Day of the fangirl!

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I had all these links I'd saved up to share with you all, but then I was like whatever, what I rilly rilly want is to talk about how awesome you all are. For example: last week I mentioned that what I rilly rilly wanted for my birthday (43 days and counting - shame what?) was a Peter/Nathan vid to Leona Naess' Charm Attack.

Dude. If I knew I could get whatever I asked for, I assure you, Adrian Pasdar would've been on my doorstep a long time ago. And a John Barrowman, but more on that in a minute, because I'm getting all crazy excited.

heidi8 saw my left-field request, and she did it. She made me the vid I'd always seen in my mind's eye when I was listening to that song during my runs. It's not just Nathan/Peter, it's Nathan/Heidi and Nathan/Niki and you know, IT'S NATHAN. Imagine the ultimate Nathan wank-fantasy vid, and you have 'Charm Attack'.

Oh, Nathan, you are SO money, baby and I am so glad it's Monday.

Speaking of awesome fangirls, many many many moons ago -- some of y'all probably had never even heard of fandom then -- ethrosdemon tried to get me to watch this show called Torchwood, to which my reply was something like, "Ew, no." Us being us, I should've just caved.

A few months ago, serialkarma exclaimed OMG TORCHWOOD > peanut butter! To which I was like, whatever... um, okay, send me DVDs. Alas, her DVDs did not work on my various gizmotry. Nobody was sadder than me, and I know this because I wouldn't shut up about it. By this time Torchwood was airing in the states and I had met Captain Jack Hotass (TM) and all I could do was burninate and graffiti, "Why didn't anybody TELL ME?"

To make a long story short (too late), chicklet_girl came to my rescue, and uh, oh, baby. Jack/Jack is my new OTP. My first Jack/Ianto fic shall be called 'Twelve Uses for a Stopwatch According to Jack Harkness & Ianto Jones.' And I want to sleep with everybody, even when they are foolywang (TM YBF), because Hotass Overcomes All. (Maybe that will be story #2)

So, you know, I know fandom's been acting the fool as of late for a lot of people, but I've got to tell you, sometimes, sometimes it's a damn fine place to be and each and everyone of you contributes to that. So, pay it forward to someone else, and one day it'll come back to you. pee ess: (scribblinlenore, pron is on the way, hang tight!)


*Ooooh, and Chuck is on tonight too! Rock! Where are the Torchwood icons kept, people?

Comments

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*cocks head to the side* You seem so excited. I can't imagine why...


Adrian's been acting for a while now. He knows how other actors can be. He's seen the egos and the breakdowns and diva behaviour that make his teeth hurt. He's not really into any of that. He has his friends and they keep him grounded. Some of them are in the industry, but a lot aren't, because as much as he loves acting and it's something he's good at, it's not his life. He's been the Next Up and Coming Thing for the last ten years, that can make anyone jaded, so working with The John Barrowman doesn't impress him. He can appreciate John's talent. And John's height. And his smile and the way his eyes crinkle around the edges when he's really happy about something, but Adrian knows better. He's sexually flexible to appreciate a good-looking person when he meets them, but John lives a different life. He lives in London, with his partner, doing his musicals and has his things and Adrian doesn't need any of that. He likes hearing John sing though. It's sort of strange knowing John's background to hear him singing The Doors 'Light My Fire' to the lighting crew though, but he likes it, and judging by the crew's applause, they *love* it.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

*has been rendered speechless with joy*

Here are some random John Barrowman pics in place of words:

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I used to do a lot of RPS back in the day. Or last month. Before everybody got all loved up, feh. I digress. That wet picture is from some soft porn isn't it? I know it is.

The idea behind Last of the Great Navigators as it was pitched to Adrian was that it was less science fiction and more a study of the human condition. Ari said it was about love and sex and motorcycles and chess and all that shit that Adrian loved. Apparently that's not quite true, but Adrian should know better by now than to think Ari even knows how to spell 'truth.'

He doesn't know what to think about a crew of astronauts who come back to earth to find out there's no earth left. Ari said it had blockbuster all over it. It was directed by George Clooney how could it lose. He said the gay sex was Adrian's route straight to the Oscars. Or at least Sundance. Adrian just rolled his eyes. And the thing is, Adrian doesn't mind the gay or the sex, it's not like John's hard on the eyes. Or the hands. Adrian's digressing. But he's not happy about something. He's not sure what. It could be that George is way far too inside John's space though. When Adrian directs his own film he's going to make rules that only the actors are allowed to grope each other.

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I love you so much right now it's almost painful. Are you really going to write this story? Because if you do...I....my adoration can not be textually rendered. I will, instead, take a page from sparky's book and provide offerings of Barrowman.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding me? You are not talking about a happy, wonderful, perfect reality of total awesomeness where Ari is Adrian's agent and he's in a gay science fiction movie with john barrowman directed by George Clooney? Because that would be so perfect and so awesome that all realities would collapse on each other in a desperate attempt to make this one perfect reality somehow exist.

In other words, more please?