When Kris Allen hugs you, God invents a new breed of kitten (recs. IDOL. And bandom? What??)
I hate doing recs on Saturdays because everyone is off having fun and living lives and not bored at work or school so I think people never see them, but since I'm actually super freaking busy at work now, this is the only time I have to do them, and OMG I need to make recs or I feel like the awesomeness from this fandom will explode my brain.
+ LA's Gonna Eat You Alive: The Diary of Matt Giraud by fakeplasticsnow (adam/matt, anoop/megan) // OMFG you guys. Even if this wasn't written FOR ME OMG, I would still be completely obsessed and in love with it. Ever since JC's Diary, I have had a major thing for the Bridget Jones trope. Dear fakeplasticsnow knew this, and rewarded me for fucking around with one of her fics for a few weeks with this piece of total awesomeness. It's hilarious and adorable and someone, despite the total unreality of it all, she STILL manages to nail the characterizations so perfectly. Especially Anoop. ESPECIALLY MATTYG, AND WHY DON'T MORE PEOPLE WRITE HIM OMG??? You see? This fic has me capslocking like OotP Harry. It has me talking in internet acronyms like I've swapped brains with my mother. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
I hate Kris Allen.
I mean, he spells his name with a K. What the hell kind of retarded twinkie trend is that? Maybe I should call myself Zmatt Giraud and tell people the Z is silent, it's French. I could even put an apostrophe, so it's edgy. Z'matt Giraud. Or Giraude with an E for added stylishness.
So today, Hi-Def Records' latest hitmaker Kris Allen walked into the office with his stupid angelic face and perfect sculpted body and unbuttoned-to-AWKWARD plaid shirt (plaid, what the fuck, who wears plaid in the real world), and every time he smiled, a choir of angels sang. Fucker.
+ Just Like That River I've Been Running by miss_begonia (adam/brendon urie) // UGH OMG. I am so inarticulate today because I just want to keep saying, "I LOVE THIS FIC GO READ IT" but I feel like I owe you guys some actual, like, commentary, so I will attempt. Those of you who know me know that bandom and I do not get on like gangstas (gangbusters?) or whatever. But lately, people have been writing Adam/Brendon, and I think... you guys, I think I'm starting to really like Brendon Urie! All I know about him is that he has magical acid jizz capable of eating through coffee tables and I hate his voice. But in fic, he's kind of awesome and adorable? He brought back the exclamation point, which was the only thing I like about Panic! At the Disco in the first place. (Well, and the ease with which you can mock their name with parodies: Panic! In the Crisco, Tranny! At the Disco) So yes, this fic? Made me love Brendon Urie with my whole heart. Having only recently accepted that a) Nsync is never reuniting and b) JC is done with music, maybe I am just at the point now where I can really connect to what Brendon's going through.
Because really, what this fic is about is Brendon mourning the death of his band as he knows it, and trying to create something new from the ashes. And how Adam helps him with that, because Adam is Adam and also has magical jizz, but his is glitter rather than acid. Just go read it. I really love this story.
“I think this time it should be different,” Brendon says.
He means the album, the music, the process. Different, because they are different - because they’ve all changed.
Ryan gives him a long, unreadable look.
“But what if nobody likes different?” Ryan asks.
Brendon opens his mouth to say something, then closes it. What is there to say?
They sit together for a good hour without talking until Spencer comes back to reclaim his seat. Brendon pretends to read Ryan’s copy of some British music magazine he purchased at the London airport, but mostly he sulks and bites his fingernails and thinks, We didn’t used to keep secrets and I think you used to be my friend.
+ Turn a No into a Yes in Ten Tour Dates (Matt Giraud Shows You How!) by fakeplasticsnow (matt/adam) // Are you feeling my Tims, my baggy jeans, my thug appeal my theme? Basically, this fic is about MattyG trying to blow Adam, and being denied. AND IT IS AWESOME AND HILARIOUS. Her Matt wins at life SO FREAKING HARD.
+ In My Pocket by eleanor_lavish (kris/adam, dcoooook) // Um basically, this fic wins at life. THIS is what I was trying to write when I accidentally wrote the one about DCook's displacement issues over his brother's death. OOPS. But hey, y'all get this piece of amazing instead. DCook has a plan, Katy has a List (you know the kind), and Kris and Adam are mere pawns on the Cookaty chessboard of lurve.
"Apparently he's heteroflexible," Kris says, mimicking Adam's inflection, and she giggles.
"That's Adam speak for 'easy' isn't it," she says.
"Pretty much," Kris nods. She trails her fingers down his chest.
"Hey, if you ever want to sleep with David Cook, that's fine," she says, her voice low and flirty. "You just better send me pictures."
Kris laughs and rolls her over on the mattress, pinning her wrists to the bed. "We're adding him to the list now?" he asks, and Katy tilts her head thoughtfully. Kris takes the opportunity to lean down and kiss her neck, lets his teeth scrape over her clavicle.
"The list needs updating anyway," she gasps.
+ Sick Cycle Carousel by fakeplasticsnow (kris/adam) // LOOK, she keeps writing awesome fic. And also I've been busy, so I've only gotten to read the fic written FOR MEEEEEE and hence, yes. But this fic. It is very special to me. I got to help, and that was so awesome. I know how wendy and madame_d feel now when they tell me how I need to make my fic better, faster, strong, THE KING OF SPAIN!, because that's how I felt seeing FPS's whole process and the transformation of this fic into what it is. It was a good fic when it started, but I think it's an amazing fic in its final version. Her Kris is wonderfully complicated and conflicted; her Adam is vivid and heartbreaking and lovely; and as always, her side characters completely steal the show with their awesome.
He began with, "There's something wrong with me," and there was something wrong with him because the second Katy left the restaurant, Kris borrowed a pen from the waiter so he could sign the divorce papers. The only thing that stopped him from going through with it was the thought that his lawyer might rip him a new one for being so impulsive. It was a dick move and Kris knew it, and he should've taken time to at least think it over, because: seven years. And as the cherry on top of that douchebag sundae, he got a handjob from Adam in the middle of the concert.
"But not while I was performing, right?"
"Probably while you were performing."
"Oh, gross," Matt said, wrinkling his nose.
"I'm, like, totally classy."
"With a capital K, babe."
And that's all for recs for now. I plan to spend most of this weekend catching up on fic (so many fics in my "to be read" file on delicious, EEEP, but also YAY!!) and I owe some people some betas.
Also, does anyone know when we're supposed to hear about our auction stuff? I'm pretty sure I know what the people who won me want, but I need specifics! It was so lovely to see how much 'The Rescue Blues' means to people. I want to write something really amazing for those people, something even better than the original. I hope I can do it. Eeeeep.
And now, I need to go shopping. Please remember: if you read a fic, LEAVE THEM FEEDBACK!!! All of these fics are so amazing, and the authors deserve to know it. Also so they will become addicted to the love and attention and write more. *beams*
+ LA's Gonna Eat You Alive: The Diary of Matt Giraud by fakeplasticsnow (adam/matt, anoop/megan) // OMFG you guys. Even if this wasn't written FOR ME OMG, I would still be completely obsessed and in love with it. Ever since JC's Diary, I have had a major thing for the Bridget Jones trope. Dear fakeplasticsnow knew this, and rewarded me for fucking around with one of her fics for a few weeks with this piece of total awesomeness. It's hilarious and adorable and someone, despite the total unreality of it all, she STILL manages to nail the characterizations so perfectly. Especially Anoop. ESPECIALLY MATTYG, AND WHY DON'T MORE PEOPLE WRITE HIM OMG??? You see? This fic has me capslocking like OotP Harry. It has me talking in internet acronyms like I've swapped brains with my mother. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
I hate Kris Allen.
I mean, he spells his name with a K. What the hell kind of retarded twinkie trend is that? Maybe I should call myself Zmatt Giraud and tell people the Z is silent, it's French. I could even put an apostrophe, so it's edgy. Z'matt Giraud. Or Giraude with an E for added stylishness.
So today, Hi-Def Records' latest hitmaker Kris Allen walked into the office with his stupid angelic face and perfect sculpted body and unbuttoned-to-AWKWARD plaid shirt (plaid, what the fuck, who wears plaid in the real world), and every time he smiled, a choir of angels sang. Fucker.
+ Just Like That River I've Been Running by miss_begonia (adam/brendon urie) // UGH OMG. I am so inarticulate today because I just want to keep saying, "I LOVE THIS FIC GO READ IT" but I feel like I owe you guys some actual, like, commentary, so I will attempt. Those of you who know me know that bandom and I do not get on like gangstas (gangbusters?) or whatever. But lately, people have been writing Adam/Brendon, and I think... you guys, I think I'm starting to really like Brendon Urie! All I know about him is that he has magical acid jizz capable of eating through coffee tables and I hate his voice. But in fic, he's kind of awesome and adorable? He brought back the exclamation point, which was the only thing I like about Panic! At the Disco in the first place. (Well, and the ease with which you can mock their name with parodies: Panic! In the Crisco, Tranny! At the Disco) So yes, this fic? Made me love Brendon Urie with my whole heart. Having only recently accepted that a) Nsync is never reuniting and b) JC is done with music, maybe I am just at the point now where I can really connect to what Brendon's going through.
Because really, what this fic is about is Brendon mourning the death of his band as he knows it, and trying to create something new from the ashes. And how Adam helps him with that, because Adam is Adam and also has magical jizz, but his is glitter rather than acid. Just go read it. I really love this story.
“I think this time it should be different,” Brendon says.
He means the album, the music, the process. Different, because they are different - because they’ve all changed.
Ryan gives him a long, unreadable look.
“But what if nobody likes different?” Ryan asks.
Brendon opens his mouth to say something, then closes it. What is there to say?
They sit together for a good hour without talking until Spencer comes back to reclaim his seat. Brendon pretends to read Ryan’s copy of some British music magazine he purchased at the London airport, but mostly he sulks and bites his fingernails and thinks, We didn’t used to keep secrets and I think you used to be my friend.
+ Turn a No into a Yes in Ten Tour Dates (Matt Giraud Shows You How!) by fakeplasticsnow (matt/adam) // Are you feeling my Tims, my baggy jeans, my thug appeal my theme? Basically, this fic is about MattyG trying to blow Adam, and being denied. AND IT IS AWESOME AND HILARIOUS. Her Matt wins at life SO FREAKING HARD.
+ In My Pocket by eleanor_lavish (kris/adam, dcoooook) // Um basically, this fic wins at life. THIS is what I was trying to write when I accidentally wrote the one about DCook's displacement issues over his brother's death. OOPS. But hey, y'all get this piece of amazing instead. DCook has a plan, Katy has a List (you know the kind), and Kris and Adam are mere pawns on the Cookaty chessboard of lurve.
"Apparently he's heteroflexible," Kris says, mimicking Adam's inflection, and she giggles.
"That's Adam speak for 'easy' isn't it," she says.
"Pretty much," Kris nods. She trails her fingers down his chest.
"Hey, if you ever want to sleep with David Cook, that's fine," she says, her voice low and flirty. "You just better send me pictures."
Kris laughs and rolls her over on the mattress, pinning her wrists to the bed. "We're adding him to the list now?" he asks, and Katy tilts her head thoughtfully. Kris takes the opportunity to lean down and kiss her neck, lets his teeth scrape over her clavicle.
"The list needs updating anyway," she gasps.
+ Sick Cycle Carousel by fakeplasticsnow (kris/adam) // LOOK, she keeps writing awesome fic. And also I've been busy, so I've only gotten to read the fic written FOR MEEEEEE and hence, yes. But this fic. It is very special to me. I got to help, and that was so awesome. I know how wendy and madame_d feel now when they tell me how I need to make my fic better, faster, strong, THE KING OF SPAIN!, because that's how I felt seeing FPS's whole process and the transformation of this fic into what it is. It was a good fic when it started, but I think it's an amazing fic in its final version. Her Kris is wonderfully complicated and conflicted; her Adam is vivid and heartbreaking and lovely; and as always, her side characters completely steal the show with their awesome.
He began with, "There's something wrong with me," and there was something wrong with him because the second Katy left the restaurant, Kris borrowed a pen from the waiter so he could sign the divorce papers. The only thing that stopped him from going through with it was the thought that his lawyer might rip him a new one for being so impulsive. It was a dick move and Kris knew it, and he should've taken time to at least think it over, because: seven years. And as the cherry on top of that douchebag sundae, he got a handjob from Adam in the middle of the concert.
"But not while I was performing, right?"
"Probably while you were performing."
"Oh, gross," Matt said, wrinkling his nose.
"I'm, like, totally classy."
"With a capital K, babe."
And that's all for recs for now. I plan to spend most of this weekend catching up on fic (so many fics in my "to be read" file on delicious, EEEP, but also YAY!!) and I owe some people some betas.
Also, does anyone know when we're supposed to hear about our auction stuff? I'm pretty sure I know what the people who won me want, but I need specifics! It was so lovely to see how much 'The Rescue Blues' means to people. I want to write something really amazing for those people, something even better than the original. I hope I can do it. Eeeeep.
And now, I need to go shopping. Please remember: if you read a fic, LEAVE THEM FEEDBACK!!! All of these fics are so amazing, and the authors deserve to know it. Also so they will become addicted to the love and attention and write more. *beams*