIS INFLATABLE REINDEER'S FACE?"
Why does he have this coat? Why is he wearing it on a lovely, sunny afternoon? WHY IS HE SO PRECIOUS?
He's gorgeous, y'all. Just gorgeous.
BLOW JOB FACE. IS ALL I AM SAYING.
I know I've said it, but it bears repeating. I LOVE THE WAY HE STANDS. I love the jut of his hips. LOVE.
Again, this is one of my favorite pictures of Panic! ever, because they're all just so fucking happy about that damn award, but GOD SPENCER LOOKS LIKE THE PRETTIEST GIRL EVER. EVER.
In conclusion, Spencer Smith: Hot Dude, Hot Chick. DELCIOUS.