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I... don't even know what happened here.
So I've changed the title of my journal to Tragically Easy, in honor of just having read 52,000 words of bandslash (Panic! at the Disco/My Chemical Romance/Fall Out Boy/other people whose names I didn't immediately recognize) underage hooker AU.
No, wait, come back! (I'm going to assume that every bandslasher who has me friended has already read this as many times as physically possible since it was posted, so I'm talking to all you non-band-slashers. Seriously! Come back!)
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arsenicjade's Wednesday Night Boys is something really, really, really special. I mean, for starters it's just brilliant, technically well-written and hot and good and all that.
But then it just--it just grabs hold of you and doesn't let go, and it is an absolute masterwork of hurt/comfort slash, it hits everything you read hurt/comfort slash for and just doesn't stop. I literally went into this story having a fuzzy mental image of one of the characters involved in a central pairing. I had to stop and consultmissmollyetc's wonderful picspam intro to Panic! at the Disco just to sort out the POV characters, and then did some further googling in an effort to keep the members of My Chemical Romance straight--but it really doesn't matter. The googling was just me being a compulsive researcher; the story would work as well if you had no idea what any of them looked like. You will fall in love with all of them just as they are on the screen, and they will proceed to rip your beating heart from your chest in the very best of ways.
Wednesday Night Boys is this absolutely beautiful thing, complete of itself, that I want to print out and carry around in my pocket (well, okay, in my messenger bag, it'd never fit in my pocket) and it made me flail and squee and die and live again. This, right here, this is everything I read slash for (so, er, maybe this just tells you more about my narrative kinks than it does about the story, but I swear, it's good, it's more than good). It breaks you and puts you back together, it never cheats, it only lies about important things. Wednesday Night Boys! Go! Read it!
...also, hi! I got home from Michigan at some point, and still have not slept nearly enough. But I'm home, I'm alive, and I'm tragically easy.
No, wait, come back! (I'm going to assume that every bandslasher who has me friended has already read this as many times as physically possible since it was posted, so I'm talking to all you non-band-slashers. Seriously! Come back!)
arsenicjade's Wednesday Night Boys is something really, really, really special. I mean, for starters it's just brilliant, technically well-written and hot and good and all that. But then it just--it just grabs hold of you and doesn't let go, and it is an absolute masterwork of hurt/comfort slash, it hits everything you read hurt/comfort slash for and just doesn't stop. I literally went into this story having a fuzzy mental image of one of the characters involved in a central pairing. I had to stop and consult
missmollyetc's wonderful picspam intro to Panic! at the Disco just to sort out the POV characters, and then did some further googling in an effort to keep the members of My Chemical Romance straight--but it really doesn't matter. The googling was just me being a compulsive researcher; the story would work as well if you had no idea what any of them looked like. You will fall in love with all of them just as they are on the screen, and they will proceed to rip your beating heart from your chest in the very best of ways. Wednesday Night Boys is this absolutely beautiful thing, complete of itself, that I want to print out and carry around in my pocket (well, okay, in my messenger bag, it'd never fit in my pocket) and it made me flail and squee and die and live again. This, right here, this is everything I read slash for (so, er, maybe this just tells you more about my narrative kinks than it does about the story, but I swear, it's good, it's more than good). It breaks you and puts you back together, it never cheats, it only lies about important things. Wednesday Night Boys! Go! Read it!
...also, hi! I got home from Michigan at some point, and still have not slept nearly enough. But I'm home, I'm alive, and I'm tragically easy.