Monday Issue #52
Hello! Sorry this is somewhat late; I started back at uni again for the semester yesterday, and it's been awfully hectic. Apologies!
So, this is heartsintact's 52nd issue! Which, in case you're not so great at numbers, means we're now one year old! flimsy and I are planning some sort of special funtimes celebration post for later on in the week, but right now we'd just like to say thank you to everyone for sticking with us over the last year. ♥ It means a lot that you seem to think we're doing something useful with this little list of ours. Thank you all so much.
And without further ado, onto the recs!
Panic! at the Disco
Play it Dirty, Make a Mess by stephanometra & lyo (Brendon/Jon, NC-17)
Except that right now, this morning, he and Jon are in the middle of trying to slaughter each other at Halo, which tends to trump all other concerns.
The Best Thing Since Ducks by sekkritbandomlj (Brendon/his band, Bob/Brendon, Jon/Cassie, Ryan/Keltie, Spencer/Haley, PG-13)
Brendon really, really loves his band. They are seriously the most wonderful people he knows, and he loves them without reservation and all that shit.
untitled by imntsaying (Jon/Spencer, unrated)
Spencer’s condo smells mouth-watering, and Jon manages to pry himself off the couch for the first time in several hours.
Destined For Anything At All by torakowalski (Brendon/Shane, NC-17)
Brendon’s subdued when he gets home from Ryan’s. It’s not like he’s normally loud all the time or anything, but he’s never normally this still.
Five times Spencer refused to shave by airgiodslv (Brendon/Spencer, PG-13)
“Who took my aftershave?”
Ryan looks at Spencer blankly. He scratches his nose. He shrugs. “Dunno. Jon, maybe?”
No Fellow Could Ignore by emilyray (Ryan/Spencer, NC-17)
Spencer never admits it to anyone, but he totally cried when Ryan went to boarding school.
We Faced the Future Holding Hands by fiddleyoumust (Jon/Brendon, PG)
The thing is, Jon likes Brendon. Brendon is cute as a button and funny and silly, and after growing up with hardcore alcoholics and scene kids for friends, Brendon is a refreshing change of pace.
Smythmalion (i'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf) by devilputaside (Jon/Spencer, PG-13)
It starts when Brent starts missing rehearsals for no good reason and as it happens more and more frequently, well, Spencer would like to see someone try to blame him for needing stress relief.
the partial explanation by torturemysoul (Brendon/Spencer, NC-17)
Brendon has been staying over at Spencer's for the past few nights. He wakes up on a Saturday morning and realizes that he should probably go home at some point and make sure that Shane knows he's still alive, not dead in a ditch somewhere outside Summerlin.
hand on your arm by jezzabe (Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer, PG-13)
"Okay," the interviewer seems slightly flummoxed, and Brendon wonders if she'd prefer him to burst into sobs and complain about how hard his life is. So not going to happen. He's blind, not retarded.
My Chemical Romance
Torch by sociofemme (Gerard/Bob, PG)
The sculptor is there again. Gerard almost turns and leaves, except he is so, so behind, and if he misses another afternoon with this kind of light, he's pretty fucked. So.
and the static that glows by stereomer (Frank/Bob, NC-17)
Brian clicks the pen nib out and starts scribbling down information in messy capital letters. “You get hurt all the time, man, what the fuck. I’m pretty sure most of the doctors here know you by name.”
“I know,” is all Bob grunts.
If You Think You're Bulletproof, You're Right by mxtape (Frank/Gerard, unrated; futurefic/kidfic)
"Are we doing the right thing?" Gerard whispers, breath warm against Frank's jaw. His fingers are shaking slightly, tracing the rays inked into Frank's elbow, up and down and around in a star shape.
The Cab
Reality Won't Hurt Longer than it Should by riflethrough & miserylovedme (Marshall/Ian, (Gabe/Marshall, Cash/Marshall, Singer/Marshall, Johnson/Marshall), NC-17; genderswap)
"And I am now a girl," Marshall says slowly. He makes a face. "Well, kind of. Sort of. Physically, anyway. Whatever."
You Be The Alcohol, I'll Be The Hangover by flash_indie (Cash/Singer, NC-17)
Here’s the thing, the kicker or, y’know, whatever. Here’s the point. Cash Colligan is a massive douchebag.
Inter-band
catching all your ghosts by onneonlights (Pete/Ryan, PG)
Pete flies out to Vegas just to hear Panic play, but somewhere along the way it becomes all about Ryan Ross.
I'm Kind of a Record Nerd by runthegamut (Patrick/Mikey, Pete/Gerard, PG)
Patrick Stump doesn’t feel like a small business owner. He’s way too young for one, he thinks. Business owners are over forty and wear suits. He’s just twenty-four and comes to work in faded jeans and multicolored sneakers.
sit and wish i was -- by stereomer (Frank and Travis, PG)
Tonight, it’s taking place at a lot of townhouses that was abandoned about halfway through the building process once the weather just got too damn hot.
Triumvirate by stephanometra (Gabe/William/Travis, NC-17)
The thing about waiting is that it sucks.
Editor's Pick
And Once a Time by disarm_d (Brendon/Spencer, NC-17' castle AU)
"Three days is not a lot of time," Spencer says, doing his best not to panic.
Earl Mikey shrugs. "It's Pete. He said, 'I'm coming up; you should have a banquet for me; how about Tuesday?'"
And we don't normally rec works-in-progress or fics that are not posted in their entirities yet, but I feel this is a worthy exception, especially as it's nearly all posted now. I don't remember the last time I felt this emotionally involved in a fic, and it's our birthday, so. DOWN WITH OUR OWN INFORMAL RULES! \o/
But Not The Song by ignipes & emilyray (Brendon/Vicky-T, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Ryan, Spencer/Butcher, Ryan/Spencer, Brendon/Spencer, pre-Panic GSF, NC-17; slave AU)
Business at the slave market is slow.
It's been drizzling since dawn and there's a bitter wind across the plains, buffeting the lines of shivering slaves and slicing through Brendon's threadbare clothes. He tries to keep still, mindful of the way the slaves around him hiss and glare when he fidgets, but he aches all over from the cold, and his nose is running and his feet are freezing into the mud, and the merchant walking slowly along the lines is taking too fucking long.
♥ Thank you all once again. The recs suggestions post is over here.
So, this is heartsintact's 52nd issue! Which, in case you're not so great at numbers, means we're now one year old! flimsy and I are planning some sort of special funtimes celebration post for later on in the week, but right now we'd just like to say thank you to everyone for sticking with us over the last year. ♥ It means a lot that you seem to think we're doing something useful with this little list of ours. Thank you all so much.
And without further ado, onto the recs!
Panic! at the Disco
Play it Dirty, Make a Mess by stephanometra & lyo (Brendon/Jon, NC-17)
Except that right now, this morning, he and Jon are in the middle of trying to slaughter each other at Halo, which tends to trump all other concerns.
The Best Thing Since Ducks by sekkritbandomlj (Brendon/his band, Bob/Brendon, Jon/Cassie, Ryan/Keltie, Spencer/Haley, PG-13)
Brendon really, really loves his band. They are seriously the most wonderful people he knows, and he loves them without reservation and all that shit.
untitled by imntsaying (Jon/Spencer, unrated)
Spencer’s condo smells mouth-watering, and Jon manages to pry himself off the couch for the first time in several hours.
Destined For Anything At All by torakowalski (Brendon/Shane, NC-17)
Brendon’s subdued when he gets home from Ryan’s. It’s not like he’s normally loud all the time or anything, but he’s never normally this still.
Five times Spencer refused to shave by airgiodslv (Brendon/Spencer, PG-13)
“Who took my aftershave?”
Ryan looks at Spencer blankly. He scratches his nose. He shrugs. “Dunno. Jon, maybe?”
No Fellow Could Ignore by emilyray (Ryan/Spencer, NC-17)
Spencer never admits it to anyone, but he totally cried when Ryan went to boarding school.
We Faced the Future Holding Hands by fiddleyoumust (Jon/Brendon, PG)
The thing is, Jon likes Brendon. Brendon is cute as a button and funny and silly, and after growing up with hardcore alcoholics and scene kids for friends, Brendon is a refreshing change of pace.
Smythmalion (i'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf) by devilputaside (Jon/Spencer, PG-13)
It starts when Brent starts missing rehearsals for no good reason and as it happens more and more frequently, well, Spencer would like to see someone try to blame him for needing stress relief.
the partial explanation by torturemysoul (Brendon/Spencer, NC-17)
Brendon has been staying over at Spencer's for the past few nights. He wakes up on a Saturday morning and realizes that he should probably go home at some point and make sure that Shane knows he's still alive, not dead in a ditch somewhere outside Summerlin.
hand on your arm by jezzabe (Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer, PG-13)
"Okay," the interviewer seems slightly flummoxed, and Brendon wonders if she'd prefer him to burst into sobs and complain about how hard his life is. So not going to happen. He's blind, not retarded.
My Chemical Romance
Torch by sociofemme (Gerard/Bob, PG)
The sculptor is there again. Gerard almost turns and leaves, except he is so, so behind, and if he misses another afternoon with this kind of light, he's pretty fucked. So.
and the static that glows by stereomer (Frank/Bob, NC-17)
Brian clicks the pen nib out and starts scribbling down information in messy capital letters. “You get hurt all the time, man, what the fuck. I’m pretty sure most of the doctors here know you by name.”
“I know,” is all Bob grunts.
If You Think You're Bulletproof, You're Right by mxtape (Frank/Gerard, unrated; futurefic/kidfic)
"Are we doing the right thing?" Gerard whispers, breath warm against Frank's jaw. His fingers are shaking slightly, tracing the rays inked into Frank's elbow, up and down and around in a star shape.
The Cab
Reality Won't Hurt Longer than it Should by riflethrough & miserylovedme (Marshall/Ian, (Gabe/Marshall, Cash/Marshall, Singer/Marshall, Johnson/Marshall), NC-17; genderswap)
"And I am now a girl," Marshall says slowly. He makes a face. "Well, kind of. Sort of. Physically, anyway. Whatever."
You Be The Alcohol, I'll Be The Hangover by flash_indie (Cash/Singer, NC-17)
Here’s the thing, the kicker or, y’know, whatever. Here’s the point. Cash Colligan is a massive douchebag.
Inter-band
catching all your ghosts by onneonlights (Pete/Ryan, PG)
Pete flies out to Vegas just to hear Panic play, but somewhere along the way it becomes all about Ryan Ross.
I'm Kind of a Record Nerd by runthegamut (Patrick/Mikey, Pete/Gerard, PG)
Patrick Stump doesn’t feel like a small business owner. He’s way too young for one, he thinks. Business owners are over forty and wear suits. He’s just twenty-four and comes to work in faded jeans and multicolored sneakers.
sit and wish i was -- by stereomer (Frank and Travis, PG)
Tonight, it’s taking place at a lot of townhouses that was abandoned about halfway through the building process once the weather just got too damn hot.
Triumvirate by stephanometra (Gabe/William/Travis, NC-17)
The thing about waiting is that it sucks.
Editor's Pick
And Once a Time by disarm_d (Brendon/Spencer, NC-17' castle AU)
"Three days is not a lot of time," Spencer says, doing his best not to panic.
Earl Mikey shrugs. "It's Pete. He said, 'I'm coming up; you should have a banquet for me; how about Tuesday?'"
And we don't normally rec works-in-progress or fics that are not posted in their entirities yet, but I feel this is a worthy exception, especially as it's nearly all posted now. I don't remember the last time I felt this emotionally involved in a fic, and it's our birthday, so. DOWN WITH OUR OWN INFORMAL RULES! \o/
But Not The Song by ignipes & emilyray (Brendon/Vicky-T, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Ryan, Spencer/Butcher, Ryan/Spencer, Brendon/Spencer, pre-Panic GSF, NC-17; slave AU)
Business at the slave market is slow.
It's been drizzling since dawn and there's a bitter wind across the plains, buffeting the lines of shivering slaves and slicing through Brendon's threadbare clothes. He tries to keep still, mindful of the way the slaves around him hiss and glare when he fidgets, but he aches all over from the cold, and his nose is running and his feet are freezing into the mud, and the merchant walking slowly along the lines is taking too fucking long.
♥ Thank you all once again. The recs suggestions post is over here.