Where is this headed? I have no damn clue, but look, writing. My insides are jumping in glee, even if this goes nowhere and it sucks and the characters aren't quite right. There are words here on this page and they are not rants, they are part of a story. Hooray!

It was Travis who started calling the "minis" pimps-in-training. Brendon thought it was hilarious and shared it with the nine-year-olds as though he were sharing some sort of words of wisdom; Spencer was unsurprised at how easily it caught on, but still rather disturbed by the whole thing.

"I'm pretty sure," Spencer said, leaning over to steal a bite of Ryan's sandwich while they were waiting to film the next scene, "that those kids parents' are not going to appreciate that nickname."

"Who cares?" Ryan asked and Spencer wondered when his best friend had become so carefree. Probably it was around the time Jon had starting sharing his weed.

"Someone ought to," Spencer shrugged.

"Well, its your boyfriend's fault."

Spencer let his eyes narrow. Travis was not his boyfriend.

"Travis is not my boyfriend."

Ryan lifted an eyebrow, then rolled his eyes.

"Who are you trying to kid with that?" he asked, then took another bite of his sandwich.

"Travis is not my boyfriend," Spencer said again, this time slower, because Ryan seemed to have suffered some sort of brain damage from the last time he saw him, which was less than twenty minutes ago, so that was some fucking feat.

"Yeah, okay," Ryan shrugged. "Whatever."

"He's not."

"Okay. I'm not arguing with you."

"You're also not agreeing with me. Let's pretend for a moment that I've known you since we were kids."

"Yeah, let's," Ryan rolled his eyes again.

Spencer contemplated pouting, than realized he was not Brendon Urie... or an actual nine-year-old. So instead he stuck his tongue out, because that was totally the mature thing to do in this sort of situation.

The best part of Panic's "sneak-peek" of That Green Gentleman is not the "mini-Spencer" shouting at the others' by calling them "pimps-in-training" or the real Spencer making fun of Jon for not being able to ride a Victorian bike. It is, in fact, the appearance of Travis in a stupid yellow and orange hoodie, drinking what is probably a beer, in the background of the shoot at 0:54.

Why is he even there, seriously? He cannot possibly be appearing in a furry suit for a cameo appearance.

I may or may not have a fic in mind about this whole Travis-on-set thing. *shifty-eyes*

So it's totally been awhile. Mostly, there was school and life and just a lot of bullshit hanging around my street that prevented me from even thinking about writing anything that wasn't a term paper of some sort.

But I'm back. And I want to be more involved.

Like, I wanna talk about this season's Doctor Who and what the fuck is ( spoilerCollapse ). Or explore the new characters, like Luke Rattigan, who I may or may not be in the process of writing a story about. Evil geniuses, okay, they're like a secret weakness of mine.

Also, I'd like to talk about my entrance into bandom, which is to say, RPF has sucked me in and I can't help it. Have you seen those boys? So. Effing. Adorable. The new "Beat It" video by Fall Out Boy? Joe Troh owns my soul in that. I mean, his 'fro, it is all flat ironed and then curled at the ends and obviously the others are super hot too, but JOE.

Eh hem. Yes. So. Here is me, attempting to get back into fandom. Not as though I disappeared, really, mostly I was present but in the least sense, just lurking around, even more than I had before this nine-month-hiding-spree. And if you understood that sentence, more power to you, because sometimes, seriously, sometimes my brain, I don't even know.

All I can say is that if I were the author, I would've had a nice time fucking with an entire world and, like some of the false spoilers my boyfriend read to me when I downloaded my early copy, ( *insert ultimate Weasley twins' joke*Collapse )