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Life on the Fashion Scene, by Idyll (G)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: none, gen
Length: ~6k
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idyll
Author Website: Idyll's Fiction Masterlist
Why this must be read: (Quick aside: I see this fic more as AU than xover. Pls tell me if I'm totally breaking the rules.) I am not usually into humor fic. I think people who can write it are amazing, it's just not my thing. Except that this fic, which places the guys of MCR (with a few friends) in the shoes of Project Runway contestants, totally transcends humor fic, seriously. For one thing, Idyll manages to really work with characterization and canon to make this recognizable to bandom peeps, and writes it in a way that knowledge of PR is mostly unnecessary--the story will just be funnier if you DO know something about it. If you want to add a few years to your life by way of cleverness and smiles? This is the fic for you.
Instead, Tim says, "I understand that all of you are passionate individuals, and I'm not one to stifle the manner in which you choose to express yourselves. That being said--" And here he tilts his head and looks at them over the tops of his glasses. "--we are running into the problem of having to censor large chunks of the workroom conversations and individual diaries due to excessive use of expletives."
Everyone stares at Tim in horror; a crazy addendum to the challenge would actually be preferable to what they know is coming.
"I'm asking all of you to be more judicious in your word choices from now on," Tim finishes. He stares each of them down, with that icy gaze of his which books no room for argument, then nods. "Carry on."
(Gerard's one-on-one with the camera later, which is never aired but somehow gets leaked onto the internet, goes something like this: "I was like, are you fucking kidding me? You're really standing there talking to us about our language like we're five? Seriously? That whole thing, about how intelligent people don't need to curse--fuck that shit. I'm intelligent, all of us are, but sometimes you need a good fuck to make your point, you know? It's like fucking verbal punctuation!"
Mikey's, which is aired, consists of: "Maybe if we just don't talk for the rest of the season. Like, ever. Maybe then...")
Life on the Fashion Scene
Pairing: none, gen
Length: ~6k
Author on LJ:
idyllAuthor Website: Idyll's Fiction Masterlist
Why this must be read: (Quick aside: I see this fic more as AU than xover. Pls tell me if I'm totally breaking the rules.) I am not usually into humor fic. I think people who can write it are amazing, it's just not my thing. Except that this fic, which places the guys of MCR (with a few friends) in the shoes of Project Runway contestants, totally transcends humor fic, seriously. For one thing, Idyll manages to really work with characterization and canon to make this recognizable to bandom peeps, and writes it in a way that knowledge of PR is mostly unnecessary--the story will just be funnier if you DO know something about it. If you want to add a few years to your life by way of cleverness and smiles? This is the fic for you.
Instead, Tim says, "I understand that all of you are passionate individuals, and I'm not one to stifle the manner in which you choose to express yourselves. That being said--" And here he tilts his head and looks at them over the tops of his glasses. "--we are running into the problem of having to censor large chunks of the workroom conversations and individual diaries due to excessive use of expletives."
Everyone stares at Tim in horror; a crazy addendum to the challenge would actually be preferable to what they know is coming.
"I'm asking all of you to be more judicious in your word choices from now on," Tim finishes. He stares each of them down, with that icy gaze of his which books no room for argument, then nods. "Carry on."
(Gerard's one-on-one with the camera later, which is never aired but somehow gets leaked onto the internet, goes something like this: "I was like, are you fucking kidding me? You're really standing there talking to us about our language like we're five? Seriously? That whole thing, about how intelligent people don't need to curse--fuck that shit. I'm intelligent, all of us are, but sometimes you need a good fuck to make your point, you know? It's like fucking verbal punctuation!"
Mikey's, which is aired, consists of: "Maybe if we just don't talk for the rest of the season. Like, ever. Maybe then...")
Life on the Fashion Scene