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I just wanna say there are two things that I will eventually master: finishing fics I start, and not writing things when I say I'm not going to write them.

It's not quite Monday, but it is my bedtime, and it'll probably be midnight by the time I get this post finished. April 12 is the 23rd birthday of a very special boy. I love his stupid little face, and I hope he has a fantastic one, especially if it involves: a) drunken shenanigans, b) his ~~GMB~~ bandmate Spencer, c) new music for us, or d) all of the above.

Also, even though I still have three dozen drabbles that have never been typed up, the first five people to comment with a Brendon-centric prompt will get a drabble.

Warning: probably not dial-up safe, mostly older pics b/c I was cheating by finding pics anyway, possibly some repeats, not in any particular order, pics stolen from various places around the intrawebs. Also, from the pics I have here, it looks like I'm a Brendon/Jon shipper. Idk where that came from.

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Ha, haven't even looked at the pics yet. I want a ficlet! Spencer/Brendon (lol, duh) and a winter sport! Ice skating or skiing or snowboarding or whatever. :DDDD

Brendon’s sudden interest in ice skating has nothing to do with how pretty Johnny Weir is?

Spencer is pretty sure this is going to be a disaster. Skiing would have been one thing; there had been plenty of ski trips for him and the twins growing up. Snowboarding, even, he would have been fine with. But ice skating? Yeah, Spencer’s not too sure about that. Brendon, however, is ridiculously enthusiastic, which just adds to Spencer’s concern. Fumbling around to find their balance, holding hands for a few laps around the ice, cuddling a little with huge mugs of hot chocolate before heading back to their room to warm up – that wouldn’t be a bad plan. But Spencer knows Brendon, and Brendon has been watching way too much of the Olympic ice skating competitions this winter. (Brendon insists that it’s not because of how pretty that Johnny Weir character is, that he’s more interested in how talented and graceful all the skaters are, but Brendon has also been telling Spencer this complicated soap opera-esque saga of Johnny Weir and his erstwhile love interest Evan Lysacek, and Spencer’s a bit tempted to put parental controls on Brendon’s laptop to keep him off livejournal.) Sure enough, they’re not on the ice for more than a few minutes when Brendon attempts to skate in a circle around Spencer and falls flat on his ass. He’s laughing though, and when Spencer reaches to help him, he pulls Spencer down on top of him. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are red and he’s prettier than any professional ice skater could ever be, and Spencer’s pretty much in love. Spencer laughs too, kisses the tip of Brendon’s nose, and gladly accepts the help of a random passerby to help him and Brendon to their feet. Maybe Brendon’s way is more fun after all, plus they can totally spend the evening in the hot tub.

Heee!

You realize you're the root cause of all this Johnny Weir nonsense in my head, yes? *g*

I want you to tell me more about this Johnny Weir nonsense!!!!

oh, I did say I was going to type something up during Castle, didn't I? IT IS SO RIDICULOUS, RACHEL! (also, not typed up b/c I had to send an email back to ridiculous!friend)

There is NO CHANCE it's as ridiculous as the fic I am totally not writing. /o\

The fic you're not writing is going to be epically awesome and I can't wait for it!!

You remember what we were talking about in the emails yesterday, with Adam Lambert? Yeah, the story in my head is related to THAT.

TABBY! THIS IS THE BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO! ♥♥♥

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