and then we all clasped hands and sang "girl, you'll be a woman soon"

[skoosiepants]

SO! Things! Brainstorming about my sodamnskippy gift fic. Xmas shopping. Trying not to spend the entire holiday depressed. Looking forward to decorating this weekend. Also? Last installment of Supersaturation anyone? Expect it in the next week or so, I seem to be on a roll and it's shaping up to be pretty short anyway.

Ever since Little Brendon and Little Ryan moved in with him, Ryan’s been slightly more incoherent than usual. He’s always rambling about indigenous peoples and crap, so Brendon mostly tunes him out anyway, but lately even when Brendon pays attention he has no idea what Ryan’s talking about. Ryan also has deep purple bruises under his eyes, like Jon’s been beating him up.

Finally, Ryan says, “Your mom was a saint.”

“Amen,” Brendon says, nodding, even though he’s pretty sure it’s his mom’s side of the family that’s so weird. His dad’s parents never got dressed up for Presidents’ Day, as far as Brendon knows – those wigs are legendary in the younger Urie household, Brendon always got Rutherford B. Hayes and a fake beard – or had puppet shows with their feet or had a Rainbow Explosion on the first day of spring, where they all spelled out ROY G BIV with their clothes. Also, Kool-Aid makes an awesome hair dye.

But Brendon understands what Ryan’s trying to say, this time. Little Brendon has most likely built a fort in the bathroom with all of Ryan’s hangers.