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ullakko: Yavanna
REC: I love the way this work manages to convey the sheer force and vitality I've always associated with Yavanna. And also how perfectly it illustrates this quotation from The Silmarillion: "Some there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with the Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the barren earth, and it grew green with corn; but the roots of the tree were in the waters of Ulmo, and the winds of Manwë spoke in its leaves." (2016-05-03)
INFO: Coloured art of Yavanna
(also at http://ullathynell.tumblr.com/post/65231080716/yavanna-kement%C3%A1ri-2012 )
artist:ullakko  fandom:Tolkien  art:technique:pens  art:technique:inks  art:technique:digital.art  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2016-05  beings:valar 
september 2016 by turlough
VrisKCa244: S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
REC: Very cool work. I love his pose and the strong linework. (2014-05-11) I love the immediate feeling of this work. The swift, sketchy lines and the way they capture Party Poison in a rare moment of relaxation. (2014-10-22)
INFO: Coloured art of Gerard. AU.
artist:vriskca244  fandom:Bandom  art:technique:digital.art  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2014-05  !!FAVOURITE.ART  universe:Danger.Days 
may 2014 by turlough
Umanimo: Abstract Kandinsky TARDIS
REC: This is such a cool and clever work. It's completely abstract but there isn't the least doubt of which Doctor it celebrates. The Sixth Doctor's outfit was totally made to figure in Kandinsky-esque art. So happymaking! (2014-03-15)
INFO: Coloured art of the Sixth Doctor and the TARDIS.
artist:umanimo  fandom:Doctor.Who  art:technique:acrylics  art:technique:digital.art  doctor:6th  things:Tardis  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2014-03 
april 2014 by turlough
Elentari-Liv: Revenge Era Gerard Plush
REC: Very cute. I like the attention to detail, like the red eye makeup and the bat belt. (2013-12-01)
INFO: Fabric doll of Gerard.
artist:elentari-liv  fandom:Bandom  art:technique:mixed.textile  art:content:plushie  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2013-12 
december 2013 by turlough
XBlackFerretX: LIFE ON THE MURDERSCENE: Frank's Fear! Everywhere!
REC: Very influenced by Gerard's Three Cheers art, but the artist has a strength and surety in the lines that makes it their own. (2013-02-17)
INFO: Coloured art of Frank and Gerard.
artist:xblackferretx  fandom:Bandom  art:technique:pens  art:content:comic  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2013-02 
february 2013 by turlough
nezumi-zumi: Mikey Fuckin Way
REC: This artist does some really nice, colourful stuff. Sometimes the characters look a bit too cutesy for me but the fun colouring and general quirkiness of many of the works more than makes up for it. (2012-05-20)
INFO: Coloured art of Mikey.
(also at http://nezumi-zumi.tumblr.com/post/55388047255 )
artist:nezumi-zumi  fandom:Bandom  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-05  art:technique:digital.art 
may 2012 by turlough
shinetheway: An Open Letter to Fandom
REC: Frank and Gerard fuck without lube. So, so hot. (2012-04-22)
QUOTE: He stops at the absolute deepest point, the flat of his pelvis crammed up against Gerard's ass, and just shifting in place is the most mindblowing thing he can imagine. He's rocking back and forth, breathing through his teeth, each rock in and out not moving him more than a bare fraction of an inch but there's no slide and no give and it's all nothing but clinging damp heat. Both Frank and Gerard are going out of their minds because it's just so MUCH, there's no room for movement and nothing to ease the way, they're pinned, trapped, every breath causes the slightest shift which is magnified a thousand times on scraped-bare nerves. (644 words)
author:shinetheway  fandom:Bandom  relationship:established  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-04  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
april 2012 by turlough
theopteryx: Fog, Sheets, and Thunder
REC: The post-apocalyptic one where Gerard still remembers words and Frank is a mail carrier. This is a beautiful and fantastic and completely heartbreaking story. It's a stark and terrible and gritty world, but there is also hope and the possibility of things getting better. Absolutely wonderful! (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: The first time they'd met, Gerard thought that he was dying, that Frank had killed him, had done something to him to make his heart drop in his chest.
Frank had blown in through the east door without following protocol and almost killed them all, actually, with the storm on his heels blowing sticky ash down a hundred yards into the tunnel. The others had rushed to shut the door closed behind him, but Gerard had gotten the brunt of it, had almost choked on the burn in his throat.
When he could finally see again all he could see was Frank - off his bike and standing so close they almost collided, and Frank's goggles were pushed up into his scraggly hair, leaving a clean, oval shadow around his eyes. His eyelashes were frozen, brittle thin, the rims of his eyes a raw new pink, but they were so close Gerard didn't have anywhere else to look.
Frank shoved at Gerard's coat to push a freezing hand against his chest, another on his back, feeling as Gerard unwittingly coughed against the pressure.
"You're fine," Frank said, dropping the contact, and immediately pulled the plastic bag of letters out of Gerard's arms. "This it?"
"Yeah," Jimmy said, from over Gerard's shoulder when Gerard didn't answer through the coughs. "Claret's fueled you up, you staying?"
"Nah, I'm out," Frank said, and slid the bag on his shoulders to the ground, landing with a solid noise in the slush by Gerard's toes. "For you."
"For me?" Gerard managed to get out, throat still rough with ash.
Frank grinned - Gerard couldn't see it, with the heavy mask still over his mouth, but his eyes smiled. He said nothing, just slid Gerard's packet of letters into his bag and restrapped it to his back, buckling it with one hand as he swung over the seat and kicked the bike back into gear. There was a blast of freezing air when he left, and whipped-back ash from his tires splattered against the hem of Gerard's pants. The others rushed to shut the door behind him again, but Gerard stared into the storm after him. He could still see the small light clipped to the back of his bike shining through the ash cloud before the heavy metal door slid shut. (5,660 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/351396 & http://theopteryx.livejournal.com/44875.html )
author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  activity:bartering  activity:salvage  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  things:tattoos  things:motorbike  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  condition:injury  condition:amnesia  condition:illness  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:driver  relationship:UST  setting:caves  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  things:storm  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: One Journey For You (But It's Worth It)
REC: The one where Frank stays with Grant to recupperate and they get kidnapped by faeries. Such a cute story. (2012-03-04)
QUOTE: Grant's tap on the door wakes him. It's already dark outside, and Frank realizes he's slept the day away. "I've made dinner," Grant calls through the door. "It'll keep if you'd rather not get up, though."
Frank gets up. It's just a vegetable barley soup and toasted cheese - "Gourmet I am not, when I'm cooking for myself," Grant tells him - but Frank's starving.
"I had the strangest dream," Frank tells him over tea when they've retired to the sitting room. "I was chasing children down the upstairs hall of your house. They were giggling like crazy, but they were invisible or something, I could only see their footprints. It was one of those super realistic dreams, too. So weird."
Grant doesn't answer right away, just sips at his tea. "How strange," he says finally. "Well, there are no children here, invisible or otherwise."
They sit in silence for a while, until Frank asks idly, "Is that today's paper?"
"Mm? Ah, yes, the Herald." Frank starts to get up and Grant holds up a hand. "People without collapsed lungs do the fetching and carrying around here." He gets up himself and hands it over.
"It's reinflated," Frank tells him with a grimace.
"I did have a warning you'd not cooperate, remember? Sit and relax."
It's a quiet evening, and Frank falls asleep in the chair. Grant wakes him up after an indeterminate amount of time and gently shoos him upstairs. Half-asleep still, Frank's positive he hears more laughter as he rounds the corner of the upstairs hall, but he passes out as soon as he hits the surface of his bed. (8,010 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339184 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:kidnapping  beings:faeries  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:magic  condition:illness  occupation:writer  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  setting:other.world  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  geography:myth:Fairy.Land  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff 
march 2012 by turlough
turps: Look Into My Tired Eyes
REC: Gerard and Mikey prepares to leave. A wonderful glimpse of the Way brothers in a post-apocalyptic world. It's got fantastic worldbuilding and atmosphere and I love the way they're written together - all the love and tenderness and caretaking. (2012-03-04)
QUOTE: "I heard they've established a grow bubble in the next section," Mikey says. He's tightening the straps on his boots, ensuring there's no possibility of exposing his skin. "They've grown apples."
Gerard remembers apples, in a faint way, like a memory of something he liked but doesn't know why. What he does know is they're nutritionally sound, and something they both need. Not that vitamins will help at this stage, but it has to be better than nothing. His own boots checked, Gerard stands, his bio suit rustling as he tugs it up from his waist.
Immediately Gerard feels hot, his skin prickling as he pulls on his gloves and head-piece, the hood and re-breather left off for now so they're lying heavy against the nape of his neck.
"Five minutes," Gerard says, and looks away from the clock to watch Mikey. He's using his knife to make another hole in the waist belt of his suit, a fresh tear in the material to match the previous two.
Knife back in his bag, Mikey tugs up his suit, quickly pulling on his gloves and double fastening belts and snaps. It's second nature by now, the instruction cards long forgotten, not needed. Within seconds Mikey's finished and he puts his bag on his back. "I'll miss this place."
Gerard will too. It's rare they find sections with soft beds and places to exchange credits for hot food - but they can't stay. (990 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/350454 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1148490.html )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:source:picture  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.PicFor1000  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study 
march 2012 by turlough
madambeetroot: untitled fic
REC: Gerard was 21 and Mikey had just turned 18 when the curse struck. A lovely and very atmospheric fairy tale inspired by the Allan Amato photo of Mikey. (2012-03-04)
QUOTE: It is always dark in Waylandia.
It didn't use to be like this. Growing up, Crown Prince Gerard and Prince Mikey lived a normal childhood in a normal castle - there were colourful tapestries on the walls, bright candles in the chandeliers, vibrant patterns on the china. The courtiers wore silk and velvet clothes in vivid shades. If sometimes their mother's laugh was a trifle too desperate,if her gaze lingered on her fine sons for too long, no-one would comment, and certainly no-one would mention it to the boys.
It was srictly forbidden to make any mention of the curse.
The Princes never realised they lived an isolated life, with no other children to play with, for they had each other, and never felt any lack of companionship. It is not possible to miss what you have never had. Nor did they realise that although the castle and the local village teemed with human life, it was strangely short of animal life. For while there were dogs to guard the sheep, horses to ride and work the land, nowhere within a day's reach was there such an animal as a cat. (1,300 words)
author:madambeetroot  fandom:Bandom  beings:aristocrats  beings:animals.cats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:curse  relationship:brothers  setting:mansion/palace  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  pov:Mikey  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fairytale 
march 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: I Know What It Means to Me
REC: The one where Gerard and Frank meet through the single parents support group. A very cute and sweet story with some really hot sex. (2012-02-26)
QUOTE: After the meeting concluded, Gerard made a hasty beeline for the back exit, ducking into the little alley between the center and the parking garage next door. He lit up a cigarette, breathing deep and savoring his final moments of alone time before he headed back to his house. When he heard someone coming up from behind him, Gerard whirled around, holding his cigarette behind his back like he was thirteen again and somehow his mom just wouldn't notice the plume of smoke floating up behind his head.
Frank looked equally knowing. "Hiding out?"
Gerard coughed, trying to come up with a good way of answering that, and finally he shrugged. "Pretty much. Smoking's not exactly judged favorably by most modern parents. But I don't smoke in my house or around my son, and I've been cutting back. Slowly," he amended.
Frank held up his hands. "Hey, I smoked for fifteen years, you don't have to explain it to me. I only quit a year and a half ago, because I was already pushing it with the gay thing and the single parent thing, but if I was a single gay smoker, I wouldn't have made it past the first home inspection."
Taking a quick drag, Gerard nodded. "Any little thing, right? Anyone can become a parent in the stupidest way possible, but if you want a kid no one else wants, suddenly you need to be perfect," he said, flapping his hands around in outrage. He watched Frank's eyes trace the pattern of the cherry moving through the air and suddenly felt guilty about rubbing it in Frank's face. Putting it out only seemed polite.
Frank made a small noise when Gerard ground the half-smoked cigarette under the heel of his boot. "You didn't have to do that," he said, and when Gerard gave him a look meaning well I did, okay, Frank shrugged and smiled a little in response. "So uh, what's your story? I mean -"
"- Why am I a single parent?" Gerard finished for him. "I'm one of those stupid people I mentioned. A one night stand that I barely remembered, until eight months later when I got a call telling me that my son was going to be given up for adoption."
"Wow," Frank said softly.
Gerard nodded, scuffing his toe against the pavement. (9,160 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339537 )
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  activity:adoption  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:photographer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
dear_monday: A Penny For Your Thoughts
REC: A delightfully twisted and hot asshole!Party Poison and hooker!Gerard pwp. I usually don't read hooker fic, but in the Killjoys universe I can apparently read a lot of stuff that otherwise squicks me. This Party Poison is such a self-centered asshole and it totally figures that the idea of using someone looking exactly like himself would be almost irresistible to him. The way it's written here this pairing is such a gloriously fucked up and attractive package of narcissism and self-destruction. (2012-02-26) Still gloriously fucked up and hot. Apparently my hardcore hooker squick doesn't work in the Killjoys universe. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: Gee's not wearing underwear and he's pale and soft-looking everywhere, unblemished in a way that Poison wants to touch, to break. Another day, he's going ask how much it would cost him to hit Gee, mark him up for real. Poison wants Gee broken and used and helpless for him, all the joy of self-destruction with none of the consequences. The curve of Gee's ass looks almost too good to be true, and it's an even better ego trip than Poison was expecting. He reaches out, just trailing his fingertips over the base of Gee's spine and down, down, down, watching goosebumps appear in the wake of the touch. Gee's fucking perfect. Poison just wants to take this one home with him.
Gee fidgets restlessly. "You gonna give me your fingers, fucker? I'm gonna need them if you're as big as me."
"Who's a narcissistic fuck now? Shit, I should've gagged you," mutters Poison, digging in his pockets for lube. Gee makes a low noise that sounds like it was startled out of him, and Poison chuckles. "Don't worry. Some other time, motorbaby."
There'll have to be other times. He doesn't have the cash on him for all the things he wants to do to Gee right now. He finally finds what he was looking for [...] He tears the sachet of black market lube open, squeezes a little less than enough out onto his fingers. He's curious. Gee might have his face and a softer, fleshier version of his body, but Poison's more interested in the spots that'll make him scream, whether those will match too. Gee's the shiniest new toy Poison's had to play with in a long time.
Poison isn't gentle, sliding one finger in quickly and making Gee whine, high and thin and needy. He pushes back against Poison's hand and lets out a shocked, wordless noise when Poison crooks his finger like he sometimes does to make himself see stars.
"Mother*fuck*," hisses Gee. "How did you "
"Maybe you're just more like me than you thought, motorbaby." (1,880 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/1045.html?thread=40981#cmt40981 )
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:doppelganger  concept:prostitution  occupation:hooker  things:Trans.Am  smut:biting  smut:fucking  smut:pain.kink  smut:public.sex  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  smut:rough.sex  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  smut:bruises  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
*anonymous: Clash
REC: Gerard's first glimpse of the world outside Battery City. A fascinating ficlet. The difference between Gerard and Party Poison's worlds are so big it's like they're hardly even of the same species. They barely speak the same language! (2012-02-26)
QUOTE: He grabs Gerard's arm and pulls hard so Gerard lands on his ass in the sand beside him. He feels the impact of the sand in every single one of his bones. It'll bruise. The guy's fingers are like a vice around his wrist. That'll leave bruises too. "The stench of the City clings to you like a bad perfume," he adds, brushing his purple, dirty hair out of his face. He looks so fucking familiar that Gerard wants to back off, but the fingers around his wrist tighten to the point of pain. "What were you looking for out here I wonder?" he says, but it's said so quietly that Gerard isn't sure it was even aimed at him. But there is no one else around here. They're alone with the sand, the blood and the night creeping up on them.
"Something -" he bites his lip. What was he looking for? The fights? The modern times, post apocalyptic gladiator games? Life? Freedom? Does something like freedom even exist anymore?
"Something worth fighting for," he finishes in a whisper after minutes of silence that could be hours or an eternity in an other universe.
The guy laughs, it sounds harsh and cruel and like he isn't used to doing it in the first place. "There isn't anything left worth fighting for," he says. (975 words)
author:*anonymous  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Tattoed on the Inside
REC: Frank jerks off and looks at and thinks of his tattoos. Very hot. (2012-02-26)
QUOTE: Sometimes he's surprised by the tatts. The H-A-LL-O and the W-E-E-N, yellow-red-blue, spilling bright and loud across his knuckles. The ink hasn't had time to settle into his skin like the rest of his tatts have; they're new and distracting and - fuck, he wants to jack off so bad, watch the colors as he wraps his fingers around his dick, but he can't. Not yet.
He waits, knowing it'll be so much better. He tries not to think about it too much, because it makes him irritable and snappish to the point where they guys threaten him with cold showers and ice baths. Frank flips them off and hunches deeper into his hoodie.
Luckily for him, in spite of his shit immune system, his tatts usually heal fast. The skin is shiny and new and - fuck. He bribes Ray with a mostly full bottle of Jäegermeister to go hang out with the guys from Underoath for a while. A *long* while.
Ray laughs, ridiculously high pitched, and leaves Frank alone with his new ink and his thoughts. (812 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/1045.html?thread=40469#cmt40469 9
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  things:tattoos  smut:masturbation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:PWP 
february 2012 by turlough
omens: Expecto Patronum!
REC: This is so cool. The shark is looking so badass. *Of course* Mikey's patronum would be a shark! (2012-02-26)
INFO: Coloured art of Mikey. AU.
fandom:Bandom  fandom:Harry.Potter  beings:animals.others  concept:magic  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  artist:omens  art:genre:fusion  art:source:book  art:technique:digital.art 
february 2012 by turlough
mrsronweasley: By the Book
REC: The teacher AU where Frank's the new English teacher that starts a book club. This was lots of fun. The Gerard characterisation is wonderful and the setting feels so believable. I particularly loved the discussion the two of them had after the others had left. The sex is scorchingly hot, and the morning-after scene at school is perfection. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: He absolutely was not going to waste his time on a fiasco that was obviously never going to take off, but curiosity got the best of him, as did Greta's prodding. She was one of the few teachers in the school who didn't have to run home as soon as the bell rang, so she wheedled him into going by using the power of her doe eyes.
They went to room 214 at the appointed time.
Gerard wasn't sure what to expect from the new English teacher, even though Greta's meaningful stare had suggested everything from a retired college professor attempting to win back his youth through the systematic slaughter of literary classics to somebody Gerard could *really* identify with, such as a World of Warcraft geek just recently emerged from his mother's basement. Likelier, however, was that he would walk through the doorway to find an empty room with a middle-aged, gone-to-seed dude wearing khakis, glasses, and a pocket protector, a pile of books next to him and no one to share them with. Not that Gerard didn't care for middle-aged geeks, knowing he was headed that way sooner or later, nor did he lack the proper appreciation for a pile of books and having no one to share them with. He hadn't been a virgin until college for nothing.
Whatever he'd been expecting, however, the guy setting up chairs in a circle certainly wasn't it.
Glasses - check. Khakis - check. Tie, button-up shirt - check, check.
But he wasn't middle-aged, and he definitely didn't *look* like a geek. And he was also *motherfucking tattooed*, holy crap.
"Shit," Gerard breathed, and he jumped as Greta poked him in the side.
"This is why we're here," she mumbled. "Hi, it's Mr. Iero, right?" she added in a chirpy voice.
Gerard let her lead as he counted up the ways in which Mr. Iero was not at all a geek who had just emerged from his mother's basement. In fact, if he had emerged from anywhere, it was from under the rubble of Gerard's teenaged fantasies, and oh, man, was that a great place to emerge from.
"Hi!" Mr. Iero turned towards them and immediately extended his hand first to Greta, who might have done a tiny curtsy, and then to Gerard, looking him directly in the eye. He had really pretty eyes. "Good to meet you, Mr.-"
"Way!" Gerard said, extending his hand automatically and just as automatically staring at the guy's tattooed knuckles. Were those letters? 'How the fuck did you even get this job' was at the tip of his tongue, but he held himself in check. "Mr. Way, I'm the, uh, arts - coordinator - person. Good to meet you, Mr. Iero."
"Frank," Mr. Iero said, like he was shrugging off a disguise, and Gerard managed to drop his hand, finally.
"Cool. Gerard," he answered and bit his lip. This wasn't going well, a part of his brain hinted at him. Frank continued smiling. Gerard ran his hand through his hair and turned to Greta in desperation. He could not *believe* she hadn't warned him. (10,620 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338424 & ttp://mrsronweasley.livejournal.com/1093214.html )
author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:literature  things:tattoos  occupation:teacher  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
desfinado: Counting Sheep But Running Out
REC: A fun little story in which Bob and Brian keep getting cockblocked by an insomniac Gerard. It's got a great Bob characterisation and I love the way the tour life is written. The sex is really hot too. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Brian gets a knee between Bob's spread legs and braces his elbows on either side of Bob's head, bringing the smell of cigarette smoke and deodorant with him as he leans down to suck hard at Bob's neck. Bob slides a hand up the curl of Brian's spine under his t-shirt, fabric bunching under his wrist, and doesn't waste time tracing his other hand up the inseam of Brian's jeans to fit his fingers neatly alongside his fly, cupping his dick.
"Gold digger," Bob says while Brian bares his teeth into the crook of his neck and bites down, working a hand under Bob's waistband.
"Jesus Christ," Brian laughs, breathless, pushing his hips forward as Bob rubs his thumb firmly along the length of his cock though his jeans. "Right, I'd be a millionaire. I've seen your wallet, Bryar, nothing but rubbers and a Taco Bell discount card."
"Nah, he's got like five pesos too," Gerard mumbles from somewhere behind them. Bob's hands still. "And, like -" Bob hears Gerard pause to yawn as Brian slides smoothly over to other side of the couch "- a gift card to Wal Mart. He's living large."
Bob blinks. Brian looks relaxed, rolling his shoulders as his t-shirt settles back into place over the flat of his belly and the dark hair there. Bob turns, but Gerard has both hands over his face and his eyes closed, scrubbing up and into his wild black hair as he shuffles into the lounge.
"Fuck you, I'm Fortune 500," Bob says after a beat, discreetly hitching his hips up to slip his belt buckle back into place.
Brian huffs a laugh. Gerard bumps into the kitchen table and finally opens his red-rimmed eyes all the way. "Now you are." Gerard smiles, crooked and warm. "You can buy all the tacos in the world, Bob."
"Can't sleep?" Brian asks. The side of his mouth quirks up when Bob meets his eyes.
"Fuckin' never can," Gerard grumbles into the mini fridge, rummaging around.
Bob sighs and rearranges his jeans. (4,350 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339608 )
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  condition:insomnia  occupation:manager  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:bunk.sex  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Bob/Brian(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
gala_apples: Midnight Lives
REC: The one where Ray and Gerard are secret high school boyfriends. This was such a sweet and lovely story. Everything about it feels so true to the teenagers they are - Ray's reasons for staying in the closet for now and Gerard's for staying there with him, the enthusiastic but not very practiced sex they have, how much they love each other and how they express it. It could be a sad story but something about Ray's matter-of-factness and his quiet but strong hopes for the future makes it into a very hopeful story instead. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: It's another evening of saying nothing at the Way house. Gerard's got the middle cushion of the couch, and for a while Ray's thigh is comfortably pressed against his boyfriend's. Then he comes back from the bathroom and Mikey has usurped his spot. Ray can't make a stink. After all, it's not like there's some legitimate reason he has to sit beside Gerard.
Ray leaves when Frank leaves. He has to. He has homework to write or procrastinate about, and dinner to eat, and prime time viewing to attend. But he'll come back. Probably not until midnight. Later, depending. There's no set time [...]
Gerard's sitting in the dark but he leaps up when he enters the room. Ray would like to have some witty comment. Hell, to manage a cooed 'honey I'm home' would be a feat. Instead, like always, he and Gerard surge to each other with two days worth of pent up affectionate lust. It's impossible to say something witty with his tongue down Gerard's throat.
"I love you," is what he's finally able to say when they break apart. It's important they say it now. When they can't say it during the day it bottles up, just like all the other component feelings.
"I love you too," Gerard says back, pushing a greasy lank of hair behind his ear. Unlike Ray's, Gerard's usually stays tucked. Behind black flannel patterned with skull and crossbones Gerard's already hard.
Ray wants to grope him. He gets a sudden sense-memory of how Gerard's cock fits in his hand and wants it, bad, but he refrains for the moment. (2,290 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/646768 )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:hairpulling  smut:finger.fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
solarbaby614: Say You're Gonna Try
REC: Frank visits his lover in a cottage in the woods. A sweet and wistful little story that almost feels like the beginning of a fairytale. I would like to see more of this one day. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Frank was on the cusp of his thirteenth birthday when the rumors started. It was all the gossip among the nobles of his father's court, a troupe if traveling gypsies among the territories; exiles of the British empire.
He was especially interested in the stories they told of the old lady, the one who they said could paint the future. One of the ladies, a duchess from one of the outer territories said that she herself had met them. She had brought with her a painting, the art a bit rough but still artistically masterful in its own way, of herself, holding a bright-eyed baby of her own. He heard her tell his mother that she hadn't even told her husband the news when this was painted. No one could have known.
His father must have seen this as an opportunity though because the next thing he knew his mother had gotten him bundled up and into the carriage early the next morning. The ride took most of the day and the sun was starting to set when they finally reached their destination.
"I've come to have the future told," his father said to a man dressed in colorful clothing when they exited the carriage.
The man eyeballed them for a new moments, unsure, before nodding and motioning for them to follow.
His mother stopped him before they could get too far. "Just stay here for now, okay? We won't be long." (1,190 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338528 )
author:solarbaby614  fandom:Bandom  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:precog  things:memories  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  occupation:ruler  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
eldee: You Live Life
REC: This wasn't part of his Plan at all. The one where Frank wakes up on his thirtieth birthday with wings. I really liked this story. It's a great take on the wingfic trope with just the right combination of the strange and the mundane, and it also makes great use of canon. I loved the way the interaction between all the guys is written and the slow development of Frank and Gerard's relationship. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Frank woke to voices outside the room.
"I told you, he's not feeling well," Gerard's voice drifted through the door. "He feels awful he couldn't make it to the party, but he couldn't help it, he really couldn't."
"And I get that," Ray said patiently, "but I just want to check on him, wish him Happy Birthday. He hasn't answered any messages."
"Because he's been sleeping all day. He's sick," Gerard said, "and needs to be left alone for now."
Mikey's quiet voice answered but Frank couldn't make out the words. Suddenly, the door opened, despite Gerard's protests.
There was silence for a few seconds, followed by a high-pitched, "Holy shit," from Ray.
It was a lot of effort, but Frank made himself roll as far as he could on his side without crushing his wings. "Right?" he croaked out. "Seriously."
Both Mikey and Ray edged closer to the bed, Gerard hovering nervously behind them. "I'm sorry, Frank," Gerard blurted out. "They pretty much broke in and I was powerless to stop them."
"Up yours," Mikey said, sounding as calm as Gerard's earlier unintentional imitation of him. Addressing Frank, he said, "He didn't tell us."
"Even though he should've," Ray said pointedly. His eyes didn't stop roaming over Frank's wings.
"Well, I didn't know if he was ready to tell you yet. He really *has* been sick, I wasn't lying or anything."
"It's okay, Gee," Frank said. "I would've told them."
"Well, yeah," Gerard said, though he sounded more at ease now that Frank didn't seem mad at him.
Mikey sat down cross-legged on the floor next to the bed and Ray joined him. Gerard sat toward the end of the bed, his hand resting on the back Frank's calf, wiggled in under feathers.
Mikey spoke first. "Are you sick because of the wings?" he asked, as if it wasn't anything out of the ordinary at all, which was a totally classic Mikeyway reaction. "Or because you're Frank?"
Frank shrugged as best he could with one shoulder. He was still tired and rolled back onto his stomach, face planting in the pillow for a moment before he turned his head to keep looking at them. "Don't know."
"I think probably both," Gerard said confidently, like he actually knew, as if he was some sort of wing-doctor that made such diagnosis on a regular basis. But both Mikey and Ray nodded and even Frank couldn't dispute that.
"What happened?" Ray asked, sounding awed.
"I woke up with them," Frank said plainly. "That's about it."
"He was awake for about an hour," Gerard explained further, "before getting really sick."
"Why did it make you sick, though?" Ray questioned.
Frank sighed. "Wish I knew."
"Maybe your body is in shock," Mikey said, quite logically. "I'm sure you'll get over it soon, true Frank style." The others chorused agreement, and Frank couldn't help but smile a little.
Ray didn't seem to want to let it go, though. "But why? Why did this happen to you? You can't think of anything that might have, like, caused it?"
"He's had a long day," Gerard interrupted, "maybe we can talk about it tomorrow?"
"It's okay," Frank said. "It's not every day you find out your friend is actually an X-Man."
Gerard let out a big honking laugh, like he couldn't help it, and Mikey and Ray did too. It broke the tension in the air.
"Maybe you got bit by a radioactive... something?" Ray said. "A Spiderman thing, only not a spider, obviously. Maybe, like, a swan."
"Can't you pick something better than that?" Frank said, wrinkling his nose.
"Radioactive... pelican?"
"Fuck you," Frank said and Ray laughed at him. (10,940 words)
author:eldee  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  beings:animals.dogs  things:wings  things:Gerard's.yellow.hair  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  setting:plane  tour:2012.Big.Day.Out  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2012 by turlough
solarbaby614: But What Concerns Me (Sort it Out verse 1)
REC: Gerard is a reporter interviewing the head of the new patrols when the alarms go off. A cool little fic about Gerard and Party Poison's first meeting. I thought it was really interesting how ordinary everything was - the it was just another working day for Gerard to begin with. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Gerard should probably be more worried, if the way the patrols are running down the hall are any indication but he figures he's safer here than he is outside, in their way, and - yep, that's gun fire he hears.
Bob, who he's seen stand in a burning building looking as steady as ever, actually starts to look concerned and he pokes his head out the door. He's wide eyed when he glances back at Gerard and tells him, "I'll be right back."
"Don't get shot!" Gerard calls after him and Bob just flips him off in response. He starts to worry, even as a voice inside his head tells him that he shouldn't. Bob's sturdy.
The zap-zap of the gunshots are getting closer, thankfully coming from the direction Bob didn't go. He's ready to get up and do something like hide or call the station when the door slams open and a form scrambles into the room.
It's not Bob, that's for damn sure. The first thing Gerard sees is color. Blue and red and a slight blur of yellow that makes him yearn for the art classes he used to take in high school. His teacher had always encouraged his desire to create freeform art before she was send in for recommissioning. He missed her.
The person spins around, searching and gives a jerk when his gaze lands on Gerard. "What the fuck?"
Gerard can appreciate the sentiment because he's looking at himself. Well, not exactly. Gone is the nicely cropped black hair and best whites and it's like he's seeing himself in technicolor mirror. (1,100 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/707.html?thread=30403#cmt30403 & http://solarbaby614.dreamwidth.org/105429.html & http://solarbaby614.livejournal.com/99613.html )
author:solarbaby614  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sort.It.Out.verse  activity:gun.fights  activity:stealing  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:journalist  occupation:rebel  setting:office  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
solarbaby614: Tomorrow is a Long Time (Sort It Out verse 2)
REC: Someone breaks into Gerard's apartment and bleeds on his floor. Another meeting between Gerard and Party Poison set after 'But What Concerns Me'. I like this Gerard, he's so refreshingly ordinary. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Gerard slowly slides in to the kitchen, carefully keeping his back against the wall. He may have failed drac training miserably but he remembers some things.
"Christ," he says, when he catches sight of the familiar form on the floor, propping himself up on the cabinets.
Party offers him a weak smile and replies, "Hey, pretty," before hissing when he moves.
The blue jacket is missing and Gerard can see the wound on his side as clear as day. "I'm gonna call the emergency center."
Before he can reach the comm Party launches himself at Gerard, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him away. "No." There is pain clear on his face as he pins Gerard against the counter. "I went through a lot of trouble to keep out of drac hands. I'm not gonna let you just hand me over to them."
"You're bleeding," says Gerard, obviously, "A lot."
Party leans forward and gives him a peck on the lips, his grin growing when Gerard grows red at the action. "That's why you're gonna patch me up."
A noise of frustration escapes Gerard, along with a slight whine cause, really, blood. "I'm sorry but how exactly am I supposed to fix the gaping hole in your side?"
Party rolls his eyes. "Don't be so melodramatic. It's just a little cut." At Gerard's incredulous look he continues, "You gotta have a kit here somewhere. You had to have taken First Aid 101." (1,050 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/707.html?thread=32195#cmt32195 & http://solarbaby614.dreamwidth.org/105650.html & http://solarbaby614.livejournal.com/99869.html )
author:solarbaby614  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sort.It.Out.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:journalist  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Bones To the Other Side
REC: An underwater postapocalyptic AU inspired by omens' art 'Sharktopus Psychic Love'. It's such a sweet and lovely story with fabulous worldbuilding and a really great teenaged Ray. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: "Ray?"
He shook himself out of his reverie, his hair floating around his head like a cloud. Frank had cut through the fence and was holding it open while Gerard and Mikey finned through. Fuck. They were going to get busted and it was all Frank's fault. "Coming." He kicked forward and entered the forbidden Black Deeps.
They were all going to die, like in one of those old twodee horror medias. He just knew it.
He followed the Way brothers and Frank, listening to Frank's excited chatter and Mikey's deadpan responses. Gerard had a tendency toward grand pronouncements and a know-it-all-ness that Frank punctured at every opportunity with a great deal of glee, which made Gerard pout. It was ridiculous and Mikey rolled his eyes a lot behind his facemask.
Ray realized, as much as he bitched about the trouble they got into, there was no place he'd rather be than with his crazy friends.
He put a little effort into catching up; the Deeps tended to swallow even the brightest light and he didn't want to get separated from Frank and Gerard and Mikey. That led to certain death, maybe squished by a giant clam or carried away by one of the ginormous starfish that were rumored to live in the Deeps. Ray shuddered, because death by starfish was not very high on his list of priorities. It was slow and painful and not very exciting.
If he was gonna die out here, he wanted it to be a memorable death, one that generations of kids would whisper about in the damp hallways of the City, like a ghost story. '...remember when Ray Toro got eaten by that mutant creature? There was nothing left of him but...' People would talk about his family '...so sad, destroyed by what happened to Ray...' and Lou would feel really bad about how much he'd picked on Ray...
Ray's headlamp flickered and he tapped at it, confused. He stopped finning to tread water. He'd just recharged the battery and there should be plenty of juice left to keep it going. He shook it, relieved when the light came back on. He clicked it into place on his mask. "Guys?" He looked around, but couldn't see anyone. "Uh, guys?"
"Ray, where are you?" Mikey's voice was clear in his ear, but he couldn't see anyone. (2,590 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  beings:animals.others  concept:esp:empathy  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:friendship  setting:beach/lake/ocean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  concept:apocalypse  beings:mutants  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: So Far From You
REC: Five times Mikey and Gerard did each other's makeup. So sweet and full of love. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: 2. Practice for Gerard's 'experiment'
Mikey came up for the weekend with the bag of cosmetics that he'd bought, borrowed and stolen over the years. Some of the stuff he never touched; the colors didn't work on his fair skin.
He sat Gerard down at his desk and angled the light so it wasn't casting any shadows and got to work, using a deft touch with the foundation and blush, carefully applying purple eyeshadow and highlighting with eyeliner. He held Gerard's chin between his fingers to turn his face one way, then the other, examining his handiwork with a critical eye. "Yeah, you'll do."
Gerard got up, feeling strangely unsteady, and went into the tiny bathroom, catching his breath at his reflection. "Oh. You made me look pretty."
Mikey hooked his chin over Gerard's shoulder. "No," he said. "I'm just bringing out what's already there." (744 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:crossdressing  things:makeup  concept:sobriety  concept:genderfuck  concept:art  relationship:brothers  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:character.study 
february 2012 by turlough
dear_monday: You Could Use A Hero Right Now (I Could Use Someone To Save)
REC: Hilarious and adorable not!fic about Gerard the teenaged failboat superhero and Frank the Italian mobster's son. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: So - you saw this coming, right? TRAINING MONTAGE o/ fuck yeah. Lots of clips of Gerard doing sit-ups and push-ups and shit. He starts with, like, three push-ups at a time because those things are really hard, okay, and he's not going to save anyone if he injures himself while he's still just working out on his bedroom floor. The classic rock song of your choice (I personally favor Eye Of The Tiger) is de rigeur for this part, obviously. Anyway, he keeps on doing this, still very much on the down low, because he values his status as an old-school nerd with ~principles regarding disgraceful standards of fitness and personal hygiene.
After a while, he can even participate in gym class without dropping out to wheeze alarmingly by the bleachers after five minutes. He still drops out to wheeze in solidarity with Ray and the other non-athletes in his gym class, of course, but he knows he COULD keep running and that thought is weirdly satisfying. He considers cutting down on his smoking habit, but decides against it on the grounds that a) he likes smoking and b) if he does then people are DEFINITELY going to notice that and start to suspect something's up, and no one who knows him is going buy whatever bullshit he'd come up with.
Moving on! So it's been a while now, and on the surface things look exactly like they did a few months ago. Gerard still sits with Mikey and Ray and Bob at lunch, still says hi to Brendon and Patrick and that weirdo Pete who Mikey seems to like when he sees them in the hallways, potentially-Mafia kid still sits on his own with this little sad face that somehow activates all Gerard's hitherto unsuspected mother hen instincts.
But Gerard respects Ray's blood pressure, so he leaves the kid alone.
Anyway, Gerard picks the day for his first patrol. It's a Friday, and when he wakes up and practically fucking LEAPS out of bed (which he does not do, ever) he's all, FUCK YES, I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS o/ This can-do attitude decreases gradually throughout the day until he's got this low-level buzz of worry going on by lunchtime, and by the time everyone his parents are asleep and Mikey's at least pretending to be, Gerard is scared shitless. He stalls for about fifteen minutes checking his bulletproof vest is properly fastened before finally deciding that he has been BUILDING UP TO THIS, this is his ~MOMENT, and if he wimps out now he will never forgive himself. (7,370 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:violence  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:vigilante  occupation:criminal/mobster  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
021: Wanna Try Wanna Try Wanna Try
REC: Fabulous. So expressive. (2012-02-19) This is such a fabulous work. I love the messy, expressive style of this artist. (2013-03-27)
INFO: Coloured art of Gerard. AU.
artist:021  fandom:Bandom  condition:injury  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  recced:2013-03  art:technique:digital.art  !!FAVOURITE.ART  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Against the Sun We're the Enemy
REC: Jet Star has a close encouter with a suprising Exterminator. Very cool twist on the Killjoys universe with a nice Jet Star characterisation. I felt really sad for Mikey, but at least he still has Gerard. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: There was the sound of water and Jet was suddenly aware of how parched he was; he desperately needed something wet, to soothe away the dust and dryness in his throat. "Hey," he tried to call out, choking on the words, coughing. The coughing was a bad idea; it woke the screaming pain in his ribs and the ache from a multitude of bruises that covered his body. He bit back a groan, because he wouldn't, *couldn't* let the Exterminator see how weak he was.
"Want some water?" the Exterminator asked, and Jet twitched. He knew that voice, he *did*. And when the Exterminator stepped out of the bathroom, it was suddenly clear why.
"Kobra?" Jet could hear the disbelief and confusion threading through his voice. His heart twisted in his chest.
Jet shook his head at himself. Of course it wasn't Kobra. It was a cracked reflection of Kobra, dark to Kobra's blond, cold and bland versus warm and alive. This was an exterminator, someone created and shaped to extract information, to hunt and torture and kill. A BL/ind predator. Not Kobra Kid, Killjoy, zone-runner and best friend. Family.
The Exterminator held a chipped mug up to Jet's mouth and he could smell the water. Jet tilted his head back and drank greedily, not caring that water was running down his chin, a cold trickle, soaking into his thin shirt. The Exterminator pulled the mug away and went back to the bathroom while Jet licked his lips and tried to shake off the dizziness and confusion that made his head feel like it was stuffed with fucking cotton. (2,890 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338033 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:medication  concept:brainwashing  condition:injury  things:motorbike  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Jet.Star/Kobra.Kid(primary)  pov:Jet.Star  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
delphinapterus: B2 on A3 Paper
REC: Gerard likes to draw Gabe. A wonderful pre-band story that paints a great portrait of both Gabe and Gerard at this period of their lives. I particularly loved the way it Gabe's fascination with what Gerard sees when he draws him is written and the way it awakens his interest in Gerard himself, apart from the art he produces. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: Mikey Fuckin' Way, purveyor of quality pills and the magic ticket to get into any club without waiting, is the one who tells Gabe that his brother is looking for a model and he pays $20 a shot. Money for doing nothing is always the best kind and this offer has the added bonus of meeting Mikeyway's reclusive brother. It's an opportunity that Gabe won't pass up. Gerard turns out to be the art student from the park and as soon as Gabe sees the way he flushes red, Gabe knows without question Mikey asked him deliberately. Every good gambler knows the odds just don't run that way without help and Gabe prides himself on being good enough to win more than he loses.
He makes Gerard show him his sketches from the day in the park. [...] Making an argument that Gerard has captured his likeness and thus infringed on Gabe's copyright makes Gerard laugh, but it's what finally gets Gerard to hand over the sketch book so Gabe mentally declares himself victorious. He is surprised by how much controlled energy Gerard managed to convey through the way he drew Gabe and Henry hunching over the chess board.
"We're supposed to be figure drawing from real life," Gerard explains as Gabe pages through the sketch book.
"No wonder you guys are always hanging around the parks," Gabe says absently his attention mostly caught by a sketch of the bird feeding woman who looks much more sinister in Gerard's art than she ever does in the park.
"I know! It's so fuckin' creepy to draw people like that."
The next sketch is of Gabe again. This time he's in profile and staring blankly at the time clock. The button is depressed on his side and Henry's disembodied hand hovers over the white rook. Gabe is shocked by how impatient he looks. He's always prided himself on keeping a blank expression - it's a necessity when he play - but somehow Gerard has managed to convey how impatient he was waiting for the game to end with only a few lines. In the picture he can see himself straining forward against his self-imposed restraint. Seeing his feelings in Gerard's drawing fascinates and unnerves him. It makes Gabe curious to see what Gerard does when he has permission to study him. (2,370 words)
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:art  occupation:student.college  occupation:artist/designer  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Midtown  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gabe  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
february 2012 by turlough
snarkydame: Brand Your Heart With Ink
REC: Pete is there waiting when Gerard comes back from college to pick up a few things. A beautiful story with wonderful imagery. It's so full of emotion and it's got this bittersweet feel to it that catches at your throat. I love the way Pete is written. He's feeling so much that he's almost wordless and then it all comes out in the words he writes on Gerard's skin. Absolutely lovely! (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: His cheek itched. Pete scrunched his face up, and tasted dirt. Huh. He blinked, and his eyelashes caught on a curled blade of brittle yellow grass. He pushed himself up, rubbing at his eyes.
"Aw, Mikes, you woke him up."
Pete's eyes shot open. The porch light made strange shadows on his face, but Pete could tell Gerard was smirking from his seat on the bottom step. Something unknotted in his stomach, and Pete took a deep breath, tasting the hint of cigarette smoke in the dry air.
Mikey's foot nudged at his side, and Pete remembered to let the breath back out.
"Hi, Gerard." Pete knew he was grinning like an idiot, could feel it stretching his cheeks until they hurt.
"Very clever," Mikey muttered, just barely audible at his side.
"Hey, Pete," Gerard said, and Pete's smile, if anything, widened, because Gerard's cheeks were red.
Mikey sighed. He stood up, pushing his phone back into his pocket and brushing at the seat of his pants. "If you guys are through staring at each other..." he said, and stepped around Gerard. The metal railing creaked as he pulled himself up the concrete steps.
As the screen door whapped shut behind him, Pete finally managed to get to his feet. He opened his mouth to say... something, but the warm night seemed to wrap itself around him, until the whole world was encompassed by the porch light, and was made up only of Gerard, himself, and the tiny white moths that circled the light. Speech seemed... foreign.
Gerard cocked his head, his smirk fading. He brought his cigarette up to his mouth; took a deep, solemn drag. The smoke hazed around the moth wings, glowing in the light. Pete's feet were stuck to the ground.
Gerard broke his gaze first, looking down to rub the cigarette out on the concrete. He stood up. "I'm going back to school in the morning," he said, still not looking at Pete. "Do you have to get home?"
It took a couple of tries to make his throat work, but Pete managed it. "Fuck no," he said, and followed Gerard inside. (2,880 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338150 & http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/5734.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  things:tattoos  occupation:student.college  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2012 by turlough
jjtaylor: By Now I'm Sure You Know
REC: Frank discovers he has a knife kink. A nicely hot exploration of a new kink. I liked the way Frank asserted himself afterwards, it made the whole thing more interesting somehow. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: "Stop worrying," Gerard says, still moving the knife like he's tracing out something out on a piece of paper. He stops abruptly, holds up the knife and examines it. Frank doesn't know what he's looking for. "Here, give me your hand."
Frank holds out his hand, and Gerard rubs his fingers over it, like he's feeling Frank's skin for the first time. Gerard covers Frank's hand with his, pressing Frank's hand palm-down on the desk and then closing a hand around Frank's wrist. Not tight, but - there. Gerard lifts the knife to Frank's index finger, just the slightest touch, barely enough for Frank to feel. Frank inhales sharply and Gerard stops.
"This ok?"
"Yeah," Frank says. "Keep going."
Gerard does, bringing the knife over the back of Frank's hand, following the line of the bone. Gerard lets go of Frank's wrist and pushes his sleeve up. "It's like a maze," he says, as he brings the knife up Frank's forearm. He's pressing harder now, just enough to tug at the skin, just before a scratch, and Frank watches, mesmerized, as Gerard moves the blade in small, sure movements, following the path of blank skin in between all of Frank's ink. Gerard goes all the way up to Frank's elbow, zigzagging across Frank's forearm before he looks up at Frank, bottom lip between his teeth, eyes wide.
"We should probably stop," Frank says breathily. Gerard immediately sets down the knife and puts a hand on Frank's cheek. Frank closes his eyes and breathes deep.
"You all right, Frankie?"
"It's ok, I'm good," Frank says. "I'm just a little - too good," he says. He opens his eyes and sees Gerard's slightly flushed face. His eyes fall on Gerard's mouth and he licks his lips. The corners of Gerard's mouth tug into a smile.
"Too good?" Gerard says, close to Frank's ear and Frank shudders.
"Yeah, who knew," Frank says.
"Well, I know now," Gerard says, and then he leans in and kisses Frank, a gentle press of lips. It feels like a mixed message, or maybe it's a very clear one. "Here," Gerard says, and guiding Frank over to the couch, pulling the blanket over Frank's shoulders. "Just sit here for a few minutes and close your eyes."
Frank wants to say that he'd actually rather get up and go jerk off in the bathroom, but once he closes his eyes and lets the warmth of the blanket settle over him, he realizes that he's exhausted, and within minutes, he's asleep. (3,480 words)
(also at http://jjtaylor.dreamwidth.org/395130.html & http://jjtaylor.livejournal.com/401704.html )
author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  smut:knifeplay  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.Summer.Festivals  geography:Europe  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
kinetikatrue: A Little Less 'As you wish', A Little More 'I know'
REC: The one where Gerard wakes up under a table and tries to piece together what happened the night before. It's an absolutely charming story. They're such fabulously dorky nerds, both of them and Gerard going to cons, geeking out over Star Wars, and dressing up like Princess Leia is so perfectly in character for him. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: His reflection's right there, though, and Gerard stares at himself out of habit. His eyeliner isn't too smudged, but - he looks again. No, he isn't hallucinating - there's totally a string of hickeys on his neck, just peeking out of his collar.
What *had* he gotten up to the night before?
A little wandering nets him a side door that leads out to a parking lot. There isn't anywhere really to sit, but Gerard doesn't mind. He hikes up his tunic-robe, takes over a stretch of curb and empties the contents of his belt pouch out onto it; digging through the pouch just seems too complicated. That produces the expected things: his cellphone (dead) and flask (empty), keycard and badge, ID and a wad of cash, plus a notebook and a pen, - and, eventually, his cigarettes and lighter. But that's not all. [...] the photobooth pictures are pretty unprecedented. They're of Gerard and a dark-haired, tattooed guy. A dark-haired, tattooed *stranger*, even. Kissing. And Gerard's not exactly shy, but he's never particularly felt a need to document his hook-ups quite that concretely. He *likes* that hickeys and finger-bruises are ephemeral.
Of course, Gerard is in costume in the picture - and the dark-haired guy is wearing an open-collared, off-white shirt with a dark vest over it, so the kiss might not be about who they are but who they're dressed as. Even though Leia and Han never kissed while wearing that particular combination of costumes. And that's not even considering the hickeys. Or how Gerard and the guy practically fucking shine with happiness. That series of thoughts does jar loose what might be a fragment of memory, though. He can almost hear himself protesting, "Han Solo didn't have tattoos!" and some guy retorting, "Have *you* seen him naked? And, anyway, he should have!"
The words don't come with visuals, so Gerard can't say for sure whether the guy in the picture was the one defending the possibility of a tattooed Han. Or whether it's really a memory at all. Logic suggests that if it is, then the guy being involved is pretty likely, of course, but Gerard still can't be sure. Though, now that the thought's occurred to him, Gerard can't disagree. If Han Solo as written didn't have tattoos, he fucking well should have.
It's bright out, the sort of early that Gerard pretty much never sees from the having just woken up to it end of things - and he really fucking wishes his sunglasses weren't up in his room. But he's got his cigarettes, at least - and thoughts of a tattooed Han Solo, possibly even his own. He'll deal with being on the side of the light. (6,460 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/631232 )
author:kinetikatrue  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:crossdressing  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:amnesia  relationship:UST  setting:convention  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
annemaris: Magic Hours
REC: The one where they're ghost hunters that meet at a haunted house. This was such a sweet story. I loved that Gerard wanted to help both the owners of the houses and the ghosts, and I also really liked the way he and Frank could discuss things and solve their differences like grownups. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: The guy standing in front of him is short, belligerent, glaring at Gerard and definitely corporeal.
"What the fuck?" Gerard asks, weakly. His heart's still trying to beat its way out of his chest. He's honestly used to dealing with ghosts by now, but he always startles when they do their whole 'turning up out of nowhere to spook you to death' shtick. Also, this guy's not a *ghost*. So seriously, what the fuck.
"Who the fuck are you?" the guy asks, and Gerard splutters, because hey, this is *their* haunted house, so technically they're the ones who should be asking that.
The guy doesn't seem to agree, though, because he lifts his flashlight even higher and steps closer. "Well?" He looks tough, and his attitude reminds Gerard of all the assholes he had to deal with during high school, but the picture is ruined a bit by the glasses the dude's wearing. They make him look the slightest bit dorky.
Just as Gerard comes to that realization, though, the guy takes them off and puts them in his pocket. Now he just looks intimidating all around. Gerard almost takes a step back, but then thinks, 'fuck it'.
"I'm Gerard, and this is my brother Mikey," he says. "We're ghost hunters. Who the fuck are *you*?"
The guy narrows his eyes. "Frank Iero. *I'm* a ghost hunter." He lifts his EMF-meter and camera as if to prove it. Gerard just gapes. He can tell even Mikey's taken aback.
"You -" Gerard starts, then closes his mouth. Frank lifts his chin, challenging. "Wait, so you were the one making all that noise?" That, more than anything, seems a bit unprofessional to him.
Frank seems to deflate a bit at that, even though his expression doesn't really change. "That - No, it was my assistant. He Oh, what's the point now, Ray." He shouts the name, and Gerard winces, but it's true, they've made enough of a ruckus by now.
A guy with bushy hair rushes down the hallway a second later and comes to a stop next to Frank. "Fuck," he wheezes. "Are you - What?" He seems to just notice Gerard and Mikey standing there, and he throws them a quizzical look before turning back to Frank.
"We're out of here," Frank says, grimly. "We're not gonna find anything tonight, not with this noise. You read what the paper said, the ghosts here like quiet."
Gerard curses himself, because really, he should have figured that the newspaper article that they found would also attract others, but he'd been so focused on the task ahead it hadn't even passed his mind. (8,260 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338230 )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  condition:injury  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
doctor_jasley: Measured in Bleakness
REC: A nice space AU in which Gerard and Brendon gets stranded in a scientific impossibility. The relationship development is very well paced and I loved the oldschool science fiction plot and setting. (2012-02-12) I love the old school science fiction feel to the setting and plot of this story. The bleakness of the place their stranded in and their efforts at escape are so vividly realised. (2013-11-19)
QUOTE: When they finally make it out, Gerard has to blink several times. The landscape in front of them is flat, for miles and miles. In all directions. The only thing breaking up the monotony, is the massive quantities of debris, and warped metal, that peppers the flatness in massive puddles of broken ship parts and random bits of shattered-apart satellites.
It looks like a graveyard for space junk. Brendon breaks away from Gerard to circle the wreckage while Gerard stares.
"Whatever happened, it ripped a chuck out of the ship... or several."
Brendon's voice carries in the emptiness, but it sounds dead, listless, out here in the open. Gerard could have sworn that he had heard inflection in Brendon's voice while they were still trapped inside the ship. He takes one last look at the endless horizon line before shrugging and turning to find Brendon. His arm smarts from the motion. Gerard does his best not to pay attention to the pain.
He's alive. That's better than any other alternative. He can't see Mikey, or his parents, again if he's dead.
"Fuck, Gerard, I need your help. I can't open this shaft door alone. The locking system is dead so we have to break into it manually. I can't do it by myself with broken fingers, fuck."
The air around them is still and devoid of warmth. It's also absent of any chill. Gerard's idly thinking about the science fiction shows he and Mikey watched as teenagers while Brendon walks him through opening the shaft door when the door finally lurches forward, swinging open.
A body falls out, broken and very much dead, and lands at their feet. Brendon drops to his knees and Gerard fights not to throw up his breakfast from earlier. They take a minute to calm down before climbing up into the passageway.
Searching the fragment of the ship, doesn't turn up any survivors. Only more dead people. Apparently, they're the only two left alive, but it's a curious thing.
Most of the ship is nowhere to be found. There's just pieces of it wrecked, twisted up bodies littered amongst the debris, but the majority of the passengers, crew, and ship, just aren't here.
Gerard doesn't know what to make of it.
Eventually, they settle down next to the gutted-out ruins of an old deep-space telescope. Gerard passes out a rationed amount of the food and water they found while looking for survivors. Brendon sits next to him and doesn't touch his rations. (7,890 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339238 & http://doctor-jasley.dreamwidth.org/75469.html )
author:doctor_jasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:mechanic  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Brendon/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
shiningartifact: Nerd Perfect
REC: Frank wants to make sure their day off will make Gerard happy. The one where Frank and Gerard watch a lot of movies and have a lot of orgasms. It's an absolutely *brilliant* story. Total perfection! It's funny and sweet and warm and dorky and full of love and scorchingly hot sex. I love the way they're both written - Frank's feelings for Gerard and how hard he works to make their day off something that will make Gerard happy, Gerard and his unashamed nerdiness and the dicotomy of the way he behaves onstage and in private - and the way they are together - the banter and silliness and constant underlaying love and the ever-present simmer of sexuality. Probably my favourite no_tags story this year. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: Frank laughs a little and slides his fingers out of Gerard's mouth. He smears saliva across Gerard's face, makes him look even more debauched than he already does with his face all flushed, damp hair clinging to his forehead. Gerard gives him that same little smile and presses his face into Frank's shoulder for a second before rocking back on his heels and standing up slowly. He reaches down to help Frank up.
"God, I needed that." Gerard's voice is raw and wrecked. "Haven't blown you since, um -" He looks at the ceiling, running his thumb across his bottom lip and then sticking it in his mouth to gnaw on the nail.
Frank pulls Gerard's hand out of his mouth. "It was on the plane back from Copenhagen, remember?"
"Oh, shit, right." Gerard giggles. "Fucking airplane bathroom gymnastics." He starts to bite the thumbnail of his other hand and then proceeds to talk around the finger. "You came so hard I couldn't swallow it all." The corner of his mouth quirks up in a soft smile. "It was messy."
"I remember." Frank grins, easy and open, and they both do up their pants. Frank tugs his shirt down and does the same to Gerard's. He leans in close and says, "Hey, so. I want to take you on a date."
Gerard looks startled. "Aren't you supposed to do that shit *before* you start fucking?" He sounds pleased, though.
"That's the point. I want to take you somewhere awesome, just us. You need a break. Fuck, we all do." And that was maybe the wrong thing to say, because Gerard's face falls and he looks off to the other side of the stage. Frank curses under his breath and mumbles, "Shit, sorry."
"No, it's cool," Gerard says, slipping his hand into his hair and pulling a little. "I just miss him, you know?"
"Yeah," Frank sighs. "I know. Me too."
"But like," Gerard stops for a second and drops his hand. "I've never played shows without him before. It's fucking weird. And -"
Gerard trails off, and Frank says, "Of course, dude. He's your brother. It fucking sucks, and I get that, and we have a day off tomorrow, thank fuck." He softens his voice. "And I'm going to take you somewhere awesome."
Gerard smiles and then his eyes go a little wicked and he says, "We could just stay in the hotel room all day." His cheeks flush again, and Frank's heart actually seems to skip a beat. Gerard was choking on his dick not five minutes ago and now he's blushing like a fucking schoolgirl. Fuck, he's so gone for this dude.
Frank slides his hand down Gerard's back and grabs his ass, pulling Gerard close. "God, you feel fucking good," he whispers, and his voice goes all low like it's a come-on. "That's a solid fucking backup plan." (9,750 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339192 & http://shiningartifact.dreamwidth.org/43921.html & http://shiningartifact.livejournal.com/48333.html )
author:shiningartifact  fandom:Bandom  concept:film  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:public.sex  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  setting:cinema/theater  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
alpheratz: Ready For You
REC: This time it's Gerard's turn. A wonderful Waycest story, so intense and hot. I love the way Mikey tries so hard to keep cool and take care of Gerard. I also really liked the sense of shared history. That this has been with them a long time and that what happened this time is maybe just a natural development of this thing between them. (3,560 words)
QUOTE: He leads Gerard into the room and shuts the door behind them.
Gerard's wrists are pulsing hot and fast under Mikey's fingers, and his pupils are blown. "Mikey, Mikey," he says, "Mikey, I need to..." and steps closer, plasters himself against Mikey's body, and presses his face into Mikey's neck. This close, Mikey can feel how hard Gerard is, how he's shaking. He thinks he can feel it inside, too, a shockingly clear memory of desperately arching up against Gerard himself, months ago, and how Gerard had touched his waist and cradled the back of his skull, keeping him steady.
Gerard slides his dry lips over the side of Mikey's neck, rubs them against the tendon there, kisses gently, and then bites down hard.
"Oh fuck, Gerard, Jesus," Mikey chokes out. "Give me some fucking warning next time?"
Gerard makes a little guilty noise and lets go, bites down more gently on the spot radiating pain through Mikey's entire *neck*, *goddammit*, and drags his teeth upwards, scraping the skin but not too badly. Okay, Mikey can work with that.
"Yeah, come on, let's just get on the bed," says Mikey, walking backwards and pulling Gerard with him, trying to crane his neck to see where the bed is, so he doesn't trip and make both of them fall. Gerard isn't very good at this part, at getting them alone when Mikey needs it, but Mikey is, and he won't let Gerard get hurt if he can help it.
He crab-walks up the bed, coaxing Gerard along, and settles against the pillows, spreading his legs, so Gerard can crawl between them and lean with his back against Mikey's chest. "Do you just want to beat off like last time? That worked okay, right?"
Gerard hisses and presses a hand against his crotch. "Uhh. Yeah. Yeah. But last time, when it was you, you -" He tilts his head back, lets it fall onto Mikey's shoulder, jostling the bruise blooming there, looks into Mikey's eyes. His face is upside down, and there's spit on his lips and smeared to one side of his red mouth, and his hair's half-plastered to his forehead, half-sticking up. He looks stupid and gorgeous, and he's Mikey's brother, and Mikey pushes down the surge of want like always. Mikey hates that this happens to them, but they'd been over this. It's okay. They deal.
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338130 )
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  concept:fuck.or.die  condition:in.heat  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:sex.toys  smut:masturbation  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2012.Big.Day.Out  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  smut:rimming  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Take Back the Life You Stole (Sharpest Lives 'verse 12)
REC: Poison won't let Gerard fuck him. Another wonderful story from the Sharpest Lives universe, with the usual excellent characterisations. The comments about their relationship from the rest of the Killjoys in the parenthesis are so funny and the sex is scorchingly hot. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: He doesn't let himself care about anyone outside of his crew and while he has some really goodtimes with Gerard, that's all it is. Maybe he hooks up with Gerard more than his previous casuals, but so what? Doesn't mean anything other than Gerard's good with his hands and his mouth. (Gerard has this *thing*, where he licks his palm, making it wet and slick, before wrapping it around Poison's cock and - yeah, Poison likes that.)
("Dunno, Poison. You see him move on stage?" Ghoul thrust his hips in a crude parody of sex and leered at Poison. "He could probably fuck you through the floor." Poison tackled Ghoul and sat on him, tickling him until Ghoul cried uncle through his giggles.)
Gerard's really different than anyone else Poison has met. Poison likes him, not just for the things they do to each other in filthy bathroom stalls, but for his heart. Gerard wants the world to be a better place for everyone: Zonerunners, motorbabies, Dracs and the good little citizens of Bat City.
Poison doesn't think it'll ever happen, not while BL/ind is still around. Gerard's vision of what the world should be helps Poison remember what the Killjoys are fighting for. Why they're risking their lives. Make some noise, motorbaby.
And he's not so sure about the details, but the big picture? Yeah, he can get behind that. Glitter and kittens for everybody. ("Kitttens?" Ghoul just giggles and giggles.)
Poison does things that he wouldn't normally do, because of Gerard. Like kiss. Kissing isn't something he does lightly. Kissing has *consequences*, like getting your heart broken or catching a disease.
Gerard kisses as if it's the most important thing in the universe, focusing every fiber of his being on the kiss. It's intense and addictive. It makes Poison shiver and thread his fingers through Gerard's sweaty hair to hold him still while he drinks from Gerard's mouth. ("More," he pants against Gerard's lips. "More.") (1,480 words)
(also at http://no-tags.livejournal.com/67674.html )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:band.with.a.twist  occupation:rebel  occupation:musician  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  smut:rimming  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Twenty Percent Down
REC: The one where Frank convinces Gerard that they should buy a house. A delightful romp full of fluffy, happy fun, with a nice helping of really hot sex. I loved Frank's voice. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: "Why is she here?" Gerard asks out of the side of his mouth as he awkwardly stands in a closet.
"You need a realtor to get to see these places," Frank says reasonably, and gets into the closet with Gerard. It's really huge in here. Like, probably bigger than his first bedroom, and the shelves go about three feet over his head. He'd need a *stepladder* to get to his stuff. "She's got six places lined up to show us today."
The two of them stand there silently for a moment, gazing up at the shelves. "Do you like it?" Frank asks.
"It's a closet," Gerard shrugs.
"Not just the closet, the *house*."
"I don't know," Gerard hedges. "This is weird. It's like playing a video game. Like, 'what would you do if you could create a house.' It doesn't seem real."
"It's real." Frank had met with the bank and they're pre-qualified for a decent mortgage. A *really* decent mortgage. They don't care about Gerard's credit - he's been fine for years now, and for the older stuff they just wanted a couple of letters explaining what the issue had been, and how it's changed now. The big thing was the down payment and the words 'twenty percent down' went a long way, apparently. They're not married, but they're co-signers on the mortgage, and the realtor lady doesn't seem to be blinking an eye at the two of them spending kind of a long time in the closet.
Gerard looks at him with worried eyes. "No one's gonna let us buy a *house*, Frankie."
"They are." Frank loops his arms around Gerard's waist and looks at him. It feels - really fucking weirdly domestic. "I promise. I have the pre-qualification paperwork right here in my pocket."
"I don't even know exactly what that *means*," Gerard frets.
"It means it's fine." Frank kisses him. "It means we get to buy a house. I promise."
"I don't know." Gerard drags his feet as Frank tugs him out of the closet. "What if -" He bites his lip. "I mean, how do you know -"
"*There* you boys are!" Sheila, the realtor, exclaims, rounding the corner into the bedroom as they emerge from the closet. "Have you seen the studio space?" (7,510 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339108 & http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/847220.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:house.hunting  activity:moving  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  time:the.hiatus  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
allyndra: Working Title
REC: The one where Frank and Gerard are actors in Hollywood. This was lots of fun. I loved the comparisons between what would have happened in their respective films and what really happened. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: If it had been a movie, there would have been gobs of unresolved sexual tension and will-they-or-won't-they until finally one of them broke down and admitted his feelings. Possibly in the rain.
(That is, if it had been one of Frank's movies. If it had been one of Gerard's, they would have had adrenaline-fueled sex while crammed into a tiny space, hiding from alien bounty hunters. Gerard wasn't sure which of those scenarios was more romantic.)
The way it actually happened was, they started talking at that first table read and never really stopped. Frank was easliy the most hilarious, inappropriate, rad guy Gerard had ever worked with. And he was openly jealous of Gerard's career. Gerard knew, because about two minutes after the table-read ended, Frank leaned back in his chair and said, "I'm so fucking jealous of your career, man."
Which Gerard could understand, because he had lucked into a whole series of awesome monster movies and only slightly lame scifi movies, while Frank had been doing fluffball romantic comedies pretty much forever. Their current film, which was a spy thriller, was totally breaking the mold for Frank, and even then, he was playing the cute and non-threatening tech guy.
[...] He looked around at the rapidly emptying room and said, "Hey, do you wanna go get a coffee?" When Gerard bit his lip and nodded, Frank added, "I should clarify, by 'Get a coffee,' I mean 'Go back to my place and make out.'"
Gerard practically choked on a laugh. "Yeah," he said. "That actually sounds awesome."
They wound up getting coffee *and* making out, which is how Gerard knew it was gonna be love. (1,880 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/345957 )
author:allyndra  fandom:Bandom  activity:film.making  activity:coming.out  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:actor  relationship:UST  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:omni  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
snarkydame: The Edges of This Map Have Been Burned
REC: What if the Killjoys had taken to the oceans instead of the desert? Gerard is lost and gets taken by BL/Ind's top captain, Korse. The rest of the guys have to get him back. Hopefully whole. This is an absolutely wonderful story with fantastic worldbuilding and completely engrossing plot. The writing is very vivid, it almost feels like you're there onboard the Neon Angel yourself. I would love to read more stories in this universe, it's beautiful and terrifying and completely fascinating. I also liked the way the guys interacted, the easy banter and obvious familiarity of people who've known and worked together for a long time. Gerard's recover is handled very well and I liked that it was allowed to take time and that he'd to work through some of it on his own. (2012-02-12) Still love this story enormously. Particularly the incredibly vivid writing and the way it makes me feel like I'm there myself. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: The lights were swaying violently now, as waves rocked the hull. Gerard squinted as much against their flaring brightness as against the sharply cooling air. The engines coughed beneath his feet, and he heard Frankie shouting, incomprehensible beneath the deck.
He jumped over the heavy bolted collar that kept their jury-rigged mainmast secure on the Angel's scarred wooden deck.
In his haste, he fumbled the harness clip - "Fuck it," he growled, hardly hearing himself. The wind had risen to a teeth-clenching whistle, and he could feel the mast thrumming its response already, the sails still furled. He left the harness hanging and hauled himself up the knotted rope ladder hand over fist.
The big ship guns spit stuttering neon fire off the stern, Mikey firing more to judge range than do damage. The BL/ind ship couldn't be that close already. The heavy barrels gleamed white hot in their turrets.
Between the storm and the guns and the dancing, swinging lanterns, Gerard could only see in frozen, stuttered bursts of light, like the world had been set on strobe. He reached for lines that were there, and not, and there again - the strobe was messing with his depth perception.
But he found the right lines, released the right gaskets, and the sails came unrolled like manteling wings. He took a deep breath and hung tight to the rigging as they flung themselves open. The Neon Angel groaned, and the lanterns swung uniformly to the starboard side, as the wind in the sails dragged the ship over.
The air was flavored with the acidic bite of rain. The BL/ind ship was firing back. He saw Ray, at the tiller, duck under a brilliant green flash that scorched the wheelhouse.
At least, the thought came, wild and fleeting, they weren't shooting cannons.
He wrapped his sleeves over his palms and jumped for the harness rope, hanging an arm's length from the ladder. The rope bit through the heavy cotton, but it didn't shred his hands as he swung himself out and down, letting go to grab hold of the ladder again. He caught a glimpse of white tipped waves beneath him - the ship was keeled so far over he couldn't see the deck.
He wrapped his legs around the spar and hauled in the lines two handed. The sails resisted, so heavy it felt like he was trying to drag the ship straight all by himself.
But slowly, agonizingly, he pulled the sails in until they were stretched drum tight. The ship lept forward like she'd been goosed, and the waves sprayed high enough to drench Gerard, even before the rain came down.
Once it did, he couldn't see his hands in the rigging - couldn't see anything as more than formless smears of colored light through the water. He couldn't hear anything but thunder - from the storm, from the guns, from the engines that roared suddenly to life, as if Frank had pulled a Frankenstein and harnessed the storm itself.
Gerard breathed rain, grinning, and ducked his head before he drowned.
His muscles quivered, burning. The Angel bucked and thundered through the waves, outpacing the white ship.
"Yeah, you rat bastards!" He yelled into the rain, hardly hearing himself.
The ship hit a rising wave and flung itself sideways. His hands slipped on the rope. (10,060 words)
(also at http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/5586.html & http://snarkydame.livejournal.com/128469.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  beings:animals.squids  beings:animals.whales  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:medication  concept:rape  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:pirate  relationship:established  setting:beach/lake/ocean  setting:ship/submarine  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.Pirate.Big.Bang  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  things:storm  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: Angel On My Shoulder, Devil At My Door
REC: Frank just wanted a cigarette and some peace and quiet for a few minutes. A both hot and interesting story about Frank's close encounter with Fun Ghoul. The collision of their very similar personalities make sparks fly everywhere. (2012-02-05)
QUOTE: "Give me a fucking match already, Jesus."
Ghoul made an agreeable noise. "Whatever you say, motorbaby."
"And don't call me that," Frank muttered, leaning in to lit up on the new match. He stepped back, taking one big draw - and oh, *fuck yeah*, that was it, right there, catching in the back of his throat and thrilling through his veins - before passing Ghoul a fresh cigarette.
They smoked in silence, until Frank was burning his fingers on the very last breaths. [...] "Thanks for the flame," he said, crushing what was left of the cigarette under his heel and pushing off the wall.
And then Ghoul was there in front of him, his own cigarette gone and his hands on Frank's hips, mouth breathing hot over Frank's own. "Where you going in such a hurry, pretty boy?" he said, low enough to barely buzz at Frank's lips. Frank didn't push him away - that would've been stupid, more likely to get him a fucking gun in his face than anything else - but he did try to shake Ghoul's hands off. It only put him closer, and oh yeah, Ghoul was hard. Fucking *Killjoys*, man.
"Fuck off, Ghoul." He kind of wanted to bitch at being called pretty, too, but Gerard got pissed if he heard him do that. And Frank had already sat through enough lectures on gender equality to want to hear it again, even in his own head.
Ghoul hummed, and even this close, Frank could see the flash of teeth. "Y'don't really want that, do you, motorbaby?"
"You don't know shit about what I want."
"Think I might." And yeah, fuck, that was Ghoul's hand up against his crotch, the hard-on Frank had been trying to ignore. He hissed through his teeth, and Ghoul let out a small "Heh," pressing harder. Frank was going to fucking *kill* him. "Told you," he muttered, right in Frank's ear, and Frank was *this goddamn close* to punching the smug fucker in his smug mouth, when he bit down on Frank's earlobe. That was - that was playing *dirty*, deliberate, more than enough to send Frank's knees out from under him, make him whine. (2,440 words)
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  things:tattoos  occupation:rebel  smut:handjob  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Fun.Ghoul(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
tempore: Fast and Hard (Ghosts in the Machine 'verse 2)
REC: Party Poison's theory about demasking the dracs works, leaving Fun Ghoul helping Gerard escape his life as a drac. A very interesting story with a new, cool way of explaining what's going on in the Killjoys universe. I really liked the way both Fun Ghoul and the former-drac Gerard were written. (2012-02-05) Still love this glimpse into a very different take on the Killjoys. It's such a cool way of looking at what's going on in this universe.
QUOTE: "So you want to hold up mirrors to their faces?" Ghoul asked. "I mean, that's going to be problematic given that they'll be firing at us. I'm all for conversion, but it doesn't do me a world of good if I'm ghosted."
Poison held up his sunglasses, old-school aviators. "That's why we need to be wearing these."
"But they're still wearing masks."
"We have to get the masks off whenever we can," Poison said. "It won't always work, but it might."
And the thing was, it did. Enough so that the masks became harder and harder to remove, to the point where Ghoul wouldn't be surprised if someday, he'd be ghosted and wake up in the pod already wearing one.
But it got them Gerard, as well as a few others, even if Poison did still get dusted that day.
Ghoul hadn't thought it was going to work, but he kept waiting for Poison to go down under his clone's gun and it didn't happen. Instead, he'd turned his head as if slightly puzzled and dropped the gun, his other hand reaching up to his face, even as another drac took Poison down with a shot in the side.
Ghoul saw Korse, saw him snarl and take aim at the clone who just stood there, looking around, utterly confused, and he acted. He didn't know how he got to him, just grabbed him and they were running, Jet behind them covering their backs. Kobra had gone down as well; but Ghoul wasn't too worried - they'd get them back inside a few weeks, he was reasonably sure. Their personalities just kept getting stronger.
The clone stumbled ahead of him but regained his equilibrium somehow. They got separated from Jet, but Ghoul didn't dare look back or slow down. The thing about always coming back was that there was no point in stupid heroic acts. They all had to take care of themselves.
Gerard, though, he was barely recognizing himself; he'd take a lot longer to get out of the system again, which was Party's whole reason for going in there and going down in the first place. Get as many out as possible, and today it had only been one.
"What's your name?" Ghoul asked him, fingers gripping tight to the wheel of the trans am as they sped down the tunnel. The clone ducked as they were fired at; Ghoul swerved, cursing.
"I um..." He blinked. "They called me Gerard. The pale one; yeah. He called me Gerard, once. And the others, too." (1,920 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/707.html?thread=12483#cmt12483 )
author:tempore  fandom:Bandom  activity:rescue  activity:gun.fights  activity:detoxing  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:cloning  concept:violence  concept:consent.issues  condition:amnesia  occupation:rebel  smut:fucking  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Gerard(primary)  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  pov:Fun.Ghoul  universe:Ghost.in.the.Machine.verse  concept:brainwashing  concept:medication  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
*anonymous: untitled Killjoys fic
REC: Party Poison has had to walk home through the desert. A lovely look at Poison and Gerard's relationship. (2012-02-05)
QUOTE: Gerard eases around the corner and Poison sees with disgust that his ray gun is holstered. Gerard doesn't bother to mask his surprise; he lets his emotions role over his face in such a naked display that it makes Poison half envious and half scared.
"Gun ready," Poison tries to say but his voice rasps in his dry throat.
"Knew it was you," Gerard says ignoring Poison's frown and coming forward so that he can curl his arms around Poison's waist.
Poison hugs back instinctively, enjoying the familiar solid weight of Gerard's body against him even though it makes him feel hot. Gerard smells like the thinner he uses in his paints. It's the smell that permeates Poison's clothes when he sees Gerard. It's a safe smell for him. The smell that tells him he's home. (435 words)
author:*anonymous  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  pov:Party.Poison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: And Never Be Afraid Again
REC: Adorably sweet little high school ficlet in which Frank defends Gerard's honour. (2012-02-05)
QUOTE: Frank hits the jock right in the nose and tackles him, kneeing him between the legs and punching him a couple of more times for good measure before getting up and brushing himself off. "Watch who you call names, motherfucker," he spits down at the dude, who's too busy clutching at his junk and moaning to really pay attention.
Gerard is shocked, pale.
Frank jerks his head toward the double-doors of the exit, past the endless rows of identical lockers. "Let's go."
Gerard meekly follows him outside and around to the little alley the smokers use. There's no one there; everyone is in class except for Gerard and Frank and the asshole who called Gerard - called Gerard *that* word.
Shaking off his surprise, Gerard turns to Frank. "What the fuck, dude?" Gerard hisses. "You just - jumped that guy for no reason. Violence is never the answer."
Frank looks at him, eyes wide. He doesn't understand why Gerard is mad at *him*. "Are you serious?" When Gerard continues to scowl, Frank shakes his head. "He called you a -" He has to take a deep calming breath, because just thinking about it makes his blood boil. "- a cocksucker."
Frank's stomach is one big knot of anger and fear and worry. He wants so much to keep Gerard safe from all the vicious names that people call him because he's different.
Gerard makes a vague 'get on with it' gesture. "And?"
Frank growls a little. Gerard can be clueless sometimes. (596 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/707.html?thread=7619#cmt7619 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:bullying  activity:brawling  activity:coming.out  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:high.school  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
sylvaine: Blood & Pencils
REC: Being a vampire has drawbacks, but Gerard didn't think one of them would be being unable to do his homework for art class. An absolutely delightful little story. I would love to read more in this universe. (2012-02-05)
QUOTE: "Your homework, which is due on Monday," the professor adds, "is to apply what you've learned about portraiture this week and do a self-portrait."
Well, shit. All thoughts of the merits of 3B versus HB pencils and way-out-of-his-league art student girls grind to a halt. How the hell is he supposed to draw a self-portrait? he hasn't seen his own face in three years, ever since he and Mikey got mugged by that fucking vampire on their way home from a concert they hadn't even been allowed to go to. Mostly it's been okay, after the first terrible week where they were lost and confused and all but feral from bloodlust. Once the local vampires showed up and got them under control, explained what had happened and told them where to get clean, uncontaminated blood if you didn't have enough donors, it was fine. Sometimes even awesome - Gerard loves that he doesn't need much sleep anymore, he can survive totally comfortably on only two hours of deathsleep per day, and turning into a bat is still as fucking rad as it was the first time.
This though? This freaking sucks. He'd really rather not be outed as a mythical, blood-sucking creature because of a fucking *art class assignment*.
He flips his collar up and buries his hands in his pockets before heading outside, skirting around the edge of the buildings for the protection their sparse shade provides him from the glaring sunlight. It's not gonna kill him, but prolonged exposure (where 'prolonged' means 'anything longer than five minutes') to direct sunlight gives him really nasty burns that take far too much blood and sleep to heal, especially with blood being as fucking expensive as it is.
The first thing he does, when he gets to his dorm room, is call Mikey. (1,170 words)
(also at http://sylvaine.dreamwidth.org/25293.html )
author:sylvaine  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  beings:vampires  concept:art  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:student.college  relationship:brothers  setting:college  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
february 2012 by turlough

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