confessions of a wentzross enjoyer

music: wrong way - sublime

mood: despondent

edit jan 1 2025: sorry for this btw. i have no clue what got into me.

Every so often i remember that one clip where Spencer jokes that Pete and Ryan almost hooked up and Ryan goes (sounding very exhausted and not like he's joking at all) yeah maybe we did in another sense of it and then. well. all else follows as naturally as the river returning to the ocean. 

open ao3. open bookmarks. open sweet satan, i beg of you. read it over and over so i don't eat glass. open you know baby's my vice . read it. read it again. open the tag to see if there's anything new. there's nothing new. eat glass anyway. 

curse the fact that i cant write it as good as it is in my head. open the libreoffice document spitting blood all over the keyboard on account of the glass. write three lines even though the H key is sticking on account of all the blood. go back and read you know baby's my vice. twice because its 900 words and you're insane about it. and the other option is 7k of porn. wince and read the ryden fic that has three lines about Pete, because rarepairs will make worms out of the most prideful of men.

bring yourself back to the three second clip of a guy who dropped off the face of the earth probably just joking around with his band-mate. mourn your sanity, but know you are right.

finally, you turn, dreading what you will see, to the decaydanceredacted blog. what foes await you in the shadowy corners of horny tumblr anon messages? your hands are shaking as you type in "#pw + rr". you're sweating. tumblr can sense fear, and it buffers as you stare at the screen, casting long shadows across your face in the dark room. when did it get so dark? why is it so cold?

finally, it loads: the ultimate message. "wrong way by sublime is so wentzross coded", submitted by anon on september 23rd. do you sigh in relief? do you curse your mind for giving you visions the likes of which so few understand?