The little *facts* about bandom that can make me smile whenever they pop into my head. Some personal moments, some bits of canon.

--Gerard and Lindsay. Getting married. IN MATCHING UNICORN T-SHIRTS.

--Bronx's lullaby. Duh.

--The look on Zack's face when I explained that you could tell Jon and Spencer apart on my shirt because Spencer has real shoes and Jon has flipflops.

--Jon Walker smells like Christmas, and Spencer Smith enjoys it when he does.

--Bob finding baby!Ray on YouTube

--Greta's story about the violin

--Spencer (and his band) think Prop 8 is total bullshit.

--Shane at Disneyland with Brendon's family for Christmas

--Bestfriend puppy. Just.

--Pete thinks Jennifer Aniston movies are something he needs to apologise for.

--"Gewawd"

--Jon knows Ryan is a vampire.

--Zack's body type is "more to love"

--Brendon should have been in his cage hours ago.

--Zack tells the fangirls that Brendon's hips don't lie

--Spencer's smile

--Bandit Lee. Oh, Ballato-Ways.

--Ryan and Spencer still have mutual birthday parties. With musical cakes.

--Partying with the Cobras means light beer and plastic guitars.

--Pete's unique interpretation of a swearing jar

--SYNCHRONIZED HALLOWEEN DANCES

--Zack plays hockey, and Ryan used to. The mental images!

--Brendon's church-singing pose

--Zack carrying Brendon offstage like a damsel

--Ryan keeps all the teddy bears.

--Jon didn't pack any shoes for like, three tours straight.

--Pear Liberal Studies, bless her. I miss your darling imaginary face, Pear.

--Brendon flipping a sharpie into the air and catching it over and over.

--The fact that Ryan thinks he can fool us into thinking he went to see the Backstreet Boys for Jackie and Crystal. Who were, like, seven at the time.

--Spencer hitting himself in the face and Ryan laughing so hard he lost track of the song

--Brendon's child-of-the-eighties vocabulary. Rad, fr srs.



I know I'm missing some, y'all. C'mon. Get on the internet and tell us all about the awesomest parts of our canon.



ETA: I know it isn't fair, and I'll try not to add any more. But Maple reminded me about that interview where BRENDON'S MOM STILL LOVES HIM. Which is my favorite thing in the world.
At my parents' house for Easter/various extended-fam birthdays, and they STILL. HAVE NOT FIXED. THE FUCKING INTERNET.

I am very, very cranky about it, in case you missed that. This was supposed to be my weekend to relax and reward myself for finishing the Paper of Dooooooom, and work on ETW--which is stored almost entirely on LJ or in GoogleDocs. And I mean, just, in general, flisting, surfing for decent fic, etc. IS MY IDEA OF RELAXING. So, yes. Cranky now.

Also, all of my time was somehow claimed by various members of my family without my input or permission...it's nothing I could really say no to, it's just annoying that I can't.

At the library atm collecting my damn fic material and flisting, though I think I may have missed quite a bit due to skimming. However, whoever posted that pic of Jon and Brendon "on safari" end quote? THANK YOU FOR THAT. I feel sufficiently restored to go on finishing all my mother's heinous errands.

Jon and Brendon, thank you SO MUCH. Just for existing prettily and letting people photograph you at peace. It makes me happy.
Notes from under the pile of academia that is currently my life:


  • Useful skill I can never put on a resume: being able to tell from the water pressure in the locker room showers when someone has flushed the toilet and is about to scald me
  • We have now arrived at the "social competence" sections of two of my classes about child development, and I hate this part, mostly because it makes me sit around thinking about all the things I/myparents/theworld got wrong when I was very young. I am the damn far-reaching consequences my professors are warning about. *pbbbt*
  • People, not capitalising your fics does not make you mysterious or especially literary or whatever it is you are trying to achieve. It merely means that it would take four strong recommendations from people I trust to stop me immediately back-buttoning. The capital letters help me keep track of where on the screen I belong, for one thing.
  • Remind me again why my doctor won't let me have a hysterectomy?
  • I hate how I make myself stress. I am very dumb that way.
  • Mmmm turkey sandwich
  • Jon Walker is getting his hair cut and I am sad because I wanted video from Jo'burg of him playing with the hilarious hair. But happy because I didn't really want him to keep it forever.
It's nice how Ryan and Jon are running around doing exactly what I was writing about them doing. I feel that this is payback for Ryan ruining my pretty, easy fail!boyfriends fic.

...not sufficient payback, but, you know. Still. It's nice of him.
So exactly one year ago today, I announced to the world that I knew which one wore flipflops, and therefore I possibly needed to be smacked with a ruler.

As I told [livejournal.com profile] liketheroad when she did an end-of-the-year meme, every time I did one, all my answers ended up being, "bandom bandom bandom boys bandom friends bandom stories bandom bandom bandom." So I decided to do an end of the year review on my bandomversary instead.



This has been the most...incredible year. I have learned that Zack is my favorite, that Spencer in a beard is the prettiest thing on the earth, that all of My Chem are enormous dorks, that Brendon and cuddles are the surest way to touch my heart. I have learned that I am head-over-heels for Greta Salpeter, and that I love her band's sound.

I have found a muse that makes me want to write and write and writewritewrite--do you know I have posted NINE fics this year, and have fourteen in progress? The year before I posted two.



More--MOST OF ALL--I have found the most incredible friends. I have people whose days I can make brighter with a single LJ comment, and who return the favour. I have people who listen to me cry. I have discovered that one of my favorite people in the whole damn world lives in New Zealand--how would I ever have discovered that if we weren't both fathoms-deep in love with Panic at the Disco? How would I ever have written anything without [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane filling my head with bunnies and [livejournal.com profile] liketheroad squeeing at me until they were all written? All of you have listened to me and laughed with me and squealed with me, and I'm so incredibly touched and honoured and lucky to have you in my life.



So I want to say thanks:

Thanks to Skids, who made me read it.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] emilyray, [livejournal.com profile] sociofemme, and [livejournal.com profile] calathea, for loving bandom in public so that I let her make me read it, since I knew they had good taste.

Thanks to all my pre-bandom friends, who didn't hit me with rulers, and who have stuck by me despite my tendency to flail over tiny ridiculous boys.

Thanks to Panic, the Hushies, MCR, FOB, and all the others for existing, for being themselves, for their music and their lives and their ridiculousness.

But most especially, thanks to all of YOU, whom I've met through our mutual insane love of these people, for being awesome friends, and for being yourselves--the girls I've come to love, adore, and positively cherish in this past year.


It's been an incredible trip for that girl a year back eying Ryan's makeup with faint alarm and telling her friend that she was sure these boys were very nice, they just weren't her type. I know she mocked and rolled her eyes and turned up her nose. I'm absolutely positive she never dreamed she'd arrive in a place where she adored this band so much she saw them perform three times in four months.

Thank god for awesome fic, that made her change her mind. Thank god for ridiculous boys, who made her fall for them. Thank god for the world's most amazing friends, who welcomed her right on in.

Thank god for bandom. It's been an awesome year.
Dear Jon Walker,

Stop making it so hard to have a favorite.

Just stop, okay? I CAN'T HANDLE THIS ANY MORE.

Yours, Lu
I don't care how pathetic it is, Panic at the Disco are capable of making me feel like my whole life is sunshine and joy.

Suddenly, my failures are less painful, my shame is less humiliating, my urgent heavy workload is lighter and less frightening.

Do the Trick or TREEE-EEE-EEEE-EEAT

They fill me with JOY AND LOVE, with their falling over and shiny, shiny grins and bumpy pelvises and SYNCHRONISED DANCING WTF YOU FAILBOATS I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE

P.S. Spencer Smith, if you keep smiling like that I will forgive you the mustache, I won't be able to help myself. That grin makes even the mustache sexy.
I totally get what people are talking about with the post-show adrenaline thing now. I'm euphoric and jittering and I feel like I could climb a mountain or proclaim my love to the world.

And I wasn't even performing.

Y'all, Brendon was in such a good mood. He was just glowing and bouncing all over the damn stage. I kept trying to pay attention to the others, too, but he just sucked up all my energy tonight and fed it back into me like an IV of pure joy.

The pictures they put on the screen in the background are really beautifully chosen, but again? Mostly, I was watching Brendon. Boy was on fire.

Also, the sexiness of Spencer drumming is hardly affected at all by his mustache. I totally still wanted to be thrown over the kick drum and ravished.

Ryan continues to be less British, which pleases me immensely, and the side-view screens caught a shot of Jon playing up to Spencer with an expression of bliss.

(Between what Zack said, not all of which will make it into this journal, and the reaction of the crowd, I think the boys are having a little trouble this tour--people aren't as excited to see them, they can't sing back (srsly, mostly? people sang 9itA, Day Met the Night and songs off Fever), and sometimes they LEAVE after Dashboard Confessional. Zack delayed the meet 'n' greet to round up extra fans, beyond those who'd actually won the drawing. The boys sang more Fever songs than I've seen them perform, and cut out such crowd classics as "waves of wooden legs", presumably because they knew nobody would know them...I swear, on Mad as Rabbits, I was one of maybe three people singing along. People mostly just stood there and stared during songs like "She's a Handsome Woman," where nobody knows what Ryan thinks he is talking about. There were people in the merch line who didn't know the "Reinvent Love" merch design was for Panic!

So, you know. When you go? Be REALLY LOUDLY FANGIRLY.)


OH! ETA: The Cab? Hardly failed AT ALL last night. Even Singer. Even Cash. I was kinda disappointed, I promised the baby bro he would find them hilarious. However, I kinda hope they do get big, because when Dashboard pulled Ian up to play with them he kept doing the signature Cab Bounce, and I think he may have been irreparably damaged so that he can't help it anymore.
THINGS ABOUT M&G BEFORE I FORGET:

--Spencer says his mustache is because Zack is growing his beard in, so Spence decided to shave his off. Balance. Personally I still think this is a cover for the bet he lost, and you will not convince me otherwise

--relatedly, in giving the DBC speech, Zack stopped and corrected himself--wait, Spencer doesn't have a beard anymore, he has a "wierd little mustache thing"--my sentiments exactly, Zack.

--however, I will say it's not as bad in person and when he's had enough sleep so he can look out through his eyelids

--Bden's applebottom is round and firm and tight. Zack promises. (!!!!!!!!) (ot3 of shame ftw)

--Zack was two cookies in before he realised they were full of hair

--There IS a don't be creepy reason for only using their sharpies; Zack didn't elaborate and frankly I'm not sure I wanted him to; urgh

-- the new keyboardist is Adrian and he uses the phrase "broke my face"

-- I spoke sensible English and remembered to ask Spencer about the shave and give Brendon his card; I forgot to tell Ryan I like the blog, tell anybody I'm excited for the new album, or look semi-sane in the picture. But I didn't tell Spencer his mustache makes me sad, so on the whole I think I win

--Zack wouldn't let me film, sorry!

--we need a bandom version of fiddlesticks; I spent most of our ridiculously long wait with an awesome girl my own age who clearly knew ALL about them, but I couldn't quite make myself ask her if she has an OTP

--this tour is very BADLY organized and Zack said so; watch out, y'all, I predict his mood will only grow worse the more he has to deal with it (he was awesome once we were past all the enormous problems caused by the venue etc, but MAN he was pissy up to then)
SPENCER.

SPENCER, WE DID THE MUSTACHE THING.

WE ALL AGREED IT WAS A MISTAKE.

SPENCER, I AM SAD NOW.

Just in case someone on my flist has not had their eyes violated yet )

However, Ryan's coat, Jon's...Jonness...and Brendon's eyebrows make up for a lot.

NOT QUITE THE MUSTACHE. BUT A LOT.
They're very DIY; this makes me want to write about Jon working in Home Depot and Brendon suddenly discovering a need to remodel his entire house when he goes in to buy a lightbulb.

Also, Jon, your shoe dilemma makes me laugh endlessly, just so you know.
There are many adorable and failboaty things about the new desert pictures, and I am completely not denying that in any way, it's just, personally? I cannot get past the OMG JON WALKER, YOU LOOK SO MUCH LIKE DANIEL JACKSON IN GLASSES AND DEWRAG, FR SRS.

Literally, I keep thinking people have posted SG-1 pics and then I look one over to where, instead of a gigantic man with a gold stamp on his head, I see a tiny adorable lead singer, and I'm all, oh, it is a band picture...



ETA: [livejournal.com profile] shihadchick, see the comments, will you?
Things that are awesome about Panic SO FAR:

--[livejournal.com profile] shihadchick

--Zack spotted me in line, asked about my shirt, and got me into the meet-n-greet!! Bden (who Zack referred to as Bden, god), Ryan, and Jon all loved my shirt. Brendon went so far as to call it "rad", which made me grin. (Rad, Brendon, really?) Spencer did not comment, but did look me in the eyes, which, uh, pretty much stopped my heart all on its own. (I love Brendon best, but we all know who I would make out with given the offer.) Probably just as well he didn't try to speak to me.

--they are all adorable. Spencer kept giving a thumbs-up, which I will never not find hilarious. On the way out, Jon jumped on a security guy's back, and Ryan tried to jump on Jon's. Oh, boys. Brendon kept flipping his sharpie in the air and catching it like a kindergarten kid forced to sit still. Oh, Bden, I heart you.

--Zack's don't be creepy speech is very awesome. Whatever they pay him, it isn't enough.

--Thanks to getting in early, we also have an awesome spot to watch from.

Music starts soon!

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