Aug. 10th, 2016 12:20 am
brandywine28: (trickc)
Since I'm still stuck in a pop daze (twelve hours and counting!), I figure I may as well share this. Presented without comment, because the last thing I need is a bunch of bitter Lance fans chasing after me with pitchforks.

Fic-wise, ha! I knew someone had written this! And written it damn well, too. Marzipan!JC is gladdening my heart even further on this already joyous day. And I don't even like marzipan!

(As for what we know went down last night for real, I'm hearing there was a Justin-led roast of JC and also some serenading, but I'm not finding any footage! Anyone? Twitter and Tumblr peeps -- little help, please?)

And finally, while I'm still in a linkin'-to-things mood: this has absolutely nothing to do with NSYNC, but is kinda great anyway.
brandywine28: (trickc)
Gasp! My heart! She explodes!

So I know there's no way I'm the first to link to The Photo today -- in fact, I may be the very last -- but, c'mon. Like hell I wasn't gonna call attention to the greatness, or the majesty, or the foreground TrickC. LIKE HELL.

(But seriously, when they're writing out my obituary, tell them to put down "casual boyband intimacy" under Cause of Death. Or maybe "Possessive!Chris". Either one is good.)


Also! For someone who, at any given moment, is probably thinking about JC Chasez in a cravat and riding boots, it's taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize his b-day's on August 8th. THE 8TH. Meaning: he could be a Sensate!! THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
brandywine28: (squid)
Just popping my head up out of Box City like a boyband-loving gopher to briefly draw attention to the fact that AJ was in Vegas last weekend and the thing happened! That's right, like Lance Bass before him, he went to see Britney's show, got pulled up on stage, harnessed, and was forced to do the thing! The thing!!

Also, if Aaron Carter's twitter can be believed, he officially endorsed Donald Trump, renounced him (I think?? I'm not too clear, to be honest), and watched The Revenant, all in a span of about six hours this past Saturday -- but, oh God, please don't make me go back through his timeline to find the relevant links. I don't think I can do it. I'm not strong enough. All I'm fit for right now is sitting here and fantasizing about The Thing.
brandywine28: (squid)
Gah! To stalk or not to stalk? ETHICAL DILEMMAS, YO.

Lance has, perhaps unwisely, posted photos of the view from his apartment window and, omg, I'm pretty sure I can use them to pinpoint exactly where he lives. (By the looks of it, dude's got a place right in the heart of Rockefeller Center. What the hell? I truly thought, before today, that no actual humans lived in that area - just, like, spunky heroines in sitcoms about New York.)

I'm not saying I'm gonna use this information for evil. I'm just...saying.
brandywine28: (trickc)
Look, I'm all for NSYNC-ish supremacy, but claiming they're better than BSB on the basis of Justin alone? That he's some kind of gold-plated superbeing who can elevate mundane crap just by touching it? Is a terrible, terrible argument.

I rebuke thee, Erin Strecker. I rebuke thee in the name of Chris Kirkpatrick and his cute little elf ears.

*link gakked from [ profile] zebraljb
brandywine28: (pretty JC)
Awesome-terrible boyband puns and matte red clown blush! My two greatest loves, combined!

But seriously, I hope it goes without saying that these are perfect and I kinda want ALL OF THEM. And also that the name Seven Minutes in Kevin cannot possibly be an accident - it's way too filthily hilarious. Whoever came up with that one is probably still giggling to themselves.

As well they should be. As well they should be.


Dec. 14th, 2014 05:14 am
brandywine28: (hunx)
Lance Bass apparently had a penis-themed bachelor party and I feel that ATTENTION MUST BE PAID.

Although...isn't Lance's whole life pretty much penis-themed at this point?
brandywine28: (squid)
My Sesa-writing has a very specific soundtrack this year.*

Does this mean I can blame Chris if the fic bombs? Or should I cut out the middleman and blame Def Leppard instead?

* - Not a story clue! I repeat, not a story clue! I Chris. A lot. :)
brandywine28: (squid)
Anyone who's read my most recent MtYG story (so...two of you) should have no trouble understanding why I keep coming back to this photo again and again and just...totally losing it. Losing it.

ETA: so very, very unrelated, but good God, how fantasta-wonderful is it that, with thousands upon thousands of fans not-so-quietly clamoring for new content, unreleased music, news about future projects, this - this - is the kind of thing JC chooses to share on Twitter? *brushes away tears of happiness* That man, I swear. He's basically the pop star equivalent of that "I like turtles" kid. His whole personality is just one huge non sequitur. :)
brandywine28: (winter candles)
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Britney Spears walking Lance Bass on a leash, to much cheering and acclaim.

And lo, it was good. Awesome, in fact. (I know I'm mixing up my Bible-y and my Christmassy lingos, but it's totally worth it.)

ETA: Aaah! I see that [ profile] pensnest beat me to it! Not that I blame her, of course - this is front page worthy news right here. (Has anyone called the Times yet? :)
brandywine28: (trickc)
So it appears Lance's pet name for his fiancée is 'Turkey', which is about as face-meltingly adorable as it gets. And thus I am torn, 'cos I've been hearing all these vague fan murmurings over the last week or so, things about how Michael is shady and golddigger-y and quite possibly the second coming of Reichen ("The Many Loves of Lance, Part 2: The Reichen-ing"! Heh.) and...I don't know. I don't know! I s'pose I'll have to console myself with the idea that none of this is any of my business, in any way, on this planet or any other.

Hurricane by [ profile] myalexandria is, by my count, the second all-new fic to have been birthed in the sweet, sweet post-reunion afterglow and it's poignant and understated and chock full of baby!Justin goodness. Justin's pretty perceptive, for a kid. Although, sometimes? It really is all about the TrickC. As it should be. (Yes, I'm biased. No, you're not allowed to judge me.) Featuring a sharper, more dangerous Lance than you usually find in Germany-era fics.

Honestly, I think my favorite thing about this story is just that it exists. All this renewed interest in sparkly shenanigans can stick around for a good long while as far as I'm concerned.

Lastly, just to prove I can talk about something other than boybands--don't roll your eyes at me! I can!--here's something that gave me a much needed laugh this week: it seems the creator of the foam finger is none too happy with Miley Cyrus.
brandywine28: (trickc)
You guys? I'm pretty sure Miley Cyrus is a harbinger of doom. No, really, the second she came sauntering downstage with that giant foam finger we should've known this whole VMAs thing was seriously ill-omened. It did not bode well for the rest of the evening.

Alright. Must. Employ. Yoga breathing. I'm doing my best to wave away aaaaall the pessimism, here, 'cos if I don't focus on the positives I'm liable to cut someone. In no particular order:

1. I've been hoarse all day from screaming "JAYYYCEEEE!!!" at the TV in my best Stanley Kowalski voice. Painful, yes, but I don't mind. It's a solid, tangible reminder that my boy's still got it! As if there were ever any doubt.

2. Seeing all the popslash fen, past and present, coming out of the woodwork for this, all amped up and eager? Warmed the cockles of my heart. Really. The cockles.

Sparkly solidarity: it's important, yo.

3. Last night, less than twelve miles from my apartment, Chris Kirkpatrick put his arm around JC Chasez and posed for a picture. That is all.

4. I feel like I'm maybe - possibly? - ramping up into a headspace that'll allow me to write again. I know. I know. (Maybe I'll finally take a serious crack at that "Mail-Order Bride JC" AU I'm been yammering about to [ profile] zebraljb for, oh, the last 67 months or so.) I still have plenty of NSYNC stories left in me, regardless of time passed, and I'm even comfortable with the fact that there's a very good chance only a half a dozen people will ever read them, so. We'll see. :)
brandywine28: (chasez)
I take it back. I take it ALL back.

T-minus two hours and RAINBOWS. ARE EXPLODING. OUT OF MY EYES. And ricocheting off the walls of my tiny apartment. Oh, it is ON, people.

It's times like this I wish I were a bigger drinker.
brandywine28: (hunx)
Yesterday I told Lara that it feels like my shriveled, desiccated heart might actually be starting to believe again, and you know what? I think it's true. It's not exactly a "rainbows exploding out of my eyes" sort of mindset, but. It's something. It feels...odd. A little itchy in places. But kinda great, too.

So it seems my will-they-or-won't-they reunion-based anxiety is manifesting itself in all sorts of fun and quirky ways. Last night I dreamed that Lance was a serial murderer who the papers had dubbed "The Leprechaun Killer", because he was in the habit of leaving a bejeweled shamrock (?????) at the scene of every crime. I was the grizzled, Eastwood-esque veteran cop charged with hunting him down. I was a loose cannon with a chip on my shoulder and nothing to lose! (Because, y'know, obviously.) Just before I woke up he and I were sharing a banana split at one of those old-timey faux-1950s malt shoppes and he was telling me how much he was looking forward to prison.

Frankly, I'm a little impressed that my unconscious mind invented something so coherent. That's the real news here, I think.
brandywine28: (hunx)
Because, really. If not for Joey, who would have held the giant fluorescent Easter egg?
brandywine28: (chasez)
I was never much for Cameron Bashing--and now that she and Justin are over it seems especially pointless--but when I saw this I just couldn't help myself, man; it was like someone opened the floodgates on all my snark. Yikes. Does she really think squatting in leather shorts and pointing to her boobs is the best way to remind the world she still exists?

Oh, and all I can say is thank jeebus JC wasn't left off of this list--otherwise I might've been forced to go down to their corporate offices and crack some skulls. I know some would call that an overreaction, but to those people I say nope. Not at all. Not when JC's "gorgeous smooth tenor" is in danger of being overlooked. :)

(Also, I could have lived a long, happy life without seeing video evidence of Keri Russell's rapping skills. And couldn't they have found a better photo of Tony? Like maybe one of the many, many dozen in which he's snuggling up to JC? Uh, just saying.)
brandywine28: (Nick Carter)
BSB on GMA: some stray observations

--Make no mistake, Kevin knows EXACTLY how much he's been missed. Cocky bastard. :)

--Lots and lots of preteens/teens in attendance, many of them with very bored-looking parents in tow. Not gonna lie, that surprised me a bit. I ended up befriending a high school-aged girl who was awed/fascinated/enthralled to find out I was both alive and sentient during the TRL years. Ugh. I know, I know--I'm a dinosaur. Don't remind me.

--I scoured the footage, a couple of times, and I'm almost positive I don't show up on camera at any point. I'm thinking this is for the best. My OMG face is none too pretty a sight and does not need to be preserved for posterity.

--Howie kept flashing Kevin these tiny, secretive smiles while the band was tuning up. I melted. :)

--AJ and Brian were color-coordinated! Yay! In, um, yellow-ish brown and black. Yay?

--Kevin was in fine, fine spirits during the soundcheck, goofing around and making fun of Nick's jacket ("Who the hell wears a leather jacket in the summer?", et cetera). At one point he pretended his sciatica was acting up and started fake-limping; it was kind of adorable. (Terrible Fanfic Idea #367: Kevin fakes a back injury so he can get some time off. Meanwhile, everyone else feels guilty for letting him push himself too hard. Cue angsting! And Nick dressing up like a slutty nurse! And also more angsting!)

--The levels of screaming after the line "Am I sexual?"? DEAFENING, YO.

--The award for my favorite fellow fan goes to the guy with the deep, sonorous baritone who kept moaning "HOWIE...HOWIE..." in between rapid fire bouts of Spanish that I could not decipher. At one point he actually started SOBBING, poor thing.

--As for me, I don't know, man. I just. I kept on bursting into laughter. Not AT them, god no; it was more like a spontaneous outpouring of euphoria, totally outside my control. Because Kevin! (...I hope no one thought I was having a nervous breakdown or anything.)

--My vantage point wasn't the greatest, but when Nick and AJ jumped off the stage during "Larger Than Life" I could've sworn Nick momentarily started humping the audience divider thingy, which, if I'm right, is just. Yes.

So...of course I was super late to work after all this. And, of course, I had to endure my coworkers smiling creepily at me all afternoon, since I guess they somehow managed to figure out where I had been. OF COURSE.


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