*__* Wow. Well, since this was F!F, it only seems fitting that:
Bon alors ça c'est la base, comme dix sortes d'étonnant. Probablement plus. Je ne sais même pas quoi dire, etc. ♥__♥ Wow. Juste. Seriously. Vous êtes propriétaire de mon âme en ce moment. C'était au-delà de awesome. Dude, vous devriez tout de divorce et de se marier Jayd moi, etc. À l'heure actuelle.
Je t'aime! Vous savez que cela a été pour vous. Il va me manquer lorsque vous vous laissez si ... Merci de m'avoir aidé avec elle. L'épopée ... Français ... fic est grâce à vous, Mo. <3
And now I quote back your entire fic and add flaily commentary XD:
“But Jon!” Brendon’s stamina for argument was vast and foreboding. “How will we know where all the historical buildings are without the tour guide?”
“I’ll buy you a pamphlet,” he deadpanned, and turned to watch the blur of green pass by the window
Oh god. *snort*
Brendon’s head was slumped over onto his shoulder, face relaxed through quiet snores and body bouncing lightly with the bumps under the bus’s tires. The way you describe things, omg. Perfect, seriously.
It was just like this in Germany and England and the other countries they’d seen so far. Brendon would get an awed look in his eye, and then spend the rest of the trip behind the lens. I love that because it just gives Brendon's character this sudden and amazing depth.
The reason they picked it over the others was the piano. There was a piano and Brendon was more excited about that than the mini-bar Jon was currently distracted with.Fucking YES. SO
( ... )
PART DEUX [lol]lumberxjillJune 24 2009, 05:26:24 UTC
Brendon stumbled back a few steps and gave Jon a wild look. “You can’t touch me. I claim sanctuary!” There are no words. =]
Ryan smiled. It’s too easy around Brendon. Characterization <3
When it’s not day, and it’s not night, just a sort of beautiful limbo in between, stuck between to polar opposites and yet, perfectly alone. He likes dawn too, but there’s always the stress of the day to come. Now, he feels accomplished. Another day well done, the dimming twilight tells him. He raised his camera, and changed the exposure a little. Aim, focus, click.
Perfect wording, bby.
It’s light. It’s carefree. It’s comfortable. Ryan almost wanted to buy a stuffed animal for Brendon, but they moved on before he made up his mind. French!RYAN is too cute, omg.
Brendon did as told with a confused look, soon followed by an awkward laugh, as Ryan raised the necklace to Brendon’s neck and clasped it at the back. It fell just under Brendon’s collar, low enough to tuck under is shirt if he wished
( ... )
PART... THREE XDlumberxjillJune 24 2009, 05:27:36 UTC
Ryan could make out the subtle jut of his shoulder blades through his t-shirt. Shoulder blades! Ily, bby <3
Ryan shrugged off the fabric, exposing the bones of his shoulders and lean muscles of his arms, turning slightly to further expose his chest and stomach. The amusement was almost gone from his face, replaced with something Brendon couldn’t describe. Click.
My brain has melted out of my ear. I am dead.
They leaned back onto the bed when Brendon’s knees touched the edge, the perfectly smooth covers wrinkling under them. Ryan’s kissing grew more forceful, pushing any coherent thoughts out of Brendon’s mind. Ryan was the only word that remained, etching itself into his mind forever. DEAD, I TELL YOU.
And that was it. Brendon’s trust was entirely Ryan’s now. He had complete and total power over him, and there was no turning back. There were no do-over’s. There was nothing left but everything. FUCKING DEAD.
“You know what, Ryan. Stop being such a girl. Man up. Go tell him how you feel
( ... )
Holy shit that was gorgeous! I could quote every line I like but that would mean copy-and-pasting the whole fic here. JEEZ. This is going to my Mems, seriously. It has PARIS, Jesus Christ, PARIS, the one place I would die to go and live at. AND FRENCH, holymotherofchrist. THAT IS MY EFFIN GUILTY PLEASURE AND IT WAS THERE. AND JE T`AIME, JESUS, I DIED RIGHT THEN AND THERE. And the end was just perfect. It's totally happily every after meshed into more beautiful words. ♥
I don't think it would be possible for me not to comment on this fic. It makes me wish I spoke french. *runs to library to check out "learn to speak french CD's*
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Bon alors ça c'est la base, comme dix sortes d'étonnant. Probablement plus. Je ne sais même pas quoi dire, etc. ♥__♥ Wow. Juste. Seriously. Vous êtes propriétaire de mon âme en ce moment. C'était au-delà de awesome. Dude, vous devriez tout de divorce et de se marier Jayd moi, etc. À l'heure actuelle.
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Je t'aime! Vous savez que cela a été pour vous. Il va me manquer lorsque vous vous laissez si ... Merci de m'avoir aidé avec elle. L'épopée ... Français ... fic est grâce à vous, Mo. <3
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ILoveyousofuckingmuch, you have no idea.
And now I quote back your entire fic and add flaily commentary XD:
“But Jon!” Brendon’s stamina for argument was vast and foreboding. “How will we know where all the historical buildings are without the tour guide?”
“I’ll buy you a pamphlet,” he deadpanned, and turned to watch the blur of green pass by the window
Oh god. *snort*
Brendon’s head was slumped over onto his shoulder, face relaxed through quiet snores and body bouncing lightly with the bumps under the bus’s tires.
The way you describe things, omg. Perfect, seriously.
It was just like this in Germany and England and the other countries they’d seen so far. Brendon would get an awed look in his eye, and then spend the rest of the trip behind the lens.
I love that because it just gives Brendon's character this sudden and amazing depth.
The reason they picked it over the others was the piano. There was a piano and Brendon was more excited about that than the mini-bar Jon was currently distracted with.Fucking YES. SO ( ... )
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There are no words. =]
Ryan smiled. It’s too easy around Brendon.
Characterization <3
When it’s not day, and it’s not night, just a sort of beautiful limbo in between, stuck between to polar opposites and yet, perfectly alone. He likes dawn too, but there’s always the stress of the day to come. Now, he feels accomplished. Another day well done, the dimming twilight tells him. He raised his camera, and changed the exposure a little. Aim, focus, click.
Perfect wording, bby.
It’s light. It’s carefree. It’s comfortable. Ryan almost wanted to buy a stuffed animal for Brendon, but they moved on before he made up his mind.
French!RYAN is too cute, omg.
Brendon did as told with a confused look, soon followed by an awkward laugh, as Ryan raised the necklace to Brendon’s neck and clasped it at the back. It fell just under Brendon’s collar, low enough to tuck under is shirt if he wished ( ... )
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Ryan could make out the subtle jut of his shoulder blades through his t-shirt.
Shoulder blades! Ily, bby <3
Ryan shrugged off the fabric, exposing the bones of his shoulders and lean muscles of his arms, turning slightly to further expose his chest and stomach. The amusement was almost gone from his face, replaced with something Brendon couldn’t describe. Click.
My brain has melted out of my ear. I am dead.
They leaned back onto the bed when Brendon’s knees touched the edge, the perfectly smooth covers wrinkling under them. Ryan’s kissing grew more forceful, pushing any coherent thoughts out of Brendon’s mind. Ryan was the only word that remained, etching itself into his mind forever.
DEAD, I TELL YOU.
And that was it. Brendon’s trust was entirely Ryan’s now. He had complete and total power over him, and there was no turning back. There were no do-over’s. There was nothing left but everything.
FUCKING DEAD.
“You know what, Ryan. Stop being such a girl. Man up. Go tell him how you feel ( ... )
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=DDD
Ily!
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XD That was the plan. Make incoherent keymashes.
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Paris is magic. French-speaking Ryan is magic. Mhm. XD Glad you're dead, only... not literally, but you know what I mean.
Thanks soooo much. <3
(I'll get that beta'd thingey back to you asap)
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It is, amazing, but it's more as well.
thank you for writing it.
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It makes me wish I spoke french.
*runs to library to check out "learn to speak french CD's*
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