Fic Rec

so, you wanna read something that rips out your heart and then politely, in the sweetest way possible, hands it back to you?

(He couldn’t fix Mae. In the end, he couldn’t fix the band, he couldn’t fix himself, and, really, at that point he hadn’t wanted to.)

dammit, skoosiepants, you just keep getting brilliantly better every time i read you.

BWAHAHAHAHA.

okay, and just what i needed to totally get me smiling again?

Gabe Saporta. I AM NOW IN SERIOUS ::GRABBY HANDS:: WITH THIS MAN.

and just because i can (that and we didn't actually take alot of pictures) here are a few things from HCT:

( i really wanted him to add *Empty Like the Ocean* to my shirt since it's like my favorite Midtown song ever, but alas, i apparently become an bumbling idiot with the inability to form specific word-like noises when in the presence of anyone who's even slightly more famous than me. HAHAHAHA )

( the necklace is *real*, it was like 2 inches away from my face. ugh. (at JT, not Gabe. i now ADORE gabe.) )

( and finally. i now have a shirt with GABE on the left chestal region. i am SO GAY thankyouverymuch. )

sorry for the blur. he wouldn't stand still long enough.

it's a cult, no lie.

edit: Gabe seriously has the prettiest skin tone EVER. omg. i'm a total fangirl. ack.

spammity spam-spam for my bandslash flisters...

a little bit of information not really on new Panic! stuff can be found here.