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He doesn't see a performance, he sees a secret, laid open to the world Ooooh, that says it all.
Brendon catches his eye on the climatic falsetto, smiling like it's Christmas, and Ryan looks at him as if Brendon's all that exists.
Just, these boys. Fuck. Idek.
OHMYGOD. Ok. Twitter war of deep quotes? For the motherfucking win. We need this irl. Like, NAO.
thespencersmith gather the rose of love whilst yet is time, dickface. ROFLMFAO
Fucking French again. Brendon runs the phrase through Google. It brings back 1,539 pages somehow related to cannibalism. Brendon doesn't even want to know. Just... how so much win, Colin?
thisisryanross @gabesaporta you don't get to quote your imaginary pet snake and call it a literary quote. I LOVE THESE BOYS SO MUCH.
When Ryan finally laughs, it feels like it's been forever. It feels like warm tea with honey and cuddling with Jon's cats and stepping into the McCarran terminal at the end of tour.
I want everything in this sentence, and more.
"Ross, your dick is bigger than everyone's." Oh yes. Ryan has the biggest clock cock in the band. :)
The rain drops keep forming their rivers and streams, finding new ways across the glass and joining up with each other to gain more speed. I adore descriptions of rain. So so beautiful. This was one of the best ever. I adore how you linked the movements of the raindrops to the movement of their bodies. Just like this:
And if he's starting to feel like he's falling, it's because the raindrops are where he can still see them on the back of his eyelids.
Ok... this next bit? Everything I have always thought and never been able to put into words. So you win the universe for this: And then there is something else: the feeling of them. Not them in love or them in bed, but the deeper, solid them that got Brendon through not knowing if the band would ever make it and through living alone when he was far too young; through crowded buses and stage fright and being so homesick he'd thought it would kill him before the end of the first tour. The them that is everything. That Ryan is so afraid to lose and that Brendon didn't fully understand couldn't be lost until he saw it, just now.
Just, perfection. Utter perfection.
He's in the music room before he notices that was where he was heading, fingers flying over the piano, looking for a story in the chaos of notes and beats. He doesn't find it, so he looks again, trying out new scales, new chord progressions. The right music is there, somewhere, if he just keeps looking. I just adore how Brendon plays piano to deal. You just know he does this irl too. So so in character and I just adore it. One of the greatest things about this fic - I think - is how completely perfect you've got their characters. it feels so canon and so real and that's half of what makes ti just so unbelievable; your characterisation.
Their second album lied. The piano doesn't know shit. LOVE THAT LINE SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I actually laughed for about a minute after reading that. So thanks. XD
He feels like Jasmine trapped in the hourglass, only there's no one to rescue him, not when his enemies are all in his head. Another nggggghhhhh moment. <3333
They'll eat their last supper under their last sunset ICU biblical reference... at least I think ICU. This is bden after all. ;)
it'd be too easy to use it to his advantage, to take them back to the living room sofa and break Ryan down, burning breaths and almost-contact pushing them to the edge, but he doesn't<. Ryan trusted him enough to let him in this far, and the least Brendon can do is play by the rules, for once./i> jsyk, I am kinda losing hope at this point. Let it be known that if this doesn't end happily I will be forced to fly to Atlanta and... torture you in a very very painful way until you re-write it. Just a warning. :D
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Date: 2009-04-30 05:08 pm (UTC)He doesn't see a performance, he sees a secret, laid open to the world
Ooooh, that says it all.
Brendon catches his eye on the climatic falsetto, smiling like it's Christmas, and Ryan looks at him as if Brendon's all that exists.
Just, these boys. Fuck. Idek.
OHMYGOD. Ok. Twitter war of deep quotes? For the motherfucking win. We need this irl. Like, NAO.
thespencersmith gather the rose of love whilst yet is time, dickface.
ROFLMFAO
Fucking French again. Brendon runs the phrase through Google. It brings back 1,539 pages somehow related to cannibalism. Brendon doesn't even want to know.
Just... how so much win, Colin?
thisisryanross @gabesaporta you don't get to quote your imaginary pet snake and call it a literary quote.
I LOVE THESE BOYS SO MUCH.
When Ryan finally laughs, it feels like it's been forever. It feels like warm tea with honey and cuddling with Jon's cats and stepping into the McCarran terminal at the end of tour.
I want everything in this sentence, and more.
"Ross, your dick is bigger than everyone's."
Oh yes. Ryan has the biggest
clockcock in the band. :)The rain drops keep forming their rivers and streams, finding new ways across the glass and joining up with each other to gain more speed.
I adore descriptions of rain. So so beautiful. This was one of the best ever. I adore how you linked the movements of the raindrops to the movement of their bodies.
Just like this:
And if he's starting to feel like he's falling, it's because the raindrops are where he can still see them on the back of his eyelids.
Ok... this next bit? Everything I have always thought and never been able to put into words. So you win the universe for this:
And then there is something else: the feeling of them. Not them in love or them in bed, but the deeper, solid them that got Brendon through not knowing if the band would ever make it and through living alone when he was far too young; through crowded buses and stage fright and being so homesick he'd thought it would kill him before the end of the first tour.
The them that is everything. That Ryan is so afraid to lose and that Brendon didn't fully understand couldn't be lost until he saw it, just now.
Just, perfection. Utter perfection.
He's in the music room before he notices that was where he was heading, fingers flying over the piano, looking for a story in the chaos of notes and beats. He doesn't find it, so he looks again, trying out new scales, new chord progressions. The right music is there, somewhere, if he just keeps looking.
I just adore how Brendon plays piano to deal. You just know he does this irl too. So so in character and I just adore it. One of the greatest things about this fic - I think - is how completely perfect you've got their characters. it feels so canon and so real and that's half of what makes ti just so unbelievable; your characterisation.
Their second album lied. The piano doesn't know shit.
LOVE THAT LINE SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I actually laughed for about a minute after reading that. So thanks. XD
He feels like Jasmine trapped in the hourglass, only there's no one to rescue him, not when his enemies are all in his head.
Another nggggghhhhh moment. <3333
They'll eat their last supper under their last sunset
ICU biblical reference... at least I think ICU. This is bden after all. ;)
it'd be too easy to use it to his advantage, to take them back to the living room sofa and break Ryan down, burning breaths and almost-contact pushing them to the edge, but he doesn't<. Ryan trusted him enough to let him in this far, and the least Brendon can do is play by the rules, for once./i>
jsyk, I am kinda losing hope at this point. Let it be known that if this doesn't end happily I will be forced to fly to Atlanta and... torture you in a very very painful way until you re-write it. Just a warning. :D