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damn LJ to hell. Eating my fucking entry.


New mood theme thanks to stepps  who's temple you should all worship at. 


To the best fangirl to never be in fandom: I still love you, somewhere. 

Its Spring in Alabama. Meaning its fucking 80. *fans self*

When Spencer offers to introduce Bob to The Family he laughs. Because, honestly, he loves his band, but they’re from Jersey. Most of them were Italian, and Toro’s family were scary in that we-love-you-but-will-kill-you-if-you-fuck-with-us way. It makes the situation funnier. He stops laughing when he realizes Spencer is glaring at him.

“Sorry, sorry. Its just—” A little laugh bubbles up in his throat and he coughs.  “My band, y’know? They’re…”

Spencer rolls his eyes, “yes, because obviously only Italian’s can be in the mafia. It explains the Yakuza. Seriously, they’re like my second family. They are Ryan’s family. I want you to meet them.”

Bob frowns, “I thought Ross’s folks were all fucked up.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip and looks away. “Yeah, his real parents…His dad died a lot earlier than what we say, his uncle took him and…he could be a fucking Boss, if he wanted. Technically I could, too.” He shrugs.

“So,” Bob says and looks back towards the bunks where he knows the other Panic guys are. “That explains your obsession with The Godfather.”

Spencer shakes his head. “Not really, it just a fucking awesome movie.”

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