Oh good. It's ironic that there are only a couple of subject ever that I'll get riled up about, and somehow Panic fic covers all of them. Almost exclusively. I don't understand.

DUDE IKR?! That fic fucking killed me. OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU MARRIED PETE WENTZ! I. Died.

Eeee! Yay! I'll read these when Ange ditches me later and I'm alllll allooooooooone. But right now we're making- drumroll pls Spencer- BEINETS! ♥