OMG, I'm just reading along, and I had to comment because of the Pizza. I'm originally from New England (but haven't lived there in what feels like a million years), but OMG!! you had Papa Gino's pizza in your fanfic! Holy crap! That just brought back idyllic childhood memories and much wilder high school ones! Thank you for your attention to detail, because that? It really made the setting of this fic for me!
Ok, I will go on and keep reading and leave comment later that is related more to the fic and less to pizza!! :D
Oh, Papa Gino's! For a while, I was scared they were going to die out around here, but they seem to be doing well, thank goodness! I swear, I could eat there every day. You're making me nostalgic for old school Papa Gino's, though, with the jukeboxes? I miss that, it was so much fun!
I think Papa Gino's juke boxes were some of my earliest jukebox experiences, come to think of it! Glad to hear the chain is still hanging on! (BTW, I am still reading the fic, just not done yet and waiting until the end to comment!)
Very good first part. I am enjoying Jensen's problem with saying the right thing around Jared. This is a interesting premise so far and I look forward to the rest of it. I am feelig deprived though. We don't have Papa Gino's in Texas. lol
“I don’t suck,” he says. More like blurts, actually, because apparently, changing his subject is not his forte.
OMG HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THIS PREMISE. I love that you are writing an AU about them being ACTORS. GLEE. \o/
He was like a fuse of coiled intensity, just-transforming as they went along, burning down to something raw underneath, something Jensen never saw in the part until Jared brought it out. It caught his breath, stole his rhythm, left him off balance in a way he's never been before, and for all the energy he put into worrying that Jared wouldn't be good enough, that he wouldn't be able to give enough, it's Jensen who failed to measure up.
He's not used to being the weakest link, and it leaves him feeling unsteady, top heavy with a kind of mental vertigo he can't shake or explain, but god, if Jensen can get his fucking shit together-when he gets his shit together-they're gonna blow the goddamn roof off.I just. Yeah. I wish I could be more coherent. Sorry. Because I know they do, in fact, blow the goddamn roof off.
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This: While he's scrubbing his hair and thinking idly about why the hell Jared's up so early on purpose, and kind of accidentally using him as a musculature diagram, which is a habit he picked up in Anatomy I and hasn’t been able to kick-it’s practically Pavlovian; he sees muscles, he names them, and it turns out Jared’s ripped, every cut and curve so well defined that they might as well be outlined in red ink and labeled-it occurs to him that he might have accidentally been less than civil with Jared anyway, despite his best efforts to stay out of the guy's way.It's true and funny and wonderful imagery. [Just, that's what you do with your studies, you start applying them to the things around you and you pick up habits like that, and I can see that, Jensen half-awake, the world bleary around the edges and Jared sketched out like something from an anatomy text (It's wonderful.) and then there's this slow filtering realisation - your last independent clause and the dependent clause that follows it - and it's just so quietly humorous
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I love Jensen's reaction after that first run-through, completely thrown, embarrassed at being the weak link, and exhilirated by how much BETTER he can be, working with jared.
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OMG HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THIS PREMISE. I love that you are writing an AU about them being ACTORS. GLEE. \o/
He was like a fuse of coiled intensity, just-transforming as they went along, burning down to something raw underneath, something Jensen never saw in the part until Jared brought it out. It caught his breath, stole his rhythm, left him off balance in a way he's never been before, and for all the energy he put into worrying that Jared wouldn't be good enough, that he wouldn't be able to give enough, it's Jensen who failed to measure up.
He's not used to being the weakest link, and it leaves him feeling unsteady, top heavy with a kind of mental vertigo he can't shake or explain, but god, if Jensen can get his fucking shit together-when he gets his shit together-they're gonna blow the goddamn roof off.I just. Yeah. I wish I could be more coherent. Sorry. Because I know they do, in fact, blow the goddamn roof off. ( ... )
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While he's scrubbing his hair and thinking idly about why the hell Jared's up so early on purpose, and kind of accidentally using him as a musculature diagram, which is a habit he picked up in Anatomy I and hasn’t been able to kick-it’s practically Pavlovian; he sees muscles, he names them, and it turns out Jared’s ripped, every cut and curve so well defined that they might as well be outlined in red ink and labeled-it occurs to him that he might have accidentally been less than civil with Jared anyway, despite his best efforts to stay out of the guy's way.It's true and funny and wonderful imagery. [Just, that's what you do with your studies, you start applying them to the things around you and you pick up habits like that, and I can see that, Jensen half-awake, the world bleary around the edges and Jared sketched out like something from an anatomy text (It's wonderful.) and then there's this slow filtering realisation - your last independent clause and the dependent clause that follows it - and it's just so quietly humorous ( ... )
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