Firstly, happy November! \o/
Secondly, thanks to all of you who volunteered to help James and me out with our gang!fic. I've not gotten the chance to talk to her yet, but we will decide on a beta/betas when we both get our asses online. Then I will email whoever we end up with. But I just want to say thanks for offering flaily fangirls like us a helping hand! :)
Two things in relation to this:
1. Brendon's not a priest in the story. I now realise how sexy it would be if he were. Ryan pounding away at his virginal ass in a silent church, Brendon biting on his tongue, white collar tight around his neck, looking up at the crucifix before closing his eyes, his body trembling as Ryan takes him right there. That would make me all kinds of happy, actually. But that's some other story.
2. Still not English! Nope, sorry. I know I sound vaguely British when I speak, and I most certainly do use British English because it's what I speak/think/write, but nope. Not English or British at all. I'm just another bloody foreigner. *shakes head*
Now onto other things! I'm doing this horrible thing right now where I blatantly neglect real life in order to write fic. This includes putting off studying, being generally anti-social and, even right now, I am fucking starving, but instead of dragging my ass to the kitchen, I am making it wait because I want to write this story, GODDAMIT, and no one and nothing is allowed to bother me while I'm at it! I used to do this so much when I was writing TBRS. Good times.
But in some other good news the Joncer mpreg is now 18k. \o/ And Spencer is, er, around three months pregnant.
p.s. TMI: I had a sort-of sex dream about Ryan Ross last night. Thank god my alarm went off before him and I started doing that sex tape we had planned. Dear brain, can we move onto Spencer soon? That'd be awesome. Thanks. Sincerely, me.