When All The World Has Faded

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Adam Lambert is such a legitimate joy. It sounds cheesy but it's completely true: this boy brings me happiness. Photoshoots are a great example of this. I continue to be thrilled and enthralled by the way he's genderfucking photoshoot conventions. Case in point, the most recent EW shoot:

  

I appreciate you, Adam. I appreciate the fact that this photoshoot has you, legs spread, straddling a motorcycle shot from above so as to become an enormous, steel penis. I appreciate that it isn't even subtle. The thing I keep thinking about this photoshoot is, if Adam were a woman, these shots would be so blatantly sexual so as to be beyond the pale of what could get put into a magazine like EW -- he gets away with this only because he is a male, and gay or straight, we aren't used to making men objects of desire in quite this way. It's wanton and submissive and my God I enjoy you, Adam Lambert.

I also want to take a moment just to appreciate that boy's legs, because damn. Right now I want all the fic in the world about Adam's legs wrapped around other boys' hips.

There are a lot of things I need to be doing right now, and a lot of them involve writing. Instead, I've been enjoying the writing that others are doing. Here -- here is a fic rec. I am, about 90% of the time, not at all an AU type of girl. That other 10% is reserved for the stories that stay with me, in some way. This story stayed with me.

Bygone by gypsy_scribbles

AU, based on "The Ghost and Mrs. Miur." No, wait, come back here. In which Kris is a struggling songwriter and Adam was a 1930s cult actor who didn't have enough time. I read this story last night and couldn't stop thinking about it today. I can't quite pin down what it was about this story that got to me like it did. It's beautifully written, for one, wistful and melancholy. Adam is such a force, in this story: it's impossible not to feel him like Kris does, to hurt and fall in love with him. This --

It was perhaps for that reason, Kris would think later, because of the desire, the sheer longing in Kris’s eyes, that Adam stopped to linger at an abrupt curve in the road. A short guard rail separated the pavement from a steep drop down the rocky cliff and into the gray ocean below.

Kris sucked in a hurt breath. “Adam,” he whispered. “Adam, is this where…”

“Where I died? Yeah.” There was little expression on his face but he was watching Kris, studying him with an amalgam of emotions in his suddenly tired eyes.

Kris bit down on his lower lip, manipulating it carefully between his teeth. “Do you…remember dying?”

“I think so. Parts of it, anyway.” Adam shrugged, face passive. “I remember driving home from a party some friends had thrown. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t thinking clearly either. I was upset, not being as careful as I should have been. My ex had been a real shit that night, flirting with every guy there in front of me. And the day before I had been turned down for a film role I really wanted, that I was born to play, because the director didn’t want to work with a fag. So I was kind of a mess. The roads were slick, freezing rain and fog, and I missed a curve.” Adam’s throat worked softly, and he gazed at something past Kris’s face. “I remember parts of what came next too, but there’s no sense talking about that.”

“Oh,” Kris whispered, his voice ragged. “God, how awful.”

“I don’t really remember the actual dying part,” Adam continued, gaze fixed on the rocks and water below, gray and emotionless. “And what came next is a bit of a blur.” He forced a sudden, thin smile. “It was a long time ago, Kris. I’ve been dead a really long time.”

I think is the part where I went, oh, and just...yeah. I am just such a sucker for a bittersweet story, and this is a beautiful, rich place for a good wallow.

*happy sigh* I like this fandom. It just keeps on giving.

Linzee

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Pete Wentz, why am I still so in love with your face? Why are you kicking it old school with ten stitches to said face? Why is that so endearing? Why is Gabe lovingly wiping the blood from his face and the nurse thinking they were a couple more adorable yet? ♥

I am particularly fond of his face in conjunction with another silly face I love a lot. I love all Pete + Brendon hang outs, particularly when Brendon looks so good.

AND LOOK, RYAN'S TARTAN TIE CO-ORDINATES WITH Z'S TARTAN DRESS. They are a matched set! I mean that quite literally. And he wants to know if she wants biscuit-scented perfume for Christmas.

On the home front, I'm sporting a mean little bruise on the edge of my chin. I gave it to myself this morning; the alarm on my iPod touch went off, I flailed around for it and somehow - I was 90% per cent asleep, so I do not recall - I hit myself really, really hard in the face with the side of it, and took the blow on the chin. It hurt hugely (I remember that much), but then I went back to sleep for another half-hour, somehow ignoring alarm and the pain in the face.

I'm also thinking of getting a tattoo on the back of my hand. It will read 'DO NOT DO MANY HOURS OF CHRISTMAS SHOPPING IN HEELS, THAT IS A STUPID AND PAINFUL IDEA', because, tragically, I absolutely need the reminder. How do I do this almost every year? I keep forgetting that Christmas shopping is marathon shopping, fail to shoe myself appropriately, and become a whimpering, hobbling mess after three or four hours. I still have shopping and baking left to do tomorrow, after all of that exertion and hideous maiming. ;_;

I love that December means I can make gingerbread as often as I like and claim holiday spirit, rather than insatiable gingerbread lust.

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stolen from epictimesthree

I dub it: Merlin's lie is atrocious and Arthur is too tired to do more than fall over backwards laughing his pretty little head off. Merlin doesn't understand.

Proof is a fun thing to have...

*flees*

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Snowpocalypse 2009 has begun, along with my vacation. 16 days off before I go back to work -- the past two weeks were crazy but I have earned my vacation. Last night I was really dreading being snowed in, i don't know why. I still have xmas shopping and other errands to run but wasn't planning to really go shopping till Monday anyway. But today I'm not minding so much. I didn't set my alarm this morning and slept in as long as I wanted, and then lay around watching the snow and reading. Now I'm on the couch with my Christmas tree lit up, watching Cabaret and drinking hot chocolate and watching the snow. At some point I should finish my yuletide story, but I'm not even stressed about that. Yay vacation.

Click Here: Dec. 7th - Dec. 17th

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Oh man, this story is abominably late, because I have been hit with about every plague of hardware malfunction and data loss that has ever been in the past fortnight. My face is covered with shame, but IT IS FINISHED.


this paint-by-numbers life
Summary: You get where you're meant to be. Brendon/Spencer, R. ~11,800 words, AU. Lies lies lies, etc. Thank you to disarm_d and scoradh for their betas.

For the lovely elucreh in drawn_to; Merry Christmas! ♥

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