Looking back, we now see it was inevitable. The internet has finally produced what we've apparently all been waiting for: an erotic gay slash-fic about conservative congressmen Paul Ryan and Aaron Schock.

Well-adjusted teen Justin Bieber posted a fun image to Instagram yesterday: a drawing of him, nude, cuddling in post-coital bliss with an anonymous fan, also nude (and helpfully labeled "BELIEBER"). He posted it to his feed without comment, leading hundreds of thousands of anonymous teenage girls to conjecture that the girl in the image represented them, specifically.

Newsweek, the nation's premiere publisher of fan fiction, has followed up its charmingly hideous "What if Diana Were Alive?" cover story with a brand new exploration of hypotheticals: What will Barack Obama do if he loses, and also, what will he look like? Alas: this one doesn't go far enough. We have some ideas, though!

Is this Maureen Dowd comic book awesome (superhero journalist!) or offensive (she's, uh, naked)? I'm leaning toward awesome.

As Suffolk police close in on Craig 'Lazie' Lynch—who escaped from prison in September and is now taunting the cops on Facebook—Lazie battles a temperamental public and inspires imitators. Plus: Another inmate absconds from his prison.

Stepping into the cold air of a moonless night, Bella Swan quivered with anticipation for the Twilight: New Moon premiere. Awaiting the film's arrival at a theater near her, she contented herself with a handsome assortment of Edward Cullen-themed objects.

Everyone who lives in Brooklyn seems to have a Hipster Grifter story. I haven't told mine. Until now.

A tipster writes: "I was walking by the set and I met Blake Lively and she was quite pleasant. She noticed that I was chewing gum and asked if I had an extra piece and I simply grabbed her face and pulled it close to mine. We opened our mouths and our tongues ..." Heyyyyy ... wait a second.

Earlier today over at McSweeney's, we downloaded what's reportedly author Michael Chabon's original screenplay for Spider-Man 2. Reworked, reconsidered and rewritten a few dozen times (by three other writers; Chabon got story credit) before making its way to the screen as Sam Raimi's blockbuster, the script features some of the moody, angsty masculine hallmarks threading the Pulitzer prize-winner's novels like Wonder Boys and The Mysteries of Pittsburgh. The skeptic in us has its doubts, but while we're still torn over the overwhelmingly pranky nature of Oliver Stone's W, we don't know who the hell else would have written 252 pages of fan fiction this dynamic or, well, literary. In any case, we have our weekend reading cut out for us. [Via Videogum]