Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Tuesday's Best 3-29-2011

Good morning, my lovelies! Hope today finds you safe, sound, and all snuggled up. This week, Aradi and Stolenxsanity have scoured the web for some yummy tales to share, so let's find out what they came up with, shall we? Don't forget to grab towels and clean skivvies ;-)


Monday, March 28, 2011

Slash Guest Author Rec - ArcadianMaggie

Guest Rec by ArcadianMaggie

Anyone following me on Twitter knows that I’ve recently become completely obsessed (OBSESSED) with what’s been nicknamed Jewnicorn fic—fic based on The Social Network, primarily Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield or Mark Zuckerberg/Eduardo Saverin fic.

So today, my guest rec (which, by the way, I thank you so much for inviting me to make) will be all about RPF, otherwise known as Real Person Fiction.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Tuesday's Best 3-22-2011

Good morning, my lovelies! I trust today finds you healthy and reasonably happy. If not, then let's see whether the good Captain and I can do anything to change that for you ;-) We've found a couple of wonderful stories for you, so grab your towels and fresh knickers, and get comfortable.


*Hugs and kisses* my darling slashies. I missed you, having skipped my last turn at recc’ing delicious slash; due to the insanity that is my life. I wanted to keep it light, fun and sexy to ease my way back into this. And what fucking better way to do this shit than with a sexy as fuck dirty talking Jasper? Exactly; I can hear your pulses racing already.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tuesday's Best 3-15-2011

Good morning, folks. I truly hope today finds you all safe, sound, and healthy - especially considering everything that's been going on with the world of late. Some crazy, scary shit, that. In order to give you a moment's respite, Stolenxsanity and I have found a couple of goodies to share with you, just to take you away for a little while. Let's see what we came up with, shall we?


Monday, March 14, 2011

Slash Guest Author Rec - BeautifulFigment

When Naelany asked me to write a recommendation for the blog, I immediately jumped at the chance. I couldn’t recommend just one story, though, so I thought I’d give some love to a few of the WIP’s that I drop everything to read when I get an update. There are a few that need to update RIGHT NAO, so be sure to politely hound those particular authors for an update for me, okey doke?

On with the fics…

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Tuesday's Best 3-8-2011

Good morning, everyone! Hope you're doing well (and playing nice with each other, because really, nice and/or naughty are the only way to go ;-)). Life sometimes relishes in throwing a wrench in the best laid plans, and so it is this week. Our beloved Captain Jezebel sends her apologies (and many hugs and kisses to y'all. Or maybe just to me, but I'm happy to share ;-)), but she got called away by Real Life duties this week, so I'll be filling in for her.

Aradi is with me today, though, so let's see what kind of mischief the two of us have got in store for you today ;-) Oh, and there's a special little extra at the bottom, as well ;-)


I'm always grateful for the generosity of the writers in this fandom.  Not only do they write stories for us to enjoy, but they write even more things as gifts to each other (and in contests and in fundraisers) and they graciously share them with us!

It's like getting a piece of everyone's birthday, not just your own.

(It could only be better if there was cake involved.)

OnTheTurningAway wrote Imperfect Timing for Ahizelm's birthday.  It's a story made of 30 drabbles (and you know how I feel about drabbles).

It's also Jasper & Peter, and you know how I feel about non-E/J pairings.

(You also know how I feel about E/J pairings, but that's a story for another day.)

The first week at the shop was incredibly busy and Jasper had (mostly) gotten over being awestruck in Peter's presence. Peter had asserted that if good coffee was properly prepared, no additions were needed. Jasper readily agreed and a friendship was born.

Jasper spent breaks in the café, poring over travel books, scribbling in his journal and sneaking looks at Peter. They'd shared several sexually charged glances but never spoke of their obvious mutual attraction.

Jasper genuinely liked Peter. If the timing had been different, he would have made a move, but he was focused on saving money for Italy.

The timing is indeed imperfect.  Jasper is earning as much money as he can for a semester abroad when he meets Peter at his new job.  There's a friendship and an attraction, but Jasper doesn't want things to go any further since he's about to leave the country.

On top of that, Jasper starts getting mysterious messages.

You are beautiful. I want to know you.


I loved this story because Jasper is a sincere and well-meaning guy, who is just screwed by circumstance.  Also, the notes are disgustingly flirty and romantic and made me completely jealous.  

Will Jasper give Peter a chance and quit cockblocking himself?  Will Jasper still go to Italy?  Will Jasper figure out who is leaving him the anonymous notes?

(Will there be birthday cake?)

Read Imperfect Timing and find out!  
As most people probably know by now, I’m not that much of a sports person. I don’t play them, and have little interest in them (barring an exception or two *clears throat*). However, being surrounded by football-lovers does tend to rub off a little over time. Between a husband who loves the game, and a co-writer who’s a die-hard Falcons fan... well, I’ve had to learn to enjoy it. At least a little.

Here’s where ICMezzo’s brilliance comes in handy. She wrote Score! in honor of SorceressCirce’s birthday a while back, and boy oh boy does it help to get a new appreciation for the game ;-) Pun may or may not be intended - you’ll have to read for yourself to figure that out, hehe.

Anyway! ICMezzo and SorceressCirce’s shared love of the game prompted this story into existence, for which I’m very grateful. ICMezzo brings Jasper and Edward alive in a way I don’t think I’ve ever really come across - and I love it. Oh, and let’s not forget Emmett (and Rose), of course ;-)

Emmett and Jasper are out together watching the game. They’re having a good time, even though for a while there things don’t look to be going so well for their team. Emmett doesn’t let the fact that Rosalie roots for the other team distract from his flirting with her.

Since Emmett got them into the game, Jasper’s paying for all their refreshments - fair deal, right? During a break (see, not a sports person, so no technical terms here), Jasper tries to get them beers when he runs into Edward. Literally. Jasper ends up with beer all over him, and Edward insists on getting him new ones, so who can blame Jasper for doing a little snooping of the crowds once they’re back in their seats?

It was only natural to scan the crowd between plays. And really, was it my fault that my eyes were trained to pick out Falcon's red in a sea of black and silver Saints paraphernalia? Thanks to the binoculars I recognized plenty of Matt Ryan jerseys, enjoyed some creative face painting, read a few signs, and... spotted another pair of binoculars framed by messy bronze hair and a red #88 jersey—aimed directly at me from two sections away.

Edward. It was Edward. And then Edward gave a shy wave in my direction.

I smiled and waved back.

"Hey! Who 'dat?" Emmett joked, punching me in the arm, before stealing the binoculars and training them back in Edward's direction.

"Emmett! No, stop, please," I begged, and futilely tried to grab them back.

I saw the tiny spec of Edward quickly pull his own pair away from his nose and turn back to face the field.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath.

Emmett shrugged and handed them back to me after a few agonizing seconds. "Nice," he commented. "#88. He's a fan of tight ends."

*chuckles* Leave it to the big guy. Read for yourself to see what happens after this, and to find out just how big of a fan our Edward really is ;-)
Now for something a little out of the ordinary. Conversed came to me the other day, with a story she wanted me to look at. I enjoyed it, so asked her to write a little something for it, and luckily, she obliged (Thanks, bb!). With everything going on of late within the fandom (and let's face it, outside of it, too), I thought it prudent to have a little reminder on what fanfic's supposed to be - for authors as well as readers: fun. 
If a little crack-fic can't do that, then I don't know what will ;-)

Here's what Conversed has to share:

Outside the Bubble.

I first found this story before Christmas and thought it might be one to watch.  As the chapters have mounted, I’ve lurched from snorting with laughter to shaking my head, and I blame OvertlyConcealed for that.

Her Edward has issues.

I might be understating it a little.

Her Edward has ISSUES.

He’s insular, insecure and utterly socially inept. To be honest he doesn’t have a lot going for him apart from the fact that he’s gorgeous, and Edward, and sweet, and Edward, and lovable, and Edward.

He’s so self aware that it’s painful;

I may have an irrational fear of sea creatures

His real issue is that he’s hopelessly in love with Jasper, but truly believes he has no hope of getting his man. In a display of typical avoidance he hides from his feelings;

“However, "Operation Don't-talk-to-Jasper" didn't really work out for me when every day for the last month – no matter what I did, no matter what time I left – we always ended up together on the elevator at the end of the day

That’s because Jasper has a crush on you, fool.

“Of course, I will start out small. Maybe say a 'good bye' or a 'see you later,' nothing fancy, just a nice little baby step

Just talk to him, fool.

I swallowed hard. This was it, time to man up.
"Good you later, Mr. Whitlock!"
My body tensed and I saw Jasper stop mid step.
Did I just say, "Good you later?


The story is just heating up; there’s been rocking in the corner, fears about his administrative assistant giving birth in his office, rocking in the corner, reminiscing about Riley’s tongue down his throat….wait, did I mention Riley?

"Oh, sorry about that," Riley said as he tried to adjust the cart to fit into the elevator properly. "It's just that my thing is so big, sometimes it can get a little hard to maneuver in such a small place."

Jasper hates Riley, Riley wants Edward, Edward wants Jasper.


Jump in and get reading.  OvertlyConcealed has just taken on the lovely sapphirescribe and cocoalvin as betas to whip her chapters into shape.  It’s already quirky and funny and a leetle bit crack-ficy, and that’s exactly what I like.

Because I’m a fool, too.


There you have it, folks. A couple of lovely stories to sink your teeth into. Be sure to leave these wonderful ladies some love, and check back next week to see what Stolenxsanity and I have in store for you.  
In the mean time, let's all remember to try to let the fandom be the fun refuge/play area it's supposed to be. After all, we're all adults here, right? Right? (y'all better be, or else shame on you for reading this here blog. Go sit in the corner and wait 'til your Mama tells you you can join in on the fun. Hmm, wait a minute...) 

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Tuesday's Best 3-1-2011

Good morning, my lovelies. Can you believe it's March already? My, how time flies! I'm sure you're more than ready to delve into the wonderful slashy goodness that Aradi and Stolenxsanity have in store for you today, so let's get on with it, shall we?


There are new contests popping up again!  That’s good and bad.  Good because we’re given new fics to entertain us.  Bad because we have to wait for the contest to finish before we can point out the ones you shouldn’t miss!

The CarlWard Contest is open.  (Mmm.... C/E)  I already have a favorite (or three), but you’ll have to wait to hear about those.  The Eurofornication contest is also accepting submissions.  They won’t all be slash, but hey we can hope.

Dirty Talking Jasper just finished, and while most of the stories *weren’t* slashy, there were plenty that were.  

The O/S that won the public vote was the very story that I had to sit on my hands to not run over here and rec the moment I read it.

Inscrutable by Lou-La (author of How to Turn a Straight Guy Gay)

Inscrutable is short, funny, and undeniably hot.  There’s dirty talking, boy love, and unbridled horror.  (These are a few of my faaaavorite thinnnngs... )

The story is narrated by our beloved Emmett, who is straighter-than-straight, as he makes perfectly clear.  Emmett wants us all to know that his roommate Edward is nerdy and reserved.  He’s Emmett’s total opposite (in *all* things), and capital-B boring.

Color Emmett shocked when he ends up the unwilling, unexpected audience to a side of Edward he’s never seen (or heard).

What really drives the story is the brilliant juxtaposition between Emmett’s mental breakdown...

I'm mindfucked. This is just not even remotely possible. This cannot be Edward. It is some unknown perverted man that sounds like my roommate, and coincidentally has the same name too. Perhaps while I wasn't looking, I was transported into some bizarre alternate universe―or slipped some really good hallucinogens. Where am I, and why am I here?

...and Jasper and Edward’s dirty, dirty... “talking”....

"Oh, fuck."

"Do that."

"Right there."

I can’t tell any more without ruining the fun, since half the fun is in the actions and reactions.  Go read it and see.  

And go submit, read, and vote in all the great contests going on!


!Hola mis amigos! ¿Cómo están todos ustedes? I can’t believe it’s March already. This year is already flying by, even if it sometimes feels like it’s dragging along. That said, here I am again, back with another rec to gift you lovely ladies - and gents? - with. In my ever so biased opinion, it’s a doozy, and brought to you courtesy of the dirtytalkingjasper contest. And, let’s be honest here, who could possibly bypass a contest with entries that require a foul-mouthed Jasper?

That said, I bring you Wanderlust by tuesdaymidnight for your reading pleasure - emphasis on pleasure, mind you. ;) While it’s listed as Edward/Jasper, the story takes a bit to introduce our oft beloved copper-haired leading man, but the build up to it is pretty fucking perfect, and flawless, and so incredibly hot that just thinking about it makes my thoughts just this side of incoherent. I mean, think about it - three words: dirty talking Jasper. Can you blame me for the incoherency? Didn’t think so …

Back to the rec that starts off with Jasper fleeing Texas, and en route to Memphis, Tennessee - and Peter:

With his other arm, he pulled me even closer until our hips were pressed together.
That was all it took, and the mood between us changed.

Peter's hands slid down my back and came to my ass. He grabbed it and thrust against me roughly.

"For old time's sake?" I groaned.

"Char won't mind," Peter whispered.

I never needed him more than I did in that moment, and somehow he knew it.

I grabbed hold of his chin and tilted his lips up to meet mine. His hands came up almost immediately into my hair, tugging it just the way I liked. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, but I pressed my hard-on up against him to let him know anyway.

"Now see what you've done?" I said in a low voice. "You've gone and got my dick hard and now you're going to have to do something about it."

"Come inside," he said as he pulled away.

"I plan to," I replied as I let him drag me back into the house.

We ran into Charlotte in the living room. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and a jacket draped over her arm.

I dropped Peter's hand immediately.

"I'm going over to Mary's," she announced. She looked thoughtful for a moment before she smiled and kissed both of us on the cheek.

"Okay," Peter agreed. "Goodnight, Char."

"See you boys in the morning," she called to us over her shoulder.

My voice was stuck in my throat.

It was Peter who broke the silence between us as the door clicked shut.

"She's okay with this, I promise."


"It's not cheating when it's with you," he insisted.

Given our history, I knew he believed what he was saying. Charlotte had watched us fuck on more than one occasion, so it was at least reasonable to think she'd be okay with it. Before, even a year ago, I wouldn't have hesitated. Maybe Peter was right, maybe I had changed, or at least I had some souvenir scars on my heart.

I didn't have any more time to mull it over because then he was right in front of me. I closed my eyes and his warm breath hit my ear.

"Please," he whispered.

It was the 'please' that did me in, and the familiarity of it all came back. My eyes snapped open, and I grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him hard.

One word: unf. Sadly - or maybe not so sadly since it opens the door for other, shall we say, liaisons - JasPeter is a one time thing. Le sigh. That doesn’t mean, though, that the sexy times is put on hold until the other participant in this slash dream team enters the picture. Quite the opposite, actually. But, I’ll get to that a little later.

Even at this point in the story, we still don’t know much about Jasper except that whatever he left behind in Texas was bad. Something happens in Memphis that triggers these bad memories of the things he’s attempting to run from. So, while this story is definitely hot with a side of … well, extra-hot, it’s got a little bit o’ angst and a little bit o’ fluff, too.

I remembered all too clearly the night it all came to a head. I remembered trying to sneak out and getting caught before I had a foot out the door. But mostly I remember the look in her eyes when she saw me, glaring at me with such hatred.



The empty look in his eyes, though, was a million times worse.

He looked right through me.

As if I was nothing.

I went back to Pete and Char's place feeling defeated. Peter knew something was wrong immediately, but it took me a few shots of whiskey before I could speak without tears threatening to choke me. I poured more whiskey into the glass and took it into the living room. Peter followed me wordlessly and sat down next to me on the couch.

I knew he wanted me to talk about it, to tell him what happened, and I knew he would listen, but there was just too much to tell. Garrett was just one mistake among many, though it was his blank expression that hovered in my mind.

"He was never going to leave her for me," I said softly.

"Jazz," Peter whispered, as he put an arm around me. "Come here."

I curled my body into his, burying my face in his chest.

I couldn't say anything else. I just didn't have it in me. I held onto my best friend and let the tears fall. He didn't offer any pointless platitudes or tell me it was going to be all right, he just rubbed my back until the tears dried up and I found my voice.

"You're the only good man in my life," I finally said.

From there, Jasper flees again - the where and why fores are something you’ll have to read on your own. What fun would this be if I told you everything in one fell swoop? - this time en route to Nashville and the aforementioned liaison (numero dos): Randall.

As soon as he opened the door, I knew it was all right.

"How's it going, Whitlock?" he asked me with a smile.

"Fair to Midland," I replied with a drawl.

"What's that?" Randall asked me as he eyed me up and down.

"It's a Texas thing," I responded with an easy smile.

He opened the door wider for me and I stepped through.

I dropped my bag near the entryway and turned my attention back to him. He was wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. Randall was bigger than me. It was clear that putting in time at the gym was important to him. He looked fucking good and he knew it, but there was really only one piece of his anatomy I was interested in right then.

"I missed that huge cock of yours like you wouldn't believe."

I stepped forward and pressed my hand against it, then rubbed, feeling it harden.

"I just got home. Was about to hit the shower," he said, raising an eyebrow in invitation.

"Lead the way, big boy," I said, giving his ass a swat.

I followed him to the bathroom, peeling my clothes off as I went. He turned on the water and climbed in, leaving the curtain open for me to follow. He had a bench his shower. After I let the hot water hit my skin for minute, I walked him back a step and sat him down. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock, giving it a few tugs before wrapping my lips around it.

"I want your fucking cock," I told him when I had to come up for breath.

Peter always bottomed as far as I knew, but I didn't have a preference. Some men I wanted to drill, and some men just had cocks that were asking to be ridden.

Randall's was one of those.

The story progresses perfectly - and seamlessly - highlighting a little bit about Jasper’s time in Nashville, and with Randall, before he’s on the road once more. This time, he’s heading further north and finds himself in Philadelphia, and at Alice’s front door.

Alice wasn't surprised to see me on her doorstep the morning I arrived, even though I hadn't warned her. I asked her for her address a few weeks back, and she knew me well enough to know that it wasn't so I could send her a singing telegram. I had slept in my Bronco at a rest stop the night before, and I'm sure I looked like death warmed over. But she jumped into my arms just the same and planted a wet kiss on my lips.

"Still trying to convert me, I see," I teased.

"You know I stopped all that after I found your porn stash."

She grimaced at the memory as I set her back on her feet.

"Oh come on, I hardly had any really dirty stuff back then."

"It wasn't that!" Alice insisted as she motioned for me to follow her into her row house. "I just realized that if you liked peen that much, there was really no hope for me."

"Ah, yes, my circle jerk phase," I mused.

"Perv," she said, smacking her hand across my chest.

"You love it," I insisted.

"Do I?" She asked.

"You live vicariously and you know it. You wish you had a fine dick like mine."

"Not in the way you mean!" She giggled as she took me on a quick tour through her place.

Who else is in Philadelphia, though?

It was in a 24-hour diner near Alice's house where I saw him, sitting all alone, with reddish hair and pale skin. He was tall and skinny and reading a tattered copy of Kerouac.

"Hey there," I sat down next to him at the counter. "You do know that book's a bunch of self-serving, pretentious crap, right?"

He looked me up and down for a solid minute before he answered, "You do know you're dressed like Peter Fonda in Easy Rider."

I glanced down at my leather jacket, black jeans and boots and couldn't help but grin. Boy had a mouth and a wit. A sinful combination.

"Yeah, but I didn't come on a chopper."

"What did you come on?" He smirked back at me, exaggerating the innuendo.

"Well, I'd like come on that pretty face of yours, if you'll let me."

Even though he set me up, his cheeks reddened. I was pretty sure my gaydar was on target, but the blush confirmed it.

Clearly flustered, he coughed and took a sip of his coffee to cover it up.

"That's presumptuous of you, don't you think?" He asked after he swallowed.

"Well now," I paused. "Wait, what's your name?"

"Edward," he replied immediately, blushing even harder at his eagerness.

"Well now, Edward, if you weren't interested in getting those lips of yours painted in my cum, you would have told me to fuck off already."

"Call me old-fashioned, but I don't get facials from men whose names I don't even know."

"Pardon my bad manners," I said, shooting him a smile and sticking out my hand. "Jasper Whitlock at your service."

What happens from there? A whole lot of Mr. Edward Masen making Jasper work for it, a lot more not so subtle innuendos, and a whole lot of sexy. This is definitely one of those stories that I couldn’t stop reading once I’d started it, and even considered reading again once I’d finished it. But, feel free to judge for yourself, loves. In fact, I’m sure it would make tuesdaymidnight’s day if you did exactly that and let her know your thoughts on this little gem. xx.

There you have it, folks. Who doesn't love a Dirty Talking Jasper, especially of the slashy variety ;-) Be sure to leave these wonderful ladies some lovin' after reading their stories, and come back next week to see what Aradi and Captain Jezebel have in store for you then. 

In the mean time, the Twilight No Stress Love Fest guessing poll is open, so hop on over and check out all the lovely stories and see if you can figure out who did what. I'm there. Can you find me? Betcha you can't ;-)