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!

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. )

LIKE BRIAN WITH JUSTIN'S COCK IN HIS ASS, I FEEL THE LOVE, FANDOM, I FEEL THE LOVE. It took TWO POSTS this year for all the messages. 821 Valentine's Day messages for 269 different people. Oh, fandom. Even our V-Day messages end up in 69. ♥

And, omg, darling youbetterwiseup, candy hearts! I love, I love! And really want to lick-nibble you and the screen alkdfa. And Anonymous with a gorgeous rose! That's you, Gale, isn't it? I knew you didn't really mean that restraining order. :X

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

Oh, flist, I love you muchly. So, I'm sending you a little something. This is five years of Justin teaching Brian how to say "I love you".

1. Go here!

2.

3. Read my super sekrit personalized message: "I LOVE YOU, FLIST!"

Um. Yeah, sorry about the whole self-serve aspect here adkfllkj. I tried sending it to myself so I'd have the direct link for y'all, but Hallmark keeps timing out on me. You'd think it was a busy day for them or something aldfj.

Oh! I had a couple ask and last year's Queer As Valentine's Day icons are here. ;)

Forget the chocolates with the carbs and the pink-hearted cards and flowers that make your boyfriend sneer and shake his head in pity for the suckers of the world. Because one Justin Taylor made Brian a Valentine's Day gift they both can whole-heartedly support--it's all about Brian's cock. ;)



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( he really is large. he's gonna poke someone's eye out one day. )

♥ HAPPY BRIAN KINNEY COCK DAY, FLIST! ♥

Almost forgot to post this here aldfja. My contribution as a guest star over at lizathon last weekend during Blogathon. ♥



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( now get your platform shoes on and let's boogie! )

I'd say today could suck the ass of your choosing, but giving it ass seems more like a reward. Today doesn't deserve ass suckage, as it is good and hot and makes pretty gay boys' toes curl. Grrr, today. No ass for you!

So, I curled up with some Nutella and read all the cancer fic I have bookmarked to feel better. Oh, yeah, I said it! I read angsty S4 cancer fic to feel better!

Yes, I am a freak alfdasj.

But the h/c! I am its bitch, we all know this. Plus, it's been proven - resisting the total BFFness of Brian and Ted is against the laws of the universe. I suspect lightening will strike your tender parts if you try. I even like Michael, bad advice and bean spilling and all, and when he loses it on the floor with Brian, it's just such an honest, heart-rending reaction, I tear up every. single. time. And chicken soup and chest kisses and scars and nightmares and post-op sex! 'Nough said. *sniff*

And then, while I licked my fingers clean of hazelnutty goodness for the hundredth time, I decided putting all the links in a single post would be handier than my 23124468149761 messy bookmarks and, hey, everyone could share in the cancer fic luv with me. ♥

Get your own Nutella though. Ree don't share, yo.

( RIP, Lefty )

And then I ran out of fic. Woe. WOE, I SAY. Got any I missed? *flirts*

Brian Kinney does not listen to bubblegum rock. He especially does not have a secret hard-on for Britney Spears songs. Never has he hummed along to "I'm a Slave 4 U" while in the grocery store, nor practiced his choreographed dance moves to the "Oops! ...I Did It Again" video when alone and drunk.

Thus, it's common knowledge to, well, everyone, that he would never burn himself a 95%-Britney workout mix CD for the treadmill. And, for fuck's sake, whatever he did, those songs would never, ever be compiled and burned in an order that reminded Mr. Kinney of himself and one Mr. Taylor.

Because Mr. Kinney does not listen to bubblegum rock.

EXCEPT WHEN HE TOTALLY DOES. YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE. WE SEE THAT BRITNEY'S GREATEST HITS CD CASE STICKING OUT FROM UNDER THE COUCH, BRIAN.

Dedicated to my cabbers. It may be months late, but it's still all your fault, BFF.



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( the non-existant songs brian will go to his grave denying he owns )

"Gale projects great intelligence and compassion, and most importantly the ability to embody the great conflict that resides inside of this man - a woman's life literally rests in his hands on this day."

It's so nice to see Gale being appreciated. ♥

And did I mention they spelled his name right? *score*

( the whole article )

Also, the Happy Feet movie ads are killing me with the B/Jness. Nevermind that the title alone reminds me of Brian's depressing-yet-strikingly-hot Dance of a 1000 Scarves 1 Scarf. This is one of the commercials:

Happy Penguin squishes Grumpy Penguin into a hug.

Brian Grumpy Penguin: Stop it.
Justin Happy Penguin: No, you like it.
Justin Happy Penguin: *keeps squishing*
Brian Grumpy Penguin: *sighs*

Good god.

You know what would be smokin' hot?

Oh, I'm gonna tell ya.

( Imagine you are Brian Kinney. )

Guh. Guh! Holy hotness and beautiful angst, Rage!

This scenario is what the wife puts into my head right before sending me to bed adlkjaskd. Followed by my spazzing out at her brilliance. Cos, oh, man. Man! This could so work perfectly. Can you tell we were squeeing over the S4 premiere of Nip/Tuck? Hee.

Someone please write this for Gio and I, omg. Or something close to it, even! Please. Am begging here. Begging. Seriously, no shame on our parts. Pure begging.

*puppy eyes*