Kink FTW!

[sansets]

So I've figured out just why it is that so many people fall into the black hole called bandom - it isn't just ONE fandom - it is as many as six or seven different fandoms swimming around together in some kind of psuedo-incestuous pool, calling themselves the same name to lure more people in! *coughs* At any rate, it is raining out side, I have a

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[meletor_et_al]

dude, with all the bandslash I've been reading (specifically my favorite gay little circus boys Panic! at the Disco), I forgot that group sex even counted as a kink. it's just ... it's what you do! yes?

also, was I not JUST gleeing about the twisty tangled-up incestuousness that is bandom? oh, oh I so was. it's like ... like that corner store that doesn't just sell produce, or household stuff, but all of that plus a pharmacy and photo processing and electronics and and and ... but less with the cheap and crappy, and more with the gay and kinky. and Pete Wentz getting his grubby little fingers in everything.

and lastly ... dude. Mikey Way + handcuffs = reason I may now have to get seriously serious and active about MCR (but not until after I've finished my Panic! fic! asjhfjkdsgsfg THIS FANDOM. DAMN IT).

okay, first and foremost? bed. because my brains are dribbling out my ears and that's neither comprehensible nor attractive.

[meletor_et_al]

*at someone. gleeing at someone. as in on the phone, as in a specific enough event that I felt the need to bring up the coincidence.

please see "brain dribbling out of ears."

[sansets]

*pets you* Oh sweetie, you are just SO very pretty! But you know the sad thing? I actually didn't even notice that anything was missing from that sentence, because I knew what you meant. *headdesk* I BLAME IT ON THE BANDSLASH! THE PRETTY STOLE MY BRAIN, AND DOESN'T WANT TO GIVE IT BACK!

[sansets]

*sniggers* You know, I am not entirely certain that group sex really counts as a kink, BUT I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THE LOVE OF LOTS OF PRETTY BOYS HAVING SEX. Because hi! The Pretty Gay Little Circus Boys need to ALWAYS be having sex with each other, in EVERY PERMUTATION IMAGINABLE! *beams at you*

it's like ... like that corner store that doesn't just sell produce, or household stuff, but all of that plus a pharmacy and photo processing and electronics and and and ... but less with the cheap and crappy, and more with the gay and kinky. and Pete Wentz getting his grubby little fingers in everything.

*dies and keeps on dying* I just ... I live the fucking Midwest, and those damn corner stores are EVERYWHERE and I now want the kinky!gay!sex corner store with Pete as the slightly shady night manager who sleeps with ALL of the employees and people keep walking by to make normal purchases of, I don't know, bread or something, and then run out in terror because Pete keeps trying to sell them cock rings. SERIOUSLY MEL, MY LIFE WOULD BE