greetings earthlings

I can't believe it's only Tuesday. I have nothing of import to impart to you all. I'm chugging away at my Spencer/Brendon harlequin, and I've maybe decided to give that JoBros as Panic's guardian angels fic a go - no promises, though! - because I still think that'd be hi-larious.

I'm reading way too much original fic. It might be rotting my brain.

Yeah, wow. I got nothing.

Raw snippage?

Brendon grins at him through the windshield, then reaches over and locks all the doors. It’s kind of an empty gesture, considering Spencer has the car keys, but Brendon feels that it’s important not to get too compliant here. Spencer’s maybe not part of the posse of bad guys that wants him dead, but Brendon is all too aware that he isn’t the good guy either.

“If I have to come get you,” Spencer shouts from the porch, “neither of us is going to be too happy.”

Brendon bites his lip, hand hovering over the lock. He hesitates maybe a second too long, though, because Spencer’s face gets dark, jaw clenched around a scowling mouth, and he takes long, purposeful strides down the steps. Brendon squeaks and scrambles over the center console of the sedan and fumbles with the lock on the driver’s side. He’s got it unlocked and opened by the time Spencer’s turning the key in the passenger side door, but he’s only got the upper half of his body over the seat and Spencer makes a grab for his leg, catching his ankle before he can fully slither out the other side.

He kicks out and Spencer growls, “Fucking stop, Brendon, I swear to god,” and yanks him back into the car, back over to the passenger side. Spencer’s got one knee up on the seat and Brendon’s legs are bent, back biting into the console as he stares up at him, wide-eyed and breathing hard.

Spencer says, “If you kick me one more time, I really am going to tie you the fuck up.”

Brendon swallows hard and licks his bottom lip.

Spencer leans forward, knee sliding further down between Brendon’s still bent legs. “Honestly, I’m really going to love tying you up, Brendon,” he says, soft and menacingly. “So you go ahead and try it.”

drive-by

Will answer comments in a mo, but in the meantime: my friend's sister is apparently (allegedly?) dating the drummer from Every Time I Die. I've been trying to find a pic of this fellow but it has proven unsuccessful! Why? Is he a hideous beast? Does anyone have a photo of him - or even heard of this band? I haven't, but that's not so surprising. Apparently, they are on Warped.