jedusaur

sooooooooooooooo this happened.

Title: Two-On-One
Fandom: Bandom/Hockey RPF
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Mike Richards/Jeff Carter
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: ~2k
Content notes: porn-script levels of unbelievability
Summary: Two of the L.A. Kings double-team Ryan Ross. I don't... I don't know. It's his fault for tweeting about hockey so much.

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About a week ago, I drank a lot of wine, made myself Indian food (including deep-fried samosas, for which I used a half-full rum bottle as a rolling pin and from which I still have a semi-impressive burn on my thigh), and then curled up in bed with my laptop and said to verbyna, "do you want some chatfic porn? it will be TERRIBLE." To which she responded, "BRING IT ON."

(If anyone comments to nitpick about the specific dates Panic and TAI were actually touring together in 2005 or whatever, V and I solemnly swear to piss ourselves laughing.)

( Brendon/Ryan, early days virginity fic. Not actually as porny as intended, I'd say barely even an R. I think my favorite part is where I forgot I could type asterisks.Collapse )

Hey hey hey you guys, guess what? crazybutsound recorded a podfic of "Bottoming From The Top"! It's got music and little page-turning sound effects and Jem has the most adorable French/British accent and squeeeee!

(Also, holy shit, that fic is filthy. Like, obviously I already knew it was filthy, but it's one thing to put something together in a text file and copy-paste it onto the internet, and another thing entirely to actually hear someone reading it out loud. Jesus, self, you are dirty.)

I know nobody is paying much attention to Ryan Ross right now, and I know the overlap between bandom fans and football fans is not huge, but I seriously cannot be the only person who can't stop listening to this. It is pure distilled essence of WTF. I keep going back against my will and listening to it again and again. I am not going to pay actual money for it, but if I could find a free download, it would be in my iTunes right now, not gonna lie. Probably in my current-rotation playlist, even.

The lyrics are so amazingly ridiculously bad. They rhymed blood with up. And it is about the freaking Super Bowl. And it is so catchy. And I read Alex Greenwald's Wikipedia article and apparently he was the douche with the knife in "Donnie Darko," which inexplicably makes me love this song even more. My italics of bewildered adoration, let me show you them. /o\