midsummer YAY!
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schmericaOkay, so I just finished my first quick readthrough of the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
midsummer_fic stories and, OMIGOSH, there is so much good stuff. I am very very pleased.
I haven't read everything yet -- there's a bunch of fandoms I don't even know -- but here are my recs so far:
Lures (Wilby Wonderful)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/5132.html
Sometimes Dan was a little shocked at how little he really knew about Duck. Most days, his old life – his wife, the suicide attempt – was another world, and he couldn't remember what it was like not to have Duck. Other days, Dan would stare at Duck and think, what the hell am I doing with this stranger?
The Evening and the Morning (Wilby Wonderful)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/276.html
uck, Dan thought, not for the first time, would have made a great cowboy if he'd only been born in the right century--not the movie-star kind, tipping his hat and kissing the cowgirls, but the real kind, with callused hands and a tanned face, who didn't say much because cattle don't give a man much practice in conversation. The kind who might be thoughtful in funny ways, like knowing where downwind was, and standing there to smoke.
Groupie (Hard Core Logo)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/2764.html
So what if he kisses Billy with more passion than he's ever had for any girl: goth, Jap, slut or virgin? It's all rock'n'roll, and they don't know the difference between Billy fingerfucking them in the van and Joe humping Billy's leg. It's all perverse to them, it's all dirty, and Billy seems to take it in that spirit, too, with his long-standing and committed Billy-position of "Yeah, whatever."
Scenes from the Tragical, Comical, Historical, Pastoral, Implausible Life of Geoffrey Tennant, Actor (Slings and Arrows)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/2541.html
Unless, like Mr. Geoffrey Tennant, late of the New Burbage Festival (founded 1953, New Burbage, Ontario), late of the Happy Knolls Sanitarium (December 1996 – July? Is it already July? 1997, Toronto), you're never at a loss for words no matter what your mental state. "'Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt,'" he orders his misbehaving dick, perfectly aware that in this context it makes absolutely no sense. Which seems oddly appropriate, as not much has made sense to Geoffrey recently.
Trajectory (Men with Brooms)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/1553.html
Cutter shrugs. "At least I don't have to ask my mom's permission before I leave the house at night."
"Yeah," Lennox says, "Well, at least my mom still knows if I'm even in the house or not."
There's a moment of silence. Lennox feels his neck heat up, and then his face. It's times like this that make him suspect there's something really wrong with him--like, maybe he's going to turn into a serial killer one day, develop a liking for really sharp knives and a taste for human flesh. "Sorry," he says to Cutter's chest.
Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School bybrooklinegirl (Twitch city)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/4207.html
She felt Curtis's hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Hope," he said. "A lot of girls find the idea of two men together very attractive. There's nothing to be ashamed about."
midsummer_fic stories and, OMIGOSH, there is so much good stuff. I am very very pleased.I haven't read everything yet -- there's a bunch of fandoms I don't even know -- but here are my recs so far:
Lures (Wilby Wonderful)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/5132.html
Sometimes Dan was a little shocked at how little he really knew about Duck. Most days, his old life – his wife, the suicide attempt – was another world, and he couldn't remember what it was like not to have Duck. Other days, Dan would stare at Duck and think, what the hell am I doing with this stranger?
The Evening and the Morning (Wilby Wonderful)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/276.html
uck, Dan thought, not for the first time, would have made a great cowboy if he'd only been born in the right century--not the movie-star kind, tipping his hat and kissing the cowgirls, but the real kind, with callused hands and a tanned face, who didn't say much because cattle don't give a man much practice in conversation. The kind who might be thoughtful in funny ways, like knowing where downwind was, and standing there to smoke.
Groupie (Hard Core Logo)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/2764.html
So what if he kisses Billy with more passion than he's ever had for any girl: goth, Jap, slut or virgin? It's all rock'n'roll, and they don't know the difference between Billy fingerfucking them in the van and Joe humping Billy's leg. It's all perverse to them, it's all dirty, and Billy seems to take it in that spirit, too, with his long-standing and committed Billy-position of "Yeah, whatever."
Scenes from the Tragical, Comical, Historical, Pastoral, Implausible Life of Geoffrey Tennant, Actor (Slings and Arrows)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/2541.html
Unless, like Mr. Geoffrey Tennant, late of the New Burbage Festival (founded 1953, New Burbage, Ontario), late of the Happy Knolls Sanitarium (December 1996 – July? Is it already July? 1997, Toronto), you're never at a loss for words no matter what your mental state. "'Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt,'" he orders his misbehaving dick, perfectly aware that in this context it makes absolutely no sense. Which seems oddly appropriate, as not much has made sense to Geoffrey recently.
Trajectory (Men with Brooms)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/1553.html
Cutter shrugs. "At least I don't have to ask my mom's permission before I leave the house at night."
"Yeah," Lennox says, "Well, at least my mom still knows if I'm even in the house or not."
There's a moment of silence. Lennox feels his neck heat up, and then his face. It's times like this that make him suspect there's something really wrong with him--like, maybe he's going to turn into a serial killer one day, develop a liking for really sharp knives and a taste for human flesh. "Sorry," he says to Cutter's chest.
Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School by
brooklinegirl (Twitch city)http://www.livejournal.com/users/midsummer_fic/4207.html
She felt Curtis's hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Hope," he said. "A lot of girls find the idea of two men together very attractive. There's nothing to be ashamed about."
