Okay, so, I was asked to do some coverart for a podfic project of Myrna's stuff. And I'm on my third straight reread of Growing Up Kinney -- AKA, Blind Justin Is Blind -- to refresh my memory and suss out my attack plan. AND I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT THESE TWO BRILL SCENES. Oh, classic fic. ♥

"I said I didn't think you two would be messing around or I would have..."

"Why?" He sounded totally offended, like I'd just called him poor or ordinary or something.

"Why what?"

"Why the fuck didn't you think we'd be fucking around? What the hell else would we be doing?"

I shrugged at him. "How would I know? Anything?"

"Usually we just hold hands and make kissy faces at each other," Justin assured me from the pool. "And that only, like, once a week at most. Shit, your dad's usually in bed asleep by 9:30 anyway, so how could I even..."

"Shut the fuck up," my dad said. "I'm glaring at you, Asshole, and I look fuckin' menacing."

"Really?" Justin said, as if Dad had just passed on some interesting bit of trivia. "I probably look worried, like I'm afraid you might really, really be mad at me. You know how I hate that so very much."

( And one about Gus, which is only fair, since it's him telling the story, after all. )

Okay, off to watch Nuke!

I am looking for a fic were brian moved away and never met Justin and Justin got with Michael instead. --here

Somewhere fic!Justin is frantically doing this:

There's just no denying it when he does stuff like this for us. He thinks we're so gorgeous, he wants to kill kiss us, he wants to hug us...



Download--> sendspace | 12MB | .flv

( Watch the video! )

( See a candid pic! )

( Look at a few quickie caps! )

( Behold Brian and Justin singing the song! )

Thank you and goodnight! :X

Let's pretend I'm all caught up on everything for a couple more days, shall we? :P I swear, it will happen! Until then, I bring you music. Cos I love mah flist. ♥

All righty, so, last Valentine's Day we had the Ode to Brian Kinney's Cock by one Justin Taylor (now with reupped links, woot!). And this year, I thought, hey, time for Brian to return the favor with a little CD mix of his own. I bring you the companion piece, An Ode to Justin Taylor's Ass by the man who knows it best, Mr. Brian Kinney. ;)



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( You know 'Baby Got Back' is so the first song. )

I'm having one of those dropped a chocolate-covered raisin down between my boobs and am just now realizing that fact kinda nights. Um, melty. I freaked out at first cos HELLO SOMETHING SQUISHY BETWEEN MY BOOBS. And, really, without a naked guy around in the immediate vacinity, that's just plain hard to figure out quickly. But, yeah. Raisin!

Awesomesauce Pimp: amelialourdes's first Queer as Folk Nostalgia Post (Fan Fiction) is finally up, ya'll. I want to marry it and have its babies. In greatly detailed paragraphs with links to where we would live, complete with floorplan layouts and pictures of our honeymoon suite. True story, true story. YOU MUST GO LOOK OKAY.

So, hey, you may have noticed a little show called Lost was on last night. ( Spoilers for eps 501 & 502. )

And while we're talking about shows that hurt my brain. ( Let's talk BSG, shall we? )

Gus goes out to dinner with Justin and Justin is bashed again by some guys / Gus is mad at Brian because he's not with Justin anymore / Justin's father beats him up / Justin as a hustler / Justin has seziures / a murderer tracking down Justin / justin is in [jail] for drugs --all within two days at getithere

JUSTIN WHY SO UNLUCKY, BB.

Unfortunately, my ability to ever finish my huge-ass QaF nostalgia post is not. I think the sheer amount of info I want to put it in (all the memories!) is bogging me down and these last few months have basically been me opening the file and then, y'know, staring dumbly at it before wandering off to make icons. And rather than give up like a dork, I have this diabolical plan to just start posting little "remember when..?" posts at random whenever the mood strikes me. Diabolical, I say!

Mmm, yes. Just so happens I'm in the mood now. Fancy that! And I start with one of my Top 10 QaF Fics Evah:

"M'not good...for you," he panted. "Not good."

"You are good," I said, and he let out a shaky sob. I licked across his cheeks, under his nose, ate his tears and willed him to believe me. "Better than anyone." --Maps and Legends

AKA, the peyote chapter that I read obsessively. Though, really, every chapter in this masterpiece kills me in some way. Remember the "I HATE YOU" scene? I couldn't function properly after that for awhile, so perfect. Two of our best writers, hands down.

Read it here--> Maps and Legends by blaurosen & sparkledark

Oh, QaF. Oh, fandom. I heart you. \:D/

Tho, er, it mighta been a lot more complete last week when I first started writing up this post. Cos now I keep getting behinder and behinder, so better post this sucker, I say.


ALDFJASLJK. missbuf (con photographer) posted these gems in the comments of my last Randycon post, but they so deserve the space to shine front and center. CRAZY TONGUE AND CROSS-EYED, PPL. I mean, really, it's your own fault I fangirl you, Mr. H.

Also, that concert we heard Randy went to Friday night? Aimee Man. ♥

Also, also, some chick at the Sunday party kept calling him Justin. ALSDKFJAL. THAT IS PRICELESS, Y'ALL.

( Well, hello, wee vids o' Randycon. I think we need caps for the YouTube handicapped. And my own amusement aldfja. )

( Some new photos. AKA, Randy has another new shirt! )

( Gorgeous photos of our gorgeous boy. )

( Other con reports/photos/vids. )

( I FOUND RANDYCON PHOTOS OMFG. )

ETA: AND ANOTHER ONE. ( HAI, RANDY EAR! )

amelialourdes AND I MAY HAVE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT ON YM WAITING FOR PROOF THE ONE AND ONLY RANDYPANTS ACTUALLY WENT TO ZEE PARIS. AND SQUEEING IN ALLCAPS COS OMG ( HOW SO CUTE RANDY, HOW?! )